Unnie Would Like This (2)
"Clean. The place."
After the condom question, they hadn't said another word the whole way here, and now they were standing in Seo Woojin's apartment. If she had to sum up that fluttering first impression in a single breath, that was it. Cleaner than you'd expect from a guy living alone. Plainer than you'd expect from someone with that much money.
Weird.
Forget the fact that he was living in a one-room near the academy. She'd heard the usual Discord chatter often enough—once you move out, there's no mom around and the cleaning goes to hell; a girl living alone lets the place get filthy; guys are no better; delivery food becomes your whole diet. And yet this was just… about the same as her own house? No weird smell. No everyday junk scattered everywhere. There was one empty delivery box shoved into a corner of the living room, but that much was cute. Lee Hayun stuffed boxes into corners too when she got lazy.
"Clean? This?"
"Yeah."
Maybe the compliment embarrassed him. Woojin tossed it back at her, and she shoved his shoulder a couple of times as she kicked off her sneakers. Then, still in white socks, she pressed her feet into his floor, and—as if walking into a stranger's place for the first time were the most natural thing in the world—flicked her ball cap onto the table right beside her.
…Ah.
Lee Hayun had sex with him here yesterday. On that big, soft bed right in front of her eyes. For that long. An older sister, of all people, using polite speech on a younger guy. Thwap. Thud. Squelch, squelch. …Spurt.
"It's not dirty, but I figured it was just ordinary."
"Cleaner than my room. No hair on the floor."
"Your room? It looked pretty clean the last time I saw it."
"……."
"Oh. So normally it's dirtier than that."
"…Shut up."
"It's fine. If I'd known you were coming, I would've cleaned more—"
"I said shut up…! Damn it…."
She flipped him off—he was snickering like he'd just uncovered one of her secrets and was delighted about it—and dropped onto the bed in front of her. Which meant she could see everything Woojin did as he followed her in. He picked up the cap she'd tossed wherever she felt like and hung it beside the rack where his clothes were. Then he shrugged out of the thick coat he was wearing and hung that up next to it.
…Had he felt her staring? He glanced her way for a second, settled a soft smile on his mouth, and sat down beside her.
And then he said it.
"Hey. Lee Jiyoon."
"…What."
"Don't just sit there. You take yours off too."
"……."
So blunt. Just the raw word, nothing else.
"…You, that's…. Haa…."
"What?"
"This isn't gonna work. Practice or whatever, before any of that you need to learn how to set a mood like a normal person…."
"…A mood?"
"You sick bastard, the second we walk in you just tell me to strip—! …Ah. Actually, Lee Hayun might be the type who likes it that—"
"…No, I meant just the coat. Isn't it uncomfortable?"
"……."
"And we haven't even showered yet. If we're doing it, we should wash first."
She'd been yowling to herself for a moment there. Only then did his eyes drop from her face to her body. Not the one he'd bought her last time—the loose khaki jacket she usually wore. Whether it was the soft warmth of it, or just the blood rushing to her face from sheer embarrassment, heat climbed up past her collar, and she yanked the coat off in a fit of nerves. Hard enough that it could have gone straight into that empty delivery box she'd just seen.
Whip.
"O-off. Happy now…?!"
"If it wasn't uncomfortable, you could've just left it on."
"It was uncomfortable! Super uncomfortable! Are we done?"
"…Sure."
"…God…. Damn it…."
She spat the words out, still steaming, then cupped both cheeks in her hands and sighed. Coming in, she'd been doing fine. How had it turned into this? There was no way the atmosphere she'd planned was this stupid. She'd wanted something more illicit, something that made her heart pound… and somehow….
No matter how she turned it over, this was Seo Woojin's fault. That idiot's innocence—swallowing sex with her whole, just because she called it "practice." That same innocence was the reason she'd gotten the relationship she'd only ever dreamed about, but still.
If he'd had even a shred of sense, he might've leaned in and asked whether this was really just for practice. Whether practice was the excuse, and the truth was that Lee Jiyoon's tastes were filthy, perverted garbage—whispered right against her ear, and then just….
…Anyway!
It could've gone something like that, couldn't it?! If it had, they'd already be tearing a condom wrapper open without another word. Dense bastard. Not a hint of instinct in him.
"Want something to drink? I've got orange juice."
"……."
Annoying. Annoying. Annoying—but complaining as much as she wanted on the inside didn't change a thing. At a time like this, better to….
Being the aggressive one was the right call. Expecting anything out of Seo Woojin was a waste. This was the way.
…He was going to keep innocently believing this was nothing but real practice, anyway.
She sighed once more through the hands still covering her cheeks, then glared at him through the V of her fingers.
"…Hey."
"Yeah."
"The juice is… forget it."
One line. No. Just to get one word out.
"…Let's do it. Practice."
Shaaaa— the shower running on the other side of the door. It had been going for about ten minutes already, and he lay there using it as background noise, staring at nothing and letting out a sigh.
At the PC café, it had gone pretty well. He'd been waiting for the right moment to bring it up, and when Lee Jiyoon finally forced the sex talk out, watching her flounder had been… honestly kind of hot. But the text he'd sent her earlier that afternoon—the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. Saying no had come off like a total wall, if that was the way to put it. You want to watch from the side while we have sex? Don't be insane. Talk like that made it sound like he hated not just a threesome, but even voyeur play, down to his bones. Better to have acted flustered instead—embarrassed on the listener's behalf, like what are you even saying. Then Jiyoon would've thought, oh, he says he doesn't want to, but he's interested. She would've pushed harder to talk him and Lee Hayun into it. Just watching from the side isn't a big deal, right?
"…Shame."
He should've thought a little longer before texting. He raked a hand through hair that was still faintly damp and sighed. For his part, he could fold whenever he felt like it and pretend he'd lost. Hayun overflowed with energy like a country puppy, but she wasn't especially strong-willed… If a Jiyoon in heat had clung to her for a few days, she might've crumbled fast. And once she'd shown her little sister what sex looked like, the hurdles in her head would've dropped a long way. From there, if he just kept doing this and that with the two of them—Hayun and Jiyoon—he really might've gotten blowjobs from both of them, taking turns. Might've fed them his cum down their throats, one after the other. …Might've done worse than that, too.
"Hoo…."
He'd have to float it, just a little, in a bit. Crack, pop—he rolled his neck, got up, glanced at the bathroom door, and headed for the fridge. He hadn't bothered keeping anything as pointless as a bathrobe around, so he'd only dried off enough to get by, and he was in his underwear. Like that, he gulped water straight down.
Ah. It came back to him all at once. When he'd finished first and told her to go wash, a towel dumped over her head, Jiyoon had completely short-circuited. She'd probably thought the wet bangs and the towel meant he couldn't see. She'd been openly raking her eyes over his body and his cock while stalling with useless talk, and for a second he'd genuinely thought she was a crazy bitch.
Well. She was a crazy bitch. The kind who only got wet for her sister's man. An affair-kink lunatic.
"Phaa…."
How should he start. Casually test the water—do you really have to watch from the side? Ah. No. He'd already played innocent and let himself get caught in Jiyoon's sloppy little scheme, so it might be better to bring it up like the interest had only just hit him late. …Corruption, maybe. The kind of material guys and girls both ate up, no matter the gender.
He kept turning it over as he capped the water bottle, and the bathroom door—nothing but running water until a second ago—burst open. She'd gone in with a towel, but there wasn't quite enough of it to walk out fully covered. What would she be wearing when she came out? She'd already shown him everything once, so maybe she'd be bold about it. Or maybe some of the shyness was still there.
He shut the fridge on that pleasant little daydream.
"Jiyoon. All done?"
"You—damn it…! Why, why are you out here!"
"I was drinking water?"
"Then make a sound or something…! You just vanished and I freaked out…."
Neither bold nor shy—Lee Jiyoon took one look at his face and went straight to annoyed. His guesses had all missed, unfortunately, but he wasn't especially disappointed.
…Because—
"…Wh-what are you looking at."
"……."
Jiyoon, soaked through, straining to cover her chest with one arm. The towel he'd given her to dry off held from her lower belly down between her thighs. Ears red, embarrassed, and still putting on a tough act so he wouldn't see it. Her eyes dropping, perfectly naturally, toward his lower stomach—then, unlike earlier, catching that he had underwear on, and yanking her gaze back up like she hadn't looked.
All of it. Every bit of it was a sight that made him want to shove it in to the root right now, practice as the excuse.
"If you were gonna be like that, you should've taken another towel in with you."
"…So what. I covered everything. Mind your business."
"We've already seen each other naked. Do you really have to hide that much?"
"What, you walk around stripped in front of your family too?"
"Yeah."
"…I am not doing this with you…. …Move. I need to dry my hair."
He stepped aside with a short laugh, and Jiyoon bit her lower lip and walked out. Wafting his shampoo. His body wash. Thick in the air.
…Ah. Fuck.
If he listened to what he wanted, he'd skip the drying and just do "sex practice" all night—but he swallowed, once, and held it. Then, without a word, he pulled another towel from the drawer and stepped in under that noisy hair-dryer roar.
"Hey, damn it…. I'm drying my hair, what are you doing getting in the way…!"
"I'm drying you off."
Standing behind her, so he could touch that smooth skin as much as he liked.
"I already dried off! You're just using that as an excuse to feel me up…."
"Why? I can't touch you?"
"It's not that I can't, it's… you're in the way…."
"Hayun-unnie liked this kind of thing, though."
"…Unnie?"
"Yesterday, while she was drying her hair, I wiped her down."
"……."
"…We couldn't hold out in the end, and it turned into foreplay."
A story from before the "call" Jiyoon didn't know about. He murmured it under the dryer once it had gone quiet, and for a moment her whining stopped. She was thinking it over. Whether she ought to play along, since she was already having an affair under the excuse of "practice." Or whether she should just be herself and tell him to quit being a pain and get lost for a minute.
Of course, there was already one correct answer, so she wouldn't need to think very long.