Chapter 128
A KakaoTalk, thanking her for all the help so far and offering to treat her to something good sometime.
She blinked, blank, her focus snagged on that last line. It wasn't — obviously not — some dainty little daydream about what she ought to let Seo Woojin feed her.
No. Roughly fifteen seconds before that text landed, she had nudged him, light as anything. Want to have sex with me again, behind Unni's back? And he had shut her down in a heartbeat.
"…."
…Why?
Was she not attractive enough? She liked to think she was pretty, at least. Stacked against the people around her… exactly as pretty as her sister. No — a tiny bit prettier. Yeah.
Or had he just loved the sound of Oppa so much while he was fucking Unni? Fair enough. Everyone around him was the same age or older, so the word might have hit him somewhere soft.
If not that, then the hair? Maybe a high ponytail, all that long black hair gathered up the way Unni wore it, had landed dead center in Seo Woojin's taste. Hers barely covered her shoulders. She couldn't pull off a style like that.
And if it wasn't the hair either…
…Did it just feel too much like cheating?
"…There's no way he'd get precious about that now."
This was difficult. The reason Woojin had suddenly gone like this felt close enough to brush with her fingertips, and still it wouldn't come when she reached for it. The mutter circling inside her mouth lasted only a moment. The room had aired out enough; she shut the window tight, dropped back onto the bed, and stared down the phone — the root of this whole mess.
If he had meant to stop because it felt like cheating, he would have shoved her off before they ever had sex, mumbling some excuse about how this didn't seem right. And if that feeling had only hit him after they'd slept together, then he shouldn't have gone clothes shopping with Unni and her in the first place.
He'd had some interest to begin with. That was why he'd fucked her under the excuse of sex practice, wasn't it? Dragging Unni along to buy clothes, sidling up to her the second Unni stepped into the bathroom — none of that happens unless a guy is already thinking dirty.
Honestly, she knew well enough that men nursed those perverted little fantasies. Sister sandwiches, and all the rest of it. He had wanted to fuck both of them as much as he pleased. Pervert.
And yet here he was, turning her down in a circle.
"…Did he get scared this late…?"
Scared their relationship would get caught by Unni. Nothing else came to mind that fit. It could have been that push-and-pull thing people only ever talked about… but why do it with her? Wasn't that something you did with Unni? What was she, his girlfriend?
Grumbling, she knit her brow, then hugged the blanket tight and rolled onto her stomach.
"…Anyway, it doesn't feel like he wants to end this clean."
She had tipped that way for one reason only: the KakaoTalk Seo Woojin had sent a little while ago.
Skimmed once, it was nothing but a refusal. Look at it closely, though, and there was a strange amount of useless talk stuffed in. A plain it's fine would have done the job. Instead he went on about a guy she didn't like, about how she probably wouldn't be into it so she shouldn't concern herself — something like that.
The feeling of someone refusing just enough, because grabbing too eagerly would look bad.
Read it as I'm not having sex with you, and it didn't sit right. If you want it, I will fit better. Or maybe if you want it, you can fuck me?
…The second one went a little far. Still.
Looked at this way, it was almost cute. Like watching a middle-school boy standing in front of a high-school noona. Stack that on top of her earlier guess — is he scared Unni will catch him? — and, faintly…
She was starting to react.
Mm.
"…."
Anyway, that made the story simple. All she had to do was push first and crowd him until he gave in.
Sex with a guy she didn't even like, the way he didn't like her — she definitely hated the idea. Not enough to refuse outright, though. If she kept saying she'd sacrifice this body of hers and let him practice…
"…No…."
Thinking it through, that wasn't right either. The story had not gotten simple at all.
Leaving a little room was one thing. Lunging at him with nothing behind it just made her the pervert. And it would taste awful, too. From Woojin's side, fucking her behind Unni's back. From her side, getting fucked by Woojin behind Unni's back. The best flavor was the guilt and the tension of is it really okay to do this with her?
…Haa.
Whatever way she turned it, this was difficult. Her tastes had always been a little off, so of course it would be — but still.
Huu….
What was she supposed to do?
Her fingertips kept tapping the screen, as casually as she could manage, while her head spun hard enough to make her dizzy — and then a soft electronic chirp cut through it. The door lock.
She shot upright like a startled hamster, fired a few more curses at Seo Woojin, and quietly caught the handle of her shut door. The clothes were fine; she had changed into soft pajamas a while ago. The hair she'd wrinkled, masturbating face-down, was fine now too. At worst she looked like someone who had just gotten out of bed.
If the person on the other side were sharp, they might wonder why a girl who usually gamed straight through this hour had been lying down. That was fine. The person was Unni, and nobody knew Unni better than she did.
"…You're back?"
"Eek…?!"
Sure enough. She cracked the door and poked her head through the gap, and there was Unni, creeping in like a burglar, eyes meeting hers.
When you've done something wrong, or something suspicious, the move is to stroll out shameless, same as always. Unni had always been the one doing the scolding, so she clearly didn't know that.
"W-why are you out here greeting me? That's not like you."
"It's not even the front door. We're inside. What greeting. And I'm pretty sure you said that last time, too."
"Anyway…! You must've popped out of nowhere that time and said the exact same thing…!"
"…Did I?"
"You did! …Haa…. You scared me…."
Unni heaved an exaggerated sigh, then started tugging her fleece halfway off and working at her shoes. Maybe it was only because Jiyun already knew she had been out with Seo Woojin, but there was so much that looked suspicious — too much — that a small, empty laugh slipped out of her.
Out from morning until this hour, her hair ought to have picked up a little oil by now. So why was it this clean? Why did some unfamiliar body-wash scent pour off her every time she shifted? Why did she keep glancing at a phone that buzzed now and then, busy smiling that soft little smile?
…Enough to make a person jealous.
"Why do you keep staring?"
"Wh-what…."
The moment she spoke, leaning in the doorframe, Unni — who had been squirming at her phone — killed the screen at once. Something in her voice had suddenly shrunk. Ah. Probably because Jiyun had talked to her with her arms folded. Or maybe her own face had been darker than she thought.
Either way, picking it apart piece by piece was more trouble than it was worth.
"Your phone. You wouldn't stop looking at it."
"…Someone I know."
"So it's Woojin."
"…You already knew. Why ask?"
"Just because. You kept smiling at it, so I wondered if it was a boyfriend."
"…Was I smiling that obviously? Me?"
"Yeah. Enough to piss off anyone watching."
"…Hehe…."
Had she been drinking on the way home? Shrinking, then flustered, and now grinning like an idiot — following that emotional weather sober was a lot of work, but Jiyun decided to let it go and cleared her throat.
If Woojin hadn't answered so strangely earlier, this could have been a truly perfect plan. Letting it pass like nothing had happened would be a waste, though. She wasn't about to throw away a chance this good and just roll over and sleep.
"…So, why were you late?"
"H-huh?"
"Earlier, Lee Hayun— no, Unni, you texted me. Said you'd be late today."
"…R-right…. I did…."
"So what were you doing that took this long? I heard you were meeting Woojin, but is there anywhere you'd stay for that long?"
"……."
"You wouldn't have gone to a PC bang."
"……."
"Did the two of you go to a motel?"
"……."
She had been listening while she masturbated, so the fine details were gone, but by the circumstances it was a motel or Woojin's place. Where else could you sink into sex for hours? She kept her arms folded, threw the question, and watched. Deep green eyes rolled hard this way and that, the look of someone who knew she was in trouble.
She had expected it to go like this. Funny, though. She wasn't some pure little kid. Was it really that hard to say she'd had sex with her boyfriend?
This was annoying. She might as well say it first.
"…Guess you did. The shampoo isn't the one we use at home. And it's weird the shampoo smell is still on you at all."
"Th-that's…."
"Stop stammering and say it straight. Am I scolding you?"
"…No…."
"You had sex. With Woojin."
"…Yes. I did…."
No circling around it — she pinned the words in place, and at last Unni nodded, fidgeting with her fingertips. Frustrating. Cute, on the other hand. Maybe this was the part of Unni that Woojin had fallen for. Maybe she ought to get a little cuter herself. Maybe she ought to copy the way Unni called him Oppa and wagged her tail. Turning those thoughts over, she went on.
"…From after the academy until now?"
"N-not that long…! Th-three hours…? Four…. …Five…?"
"So he really wrung you out."
"Wrung me out…."
"Yeah. Woojin must've had it rough."
"Is… that how it is…?"
"Even in porn, one round hardly ever goes past thirty minutes or an hour. Not counting foreplay."
"Mmm…."
Somewhere along the way Unni had folded her hands neatly, like someone under interrogation, and was nodding along. Jiyun looked down at the crown of that head for a long moment, then — as if it truly didn't matter, as if she were only passing by — dropped a single line.
"This is all because you only watch weird porn."
"…Wh-what did I…! You're talking about that thing from last time again, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I am."
"The high-school thing was just an accidental click…. I like it a little more romantic than something that rough…."
"You had sex for five hours with someone you don't even particularly like, and you didn't feel like something was off?"
"……."
"Or did you just decide that was normal?"
"…I-I don't know…."
Using Unni had never been part of the original plan. Seo Woojin — this was his fault, for failing to act like a man.
"This is too worrying to leave alone."
"…?"
"Next time the two of you meet, I'm coming too."
"…??"
"Why that reaction? I'm not saying I'll have sex with him instead of you. I'll just sit next to you, eat some snacks, and watch."
"…No, that's…. …Are you insane? Are you serious?"
"…I am serious. It's not like seeing your body is going to get me horny."
"…."
"So, are you doing it or not?"
"…E-even if I'm fine with it…! …Woojin would hate it."
"Then text him. Let's see if he really hates it."
"……."
"What are you doing. It's one KakaoTalk."
"…It's late today, so tomorrow…. I'll ask tomorrow…."
"…Fine. Then…. Nnngh…. Good night, Unni."
"…Mm."