Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: 11. We Did It. (5)
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A bizarre...
No, maybe not quite bizarre.
Anyway, it was a sight I hadn't seen in ages.
Lee Ji-yoon firing up her computer again, and it was still early Friday evening.
Ever since winter break started, she'd been squeezing Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays into just two days, so normally she'd be dead to the world at this hour.
What wind blew this way?
"Mm..."
Han Chae-jun, tissues at the ready as he debated jerking off, cocked his head at the sight of Lee Ji-yoon's profile flashing green.
For a split second, it felt like spotting a legendary Pokémon, but rationally speaking, it wasn't some earth-shattering event.
No one can game nonstop every single day.
Even a total addict craves sleep over screens sometimes.
After last night's three-way session wrapped up, he'd figured she'd dive into another game like always, but nope—she'd crashed early.
"......"
Meanwhile.
Why was a girl who lived for gaming so wiped out last night?
Maybe it tied into that masturbation bit Seo Woo-jin had mentioned.
Lewd thoughts swirling, Han Chae-jun let his mind run wild with Lee Ji-yoon's hazy voice from yesterday.
"......?"
Fumbling for tissues, he rubbed his eyes and stared back at the screen.
...A Discord call from Lee Ji-yoon, out of the blue.
"What the fuck."
What the hell was this?
He was always the one initiating with her—this was her calling first.
Something private to say one-on-one?
Ah, maybe thanking him for grinding noobs in front of her lately?
...Nah, no way that mouthy bitch would bother.
Then why?
Ah, the photo he'd sent last time?
...For real?
All sorts of fantasies bubbled up in Han Chae-jun's head.
Whatever it was, DMs were one thing—this was the first call she'd ever made since they connected.
This might actually be a good turn...
In his imagination, he was already clutching motel keys.
He grabbed the headset dangling nearby and picked up.
No Seo Woo-jin around,
he pitched his voice low.
Deep and gravelly.
"Hello?"
"......"
No response.
Did she call and step away for a sec?
Or was it his end?
He checked his headset and Discord status, then tried again.
"Hello?"
"......"
Rustle, rustle.
Something moving.
Probably stepped out and just put her headset back on.
...Pretty sure she said it was wireless last time. Whatever, not important.
A faint moan slipped through soon after.
Ugh, a tiny whimper—maybe stubbed her toe on the desk or something.
Cute girl.
Voice all calm, but her antics were pure fire...
Han Chae-jun cleared his throat, his little dick twitching in his pants.
"Ji-yoon, you okay? Hurt somewhere?"
"...Ah, uh..., ...Y-Yeah..."
From the headset came
a sound way lewder than yesterday—
Lee Ji-yoon's ragged breaths.
"...Hurt bad?"
"M-Me..., t-toe.... S-stubbed it.... Nn..."
Honestly.
Impossible not to clock it right away.
She was clearly mid-masturbation.
...A voice that screamed she might still be at it.
"...Sounds rough. Moans nonstop."
"R-Really...? ...Hold on..."
He yanked his pants down a bit, using her voice as lube,
snapped out his dick and gripped tight.
...Tissues. Tissues now...
...Shit, and before she realizes and hangs, pivot the topic...
"Speaking of, isn't this your bedtime, Ji-yoon?"
"Y-Yeah..., b-but slept early last night..."
"Ah..."
"So today..., up early.... Nn."
So this was what Seo Woo-jin meant yesterday.
Like, "Ji-yoon seemed to be masturbating."
All that crap—this was it.
Hell, it'd be harder not to notice.
No matter how you slice it, she was fingering her pussy sloppy-style while chatting.
...Fucking insane,
hot-as-hell bitch...
"...So what's up? You never call first."
"Ah, that... Ahh..."
"......?"
"......"
"Ji-yoon?"
"......"
What? Voice just cut off.
She stopped rubbing to check Discord—mic was muted now.
Was gonna stroke to her moans, and suddenly this.
He kept palming his dick to stay hard, waiting. A minute later, mic flicked on.
"Hah.... Hah... Um, CZ.... Earlier, we were talking about..."
"......"
Muted for her peak or what?
Breaths heaving way faster now.
"Asked why you called."
"...Ahh, right..., th-thanks..."
"That Apex game?"
"Y-Yeah.... Th-that..."
"When Woo-jin wasn't around?"
"......Y-Yeah..."
He dropped Seo Woo-jin's name on purpose,
reminded her it was just them on Discord,
as masturbating Lee Ji-yoon squirmed, her cute pants barely muffled.
He pumped his rigid dick furiously and kept talking.
Fucking punk.
Now I've heard her masturbating too.
Whatcha gonna do?
Bragged like it was life's work,
but she gets wet from one photo and pulls this cute shit?
...Nah, not enough.
Gotta sneak-fuck her rotten, snap pics galore, DM 'em to settle the score.
Just like planned,
Lee Ji-yoon...
turns real meek on the bed.
"No biggie. Said I like noobs too."
"R-Reallyyy.... Glad..."
"...But that Seo Woo-jin dude himself..."
"Y-Yeah...? He mess up...? ...Ah, hold on..."
"Woo-jin cracks gross jokes."
"......Hic.... N-Nuh-uh..."
Every word laced with Lee Ji-yoon's tiny moans slipping through.
Those distant, wet slaps sounding oh-so-far.
Han Chae-jun clutched wads of tissue, those sounds his feast,
trying to steady his breath so she wouldn't catch him jerking.
Right then.
"Yesterday on call with you, masturbating....... Nng?"
Crackle, static.
Harsh, grating noise battered his eardrums forever.
What the fuck.
Headset busted?
Now, of all times?
No backup?
"Sorry. Headset crapped out.... Wore it forever, shit.... One sec."
Why break now when it was fine?
Han Chae-jun paused the call, sighing hard in frustration—
then a crisp Discord ping.
Perfectly clear.
"......?"
New message? Just some buddy queuing for a game. Meh.
So that static was...?
─Pling
Another ping.
Eyes flicked top-left: a "1" badge on that cappuccino-cheese cat profile.
Blue-balled urgency hit; he clicked Lee Ji-yoon's profile pronto.
[Sorryㅠmy headset brokenㅓ]
"......"
...Ah.
Fuck.
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Maybe yanking her hands back while pounding during the call was overkill.
...Figured she'd muffle moans mouth-covered on call,
but she muted to wail free—deliberate.
Still,
she said nothing,
but damn, she felt it hard.
Dick milked tight,
moans bitten back,
couldn't hold,
headset smashed,
floor,
desk,
dripping thick globs of truth.
"...Ha... Haa......, ha..."
"Fuu..."
Spurt...,
spurt,
spurt,
spuuurt...
Lee Ji-yoon face-down on desk, climaxing—poured hot cum deep inside,
clutched her ass slamming my gut instead of pajama-veiled hips,
scraped those clamping walls pulling out.
...Driving me nuts.
Sex deceiving someone who digs you,
fantasized it forever, but this good? No clue.
First sloppy creampie bliss—satisfied sighs galore.
Won't cut it with vanilla anymore. Fuck.
Condom tip blubbery by shaft—gawked briefly.
Placed the tied end by her gasping face, so she'd see how good it was.
"...Ji-yoon. Headset okay?"
"Gotta buy new, dummy.... Worse, you nearly got us caught!"
"Seemed oblivious."
"You didn't hear him—how'd you know!"
"Figure it from your chatter. ...So, busted?"
"...Dunno. But he kinda hates you."
"Cool. I hate him too."
Calmer now, propped trembling arms on desk instead of slumped twitching, griping Lee Ji-yoon.
Peeled off 'headset' shards from her hair and ear while she fumed.
Clink,
clatter,
shattered ice-chunk 'headset' rained to the floor.
No clue how cold you gotta get for that stunt...
But learned this:
Villain gig to bang Lee Ji-yoon? I'd shatter like that headset.
Job couldn't score a hero.
Lucky ditched it post-regress.
"Caught anyway, so what. Don't even know each other."
"Lots of loose connections...!"
"Not IRL buds anyway, right?"
"...Whatever. Can't reason with you."
Grumbling, she killed her PC and hobbled out on shaky legs.
Flush roared soon after.
Desk where he'd left the condom? Just her drool and sticky slick now.
...Kinda bummed.
Expected blush explosion at the cum-bloated rubber—no dice.
Or too embarrassed for reaction?
All-nighter later, bed condom-carpeted, might force one...
Or swap-fuck sisters same bed...
Fuck that.
Head hurts.
Sighed, flopped onto Lee Ji-yoon's bed.
All-night Ji-yoon,
threesome Ha-yoon,
pipe dreams still.
But,
condoms stacked.
Waited eons pre-regress.
One round? No satisfaction.
Ha-yoon home far off.
"...Hey, Seo Woo-jin. Done? Now...?"
Lee Ji-yoon back, cum-condom ditched.
Yanked her wrist, tumbled her to bed, rolled blissfully.
And after that...
No "practice" excuse,
till red-eared Ji-yoon tangled tongues first.
Till insertion-broken cervix flipped her orgasm switch.
Till sweat-drenched Ji-yoon whined sore in my arms.
Till she slurped devoted: "Satisfy and go."
Till gripped her head back, throated my load pleasantly.
... "Bit rest, feels okay," glancing last condoms, snagged my fingers.
Like health room with Ha-yoon, doggy pounding sloppy kisses.
"Think your sister'd like this?"
... "Gotta try again to know."
Crude, raunchy racket,
gf's lil sis room,
rumbled longer.