Unnie Would Love This Kind of Thing (6)
…What the hell.
What was that just now?
If I really thought about it, it wasn't any different from masturbating. He'd only teased me—frustrating, maddening, stringing me along—and then made me feel a little good. That was all.
So why.
Why did it feel this good?
"…Ha… haa…."
Squelch. Suck.
Face buried in Seo Woojin's bed, I dragged in breath after breath and tried to piece the memory back together. It had felt good. Insanely good. That much I was sure of. But my head had gone white for a moment, and the details had been wiped clean—how good it had been, and where he'd touched to make me like that. I couldn't quite remember.
…Even if I counted every time I'd touched myself in middle school and high school, I had never once felt that good.
Where the hell had he touched?
"…Nngh…."
…Haa. Shit….
I couldn't exactly ask him that outright. I wasn't sure, but maybe if I shoved my fingers in about this far—press… press….
"Nnght…. Nn…."
No. This wasn't bad, but it didn't feel anywhere near as good as what Seo Woojin had just done. When he'd pressed in with his fingers, my vision had actually gone white.
So what had caused it?
The mood? The person? Technique… honestly, I didn't know enough to judge, so I'd leave that out for now.
Oh. Were his fingers just longer and thicker than mine? Except he hadn't jammed them in to the root and stirred them around, either.
Then what on earth had it been.
…Could the "teasing"—words he'd probably just spit out as they came to him—really have been that effective?
"…Fuu…."
That's stupid. Fine. I'll allow that it could feel good. But there's no way something that cheap makes me feel this good. This isn't a porn comic or a sex video. He didn't rub an aphrodisiac into my skin. And I'm not a masochist like Lee Hayun, so why would getting teased feel this good?
…No way. No way it does.
"…Thought I bought plenty. There's barely any left."
"…."
Maybe I should run a little experiment when I got home later, just in case. I was swallowing hard on that thought when my ears pricked up on reflex. The voice that had been shoved into my ear over and over until a moment ago drifted in from farther off.
"Guess it's 'cause I used so many with Noona yesterday."
"…."
My hips twitched at whatever that voice was doing to me, and a light sigh followed after. Hoo. How to put it—it reminded me of earlier, kneeling on the floor and working so hard at the blowjob, and the sound turned me on in a strange way.
I was just about to sneak a hand near my clit and take care of it without Woojin noticing.
…Thud.
A drawer shut.
"Well. It's practice."
"…."
Slowly. Slowly. A presence far too big to compare with someone like me drew closer and closer.
"…This side of the bed's soaked."
"…."
"Not that it'll matter later, I guess."
The bed dipped. A rustle rushed nearer. Against my thigh, stretched out and twitching, I felt the faint heat of a body that was definitely not mine.
Tok.
Right beside my face, buried deep in the pillow, one pitch-black rectangular thing dropped.
…Two. Three. Four.
And a fifth box, already torn open, a couple of condoms rolling out of it. They landed beside me, one after another.
…Are you insane? You just said there were barely any left. So why bring five? Then how much did you even do it with Lee Hayun?
…Unbelievable. You're lying about me only hearing it over the phone, right? Think about it. There's no way you were pounding my sister and cumming the entire time we were on the call. There must've been foreplay mixed in. That's why it was noisy for so long. Guys really do have this thing in common—wasting their pride on the stupidest places. Last time I practiced with him, two at most. That was obvious.
If he seriously meant to use all of those… he was a monster. A cum monster.
"Feeling a little better? From the outside you look better than before, at least."
"…."
The thing I glanced at from the corner of my eye had 0.01 printed huge across it. The letters bragging XXL came as a bonus.
…That reminded me of the secret practice in my room last time. …That made me fantasize about what would happen if he really used every one of them. …And somehow, all at once, I was unbearably embarrassed. I couldn't even answer. I just shoved my face back into the pillow.
"Jiyoon?"
"…."
"Lee Jiyoon."
"…."
I didn't get a moment to pull myself together. Seo Woojin's voice—clearly worked up with sex on his mind—thumped against my eardrums. If he'd just put a condom on and pounded me instead of fussing over me, I could've played it cool. Unnie doesn't like sex like this. She'd probably like something like this instead. I could've tossed that out like it was nothing.
Jerk. You have no sense. If you can plainly see someone's embarrassed, just leave them alone.
"You're not asleep. Answer me."
"…What."
"Before we start practice, I figured we should talk about how we want to do it."
"…Just stick your dick in and move. Idiot…."
"You said we should practice what Noona likes. You're the one who sounds stupid."
"…."
A light weight settled onto the thigh that had only been feeling heat. The warmth against my skin turned much sharper than before. Warm. And hot. The thing pressing into my ass was hot enough that I wondered if it even belonged to a human.
"So how should we do it? Is rough enough? You decide."
"…You can even do rough?"
He was nothing but soft and gentle on a normal day, and he wanted to be rough? I snorted at how ridiculous that sounded and threw the question back, and a big hand clamped onto my ass where I lay face-down. For a second I thought he might slap a handprint on me without warning, but thankfully that wasn't it. He just kneaded my ass however he pleased, and when that wasn't enough, he spread me open without asking.
He'd obviously seen it the first time we practiced, and it was a place you'd end up seeing anyway if you had sex in this position. Even so, a faint shame rolled through me, and my ears burned.
"Why couldn't I? I wasn't exactly gentle the first time we practiced, was I?"
"…Pfft. You think that level's enough? Lee Hayun's just too embarrassed to say it, but she probably wants to be handled like an actual onahole."
"…Then how far am I supposed to go."
"Unnie usually keeps her hair tied up, so grab that and yank it while you fuck her…. …She'd probably like it if you cursed a little, too."
I was blurting whatever came out because I was embarrassed, but Woojin didn't stop there. The cock that had been resting against my ass… he lined it up there. When I couldn't take it and clenched, glaring back to tell him to stop, only then did he take his hand off. Then that same hand reached toward me.
"Like this?"
"Ghk… yeah. Something like that."
"…."
"You have to get your hand all the way to the roots or it won't hurt…. …Yeah. Like tha— ghk…."
Tight.
Hair that only reached my shoulders. Much shorter than my sister's. Yanked like a dog's leash, my head forced up. The cock that had been touching my back hole shoved against my pussy and rubbed there raw, no condom.
How to put it. Less truly rough, and more like he was saying, I can do at least this much, you know? A ridiculous laugh slipped out of me because of it—and my heart was pounding so hard I thought I'd lose my mind.
Absolutely not because this was my taste. I was just doing something my sister hadn't even done with her boyfriend yet. The same way I'd stolen his dick before she could.
"…This doesn't even look that hard. So if I curse a little on top of this, it should be fine, right?"
"…So I'm asking if you can actually do it."
"Might be awkward since it's the first time…. Practice should fix that."
"…."
"…Want to lift your hips a bit? Or should I just fuck you like this, face-down?"
"I-I'll lift them, so move for a second…. And, um…."
After Woojin got off me, I drew my knees in and rummaged through the condoms beside me. One was already torn open, so of course he had one in his hand too. That wasn't the important part.
"…Dumbass. You should make Unnie put the condom on you herself, too."
"…."
"Unnie would like this kind of thing."
Contrary to what I'd hoped, the condom didn't taste like fruit or anything. I checked the direction, held it in my mouth, and moved in front of Seo Woojin's cock.
"…Fuu…. …Ah, shit. My jaw hurts."
"If it's hard, just use your hands."
"…I'll do it myself, so shut up."
Covering the head with only my lips went easily enough. But I'd only ever watched this. I didn't have the skill. It wouldn't go the way I pictured, so I tugged the condom down just a little with my fingers. Right around when I'd rolled it all the way past the head—
"……Mmph, mmph."
"…What?"
"Mmph…! …Mmph mmph."
I took Seo Woojin's cock in my mouth again and jabbed a finger at my own head. Don't just watch. You pull.
The hand that had only been braced on the bed came down on my head. For a second I worried it felt a little too gentle. Thankfully, that was just me. He cupped the whole back of my head in that huge hand and, until I couldn't swallow any more of him, ground my face into his crotch as much as he wanted. Violently—the word fit almost too well.
"…Hoo. Fuck…."
"…… … …Khek…. Kehuk…."
…Pwah.
His cursing. He was absolute shit at it. But his voice was decent, so even if it wouldn't pass Unnie's standards, by mine it was a bare pass. I spat out the cock that had been pounding my throat and spat the saliva—gone sticky in an instant, like I was being raped—onto it, adding to the mess. Tears still came when the head knocked against my throat, but I could take about half without forcing it now…. A little more practice, and deepthroat might actually be possible.
That, too—
"Hey. Look up."
"…Yeah."
"Face-down. Say, please give me your cock."
"…Um, Unnie would rather—"
"Say it. Lee Jiyoon. Stick your ass up so I can fuck you right now."
"…You have to call me Lee Hayun. I'm playing Unnie…."
"Say it. Fuck."
"…."
"…."
"…."
"…."
"…Give me your cock."
Before our cute Unnie.
First.
"Politely."
"…Please give me your cock…."
"Where?"
"…."
"…Don't show me by spreading it with your fingers. Say it with your mouth."
"…My pussy. …Dumbass."
Later, pressed right up against him together, when I teach her that this is how you deepthroat, I wonder what face our cute Unnie will make….
Haaahn. Long before her.