Behind Big Sis's Back
Whirring away next to the washing machine's hum stood Yojora, wearing a baggy man's T-shirt. She looked kinda dazed. I wasn't sure exactly, but anyway. Could everything that just happened have been nothing but an alcohol-fueled hallucination? Maybe there was a glitch in my memory, and I hadn't actually ridden Seo Woojin all the way to the end.
Such thoughts were swirling in dizzying whirlwinds through my head when Yojora tugged the collar of the T-shirt up again. Inhaling the scent of the shirt amid the washing machine's drone. Some unfamiliar fabric softener smell. Apple-scented. No. Sniffing deeper, it seemed like just detergent after all. Sniffing even more, I could almost catch Seo Woojin's body odor. Sniffing further, the fresh semen I'd just gulped down seemed to subtly overlay it. Sniffing still more, my mind kept going blank. ...Blissful, maybe. Yeah.
"Phaaa..."
Yojora slowly exhaled the deep breath she'd taken in and staggered toward the bed. On the unmade bed without even a blanket straightened. Yojora, clad only in Seo Woojin's T-shirt and a thin pair of panties, flopped down with a thud. Heehee, a tiny giggle escaped as she wriggled around. Hihihi, even clutching the blanket tight, laughter leaked out between. Kyaaah, kicking the bed with both legs, rolling her whole body back and forth. Not satisfied, she tumbled across the bed, her long hair becoming a total mess, until finally. Under the mood lighting, she picked up the phone she'd left there and stared blankly at the screen.
Seo Woojin. In their empty chat room. ...Now filled to the brim with new photos.
"......"
A photo of her massive tits—ones even she'd call 'trashy'—gathered in the center, gripped tight in one huge male hand. A slightly curved thick cock easily slipping out between those tits, dripping jelly-like semen from the tip. A somewhat dumb-looking woman catching it all in her mouth.... Sticking out her tongue like submitting for her master's inspection. A shot of semen splattered across her face, one eye squinted shut, glaring murderously up at the phone.
"......"
...Honestly, the out-of-focus shots made it hard to immediately recognize it as Yojora. A total of 30 such photos. As she browsed them one by one, pinching her nipples, Yojora let out...
"Heheheng..."
As much as she couldn't do back then. To her heart's content.
"...Wanna work together like this......"
She flashed a happy smile.
39
It had been a full hour since I'd flung the window wide open. Fresh from the shower, I swung the hairdryer around while starting to close the window. Winter ventilation is no easy resolution. Not that other seasons make much difference. Pollen-filled spring or mosquito-plagued summer. Fall. Yeah. Fall seems the best among them, aside from the chill.
Anyway. I threw on some clothes roughly and stared at the chat labeled [Crazy Bitch] in my phone.
No normal conversation whatsoever. Just filled with blurry, out-of-focus shots shadowed by the man's body straddling her belly. At best, you could make out the pale, voluptuous breasts, jet-black hair, thick globs of semen dripping down below the woman's face, a cock not satisfied with one load and still heaving. Blood-red eyes staring daggers at the camera lens like they wanted to rip me apart right then.
That's about it. She could've just snatched my phone and deleted the photos instead of glaring. Remembering her stammering nonsense about backups and clouds and passwords, trembling in rage, brought a smile to my face. Backups or whatever— all the photos are on my phone. If I'd told her that straight up, what would've she done? ...Screamed bloody murder that I was lying, probably?
Pondering how to toy with Yojora from here on out, for a moment. As I eyed the '1' notification badge vanishing cleanly from the photo edge, a strange emoticon caught my eye. Ah. Not an emoticon. It was at the top of the screen. So.... KakaoTalk alert.
...KakaoTalk alert.
But why the hell is this popping up?
Personal message? No way. Reason's a secret. Group chat? Same. No way. Reason's a secret. I would've turned off all those annoying monthly gas bill alerts in advance... or rather, pre-regression me would've.
Seok Jaehwa the principal comes to mind first. But older folks prefer calls over texts, right? Maybe I mistook it for another alert. Swiping down the status bar revealed the truth.
It was Lee Hayun.
Super random question from Lee Hayun. I could've sworn I told her before I wasn't into games. Why ask that out of nowhere? And that wasn't even all. The alert showed '3'. Meaning three such random questions.
Furrowing my brow slightly, I tapped the notification.
8:56 PM
9:07 PM
9:09 PM
Exactly three lines. But all three questions in the phone were totally different. No clue what she wants. Answer the first one about what I'm doing? The favorite food one? Or the game one? ...No idea, but I went with the last one. Seemed like the most recent curiosity.
Short reply, then I headed to bed and plugged in the charger. Right then, the phone buzzed lightly.
[Lee Hayun]
Hitched a ride with a realtor to check out a new place, toyed with Yojora the brat pretending to be a sadist like a quick plaything. Too lazy to fabricate a plausible excuse for the former, no intention of explaining the latter. Making up a story from scratch? Headache.
...No choice.
Flopped onto the bed and sent that. View wasn't great. Commute sucks. Just had spare cash to blow. Something vague like that should work.
[Lee Hayun]
...Makes sense when she puts it that way. What now? Should've just said I was gaming like she asked—might've been less hassle. Let out a small sigh, and a string of texts poured in.
[Lee Hayun]
Same as that second text from earlier. No need to hide this.... Honesty should be fine.
Lee Hayun went silent for a while. She wasn't even unread— no '1' appeared at all. Weird. Obvious reason for asking food prefs: avoid issues when eating out together. So we don't end up fighting on the street like that couple I saw before heading home. ...Guess something came up and she can't reply. As I pulled up the thick blanket, the screen scrolled up a bit.
"...So."
"Yeah."
"That's why you asked?"
"Yep!"
Lunchtime. Lee Hayun nodded, her empty floppy bag slung over her shoulder. And between us.
"No veggies since you hate 'em, so all meat."
"......"
A bento box anyone could tell Lee Hayun made herself. A four-tier one, even.
"This is rice, main meat dishes here, sub sides like egg roll.... This was gonna be dessert with cherry tomatoes and stuff from home, but worried you'd hate it so just a bit and added bacon, tofu ssamjang, and...."
"......"
As Lee Hayun explained and disassembled the bento show, I spotted 'Lee Jiyoon' scrawled tiny in the middle container. Maybe from CSAT days or something. Never took the exam myself, so who knows. Kinda overkill writing names on lunchboxes anyway.
"...Thanks. You didn't have to go this far."
"Nah nah. Gotta eat too."
"Cafeteria's right there."
"That's pricey."
"Pri...cey? Isn't it like 7k won tops?"
"This all adds up to about 4k?"
"...?"
Then what the hell were those delivery fees I paid per meal? Did ten years of inflation crash, tricking my brain into thinking it's cheap? How much was a triangle kimbap back then? As that crossed my mind.
Something red poked at me. Vienna sausage, on closer look.
"Here, ah~"
"......"
And beyond it. Lee Hayun trying to feed me like I was a baby.
"C'mon. Ah~"
"......"
Got it. The girl who yanked my hair like a leash yesterday and shoved me in deep— why she suddenly showed up at the infirmary with a cute bento. ...Might as well play along a bit.
"How's it taste? Good?"
"...Perfectly cooked."
"Yeah? Phew. Made it Jiyoonie-style since she likes it.... Used it for breakfast sides too."
"Aha."
Vienna's all the same. Couldn't say that, so I praised it vaguely and took the spoon from Lee Hayun. Her erogenous zones are clustered front of the uterus anyway. No matter romantic positions or her taking big-sis lead wiggling her hips, nothing beats a guy pinning her down like a beast and breaking her.
...She'll figure it out naturally spending time with me. Nibbling rice as Lee Hayun munched away, I grabbed an egg roll.
"Oh yeah."
"...?"
"Jiyoonie. Says her head hurts again lately...."
"......"
"Uh, think you could help her out... again?"
*****
"Since you're my type, maybe..."
"Sorry. Got a boyfriend."
"Ah, got it."
Lee Jiyoon answered without even straightening up, wiping up the coffee the customer spilled. Fingers all fine— why does one spill on the table every damn day? Can't they just use a straw properly? Why make extra work? On purpose? To piss off the part-timer? Wanna kill 'em. Shit....
Quickly finished mopping, cracked her stiff-from-lack-of-exercise back, and pressed her temples. Head hurts too. Assholes fewer than usual. Annoying stuff nonstop from open to mid-shift, but almost 5 now. Hang in till closing shift guy comes.... Somehow hold out.... Chat and rest before clocking out....
—Ding, ding.
Trying to take a break, door chime from downstairs. Cursing inwardly nonstop, Lee Jiyoon set cleaning tools by the table and headed down the stairs. And bumped into.
"Ah. Long time no see."
"...? ...Yeah. Long time.... Wait, how'd you know I'm here...?"
"Hayun noona said you work here."
"Aah...."
"Uh..., gotta order something to stay, right?"
Seo Woojin. Her sister's boyfriend.