Eavesdropping (4)
Vrrrr.
Vrr.
Vrrrr.
Right beside the bed, on the little nightstand, the phone he'd left facedown kept buzzing, over and over. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just stubborn about it, as if it were demanding to be read.
Of course he had a fair idea why the thing had suddenly started acting like that. Somewhere on the other side of it, Lee Jiyoon was eavesdropping for all she was worth on her own sister's voice, and she'd no doubt tossed in all kinds of nonsense along the way. Nonsense pointed, later, toward getting to have sex with him herself. And if at all possible, toward having it feel a whole lot better than it did with her sister.
Well. Obvious. That was why he'd called in the first place.
"...Haa... Hayun..."
"Hyah..."
He spared the buzzing phone only a moment of attention. Then he let out a sigh pitched to be caught by it, pitched so Lee Jiyoon—probably masturbating in Hayun's room with her ear pressed to the line—would hear, and slowly drew his cock out of Lee Hayun, who was still sunk deep in the afterglow.
It didn't go the way he meant it to.
He'd just come hard enough to leave the root of him aching, and he wanted to swap the condom for a fresh one and keep going. But his body, burned all the way up, kept pitching forward on its own. So he could grind that condom, swollen taut with the load he'd just shot, right up under the mouth of her womb. Press. Press. A wet, sticky rub.
"Ah... fuck, seriously..."
"Hik... hiiik..."
He shoved that low, nothing-but-hunger voice straight into Lee Hayun's ear and caught the shell of it—flushed scarlet with shame—between his lips, worrying it with little bites. This was all her fault. He was trying to move on to the next thing like a reasonable person, and she kept snagging his ankle and dragging him into something else. All her fault. Sure, the soft flesh inside her had been squeezing him sweetly this whole time, but this was too much. Even when he tried to pull out the rude cock that had been hammering up under her cervix with rough, heavy thrusts, she stayed busy clamping down on the shaft, as if to tell him not yet. So what was he supposed to do? Keep fucking her? Until the condom finally slipped off and it turned into raw sex?
"...Ease up. Just a little."
"I d-did...! I have been, for a while now..."
"Really?"
"Mm..."
He murmured it to her, still fussing and clinging, and Lee Hayun—arms looped around his neck—nodded and nodded, panting quietly. He stroked her soft cheek with his fingers and somehow managed to draw his hips back.
The condom was soaked through with her slick, gleaming. Stretched drum-tight over his thick cock, sealed to him without a gap. And even so, the tip of it was ballooned fat with semen. Lee Hayun, lying under him, pretended she couldn't care less, and still kept stealing glances, swallowing hard at the sight of it.
He peeled the thing off with a rough tug of his hand, tossed it onto the bed, tore open a fresh wrapper, and flicked that aside off the mattress. He could have had her clean him with her mouth first, sure. But he wanted at least one more kiss while her mouth still carried the same toothpaste smell as his. It felt better that way. And it would help sink things deeper between him and Lee Hayun, too.
He laid the cock dirtied by the last orgasm across the pale flat of her lower belly, savored the way she flinched, ever so slightly, and rolled the new condom on.
"...Why... why are you so good at that...?"
"At what."
"The condom... putting it on..."
"You just put it on and pull. What's there to be good at."
"Mmm... mm..."
"......"
Lee Hayun fiddled with the blanket shoved off to the side, kneading it between her fingers, then shut her mouth entirely. He'd always thought she was a little slow on the uptake, but even she couldn't miss something this plain. You've had plenty of reasons to use condoms before, haven't you. You had a girlfriend before you started dating me. That was what she'd wanted to say.
Well. Fair enough. For all the pretending otherwise, everyone quietly hoped their girlfriend was still a virgin, and women weren't any different. The acceptable answer was already decided anyway, so it didn't matter.
"...Ah. You're my first, noona."
"Y-you only call me noona at times like this...! Cheap bastard...!"
"You're the one who started thinking weird things."
"...I-I didn't..."
"Be honest. ...You did, didn't you?"
"......"
"My boyfriend's probably had sex with other girls too. That kind of thought."
"......"
On the far side of the phone, Lee Jiyoon was probably twisting it however she liked and enjoying herself plenty. For her, he kept it just faint enough not to carry cleanly. And at the same time, so Lee Hayun could get the embarrassing words out, he went on talking while the condomed cock tormented her slick, soaked entrance.
"Answer me. You planning not to make a sound at all? Noona?"
"...I-I did think that, but...!"
"But."
"...Well, it could happen, couldn't it. You might've done it with a girlfriend in high school.... You might've wanted to hide it from me.... Mm..."
"......"
"These days everybody has their first time while they're still a student, so if you look at it that way, I'm actually the late one..."
A strangely deflated voice. Which, because of that, turned him on even harder. He took the root of his cock—gone tight and tingling from it—in his hand and eased the head into Lee Hayun, soaked enough to drip. Only the head. Just enough to tease. And then—
"If I told you my first time was in high school, you'd sulk, right?"
"...W-why would I sulk over something like that.... I wouldn't..."
"You already look sulky. For real?"
"I said I wouldn't...! Someone who looks like y-you... an ex or something, well, you could have one..."
He let the phone catch Lee Hayun's voice, sulky in a way anybody could hear.
"There are no girls' numbers in my phone. ...Ah. There's one student, and Jiyoon's number."
"...Really?"
He let it catch the way her voice had suddenly gone bright.
"I'll hand you my phone later. You can check."
"......"
"...You're the one who keeps doing things that turn me on. You sure you didn't have an ex, noona?"
"Wh-what kind of bullshit is that...! When I did it with y-you, that.... Do you know how much it hurt..."
"Mind if I ask Jiyoon?"
"Ask her if you want...! I've never even held a guy's hand, for your information..."
He let the phone catch her voice, busy huffing, with just a little laugh tucked into it.
"Anyway, if I'm telling the truth..."
"......"
"...I practiced because I didn't want to look clumsy in front of noona."
"...Ah. ...Ah. ...Mm."
He let the phone catch a voice anybody could tell had gone bright red, flushed hot.
"...It's embarrassing now that I've said it. What are you going to do about it?"
"...Th-then just call me oppa from now on, all the way...!"
"We're settling it with that?"
"That's enough...! ...Wh-what more do you want...?"
"Mm... a wish ticket?"
"......"
"A slightly dirty wish ticket. How about it?"
"...F-fine, whatever. Sheesh.... It's obviously gonna be some weird cosplay or— mmph..."
Into that narrow, messy pussy—thud, thud, a heavier thud, the wet slap of his cock driving in. The slick, filthy sound of tongues tangling and sticking. He put all of it into the phone. So he could ask Lee Jiyoon, the one who'd helped him practice sex, this much is fine, right? So he could use that excuse, feed her nasty tastes, and later—when they did "sex practice" again—feel an even bigger kick of immorality. He filled the phone with her sister's... no. With his girlfriend's slick, dripping moans.
"Hoo... Hayun."
"...Mm..."
"...Turn over like this. I'm taking you from behind."
"......"
"Hurry."
"...Oka—...! ...y..."
After the kiss ended, he kept only the tip inside her and rubbed her clit with his fingers, and Lee Hayun groaned and squirmed, working hard to roll herself over. While he waited for her to get properly face-down, he set his lips lightly against the nape of her neck. So Lee Jiyoon, holding her breath on the other side of the phone, would hear nothing but sound. So she'd stuff the rest full of imagination and build it however she pleased.
For a second he considered leaving a kiss mark in secret, just for her, without Lee Hayun knowing. In the end he held back. She insisted on that ponytail every single day; the moment they walked into the academy tomorrow, her friends would spot it. Hayun, clueless about this kind of thing, might shrug it off as oh, a bug must've bitten me, but the ones who knew would think, nine times out of ten, Hayun got marked on the nape last night while she was face-down taking a cock. Whether the one who did it was her boyfriend, or just a sex partner with a good body and a big dick, nobody would know until Hayun herself said so.
"I'm starting to get why people put their girlfriends in their boyfriend's shirts."
"...Why?"
"Before, it was just hot because it was so much bigger than your body. Now your whole figure's showing through."
"...Pervert."
The head. Just a little deeper than that, he pushed in with a wet, shallow thrust and looked down at the back laid out in front of him. The shirt hanging loose. The dark line of her body it made. A waist he wanted to grip hard in both hands. An ass he wanted to squeeze the same way. Hair that looked good to pull. The ear he'd caught in his mouth and chewed. And, glancing back just a little to see what face he was making, Lee Hayun's deep green eyes.
"...If it hurts, say so."
"......"
Savoring all of it, he dropped onto his fists on either side of her.
"...... ...!"
Deep. Deep enough that the cock in its condom could knock against the underside of her cervix.
"H-hey... o...ppa..."
"..."
"Hiek... nnh..."
"..."
"Woojin, ah......"
Deep enough that Lee Hayun, who until now had at least kept her head up and panted, finally buried her face in the pillow and could only let out the sound of breath running short.
"...... ...♡ ......"
Deep enough that the ass he'd only thought about squeezing started to jiggle from slapping against his lower belly.
"Hey... w-wait, just a second.... Seriously, just a second..., too, too rough..."
"...Hoo."
"...Haak... hak... ...nnghk..."
She was only patting the bed with the tops of her feet, as if to say do whatever you want—or maybe, let me rest for a second. He wrapped her up anyway, forced her head to the side, and tangled their tongues in a wet, messy kiss. Watching her eyes roll up a little every time he drove in—squelch, squelch, thud, thud—he fucked her deep, as if he were reshaping her inside to fit him.
"...Lift your ass."
"..."
Two or three strokes and it sank low again, busy twitching, but he looked down at Lee Hayun—waist trembling, still obedient to what he'd said—and filled himself up on the feeling of having conquered her.
"...Ah, fuck, seriously..."
"...Mmph..., mmph..."
"Just a second.... Stay like this, just a little.... Hoo..."
"...... ...♡"
She'd climaxed so many times she had her nose and mouth jammed into the pillow, breathing rough. He pressed her head down hard and pounded with everything he had, the way he'd slam into a toy, until the walls of her cunt clamped down like they'd lost their minds.
"...Lee Hayun."
"Heek... heh..."
"Tongue. Stick it out."
"......Aah..."
He grabbed the ponytail without manners and pulled, baring the face with tears just starting to spill, tipped the body that had been face-down onto its side, and kissed her like an adult. And so, after he'd driven his cock in to his heart's content—until the lower belly of Lee Hayun, busy thrashing, bulged out in soft little swells—
"...Nnmmph.... Mmh.... Pwah......"
he poured his spit down the throat of the half-fainted Lee Hayun, again and again.
"Hek... hek... nnh...... nnh..."
Messily. The condom was barely holding, but he made sure at least that heat got through. Messily. A thick pulse, a long spill, a last spurt—he dumped his cum in heavy glugs into the deepest part of Lee Hayun, added one more condom packed full of semen to the pile beside the bed, and tore open yet another wrapper with his teeth.
A tiny rip. A sound so small it might not even carry. He made sure it got into the phone anyway.
"This time, lie however you want."
"..."
"...Oh. You want to get fucked face-down again?"
"..."
So Lee Jiyoon, on the other side of the phone, could hear. So she could be jealous of her sister. So she could spend every night counting on her fingers, waiting for the day she got to do "sex practice" with him.