Hayun Backs into Bed
Snap, snap. I only glanced toward the sink for a moment at the sound of scrubbing.
Leaving Lee Hayun to her diligent act, I started moving stuff around near her. Standing right beside her to open the kitchen cabinet and slide in the Lock & Lock containers. Lining up the seasonings one by one next to the dish soap. Tossing the freshly bought towels onto the washing machine and drying rack right behind me.
Just enough to keep catching her attention. Brushing lightly against her now and then, thanks to the narrow space.
"……Hmm, ahem…"
I gave her just a tiny bit of leeway without forcing anything. Her reactions were just too entertaining.
Whenever footsteps approached, she'd freeze mid-scrub on the frying pan. When I passed right behind her, her shoulders went rigid. Once I'd finished moving things and stepped out, she'd let out a relieved sigh loud enough for anyone to hear. Then, in a trembling voice like she wasn't thinking a thing, she'd hum a tune.
More fun than I'd expected.
Hmm. I wonder if she'll really head home if I keep avoiding touching her till the end?
Curious, but stray thoughts aside. With the tidying mostly done, I sidled right up next to her and spoke.
"Noona. When's that gonna be done?"
"…Uh, huh? Oh. This. Yeah. Just spray some vinegar and boil it a bit…."
"Doesn't seem like much after all. Was worried it'd take forever."
"……."
"You can head out after that, then. I can handle the rest."
"I, I'm here to help. You rest. I'll do it."
"It's fine. This is nothing. You can go once that's done."
"……."
She flicked her jade-green eyes at me, sparkling, then went back to scrubbing the pan. Somehow, her hands moved way slower than before.
She probably thought that was a natural reaction. Classic Hayun logic.
…Which just made me want to toy with her more. Like a plaything.
"Noona."
"…What."
"You didn't come into my place thinking anything weird, right?"
No dramatic clang. Instead, her pouty, sulky face whipped toward me.
She must've figured it was a "foolproof plan that Woojin would never catch on to."
…Her brain really is on dog level.
"Did you really?"
"Wh-what are you talking about? Y-you're the one who did weird stuff first, that's why…!"
"Me?"
"L-last night…! When we were drinking beer, that…."
"Oh, the kiss."
"……."
Casually dropping last night into the convo made her face go blank. Then her cheeks and ears flushed bright red in record time.
Always fun watching her react. If one of the villains I'd played with back then had been like this, I wouldn't have broken her—I'd have kept her around forever.
Too bad I only met her now.
As I eyed her, debating whether to push straight to the bed or leave a tease and drag it out longer…
"……?"
Hayun, who'd been scrubbing away, suddenly scooted away from me. Her ponytail, always bouncing lively in front of me, now swayed shyly, tinged with her embarrassment.
"Where you going, Noona."
"Pr-proper distance."
"Huh?"
"Keep proper distance…!! Three steps. Don't come closer."
"How do you keep that in a one-room?"
"Anyway…! Get out of the kitchen…!!"
She fled to the far side of the kitchen and yelled that.
I'm no psychologist, but messing with villains as practice before heroes taught me a few things. One: When girls throw random tantrums like that, it usually means "I surrender."
Maybe a stereotype… but every woman I'd met did it.
Even knowing all their sensitive spots, even after fingering them till the sheets were soaked and we had to change spots multiple times, even with their pussies twitching open and shut mid-orgasm for minutes—they'd insist they hadn't cum yet, that they'd won the bet.
Seen it too often.
Hmm, probably just embarrassed about last night.
I snorted softly and stepped out of the kitchen as she asked. It was just a momentary mood swing, so humoring her a bit was no big deal.
She was fun to play with, after all.
Like a villain about to get dragged off by a hero, I walked with hands spread lightly to the sides, signaling no resistance.
She scanned me up and down, then backed away slowly to maintain those exact three steps.
"……?"
Her position looked suspicious now. If she kept retreating like that from there…
"This good?"
"…Y-yeah. So wait there a sec. It'll be done soon…."
I kept closing the gap, staring at her spot.
"…Hey. Woojin."
"Yeah."
"I said proper distance. Three steps. So don't come any closer… …Ah?"
Her foot caught the bed, and she tumbled back with a soft thud. I stepped closer. One step. One step. One step. Slowly.
"…Eh…."
"……."
If she'd gotten up right then, she could've bolted no problem. But this evolution-type transcendent, way more agile than any normal person, just lay there dazed on the bed.
…Looks like she'd been aiming for this, standing right by the bed on purpose.
Or maybe just slipped from excitement. Whatever.
Didn't matter. I'd gotten her to the bed either way.
"Noona. What're you doing?"
"……."
She'd had seconds to escape but froze instead, so my hands naturally planted on either side of her. Like I was pounding her missionary-style, animalistic.
Squeeze.
"Is this why you steeled your face and barged into your kouhai's place?"
"……."
Her flushed cheeks. Those jade-green eyes flicked up at me once before looking away silently.
If she'd denied it, said it was all a misunderstanding, I'd have had nothing left to say.
Honest in the weirdest ways. Such an idiot.
"Helping me like some dating sim to build affection points."
"……."
Gulp, gulp.
No answer, just her throat bobbing nonstop. Idiot.
"Graciously offering to help with ten minutes of tidying like it was charity."
"……."
I knew it all. She felt some gratitude toward me for saving her once. She was obsessing over last night. She'd let me wrap an arm around her waist curiously, no resistance.
Everything.
So I got a little greedier.
"……."
"……."
Thud. I pressed my forehead to her round one, gazing down.
She twisted her head slightly, lips mumbling, but couldn't fully look away—kept peeking up at me.
What're you gonna do?
She knew, but sent that gaze anyway.
Get off.
She could push me if she wanted, but sent it regardless.
I leaned closer to that Hayun and brushed our lips lightly.
Not the sticky deep kiss from last night. Just a feather-light peck. Touch and release.
Even that diversified her reactions. Her furrowed brow relaxed completely. A puzzled expression to boot.
Her eyelids fluttered as she replayed what just happened. Then her hand drifted to her lips. Tap, tap. Like she was checking if it was a dream.
So I grabbed that wrist mid-touch, pinned it to the bed, and kissed her deeper.
She jolted in surprise, wrist twitching, but that was it. If she'd really wanted out, she could've shoved me off. Hell, she could've subdued and arrested me.
Instead, ears red as could be, she closed her eyes and accepted it.
When I tried tangling tongues like last night, she flinched but tentatively met mine. Clueless on technique, just flicking awkwardly like that'd do it. Adorably her, but it nearly made me chuckle mid-kiss.
Had to pour my saliva into her mouth like before instead. Could almost hear her gulping it down greedily.
"……Fwaa…"
Lips parted, and she panted hard, like she'd been holding her breath. A sticky thread between our mouths. Her quickened breaths shifted the mood subtly.
The drying frying pan in the sink was forgotten. Only one thought filled my head: how much to tame her today.
"Mmph… smack…"
Tried again in case she'd changed her mind—same result. Awkward tongue play, swallowing my saliva eagerly, continuing the kiss.
So.
Sharing breaths with this obediently clinging Hayun, I cupped the modest swell poking through her hoodie.
Dry-looking when clothed? Or just always wore stuff like this except when soaked?
Way vulgarer size than expected filled my palm. Could probably engulf a nipple segment easily.
…If she let me kiss her, checking a bit more should be fine.
Grabbed her hoodie hem from below and yanked it off—no resistance. Undid her academy uniform buttons underneath, pulled up the black tee—same.
Soon her pure-white bra matching her panties was exposed. She was too busy swallowing my spit to notice when I unhooked it with a flick.
…Makes sense. Throat's one of her erogenous zones. Loves gulping stuff down.
Flicked her hardening cherry nipples with fingertips. Squeezed to savor the softness.
Instead of "stop," they stiffened more. She'd swallow something much harder soon enough.
"……Hoo… Is this okay? Won't Jiyoon say something to you?"
"……Fwaa… ha… …Just act normal around her…."
Hayun, who'd given up denying it entirely. Big sis dating before little sis is natural. I'd gotten confessions before too, just turned 'em down for work and taking care of Jiyoon….
She mumbled unprompted stuff like that for a bit. Then, mid-dazed self-initiated kiss, she paused.
Phone? No vibration or ring.
Why the sudden… I recalled where I'd stashed the condoms and waited. She cleared her throat cautiously.
"…Ahem. U-uh, Woojin."
"Yeah, Noona."
"N-Noona'll make you feel good."
"Huh?"
She wriggled out of my arms quick, knelt on the bed, and patted it.
Like offering a lap pillow or something. So…
"…Qu-quick. Lie down here."
"……."
Incredibly. Not her style at all.
Strange. Your tastes aren't like that.