Eavesdropping (5)
And so the two of them had sex all night, overslept, and that was that.
There was no fairy-tale ending of the sort.
If tomorrow had been the weekend, maybe. It wasn't. If I were the kind of man whose cock stayed rock-hard no matter how many times I came, maybe. I wasn't that, either. Go at it for nearly four hours straight the way we had today, and even I was bound to hit a wall. …Of course, the same went for Hayun, who'd taken my cock for all four of those hours.
"Haa…."
"Hah…. Hahh…."
Into Lee Hayun, who could barely keep up with her own panting, I came as hard as I wanted—spurt after spurt, as if I meant to empty my balls completely. I leaned in to the ear of the girl whose head had turned aside, trembling through her orgasm, and whispered that I loved her, that I liked her, words like that. Then I showed her the condom, heavy and sagging with thick semen, and swapped it for a fresh one.
Wondering whether so long a session might leave her sore, I kept checking over Lee Hayun's body. And once again, buried to the root inside her, I came in a messy flood—not only while holding her tight, but while pounding into her. So that Lee Hayun, who until a moment ago had been stammering the same words back at me, I love you, I like you, could do nothing but clutch the sheet and let out lewd moans. …So that, dizzy with the thrill of conquest, my cock could do nothing but twitch and spit semen.
"…Can we stay like this for a bit?"
"…Mm…."
I spared a glance for the phone lying face-down on the dresser. Then, collapsed on the bed, I pulled Lee Hayun into a tight embrace with my sweat-soaked body. Her shirt was crumpled every which way and just as drenched as I was. Breathing in her scent from the fabric, I ran my hands over her however I pleased while she squirmed and groaned that it tickled.
…Ah.
What the hell am I supposed to do.
Lee Hayun was never some famous hero to begin with. She was just a bonus that came with Lee Jiyoon. Or something like a key for getting Lee Jiyoon into bed. But the more I looked at her, the cuter she was… seriously….
"…Noona. Get on top of me for a second."
"Don't wanna…. You were just ragging on me earlier, saying I was terrible at it…."
"That was a joke…. Anyway, I'm not asking to have sex. I just want to hold you."
"Then just lie down next to me and do it…."
"If we're on our sides I can't hold you properly. My arm hurts, too. …Come on. Hurry."
"…Ugh…."
We were close enough that a whisper carried perfectly. I kept playing with Lee Hayun's bangs, and at last the body that had been squirming in resistance climbed lightly up onto me.
…A woman is still a person. Sweat ought to be unpleasant. So why was she this erotic? Exaggerate a little, and she almost smelled like fruit.
"…Haa. Noona, you're really heavy…."
"…I'm getting off."
"It's a joke. A joke. If you were heavy, my back would've given out during cowgirl earlier."
"……."
"…It feels good, holding you like this…."
"…Um, hey."
"Yeah."
"…Earlier, when I was moving on top… did it feel good?"
"You saw, didn't you. What happened inside the condom."
"…I, I saw, but…!"
"…You squeezed me that hard. There's no way it was bad. Hayun."
"Mm…."
I stroked the hair I'd been pinning down and yanking all through sex, and Lee Hayun ducked her head and started lightly nuzzling her cheek against my chest. I'd been planning to try pet play with Han Sua later…. Looking at her now, Lee Hayun might suit it just as well. No animal ears, but she was no different from a puppy wagging its tail. With the right adult toy, a tail like that could be made in an instant, anyway. She looked exhausted today, so I'd have to ask casually next time.
…Whether I could put a collar around her neck.
"…Ah, right. Noona."
"…?"
"Shouldn't you be heading out soon? It's almost midnight."
"…I should. Yeah."
"What did you tell Jiyoon? It's not like you're late because of a part-time job."
"Just, well…. That I had something to do, so I'd be late…."
"…Then she's probably figured it out. Why you're coming home late, Noona."
"Sh-shut up…."
I chuckled and squished her cheeks, and Lee Hayun started puffing them out as if to tell me to stop. She puts on such a show of being the older one—a whole year above me—and then in ordinary moments she only ever picks the cutest things to do…. Still smiling, I rolled halfway over while holding her, braced against the bed, and sat up.
"Want to wash up together? Like before?"
"…J-just so we're clear in advance, no sex…!"
"…Isn't that obvious? We haven't done it in the shower yet."
"No, I mean, I'm saying it just in case…!"
"Besides, if we had sex while washing, a condom would be a pain, so we'd have to do it raw…."
"……."
"…Pervert."
"Grr…. I'm not…!"
Face flushed, Lee Hayun pounded my chest with her tiny fists—thump, thump—then fled the bed as if she were escaping. All that amounted to, of course, was her toddling toward the bathroom in nothing but my shirt.
Anyway. Raw sex, no condom…. After she'd taken a contraceptive, or a creampie on her Safe Days—that much was fine. But it was only fine. Going at it whenever I felt like it, as much as I wanted, wasn't my style. A handjob is what makes a blowjob erotic. A blowjob is what makes condom sex erotic. Condom sex is what makes raw sex erotic. Pulling out is what makes a creampie erotic. Get hooked on creampies and do them all the time, and it'd obviously go stale before long.
Of course, if Lee Jiyoon—usually ice-cold in front of everyone else—turned red to the tips of her ears in front of me and stammered a plea to get her pregnant before her sister did…. For something like that, I'd pour semen into her all night until that fertile womb was stuffed full. Hearing words of that caliber was still too soon, all things considered. Raw sex with Hayun…. Better to put it off until around the time the three of us had sex together. …And if I only wore a condom when it was with Jiyoon, I might get to see a pretty entertaining reaction.
"Take the hair tie out before you go in. And your clothes."
"I'll do it myself."
Lee Hayun went into the bathroom looking, to anyone's eyes, like someone announcing I'm sulking. I was about to follow her straight in when I changed course and approached the dresser where the phone lay face-down.
"……."
As expected. She still hadn't hung up.
"……."
I listened to the clatter coming from the bathroom and briefly considered what to do about her. Saying I'm hanging up and forcing a one-sided end to it seemed decent enough. Tossing out a probing what are you doing? seemed pretty decent, too. But the method I liked best was still this one.
"…Hmm."
I ended the call without a word, stretched with a groan, and headed for the bathroom.
Of course, the phone did not ring again.
How long had it been. Coming home after class and not playing a single game. And then, just like that, listening to Seo Woojin's voice and Unnie's, losing myself in masturbation for hours, even pulling out Unnie's towel and soaking it through. How long had it been since anything like that.
…The first time. Maybe not. Not when I first learned to touch myself in middle school. Not when I started catching a glimpse of my own tastes in high school. I'd never masturbated like this before…. So the first time. It had to be.
"Haaah…."
A soaked towel—whatever. I could claim I'd spilled a drink, shove it in the washer, and muddle through. The real problem was this smell packed tight into my room. This smell of a female in heat. There was no talking my way around that, so I opened the window and kept airing the place out. Of course, marching out with my head high and saying I was masturbating while you were gone, so what? was also an option. What pair of sisters in Korea has a conversation like that. Honestly, sisters sharing the exact same sex partner was far more realistic. Hehehe….
"…My legs hurt."
A night at the end of March. I let the cold air from the window cool my burning cheeks for a moment, then started putting back the things I'd taken out so I could masturbate in comfort. Unnie's hair tie, which had been binding my short white hair tight until just now. Unnie's dolphin shorts, which fit my hips so perfectly they stirred a strange sense of competition. Unnie's clothes, usually steeped in her scent. …And the clothes Seo Woojin had bought me. The ones he'd praised, saying they suited me, even with Unnie right there beside us.
I held down the urge to go again and hung them neatly on the hanger, as if nothing had happened. No. I can't. Quite a while had passed since Unnie went in to shower, so she'd be home soon. What would she think if she walked in on me masturbating while clutching the clothes Woojin bought me? Unnie's kind, so she wouldn't curse me to my face on the spot…. But she'd be incredibly thrown. …Um, that's my boyfriend…. While saying something that turned me on, no less.
"Haa…."
So this was a secret. Meeting Seo Woojin under that ridiculous excuse of sex practice, kept from Unnie. Something that absolutely must not be found out by her. I was repeating words I didn't mean—Unnie, I'm really, really sorry—when the phone, still warm from all that eavesdropping, gave a light vibration.
"…."
Unnie, or Seo Woojin. If it was Unnie, she only ever texted to ask me to come out front and help with the bags, so probably Woojin. Then what had Seo Woojin sent. …Was it about me teasing him earlier, saying he was terrible at sex. Was that why he'd texted. I swallowed, then fished up the phone I'd left by the bed.
Fortunately, what Seo Woojin had sent was a single, extremely dense line. I'd worried a little that he might be angry because I'd said nothing but mean things. One look at that smooth, slippery message and the worry vanished. He seemed like such a good person normally, but what he was doing behind my back and Unnie's was clearly a bad thing. That subtle dissonance was a little funny. If that Seo Woojin were a bad person like me, he'd already have covered Unnie's mouth and had all the sex he wanted right beside her while she slept…. He'd have done things like that ages ago. Since I'm the only bad girl here… it's a little exciting. Hehe.
The room was more or less tidied, so I flopped onto my stomach on the bed, tapping my instep as I hammered at the screen. This was how I'd get a sex practice date with Woojin later, right? Unnie likes it rough, so don't hold back worrying about her—pound her like an animal. Let him go like this and he'd just play dense again, so he should practice with my body. I had to toss him advice like that if I wanted the Seo Woojin on top of me to fuck me like a dog. …Of course, one step ahead of Unnie, who actually had that taste….
…Huh.
"……."
…Huh?