Is This Even Allowed? (4)
From the far, far distant past all the way to the modern day, the words people spoke had changed. Social order and the mood of the times had changed. The fashions in style had changed. Even the length of cock preferred by women in their fertile years had changed, and so had the thickness of the semen they wanted poured into them—filling them, wrecking them, defiling them.
A long, long stretch of time had passed, and a great many things had changed along with it. Even so, a few things had weathered the years and kept the shape they'd had back then. The fact, for instance, that if you wanted to look good to someone above you, you needed a little performance that said behold, what a loyal vassal I am. That sort of thing.
"…Playing hard to get."
"Huh?"
"No, no! Ah, Sua-chan, did I maybe do something wrong to Jiyoon-chan? Her reaction was kind of… ehehe…."
"N-no? I just figured she's the type who can't be bothered making friends…."
"Mm-hmm. So that's how it is."
Here was Yojora—prickly to excess on the surface, her true feelings a shade different underneath—and she, too, needed a way to prove herself a loyal vassal to the one above her. Preferably a method seasoned with the flavor of I want to rip you to shreds this second, you son of a bitch, but you've got me by the weakness, so I have no choice but to play along.
What that required, of course, was tribute. Tribute big enough that he'd pat her head, thank her, and press a reward into her hand. Tribute as rare and hard to obtain as she could possibly manage.
And right there in front of her eyes was something pretty enough, and proud enough, to stir a moderate interest in the one above her.
"Then I'll try talking to her again in a little while."
"…I don't think you should."
"Tomorrow, then?"
"Is 'just don't talk to her' not an option?"
"Why? The more friends, the better, right?"
"Mmm…."
"Maybe Jiyoon actually wants friends too, and she's only like that because she's shy!"
"Mm…."
Seo Woojin—no, no, any boy that age would be crazy about a girl like that, wouldn't he? A girl who wore a blank face every day and talked like she had no manners at all. And because of that—because she had absolutely no resistance to anything dirty—shove a monstrous cock into her, veins standing out fit to burst, and she'd break in no time, reduced to nothing but panting.
Get close to a girl like that, then take her somewhere quiet. Force it in even while she snapped at you. When she whimpered that it hurt, mix tongues with her until she went quiet. Rub her clit until she bit her lip and swallowed her moans. Teach her how to kiss until she started clinging on her own. Have sweet sex with her until she mistook it for love. Kiss her and creampie her to the brim. And when she started whining, breath hitching, about what she was supposed to do now that he'd come inside—cover her mouth again and fuck her. Spurt. Spuuurt. Creampie her. Watch her face fall apart.
…
Pfft.
Yojora, who had been propping her chin on her hand and smiling to herself, shot a glare after the white hair receding into the distance and licked her lips.
"It'd be fun to get close to her. Right?"
"…I dunno…?"
"She's pretty. And she's strong!"
"Mm…. Me, well, as long as you're happy with it, Yojora…."
"She'll eat lunch alone tomorrow too, won't she?"
"Probably?"
"Heh heh heh. Anyway, like you said, Sua-chan, if I start pestering her the second we get back to class her favorability's gonna tank hard, so…. Tomorrow…. Mm-hm…."
Of course, if she'd known the truth, she wouldn't have spared the girl a scrap of interest.
…Ah. No.
She might even have been jealous.
"…Rather than forcing it, I want to see them both wanting it—clinging to me like they're competing."
Just picture it. Lee Hayun looking up into my face as if to ask whether she doesn't feel better than Lee Jiyoon, sucking my cock. Lee Jiyoon waiting right beside her, then lapping away without a care that the shaft is slick with her real sister's spit, as if to ask whether the older one really does feel better. Lee Hayun, sensing the crisis when my cock starts twitching even harder than before, pressing her tongue desperately to the glans already smeared in her little sister's saliva.
Something like that.
Wasn't a picture of the two of them competing to wring the semen out of me so much hotter—so much hotter—than a picture of me forcing a blowjob out of both of them?
"Hmm…."
I knew it was a hard scene to come by. Hard enough that maybe I ought to be satisfied with the fantasy and let it go. Because a woman with a normal way of thinking could never accept the idea of sucking the same man's cock alongside her own little sister.
So what if I made it so Lee Hayun couldn't think normally?
…It still came down to alcohol, didn't it. Boring.
Was this obvious method really all I had?
"This is tough…."
Lunch was over, and the afternoon had gone quiet. My head was starting to ache from all the scheming, so I'd stepped out for a bit of air, leaning on the middle of the skybridge and sipping instant coffee.
Still, there was nothing else to do right now, so I might as well put even this blockhead of a brain to work. Figure out exactly what stance I needed to take if I was going to drag Lee Hayun into bed together with her little sister.
I hadn't crossed ten years for this, not knowing the cause of any of it—but since I'd ended up back here anyway, I might as well scrape the plate clean and eat every last thing I could get my hands on. My tastes, pressed in tight. Packed in until they overflowed.
"Alcohol, for now…. I'll save it as a last resort, for when nothing else works."
The easiest road. The road with the highest odds. And at the same time, the least arousing road—I shoved it as far down the list as I could and started counting off the rest on my fingers.
Taking something hostage and blackmailing them. The word blackmail didn't suit the relationship I had with them now, so pass.
Begging Lee Hayun—couldn't we try it once, the three of us, you and your little sister?
…Ugh.
Pass.
Letting Lee Jiyoon do whatever she wanted to Lee Hayun behind my back, and just sitting there with my hands folded, watching. The odds on that one were actually pretty high, but it was also the one that made me the most uneasy, since it slipped out of my hands. Pass.
I stood in the cold wind for about five minutes, turning it over as hard as I could, and the conclusion was that this wouldn't work and that wouldn't work either. In the end I couldn't find a single sharp move worth the name.
The thought kept creeping in that maybe I should just quietly swallow all this talk of taste and crack a beer with the three of us together. That might be the best of it. And then my pride would rear up and I wouldn't want that either.
…Pride. Over something like this.
Even I thought it was pathetic.
"…Anyway, for now the best move is to act like I don't care and leave it to Lee Jiyoon."
I couldn't help worrying myself sick over the process, but still…. There wasn't another method that made me go that's the one. Until a usable idea came to me, all I could do was quietly watch how that pervert Lee Jiyoon talked her sister around.
You have to say something that actually makes sense…! Even if you're family, there are lines you're supposed to keep. Right?
And yet she sits right next to her sister and her sister's boyfriend, watches them have sex, and if that were only something she used when she was alone, m-masturbating, maybe I could let it go—but she watches, and then she wants to give notes on how the sex was…!
Ha. Honestly. Ha…!
I was so dumbfounded the words wouldn't even come out right. Do you people actually think this makes any sense?
"It really doesn't make sense, right?"
"Hmmm~ I mean, sure~"
Talking had warmed me up, so I flapped a hand at my face like a fan and asked—and the friend who answered me was only half listening, fiddling with a lock of hair split from damage.
I stared at that lukewarm reaction for a moment, and then the cheek beside my tightly pressed lips started to puff out round.
Here I was pouring my heart out, and she was yawning like it was boring…! Ugh…!
"Even family has privacy and all that, so the fact that she wants to watch from the side is already…!"
"So, Hayun? Sorry to cut in."
"…Ah, yeah?"
"Did you say you saw this on YouTube? What you're talking about now? Something about a little sister, blah blah…."
"…Y-yeah. YouTube…."
Not my story. Just something I'd happened to see on YouTube. I'd thrown that excuse over the heated speech I'd been spilling out in a rush, and a friend's jab brought it to a brief halt.
Well, yeah. Getting this worked up over something that wasn't even my story was pretty suspicious.
"It's just staged, so don't get so invested, Hayun. They're all doing it for the views. The views."
"…Anyway, the situation's ridiculous, isn't it? A little sister butting into something like that…."
"Especially the provocative stuff. You can churn it out without a single brain cell and the boomers still click it, so it's even worse."
"…Are you even listening to me?"
"Think about it for a second. Where in the world does a little sister want to sit there and watch her own sister have sex? Even me—every time I see my sibling naked in the bath, yesterday's dinner tries to come back up…. Iron stomach, I swear."
"Hey. But your sibling's a little brother, isn't he? I saw him before. He's good-looking. Body's not bad either."
"Don't be disgusting. From a hundred meters away he looks like somebody crumpled him up."
"Then give me his number."
"Oh, get lost. He's a high school sophomore now."
"……."
They weren't listening. None of them.
…Hah. Fine.
This was better, actually. It was something I was really going through, and being honest about it would have been the same as spitting in my own face and Jiyoon's. I didn't even need to go that far—if someone pressed me and asked whether this wasn't about me and Jiyoon instead of something I'd seen on YouTube, I'd be in trouble. And then the conversation would naturally turn to who on earth my boyfriend was.
These girls didn't have a serious bone in their bodies. There was no way they were going to sit quietly and hear me out.
Yelling into an empty bamboo grove to blow off stress. I'd just think of it as something like that.
I felt better. I did.
…Haaah.
"What was next period again?"
"Dunno. Character education, maybe."
I hopped down off the desk I'd been perched on, went back to my seat, and took out my notebook and pens as if nothing had happened. Then I flopped forward onto the desk, let out a long sigh, and—my phone had started whining like a message had come in—pulled it from my pocket and checked the screen.
…Spam, obviously. What else.
No way a personal text would show up at a time like this….
Mortifyingly unfamiliar—the word unnie, still awkward even now, because until a month or two ago she'd called me Lee Hayun every single day.
My brow twitched at it for no good reason, and I pouted as I typed my reply.