I Am a Total Pervert
I’m a pervert. I’m a fucking pervert. I’m, a real goddamn pervert...!
“Haa...! Ha...!”
Inside the shower room of Miren Academy’s gym. Lee Hayun, who had screamed her lungs out, clutched the faucet and panted for breath. Even after being relentlessly pounded in a crawling doggy position, she felt so damn good she couldn’t utter a word. And when Seo Woojin arrogantly yanked her hair from behind, instead of snapping at him to take it easy, she obediently tilted her head back and locked lips with him for ages.
A condom—surely it was on. But that raw sensation had to be a lie, just to toy with me. It felt so real, like I was actually getting bred, that I’d hurriedly shoved Seo Woojin’s body away. Then, right on the verge of blowing his load, he’d wordlessly smashed my head into the pillow and hammered away like a beast. When he growled that he was cumming and buried himself to the hilt, bulging the condom to its limits, all I could do was keep my ass raised high, climaxing over and over.
Beneath her quivering thighs. Dripping with her juices. Twitch. Twitch.
Putting it all together... What the hell was that about acting like a proper big sister? I’d gone and fucked like a total pervert...
“Ughhh...!”
Why the hell did I do that? Last night, I’d only let him drag me around, so today I’d sworn to take the lead like a real big sis. But looking back, today felt even more wrecked than yesterday. My whole plan had gone straight down the drain. No, worse—it was like I’d aimed the gun at my own foot and blasted away.
Now how the hell was I supposed to face Seo Woojin...? Forget eye contact; could I even hold a normal conversation? Should I bolt back to the infirmary right now and tack on, ‘I was just going along with you the whole time’...? After a quick rinse, Lee Hayun let out a complicated sigh and twisted the faucet shut. The water stream, dodging her hair, cut off in an instant.
“......”
...Still. It felt... pretty damn good...
Hmm. Honestly speaking. When I watch porn, if the guy’s dick is small, I skip it. Even when I’m lying in bed searching shady sites on my phone, I always tag male: big penis.
...I’m a girl, you know? It’s normal to have fantasies about huge cocks, right? Just like guys obsess over F-cups or G-cups. How can you ignore a 9-incher or 10-incher? Wondering how deep it goes. What face the woman makes taking it. Out of a hundred people, all ages and genders, everyone’s curious. That’s all I ever masturbated to—big dicks only. Yeah. Just that.
I wasn’t into rape or whatever tags came with it. So getting forced like earlier... that wasn’t my thing. Just like how a guy into big tits doesn’t necessarily want to suckle on some hag’s milk.
But that sex just now...
......
....
...
Screw it. No more of these thoughts. It’s making me wanna punch the innocent wall again.
“Haa...”
Anyway. Losing control again today was probably because I still wasn’t used to Seo Woojin’s cock. Once I got accustomed to it, I’d get to see him desperately calling me Hayun noona, Hayun noona while going feral...!
“......”
Of course, that’d take a ton of sex... Before I adjusted, it’d be more of the same—me not seizing an ounce of control as he went plow, plow...
......Wait. Is he gonna make me call him oppa again...? Ugh... He said he wanted to hear it, so maybe once...
...No. Oppa my ass. Hell no. That’d mean he doesn’t see me as the big sis! Or that I lack big-sis appeal...
‘...Come to think of it.’
Big-sis appeal. Yeah, that hit home. A few days ago, swooping in all cool on that rainy day to save Woojin—that was peak big-sis mode. But then there was that secret kiss in the bathroom after drinking, or letting him grope my tits in his place only for it to turn into full-on sex, and after that, nothing but memories far from “big sis vibes.”
“......”
Big-sis vibes. Big-sis vibes, huh.
Lee Hayun mulled over her plans for a moment, checked the time on her phone, and stepped out of the shower room.
*****
I knew it. She must’ve just pulled an all-nighter or something.
Lee Jiyoon, who’d slept it off and woken up, lay languidly on her bed watching YouTube.
—the shots apparently okay, Baron tucked into the vent behind smoke...
“......”
Gunfire blared. A hissing smoke grenade followed, and pro-level aim shredded the enemy’s head. ...The throbbing headache had worsened a bit since falling asleep.
Why was her head starting to ache again? In a daze, Lee Jiyoon pondered the cause.
Gaming? EMFs or whatever? Nah, probably not. Others might get headaches from screens, but not her. Even on days when it pounded all day and she groaned, gaming or music eased it. Unlike old folks who got dizzy near computers, gaming was basically headache meds for 20-year-old Lee Jiyoon.
Next up: diet. Breakfast was tofu stew from unnie, lunch she’d skipped hunger but boiled ramen fearing a scolding. Too normal to pinpoint.
Not diet then. What the hell was it? Lee Jiyoon pressed her forehead and queued the next video—more gunfire.
...Time slipped by fruitlessly.
“Hmm...”
Surely Seo Woojin hadn’t botched the healing. So, incurable chronic headache? ...Doesn’t that sound off? Has a healing-type transcendent ever had something “incurable”? Who knows...
...Still, whatever. Unnie and Seo Woojin seem to be dating behind my back. If I ask nicely, he might heal me for free again...
—Beep beep beep beep.
The door lock chimed faster than usual from beyond the door. Only one person it could be. Yesterday she’d rushed off to her part-time job without coming home, but no date today, apparently.
“You’re back?”
Lee Jiyoon tossed her phone on the bed and went to greet unnie. Normally she’d just call from her room, but today she even opened her door and stepped out. Not because she wasn’t gaming—more like, what if unnie snuck Seo Woojin in?
“What’s up with you? Always holed up in your room.”
“...Just?”
But nope, overthinking. No guy. Just unnie in her usual pristine white furisode over her uniform, holding a convenience store bag.
Duh, first relationship—she’s probably at hand-holding stage. Bringing a guy home already? That’d be pervy.
“Ahem... What’s that?”
“Huh? This?”
Maybe the affectionate “welcome home” felt rare and awkward. Cheek-scratched, Lee Jiyoon pointed at the bag. Probably dinner sides, but good convo starter.
“Ta-da. Vienna sausages.”
“Oh...”
See? Dinner sides. Lee Hayun rustled out the neatly packed sausages. Lee Jiyoon sidled up and peeked inside: near-empty eggs, rare bacon, hated broccoli, roasted seaweed... pork belly...
...Pork belly? When’d she hit the butcher? For grilling? Or stew? Anyway, dinner looked promising.
Grinning like that, Lee Jiyoon...
“......?”
edged away from unnie and said,
“...Unnie.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s wash up. First.”
“......H-Huh?”
“You smell... different today.”
“Ah, uh, y-yeah.”
“Didn’t shower? ...Or soaked into your clothes? Sniff sniff...”
“S-Stop sniffing... I’ll go wash...”
*****
“Stop stinking of booze and fuck off.”
“This time... around five hundred? What about you, Namho-jjang...?”
“I said no betting, how many fucking times? Listen for once.”
“Did I...?~”
“You bitch... How much did you drink today?”
“Moju... just one big glass~”
“Looking at you, three bottles easy, bullshit... Haa...”
Inhale—the ashen cigarette stub crumbled into the ashtray. Why the fuck was this lunatic betting here again? Some of us sorted a hit last night and were dead tired.
“No more bets, you thick-headed bitch. You drank with Woojin and it didn’t work.”
“That’s that~... Today could be different~...”
“Cut the crap and go. It’s ‘cause of Hibiki. Can’t even buy that shit.”
“Ehh... You think I’m begging for booze...?”
Yet her sticky red gaze lingered on the booze stash in the office corner. Dragged this life-ruiner criminal from Japan with effort, but instead of infamy, she just guzzles daily...
Too annoying. Company head Kwon Namho stubbed his half-smoked cig and sank into the sofa.
Bluntly, Seo Woojin returning? Near zero odds. “Living right” was bullshit. Obvious—better pay elsewhere. Hero lackey or big villain alliance, who knows.
Couldn’t touch him first. If hero side, piss off a top Korean high-ranker. If big villains, no reason to slum it here unless crushed.
Frustrating all around. Expected it somewhat, but... no loyalty? No bond? He drinks with us but ghosts—doesn’t seem like a womanizer either.
Fuck. Kwon Namho sighed heavily.
“Hey. Yojora.”
“Yesss...?”
“Quit fucking around and go do a job. XJ Pharma’s youngest brat commissioned it—three kills, nothing more...”
As Kwon Namho pulled out a fresh cig, fumbling for his lighter and looking up—empty office.