Practice Sex (3)
"Think whatever you want."
He says.
…Seriously. What was he planning to do if I actually went and thought whatever I wanted about what had just happened?
That idiot.
"You planning to keep watching that?"
"…I need to check whether anything weird got recorded."
I was lying on my side with the phone in my hand when Seo Woojin, looking a little worn out, settled down beside me with a faint smile.
…Maybe because he was a guy. Even on his side, that shoulder of his still climbed all the way up there. I was glancing back at him, turning over some pointless thought, when he simply drew me into a light embrace.
We weren't lovers. We weren't even in that fuzzy, almost-something stage. Just friends who played games together. Stretch it a little, and he was nothing more than my sister's boyfriend—and yet, held this tightly against a man like that, his cock, still rigidly hard after coming twice, pressed not into my sister's body but against my back.
"You're the only one who's going to see it anyway. Do you really need to check?"
"…If it's embarrassing, I'm deleting it."
"I don't think not embarrassing is really an option."
"Then I'll just delete it."
"Then, before you do, could you send it to me?"
"…Why?"
"Why do you think. So I can use it when I need it."
"Ah, shit…. Get lost…. Pervert…."
I tapped the Seo Woojin at my back with a loose fist. He laughed that it tickled and pulled me in closer, close enough that he could come nearer still.
For skinship between friends of the opposite sex, it ran a little thick. Even between people circling each other, this was skating the edge. Call it the kind of skinship lovers did, though, and most people would probably nod. Whether he knew that or not, Seo Woojin held me like a doll and tossed out something playful about watching it together before I deleted it.
…After he'd already seen the real thing, not some recording.
Pervert.
"…If you make weird noises while we watch, I'm deleting it on the spot. I mean it…."
"When would I even have time for weird noises? It's just a video of you and me having sex. And it's short."
"Sex practice…! Idiot, I said from the start it was practice…!"
"…Ah. Right. Practice."
"I'm showing you this so you can actually put it to use on Lee Hayun later. You know that, right? Don't get the wrong idea."
"…Yeah. Yeah."
We had only tangled our bodies for the sake of sex practice. I didn't know what he thought, but I was not cheating on my sister with him behind her back. I was only doing this because I wanted to help. I piled up an excuse that would have sounded ridiculous to anyone listening, then pressed play again—when the truth was that I had something I wanted to ask, and I was too dishonest to just say it.
Two voices came through. Seo Woojin, and me. Two bodies appeared as well: Woojin's cock, strings of slick stretching sticky every time he drove in, and me, too busy flinching whenever a small shadow fell across my lower belly with each wet slap. Two vulgar sounds, too—the bed under me, creaking out something dangerous, and the endless wet smacking of his firm lower abdomen striking my body.
But the people mentioned were three. Seo Woojin. Me. And Lee Hayun.
If something that petty stirred a strange excitement in me, it was probably because my tastes were completely screwed.
"…."
Maybe because it was a short clip, barely over a minute. In the footage that shook a little with every movement, there was no conversation worth mentioning—Seo Woojin slammed his cock in hard a few times, and the motion ended when he pulled out a condom pooled full of semen.
But the video wasn't over. The important part came after that. So I laid one hand lightly over the hand he had wrapped around my stomach, and waited for the rest of it. Watching a recording of myself twitching because I'd come so hard was more embarrassing than I'd imagined, but since we'd come this far, I meant to get a definite answer out of him.
"…."
The me inside the phone, face gone completely slack, asks him, Why did you kiss me just now?
No answer comes. The Seo Woojin in the room says nothing either.
"…."
The me inside the phone, belatedly hiding her flushed cheeks, gets out, You're dating my sister.
Of course there's no answer. The Seo Woojin beside me only lets a quiet hmm drift against my ear.
"…."
His face isn't in frame. All that shows properly of the Seo Woojin in the phone is one stiffly erect cock, and he doesn't give a real answer—only Think whatever you want.
…Looking back on it now, I should have asked him then whether I was really allowed to think whatever I wanted. Hah. Forget it. Regret wasn't going to change anything, and I could just ask the Seo Woojin behind me directly, couldn't I? The only person who would hear what he really felt was me. My sister wasn't here. I had the advantage.
"…Hey. This."
"Yeah."
"That line. 'Think whatever you want.' …What did you mean by it?"
I swallowed to settle my nerves, stopped the video with a tap, and barely managed to get my voice out. Honestly, I was waiting for something like I like you more than Lee Hayun. It made sense. He'd been saying things like that the whole time, hadn't he? That my blowjobs felt better than the ones my sister gave him. That I squeezed him more pleasantly than she did. That sort of thing, more or less. And he'd even failed to hold back and had sex with me while he was on the phone with her, so of course his heart had tipped my way. Maybe I was about to get a confession out of Seo Woojin right now.
…While I was spinning that private delusion—
"What about you?"
"…Huh?"
"…What do you think it meant?"
"Hey, shit…. Wait a sec…."
He breathed a voice into my ear that sounded like he was barely holding something down. My hand, lightly overlapped with his a moment ago, stayed hooked over the back of his as he started rubbing my clit—the hood already peeled back—and turned the question on me.
"…I don't know, that's why I'm asking you…. You idiot…!"
"…Really?"
"…."
"There must be at least one place your mind goes."
There was. Not one. An insane number of them. The compliments that I was better than my sister. The way he'd reacted when I blew him. The fact that he'd lost his virginity with my body, not hers. How ridiculously into it he'd been the first time I cosplayed as Lee Hayun and told him I'd let him practice with a thigh job. The fact that he clearly didn't even like games that much—it showed every time we played—and still hadn't said a word. And the two condoms I'd set down beside me without much care, both of them packed full of seed.
If you couldn't read the room from all of that, you'd be an idiot.
"…You, by any chance, me…."
"…."
But that—now that I thought about it, if I snapped You're dating my sister, you crazy bastard and turned him down, this ended here. And if I took it gladly, You're dating my sister. …Seriously?, then on the off chance that wasn't what he'd meant at all, there would be no way to recover. Unless Seo Woojin said it first—I like you more than your sister—the risk was too big. I'd realized that a little too late, and I cut myself off in a hurry.
"You, by any chance, me, what?"
"Wh-why my leg…?!"
"Lee Jiyoon. What were you just about to say?"
"Ghk—hey, don't shove your cock in—, ngh…."
"I asked what you were about to say."
"Waiiit…. How am I supposed to answer like this right now…!"
No. It was such a ridiculously embarrassing delusion that I couldn't tell him. Before I could even get that out, the same barely-restrained voice jammed itself into my ear again. At the same time he pinned one of my legs—I'd been lying on my side—against his forearm.
"Nngh—, ah…?"
And he started driving his cock in hard enough that the wet slaps rang in my ear. Not like sex practice. Like sex.
"I'll hear it myself, so spit it out. Answer."
"Ngh, nnngh…, …I said I can't say it…!"
"What you were about to say just now. Just keep going and spit it out."
"…If I'm wrong it'll be so fucking embarrassing, ngh…, I won't…."
"What is it, then?"
"I'm not saying it…. Eek…?!"
…Has he really come to like me more than Lee Hayun? The risk was too big to jump to that. …But at this point, hasn't he actually fallen for me? I couldn't say a word, because I was afraid this would end if I decided that. In the end it was only the sex grinding my womb flat—say it with your own mouth, as if that were the point—that muddied my head.
His firm arm had slipped in beneath me where I lay on my side, and it rubbed my stiffened nipples without pause. Every time that swollen head pounded my cervix, my deep green eyes jolted upward. Between legs spread as loose as a puppy pissing itself, slick ran in strings and soaked my thighs. Sex that would have suited my sister, whose tastes ran exactly masochistic. And so I, that sister's little sister, filled my head with question marks and—thud, thud—my lower belly bulging, drooled all over Seo Woojin's bed.
…Then one voice pushed into my ear, a whisper.
"…Do you like me too?"
"…Ngh……."
I bit my lip hard and climaxed on it, and he pulled his slick-drenched cock out, caught my head, and started licking my lips with something almost tender. Get lost. I'm not kissing you. I don't like you. Coming at a moment this easy to misunderstand was just a coincidence. I'm not some pervert who gets turned on by my sister's boyfriend. I shoved at him with my elbow as hard as I could, and it did nothing. He only left his mark on lips I kept pressed shut. The Lee Jiyoon already living in his head had apparently become the girl who fell for Seo Woojin.
…Well. If a guy came while spurting and said something like I don't like someone like you, I wouldn't have believed it either. A girl could leak slick and tell him to get lost all she wanted; there was no way it would sound sincere.
"…I asked if you like me too. Lee Jiyoon."
"…."
"…Fucking answer me."
"…."
…Ah. Sex practice was completely over. And in a pretty ridiculous way. Of course, there was still one thing he hadn't caught—that it was more accurate to call me not a girl who fell for Seo Woojin, but a girl who fell for her sister's boyfriend.
…But so what. The result would come out about the same either way, wouldn't it?
I get fucked like a dog by Seo Woojin.
Or I get despised by Seo Woojin and thrown away.
"……."
…Lucky me. Looking at the state of his cock, the fucked-like-a-dog option seemed to be the right one.
"…Bweh……, …mmph…, pue…."
In the end, instead of answering, I read his mood and parted my lips, and the mint—already much fainter—tangled over and over between our tongues. For a second I thought he was going to push in as recklessly as someone who'd only just lost his virginity, but he also brushed lightly beneath my lip. When I, unable to stand it, offered the tip of my tongue, the kiss finally turned sticky and clinging. Whether that was skilled or clumsy, I was still a pathetic newbie who'd only just stopped being a virgin, so I couldn't really tell. One thing I did know. It felt good. Good enough that a kiss and one hand rubbing a nipple were all it took to carry me to the edge. My body had gotten sensitive.
"Ngh…, mm…, chuup…."
As if something in his head had snapped, Seo Woojin showed no sign of letting me go. I offered my mouth to him obediently and stroked his cock hard with my free hand.
…Ah. Shit. The condom was so fucking annoying. Should I peel it off for a second? We weren't even having sex right now, were we? …No. Without it, you never knew. Even on a safe day, you never knew. And if I took it off and put it back on, I wasn't sure that was even all right. At this point we had twelve condoms left, tops. To save even one more, I just gripped him as he was, uncomfortable, and slapped the heel of my hand against his firm lower abdomen in wet thuds.
…Already, the way his cock twitched and gulped between my fingers, it seemed like it felt good. Ah, no. No. I was the one stroking him myself, so of course this was the natural reaction. Did he have any idea how many idiots had confessed to me in middle school and high school without ever having exchanged a single word with me? …Probably twice as many as my sister? Maybe? If they'd gone after her instead of me, the odds of them getting to fuck me might have gone up, just a little. Idiots. Idiots.
"…Hoo…, Lee Jiyoon. …Take your hand off."
"…Ah, was it… not good? I thought you liked it…."
"I'm going to pound the place you like until you pass out, so take your hand off."
"…Ah. ……Okay."
…Whoa. He was seriously turned on. I flinched for a moment at an atmosphere that had changed quite a bit from before, and then Seo Woojin, gripping my thigh tight, started ramming his erect cock in like a madman—scolding my clit with the same arm that pinned my thigh, kneading it in little bites.
"Hey, shiiit…. Don't do this…. I can't…."
"Your pussy's squeezing like crazy. What's 'can't.'"
"I'm gonna come right away, so don't…. …Ngh……."
I climaxed, rubbing the lips that had been kissed so diligently a moment ago into the soft sheet, into the blanket. But even after I'd gushed the way I had earlier—even though he must have felt every bit of my thighs trembling against his forearm—the pleasure from below didn't stop. If anything, as if he wanted to see me fall apart even more, he was now gripping my chest hard and driving in. So all I could do was stammer my voice out to the man holding me from behind, my face brimming with tears.
"Seo Woojin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lied all this time, so just a little gentler…."
"…."
"…Ah. ……Shit…. …Nngh…."
Being fucked helplessly, without putting up any resistance—an atmosphere that felt like something only a masochist with Lee Hayun's tastes would enjoy. That atmosphere was forced into my head, and I panted toward empty air. Was he, by any chance, under the impression that I'd used my sister as an excuse to teach him my own preferences? A pretty decent guess, for a head gone hazy from taking his cock. But that was all.
"……Chuup…, chup…."
My head caught in his hand while he kissed me, my clit—swollen fat because I'd gotten turned on by him—worked under his fingers, slap, slap, taking his cock so earnestly my lower belly bulged. Even if I wasn't a masochist whose tastes ran that way, I had to shut my mouth and turn into a cock sleeve.
"…Since when?"
"…Wh-what, since when…."
"Since when you've liked me."
"I don't knooow…! Shiiit…, feelings just happen when you see someone a lot…. Nngh…."
"So it was before you brought up sex practice."
"…R-roughly…. Hiik…."
"Around when I treated your headache. When we played games. When we were practicing dates."
"Mmnn…, probably…. Roughly…."
One by one. One by one. The things I'd wanted to hide, peeled open one by one, while I offered my soaked pussy to my sister's boyfriend.
"Then the thigh job in your sister's room—when you said you'd let me practice—that was you trying to drop a hint, in your own way."
"…Shut up…. It's embarrassing…."
"It's fine. You were fucking cute back then."
"I said shut up…, nngh…, nnngh……."
"Ah, did you call it getting it wet with spit? The excuse for sucking my cock was fucking ridiculous too."
"Ngh, nnh…, hik……."
One by one. One by one. Hearing a past that had looked a little different from each of our points of view, my defenseless womb was crushed—thud, thud.
"…Look this way."
"…Chup……."
Like that, little by little, we set the masks down and showed honest faces.
…Of course.
"…Honestly, I think your sister's better at kissing."
"…Don't talk about my sister right now. …Idiot."
From her—
it stayed a secret.