Is This Even Okay? (2)
Lee Jiyoon.
Had she eaten something weird for dinner instead of actual food?
"I didn't see any sign she'd ordered delivery earlier."
Then what?
There was leftover stew in the kitchen, and if she hadn't felt like reheating that, I'd stocked plenty of the ramen she liked. What on earth had she put in her mouth to come out with something that unhinged?
…Surely she hadn't skipped dinner entirely and done nothing but game until this hour.
Not that skipping a meal turned a person strange overnight.
"Hnnn."
This was hard. Really hard.
Remembering how Jiyoon had gone on about some unfamiliar shampoo smell, I'd washed again for no good reason, and even now my cheeks were burning. I patted them with both hands and let out a breath.
Fine. If I bent over backward a hundred times, I could let it go that she was curious about her older sister's sex life. Jiyoon was a girl too. A virgin, at that. That kind of talk might have made her curious… right?
And back when we were both in high school, she'd ask me in passing, now and then, why I didn't get a boyfriend. I'd thought all she cared about was gaming at home, but apparently she had more interest in the dirty side of things than she let on. Framed that way, I could understand it. To a point.
…Understand it, sure.
"…Even so, this is too much."
That should have stopped at plain, innocent curiosity. Calling her sister's porn tastes weird, saying she'd sit beside us during sex and coach us through it—that was…
…What kind of nonsense was that?
I still didn't get it.
"Did she drink a beer by herself…? Hmm…."
My hair was still faintly damp inside, since I hadn't dried it all the way. I raked my fingers through it in a rough flurry, clicked my tongue, and flopped onto the bed.
I hadn't smelled alcohol on her while we talked, so this wasn't some drunk slip. Which meant she'd said it stone-cold sober: I'll sit beside you and Woojin while you have sex and correct you until it's normal. She hadn't put it in exactly those words, but that was the nuance.
How many sisters in the world had ever been through something like this? No—something this absurd?
Picture Woojin fresh from the shower before sex, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and Jiyoon sitting right there with a blank face, legs crossed, eating snacks. What would he even think?
"Why is she here, noona?"
And what was I supposed to say to that?
Ah, well, back in high school Jiyoon caught one of my porn histories, and it was basically rape-adjacent, and so on and so forth…
Aaaagh.
"…Enough. Lee Jiyoon. I told her to ask Woojin herself, with her own mouth. Yeah."
I hugged the pillow, face-down, and kicked the sheets for a moment—thump, thump, thump. Then I tied my hair up roughly so it wouldn't wrap around my neck in my sleep, and with a feeling close to surrender I burrowed under the covers.
At least she hadn't given off that I'm going to watch no matter what energy, had she? So it would be fine. Woojin would obviously be mortified at the idea of having sex while Jiyoon sat there watching. And unless he was an idiot or a pervert, he was bound to refuse. If Woojin said no, Jiyoon wouldn't push it into something even weirder.
So I shouldn't worry about it, and…
"…Mmnya."
Just sleep.
I'd sweated so much today I was unbearably sleepy….
"Y-you, are you a pervert?"
"She must have a reason for wanting that."
No matter how you looked at it, how was I supposed to open a morning text with Jiyoon says she wants to watch us have sex? So I'd used a touch of a cold as an excuse, skipped first period, and come down to the Academy Infirmary—and the moment I got there, I'd heard that.
That ridiculous answer.
"No, I'm telling you she said she wants to watch us have s-se—sex…! She's not asking for a recording after it's over or something?"
"I understood you perfectly. You and I have sex. Jiyoon wants to watch from the side. Right?"
"R-right, but…."
"That much is…."
He said it was fine if she watched.
This was important, so I was going to say it again.
He said it was fine if she watched.
And not even after a long, reluctant nod at the end of some tortured deliberation. He'd scratched his cheek for about five seconds and that was it.
"A-aren't you embarrassed? Showing a total stranger would be less—no, that would be insanely embarrassing too…!"
"Calm down a little. This doesn't seem like something worth getting this worked up over."
"Do I look like someone who can calm down right now?!"
There was an old saying that the sister-in-law who holds you back is more hateful than the mother-in-law who hits you. Was this what it meant? I didn't know, I didn't know. Whether my reading of the proverb was right or wrong could wait. What mattered now was something else.
Woojin didn't seem to find Jiyoon's perverted request the least bit strange. And unlike me, straddling the chair between my thighs and huffing, he was sipping a mixed coffee and clicking away at his laptop with one hand, perfectly at ease. It was unbearably frustrating.
Had he actually understood?
We'd have to show Jiyoon every bit of what we did yesterday, you bastard…!
Me calling you oppa while you pounded me hard enough to make the bed creak, and—anyway, all of that…!
"Stop looking at the laptop and look me in the eye when you talk."
"…Ah, sorry. I was skimming today's news."
"Did Jiyoon get to you before I did? Did she ask if she could watch?"
"…No. With me she only talks about games."
"Then why are you so calm? When I first heard it, I think it took ten minutes for my brain to even process it…!"
"I told you. She must have a reason."
"…A reason."
"Yes."
What reason could there be? She'd just turned out to be a pervert, damn it….
But badmouthing my little sister that harshly in front of Woojin felt wrong, so in the end I crossed my arms and pretended to think.
"Hmm. Maybe she has someone she likes? She could be trying to take notes for later."
"…Who uses their own sister as reference material?"
"You never know. Maybe she figured this was better than porn."
"……."
Right. If it really were what he said—if Jiyoon just didn't know what to do with a boyfriend and had come to me for that—I might at least have tried to understand. But that wasn't the point. She'd said my tastes were weird and offered to correct me from the sidelines.
…Of course, explaining that would mean walking him through, in detail, how Jiyoon had caught my porn back in high school, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Anyway, I'm fine with showing her a little. That doesn't mean I'm not embarrassed."
"I'm… I'm not fine with it at all…."
"Really? Even in front of your little sister, it's that embarrassing?"
"Little sister or not…! How am I supposed to have sex in front of someone else?!"
"Even if we keep almost all our clothes on?"
"…I don't want that either."
"Hmmmm…."
"……."
"Then I'm sorry to Jiyoon, but… I should tell her it'll be difficult."
"……?"
Maybe because it was morning and he was sleepy, Seo Woojin's voice tangled with a faint yawn. I'd been sulking with my head down, and when I lifted it just a little, my eyes met his over the back of the hand he'd raised to his mouth.
"What?"
"…Nothing. Just. Yeah."
"…? So we're dropping the idea of showing Jiyoon, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely…."
"I'll give her a quiet heads-up later if I see her…. You should head back too. You came down here faking sick, didn't you?"
"…Yeah."
"Take care. Don't hurt yourself by messing up your strength control."
"……."
…Huh.
Mm.
Crisis resolved…?
Lee Jiyoon had been the one to start the weirdness, so I'd thought about sticking my spoon in—and of course Hayun hated the idea enough to shudder. This wasn't even a threesome. It was barely spectator play.
…At this rate, getting both of them on their knees in front of me, taking turns with my cock in their mouths, was a dream I wouldn't be touching this year.
"And here I thought it might go easy."
A hero I remembered had debuted. A villain I remembered had been arrested. Skimming the news online and relieved that the future hadn't particularly changed, I let out a regretful sigh over the big fish I'd just let slip.
Matching Lee Hayun without pushing my opinion too hard had been my own call, but the disappointment was still there. Lee Jiyoon had already gone into heat just from hearing her sister lose her mind on the phone while she got fucked. Hayun, next to her little sister, was still pure enough to bolt around like a squirrel.
Times like this, I almost envied those Magic Type bastards who knew a bit of hypnosis….
How was I supposed to persuade our Hayun when she was this dead set against it?
Buying her something tasty didn't seem likely to earn a nod.
…If I offered to fuck her all weekend until the smell wouldn't come out, would she at least get interested?
The other party was Lee Hayun, so there had to be a better angle than that.
Hmm.
"…Oh, right. I thought Lee Jiyoon would show up, but she hasn't."
I'd been lost in the fantasy, and when I checked the clock it was already noon. I leaned back in the chair, stretched lightly, worked the stiffness out of my knotted muscles, and stood.
Not to dodge those people—former heroes, or maybe just middle-aged men whose hobby was hunting down good restaurants; I couldn't tell which. I just wanted to open the windows and air the place out before I went to lunch.
I was sliding the big windows open one by one, rattle, rattle, when it happened.
"…H-hello…."
Through the door flung open without a knock came a voice I knew quite well.
Working the infirmary, I'd ended up memorizing the voices of a dozen or so kids who got hurt often, but those were only stuck in my head because they had to be. The voice I'd just heard was different. The blank look on my face shifted at once into my usual soft smile, and I turned around.
Sure enough, one familiar face was tilted at an awkward angle, looking at me. And she was wearing a baggy gym uniform whose zipper wouldn't close, thanks to her chest.
"Ah. Sua."
"…Yes."
She had the air of a puppy already scared before anything had started, asking if she was even allowed in here. Ever since that incident in the infirmary, she'd seemed to be avoiding me on purpose. It had been a little under a week. Looked like she'd finally found the courage to face me again.
"Informal speech. Is it hard?"
"…Yes."
"Is someone next to you?"
"…No."
"…Shame. I liked it a lot. You dropping the formal speech."
"…E-excuse me…."
Well. She could look me in the face again, but calling me the way she used to, in plain informal speech, still looked extremely difficult. Even so, if she was going to wear a collar later and really sink into the role of a pet, that side of her might be better. Casual with me most of the time, and strictly polite only when we mated like animals and I had her by the leash—that sounded hotter, too.
I fastened my health teacher's coat, turning those thoughts over, and walked to the desk.
"Did you come because you're hurt?"
"…Yes."
"You can't give any other answer?"
"…'Yep' sounds too light, and 'yes' sounds too stiff, so…."
"…All right. Then show me the injury first?"
"…Yes."
Han Sua couldn't even meet my eyes properly; she just nodded hard. Then she pushed up the gym uniform that had been covering her all the way to the back of her hand and showed me the spot.
"This is what you mean?"
"…Yes."
"Does it hurt when I press?"
"Ah, it hurts a little even without pressing…."
"More than you can stand?"
"…Not that much…."
Looking closely, a small bruise had bloomed on her forearm. Nothing serious—the kind that would throb a fair bit. A very ordinary injury, the sort I saw all the time treating other students. She'd probably bumped into something by accident, or gotten hurt during a spar.
"……."
But something was off.
Why would she get hurt in a spar? Shouldn't she be the one hurting someone else?
Because Yojora had been in the group?
But Yojora wasn't that strong, either.
….
…Ah.
Lee Jiyoon.
"Did you get hurt sparring with Lee Jiyoon?"
"Y-yes…. We sparred today, and she looked strangely cheerful…."
"…."
"She kept smiling a little. Like her mind was somewhere else."
"…."
"So I think I slipped a bit on my strength control. …Ahaha."
Cheerful, was she.
Don't tell me that crazy bitch really thought she could slip herself between her sister and me on a plan that flimsy? And now she was pulling the stunt of smiling in front of people she wasn't even close to?
"…T-Teacher. If you just keep pressing without saying anything, it hurts…."
"Ah, sorry. I spaced out for a second."
"It's fine. ……Um, and if you need to, you can press harder…."
"There. Treatment's done."
"…Ah. Aah…."
…If I left this alone, the longer I waited to tell her, the bigger the disappointment would get.
Nothing for it.
I'd have to talk to Lee Jiyoon alone in a little while.