Yojora Won't Give Up
After one final round with Lee Hayun in the missionary position, I tied off the tip of the condom bulging with semen and tossed it beside her.
Mind you, I could've kept going until dawn if I'd wanted to—and I sure as hell wanted to—but I held back, steadying my ragged breaths for now. If Lee Hayun suddenly stayed out all night, Lee Jiyoon would suspect me first thing. Hayun didn't seem like the type to crash elsewhere anyway; she was buried in her part-time gigs. Hell, we'd just had our fun yesterday—why risk it all for one night of sloppy bliss? My goals went way beyond taming just Hayun. There was still so much more I wanted.
Top of the list: her sister, Lee Jiyoon, of course. And all those Miren Academy heroes I hadn't fully scoped out yet...
Should've memorized which academy each one came from before plotting how to fuck 'em.
"Your clothes okay?"
"...My panties feel weird."
It was 10:40 p.m., a few hours after I'd laid Hayun out on the bed. She'd had no choice but to slip back into the panties she'd worn earlier, and now she was chomping away at the kimchi fried rice, grumbling through a mouthful.
"Should've hand-washed them while your sister was in the shower."
"Pfft, no need... What hand-wash? I'd do it myself anyway."
"How about your body? If anything still hurts, I can heal it more."
"...I'm good now. Totally fine. Yeah."
Her voice trailed off meekly as she poked at the fried egg. I watched her, gulping down cold water. The air was awkward after what we'd done, sure, but seeing her hamster-cheeked and scarfing down food like that? Couldn't help but smile.
How the hell is that her big sis? She's the little one.
"Weird. Even though it was your first time taking it all the way in, I figured there might be some hidden bruises."
Cough, cough—Hayun choked mid-bite, sneezing and thumping her chest like she'd swallowed wrong.
I poured her a glass of water and continued. "Like I keep saying, tell me if anything hurts. Don't worry about the money."
"Mmm..."
Treat the body in exchange for a bit of fatigue. Seemed like a simple, broken ability at first glance, but dig deeper and there were a few more handy tricks... Still, Hayun looked deep in thought—no need to test them yet.
Not that they're game-changers or anything. Plenty of time later.
I propped my chin on my hand, staring at the ticking clock, when—
"U-um, anyway."
"Yeah?"
"...What about that?"
Hayun mumbled into her plate, avoiding my eyes. Her fingertip pointed to the bed—damp far from "fresh." Love juices soaked where our hips had met, plus stray squirts from her light orgasms splattered everywhere. If Jiyoon saw this, she'd bloom ice flowers on my neck in seconds.
"What about it? Throw it in the washer."
"Yeah, but... the mattress..."
"Don't sweat it."
Unless she'd straight-up pissed herself, a little pussy juice wouldn't faze the mattress. It had a cover and pad, after all. More importantly—
"You're not worried about my mattress—you need to head out now, right?"
"Huh?"
"It's 10:40. You said you clock out at 11."
"Already?"
Hayun whipped her head around, still munching fried rice. Maybe from that—or the body wash and shampoo scent wafting faintly from her. Tricky.
I liked the reminder we'd showered together, but if her sister caught the smell? Disaster.
Someday I'd get both sisters in the same bed, but not yet. I stood to erase any traces when her voice piped up behind me.
"...Kinda tight on time. From here to home... Ugh, might have to run..."
"I'll clean up. You go. Want me to walk you out?"
Spray, spray—I misted Febreze on her outstretched arms. She'd caught on, staying still. The bold-yet-subtle scent wiped away the secrets.
"...Huh? Walk me out?"
"Yeah."
"...You gotta ask? Of course you'd do that."
"Didn't want to bother you."
"Bother? Nah. We had se...x. Kissed too. So we're basically dating... Oh, right—your number first..."
"Uh, yeah... Hold on."
"Wait—gimme your phone. I'll put mine in. As your noona..."
Hayun babbled incoherently. Boiled down: We'd fucked. Kissed. So we're dating. No "one-night stand" or "fuck buddy" in her vocab, apparently.
Didn't matter what she called it. As long as Jiyoon kept shielding her big sis, Hayun wouldn't broadcast we were together.
If girlfriend rumors spread? Could work in my favor. Guy's got a girl, so he's safe—drop the guard a bit.
"Alright. Here's your phone back."
"Time to go, noona. 10:41."
"Yeah. Wait... Never mind."
"...What?"
She'd started out the door, then hopped on tiptoe, spinning back to me.
"...Couples usually kiss goodbye, right?"
"......"
"But I just ate kimchi fried rice..."
"Cut the nonsense—check if you forgot anything. You wanted an escort."
"Oh, right..."
"I'll walk you to the crossroad up ahead. Straight shot to the convenience store from there."
"Eh? The crossroad?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well... My friend said her boyfriend walks her home."
"...C'mon. We'll do whatever you want, noona."
"Hehe. Okay, then... Uh? How do you unlock your door lock?"
"Hit the button below..."
*****
Something about this sucked my energy dry. Like playing with a niece on Chuseok? Never done holidays, so who knows.
After nearly 30 minutes chatting—mostly listening—I saw Hayun off with a light jog back to my one-room. February's chill night wind whipped my cheeks and ears, stealing my body heat.
Jackpot. I'd hooked a prime lure: Lee Hayun. Future Korea's No. 8, code name Witch—and I knew her better than anyone.
Pre-regression, Jiyoon shunned even CF ads. White hair fluttering as she iced villains, then vanishing before the live-stream crowds could swarm. No gaps to exploit, so I'd written her off early.
And Hayun's potential? Solid too. Downside: her evolution type wrecked her body on limiter release. But I could fix that.
Play it right, and Hayun might bloom her own hero flower. Once I "dealt" with Jiyoon and both shone as stars, the thrill of secret fucks behind their fans' backs? Doubled.
Great start.
Schlick, schlick, haa. I reined in my pounding heart, finishing the run.
"Uuuugh..."
At the first-floor entrance, some weirdo. Past 11 p.m.—late enough. Fingers fumbling the keypad. Staggering back. Drunk passerby? Local too wasted to punch the code? Or neighbor from next building hitting wrong keys?
All annoying. Latter worst. Hoped for the first.
"Hoo..."
She was a woman—didn't want heavy breathing making me look sketchy. Approached calmly.
Shorter than expected. From afar, proportions tricked me into thinking 170cm. Up close? Barely scraping 160.
Navy hair like the night sky, brushing her ass. Long locks... Reminded me of old hideout days. Yojora'd barge in bored, bitching "long hair sucks," throwing tantrums. I'd griped once about her dryer noise for 40+ minutes—months of fallout.
Bitch...
"......"
Wait. Around this time, Yojora's hair was exactly that length...
My gaze shifted from her hair to the keypad. Fingers sloppily tapping 205. Buzzer.
205. My place.
"Not this address, huhhh..."
Calm voice suited for hot tea over cold booze. Trailing into thick alcohol reek.
A voice I knew too damn well. I backed away slow.
Stay cool. Hole up in a PC bang two hours, dodge her eyes... Or motel it...
Right then—
"Lemme see... 205 is right... Wrong address?"
"......"
"......Huh?"
"......"
She spun, red eyes loose and sweet like spilled blood. Sticky, not fiery.
"Whaaat? Woojin? Out exercising?"
"......"
"Shoulda called first... But you'd ignore it anywayyy..."
"......"
"Up we go."
No words worked. She grabbed the crinkling black plastic bag and tottered over.
"Kyaaah..."
Tripped on her own feet—but a sudden black heart-tail stabbed the ground, steadying her. Two tiny black horns sprouted on her head... then vanished clean. Like nothing happened.
"Ughh... Woojin... Your noona got dumped once, but... can't you give me one more shot?"
"......"
"Bought booze to drink with youuu..."
Mutation Type. Succubus-like. Yojora.
Loves beer, digs soju, married to whiskey.
"Ta-daaa... How many soju bottles?"
Loves hangover headaches that split skulls.
"Teny bottles, evennn..."
She beamed prettily in front of me.