Big Sis Would Probably Love This
Proper fishing takes bait and a rod matched to the species.
Getting a favor out of Lee Hayun while she squirmed around on the bed in her room took something sweet in exactly the same way.
The PC bang we'd arrived at a little earlier was just another tool for the same job — a means of being alone with Seo Woojin.
You're absolute garbage at games, Seo Woojin. That's why you're only capable of garbage sex, isn't it? …Nothing to be done, so I— I, in my infinite grace, will specially put on a 'big-sister cosplay' and drill you myself.
A line I could force the conversation down. A few matches, and then we'd get up and go wherever the mood took us — a motel, or Seo Woojin's place.
That was the plan, clear as anything in my head, and I was just about to carry it out.
"Huh? Wait."
"What?"
"Ah, shit, he already noti—"
When I came back to myself—
"One-ten! Hey, Seo Woojin. I'm rotating that way, yeah?"
"Huh?"
"Toward one-ten, you idiot! Listen to the call!"
"Wai—"
"You still can't read numbers? Read that thing at the top of the screen!"
"One-ten…"
"No — you can literally see the bullets coming from over there. You empty-headed— …?"
Somehow I was sitting right beside Seo Woojin, yelling — only loud enough for him to hear, obviously, because it was embarrassing — and playing the game.
Secret sex behind my sister's back? Please. I was just some game-brained girl who'd come to the PC bang with her boyfriend, having the time of her life.
"Sorry. Died without getting the kill after all."
"……."
What?
Why am I… how did I end up just grinding the game?
"Jiyoon?"
"…Ah — ah! Yeah. Right. Mhm. You should be sorry…! Playing like that…"
"Is it because it isn't the mouse you use at home? Something feels off…"
"Th-then what, you think I'm on my home setup or something…?"
"Well, you're good at games to begin with."
"…Hmph."
"Haa…. This headset flattened my hair. Ugh."
"……."
What? What?
I blinked, firing the same question at myself over and over.
Ah, shit… this is so embarrassing.
Locked into the game or not, forgetting my entire reason for being here was mortifying enough to set my cheeks on fire. Had I seriously come to a PC bang with Seo Woojin just to play, pure and simple? Lee Jiyoon, you idiot. I'd come to sweet-talk that innocent fool into s— into that. And instead I'd stupidly gamed on and on and on…. Ugh.
…Anyway. What was already done couldn't be undone, so I needed to forget it fast and get my head on straight. Then at least whatever time we had left could go toward something dirty.
…Ah. The time we had left.
"Want to queue another?"
"Hang on a sec. I should… see if I need to add more time."
"Yeah? Take your time. I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick."
"…Okay."
I'd already loaded plenty of time, so there was nothing to check. It was only an excuse to park in front of Seo Woojin, who barely knew his way around a PC bang. I mashed my ball cap down under the headset, mumbling nonsense, and sucked on an iced tea whose ice had long since melted while I checked the clock on the computer.
…Hup.
What? Eight?
Wait. Wait. We'd agreed on six, so—
…No way. We've already been in here two hours?
Don't joke. Seriously. It didn't even feel like that many rounds. How was it already eight? I'd really thought thirty minutes — an hour at the outside — and I'd be slipping out of the PC bang while calling Seo Woojin, dick standing straight up, a virgin loser to his face.
I denied reality and checked the phone I'd tossed under the monitor, but of course the time stamped there was eight as well. Realizing I'd forgotten the whole point and happily gamed for two straight hours, I leaked a cold sweat thick with shame and side-eyed Seo Woojin as he walked back from across the room.
…He really looks like he's thinking about nothing. Except that dying over and over seemed to be boring him a little.
"Need to add time?"
"…Uh. Um. …No?"
"Yeah?"
"……."
…Nothing for it. I'd just laid the whole plan out, hadn't I? Now that the moment was here it was embarrassing, but from this point on I'd stick to it and rag on him for being dogshit at the game. Sit here quietly and we'd naturally start another round.
"Hey. Seo Woo—"
"Is it because it's just the two of us today? Without that person, it really is harder."
"…Huh? Ah. That's — the other team got better. There was a big patch recently…. Um…."
"Aha. A patch…. Well, anyway, dying in a second every time is getting old."
"……."
That wasn't it. Again.
I'd slipped into some weird tangent, so I cleared my throat and spun my chair toward Seo Woojin with a little grin.
"…Seo Woojin."
"What?"
"You, um…. Why — why are you so bad?"
"What. The game?"
"What else would we even be talking about right now besides the game. …Idiot."
Wow. Wow. Awkward. So awkward. I'd thought I was pretty good at lying, but my acting was actual garbage. I should never dream of being an actress.
"Sorry. I'm trying hard and I'm still not getting better. Guess I'm just not cut out for games. Probably."
"……."
And you're supposed to get a little annoyed there — why are you apologizing all soft and docile? If anyone should apologize, it's me. Sorry for talking like a brat. Something like that.
…Shit. The plan was completely tangled. What now? I hadn't made a single backup besides this op.
Aah. Whatever, whatever. My head hurt, so I was just going to say it. The other customers were all loud, talking among themselves anyway. Whisper, and only he'd hear.
I tapped his ankle with the toe of my sneaker and kept going.
"…Can't game. Can't s— can't have sex either."
"……."
"…Loser."
"……."
Rude, the way I usually was. …More like I'd bitten my tongue and was stammering. I mumbled it out half-assed, looked away, and pretended to be busy with something else. Like a remark tossed out with no meaning at all.
Calling it practice, behind Lee Hayun's back, in Lee Hayun's room, dressed up as Lee Hayun, I'd gone right up to the edge of sex. Calling it practice, behind Lee Hayun's back, in my own room, as plain Lee Jiyoon, I'd mixed spit with him and mated until we were a soaking mess. Using I'll help as an excuse, I'd said I wanted to watch the two of them fuck right there beside my sister. And now I'd even called Seo Woojin out to a place where she wasn't.
Like a remark tossed out with no meaning at all.
…So an extremely obvious result followed.
"…Hmm."
"……."
A sigh. Not a heavy, deep one, like he was lamenting something — just a faint breath pushed out through his nose with his mouth shut tight. Even someone as socially lacking as me knew perfectly well what that sigh meant. Unbelievable. Something like that. Or you've got to be kidding. Or the feeling of him asking if I'd lost my mind. Either way, it meant he'd caught the subtext.
And the fact that Seo Woojin didn't immediately shove his chair back and walk out meant—
"……."
—that he had some interest in that subtext too.
"Lee Jiyoon."
"Wh-what."
"Is that why you suddenly told me to come to a PC bang?"
"Wh-what did I even do?"
Worried the customers nearby might hear, he leaned in close and spoke like a whisper. Normally I'd have growled that he was gross and shoved him off, but I couldn't do anything of the sort. I just whined, mewling, while his voice got shoved into me.
…Because — against the click and clack of the PC bang — Seo Woojin's voice, being forced in, felt better than I'd expected.
Yeah.
"You just brought up sex out of nowhere with zero context. Why are you playing dumb?"
"Sex…"
"…Be honest. You dragged me out with the PC bang as an excuse because you want to practice sex with me again. Crazy bitch."
"……."
Because that blunt word — sex — was being forced into me in whispers by a low male voice, and because I was hearing crazy bitch, that light little insult I'd gotten from him over KakaoTalk earlier today, in that same voice one more time, my thighs sank deep into the PC bang chair and twitched.
…I hadn't thought I had this kind of taste. Had sleeping with Seo Woojin last time shifted my preferences a little? Or had I taken after my masochist sister, and it had always been like this? Or did everything just feel good because he was my sister's boyfriend?
I hid my thighs, dark jeans and all, hard under my winter coat, glanced around, and leaned in close to his cheek.
"More precisely, you didn't like what I played for you over the phone yesterday, so I'm supposed to drill you in person again…. Yeah. Something like that."
"…It's frustrating, you idiot…!"
Like he was troubled. And, on the other hand, like he didn't hate it. Into the ear of Seo Woojin, whispering with that subtle smile on his face—
"Frustrating?"
"You might not get it, but from the listener's side the virgin vibes were insane, okay…? Even if we save the rough stuff for next time, that is something you've gotta fix…!"
—so I could yell in a whisper too.
"Which part?"
"…Like how you keep asking my sister if it feels good…."
"I'll fix it. What else."
"…No matter how much that's her taste, pounding away the entire time, just slam, slam, slam — that kind of thing."
Had anyone around us just heard that? Close enough to whisper with my heart in my throat.
"…Why's that a problem?"
"Why do you think…! Are you actually asking because you don't know?"
"She seemed to like it. You probably heard Hayun's moans too."
"If you m-mix in doing it gently sometimes, she'd like it even more, you one-track virgin loser…!"
"You didn't say that last time."
"Nnh…. I — I forgot, so I couldn't say it. Shit…."
Honestly, I didn't think I'd really experienced gentle sex either. I'd never particularly felt like I needed it. Last time, bent over the desk while he pounded me from behind — thump, thump — until I was drooling… that had felt the best.
For now I trotted out the sex trivia I'd picked up while gaming, and bit my lower lip against the headache creeping in. I'd pictured it feeling like I'll teach you, step by step. I didn't like that it felt like I was getting swept into his pace. Of course he was just an innocent guy, so he probably wasn't thinking anything at all.
"…I was about to say we should quit and go get dinner. Guess just heading home is better."
"……."
"Let's go. Oh — you hungry?"
"…Forget it. When would we even have time to eat…. …Let's just go."
The only thing I had to grab was my phone. I stood, scratched at my ear like I could wipe away the dirty small talk I'd just heard, and waited for Seo Woojin with both hands shoved deep in my pockets — grumbling that even if he didn't know PC bangs, he was an idiot who couldn't find the end-session button sitting right there on the screen. Either way, it was my first time going to a guy's house, so I pressed down on the heart that had started thumping for no good reason.
And, avoiding his eyes a little, in a voice that crawled out—
"…Hey. Seo Woojin."
"What?"
"…Um. …Condoms."
"I've got plenty at home."
"…Ah. Okay."
To every lonely customer gaming around us: We're off to sex practice now. That's how we walked out of the PC bang.
…Ah. Of course — whether it was sex practice, or something else entirely, the interpretation was up to each of us.