10. A Bad Deed (3)
"Jiyoon? Her? Obviously she didn't show."
"She didn't?"
"Why are you asking all of a sudden?"
"Her Discord still isn't green at this hour. Figured maybe she'd at least poked her face in at the meetup."
"She probably just set herself to invisible. That's why you should've actually made a move, dumbass. I knew it was gonna end up like this."
"Shut your trap."
Hoo.
The sigh left him, and white paint bled out across the night sky in its wake.
Weird.
If anything, hadn't he been getting closer to her lately? On the excuse of helping her raise that newbie she knew in real life, he'd been doing this and that, working every angle he could. And now, of all times, she flipped herself offline and vanished. If she really hadn't been into it, this was something that should have happened ages ago. Honestly, he couldn't make sense of it.
"Speaking of which, you've been in-game with her and that real-life friend of hers lately, yeah? The three of you."
"Yeah. That son of a bitch has zero tact and just keeps wedging himself in. Read the room and get the hell out."
"Aren't you the one with no tact? Miss Jiyoon and that guy are actual friends."
"So fucking what. From what I heard, I knew her first. And Jiyoon's the one who DM'd me, saying it was rough having a newbie stuck to her."
"Hmm..."
"Besides, it doesn't even look like they've been casual with each other for long. Hearing them talk like that was awkward as shit."
"Still, I'd bet those two are closer."
"The hell are you saying. You've never even played with them."
"All you've done this whole time is court Jiyoon one-sided. 'God, her voice is so pretty.'"
"I got a gift card from Jiyoon, though."
"Didn't she send that so you'd take it and get lost?"
What a load of shit. He hawked, spat a glob of phlegm off the balcony, and cleared his raw throat.
"Oh, and I sent her a photo the other day. She said I looked pretty decent."
"That one... you took it wearing a mask, right? That the one?"
"No. I've got a new one I took recently. Anyway, if she says I look decent, that means I've got a shot, doesn't it?"
"She's being polite. It's not like she can look you in the face and say, 'My, don't you look just like a cock.'"
"Piece of shit."
"Let's be real, you're not exactly good-looking. For a game junkie, you've got a halfway decent build. That's about it."
"And how many have you fucked, then?"
"You think I chase nothing but women the way you do?"
The man drew on the cigarette until the heat reached his fingers, painted another streak across the night sky, and turned that mouthy bastard's words over again. There was the line—Jiyoon does get rather well-behaved in front of me, you know. And the way the guy had slipped in a brag that the two of them were close enough to take walks alone. If he could just get her into bed, he could fire straight back at that bastard: She's rather well-behaved on the mattress, too.
"Anyway, forget it. I'm hanging up."
"Yeah."
CZ—Han Chaejun—pocketed his phone, flicked the butt off the balcony, and went back inside.
What waited for him was Lee Jiyoon's Discord profile, gone gray. And nothing besides a not-logged-in mark on the game.
The no-life gamer girl who spent every single day doing nothing but shooting people—what the hell was she even up to today? He'd asked her lightly once, and she hadn't seemed to have any other hobbies.
His joints cracked as he stretched. Han Chaejun picked at his ear and yawned. Nothing for it; he'd just play some other game tonight. Wasn't like there was another girl he gave a damn about.
He was about to quit out when a short murmur slipped from his mouth.
"...Hm?"
"Now that I think about it..."
That fucker hadn't logged on either. His Discord light was out, too.
"......"
Well. Yeah. No way that guy would play alone. Nothing strange about it.
"Nnh... ngh..."
Every time she shifted, Lee Jiyoon's soft, plump thighs swayed. He wasn't even inside her, and still faint, irregular moans kept leaking out from behind the pillow. The springs of Lee Hayun's bed creaked and strained, suffering away as if they were the ones committing some bad deed. Thanks to all of it, sight and hearing—and the mood, if nothing else—sat at a perfect hundred.
And yet.
"This is harder than I thought."
"It's only been thirty seconds, dumbass.... Why do you even work out?"
"Not that. Holding back is the hard part."
"...Holding back?"
"You're the one who said not to drive it all the way in. That girls don't like that."
"......"
"And holding back is one thing, but.... ...Hold on."
I tipped the smooth legs I'd been holding off to one side and slowly drew my cock out from between those snow-white thighs. Sight and sound, like I said, were more than satisfying. Touch was another story. Grinding bare thigh without so much as a sorry drop of oil, and in thirty seconds flat the sting had already outrun the pleasure. Precum made it a little better, bit by bit—but honestly, that alone fell far short.
"Hah..."
Nothing for it. Judging by the state she was in, if I came out and honestly said I wanted to try having sex with her behind her sister's back, she'd play innocent, play clean, and kick at me with her heels for all she was worth. So all I could do was spit and work it over the shaft.
I'd just taken my hands off Jiyoon's legs and was about to spit straight onto it when—
"W-wait. Seo Woojin."
A peek. Only her eyes barely crested the pillow she was clutching, and her heel nudged my pelvis, poke, poke. Maybe she was still hung up on me saying it hurt; the reaction was far more timid than I'd expected.
"What."
"...What are you doing?"
"Putting spit on it."
"I can see that. I mean, why all of a sudden..."
"Don't your thighs hurt?"
"...I can take it."
"So that means they hurt."
"......"
"Look. It's already red here."
"Nnh..."
Still talking, I gripped the soft thighs I'd just been driving between and spread them open. The skin was already flushing hot. I liked how warm they'd gotten, but at this rate the raw skin would come before anything else—for me and for Jiyoon both.
"That's why I figured a little spit would be a lot better. Keep going and once the skin starts coming off, it's gonna sting."
"...You can heal it. I don't mind getting a little raw while I'm helping you practice."
"You don't mind.... Just because I can heal it, getting hurt is fine? This isn't a game."
"......"
The sideways jab left her with nothing to say. Jiyoon clamped her mouth shut and glared, sharp. I met that look with a low laugh, then dropped my eyes to spit—and her heel tapped my pelvis again, as if she wasn't finished.
"What. Now."
I was about to slick it with spit and enjoy a proper round of thigh sex. Why did she keep getting in the way? I let the annoyance into my voice and lifted my head, and this time a different Jiyoon met my eyes.
"......"
She was still hugging the pillow tight. Still nothing but her eyes peeking over it. But what sat at the end of her gaze wasn't me.
It was my cock, twitching, greedy, desperate to come however it could. Her sister's boyfriend's actual cock. The same one that, under the name of sex practice, had just been driving between her thighs, precum sliding slick off the head. Jiyoon's eyes kept colliding with it in eager little glances.
"......"
Crazy bitch.
She could pretend she was looking at my face up above it all she liked. Her focus was locked on the cock, plain as day. I swallowed the ugly words that nearly jumped out and studied her face in silence.
"...Seo Woojin."
"Yeah."
"Um... anyway. You mean you're going to put spit on it. ...Right?"
"Yeah."
"I get what you're going for, but... if you spit carelessly and it lands on my sister's bed, then what?"
"It'll dry. There's still three hours before Hayun-noona gets here."
"...A-and if the smell stays? Spit has a really particular smell..."
"......"
She wasn't even a germaphobe. Would she actually care? I stopped myself from saying it, forced down the empty laugh that tried to escape, and nodded slowly.
"I'll be careful. Happy?"
"It doesn't end just because you say you'll be careful...! I mean—wouldn't it be better not to drop it from far away, and put it on directly...?"
"What kind of filthy nonsense is that. Directly?"
"...Yeah. Directly."
My head was simmering, hot and thick, because of her, and still I couldn't miss it—that perverted intention of hers. I'd caught it late.
"Haa.... Then I'll spit in my hand and rub it on. That way it won't get on the bed."
"......"
"We good?"
"Th-th-that's..."
The moment I offered a stand-in for what she actually wanted, Jiyoon visibly panicked. I turned her cute reaction over in my head, cock giving a twitch, then pinned down the smile trying to climb my mouth and—since she was busy burning red to the tips of her ears—argued against my own idea for her.
"Never mind. Then it'd get all over my hand. If I so much as braced on the bed by accident, that'd be bad."
"R-right. Yeah. Mm."
"So how am I supposed to put it on directly?"
"...Come closer."
"Closer?"
"Don't ask it back—when I say come, you come...!"
"I am close. Right now. What the hell are you talking about?"
"......"
"Jiyoon?"
"...J-just come up beside my face.... Happy...?"
Was she like this because she still hadn't noticed I was teasing her on purpose? Or because she had noticed, and that only made it worse? Cheeks burned scarlet, Jiyoon pounded my pelvis with her heel. There was feeling behind this one, and it actually hurt a little. Whatever. I'd collect a bigger price later.
Or I could collect it now.
"Here."
"...Hik..."
Like this. Knowing all of it and pretending I didn't—shoving the cock that gulped filthy fluid from its tip right in front of your eyes, where you hid behind your sister's pillow.
"Lee Jiyoon."
"......"
Was it because she kept letting her tastes slip, little by little? Or just because the door was shut tight? Either way, it was getting hot. I started popping the shirt buttons one by one with a single hand, snatched away the pillow she was clutching like a treasure—her sister's pillow—and tossed it onto the floor. Then I brushed her lips with the cock I'd set before her eyes, and asked.
"...A blowjob. You trying to give me one?"
"......"
No answer.
"Jiyoon."
"......"
No answer.
"Practice for jumping Hayun-noona, and the sex practice—I'll let those slide. But this feels like a bit much."
"......"
Your taste. Wanting to fuck your sister's boyfriend behind her back. Perverted as hell. I circled around it like that, and still there was no answer.
"How are you planning to look Hayun-noona in the face after this?"
"......"
I tapped at the guilty thrill, the sweet sense of doing wrong—the things she'd like. Still no answer. Not a yes. Not a no. None of it.
What came back instead—
"...A b-blowjob?"
An excuse.
"...I'm just putting spit on your cock so I can help you practice sex...?"
"...Ha."
An excuse.
"Don't get any weird ideas. It's friendship chocolate. Roughly that kind of thing."
"...Then shoving a cock into a pussy is what?"
"Th-that's sex. Dumbass."
"And putting a cock in your mouth?"
"...Getting spit on it."
"......"
An excuse.
"...So just stay still like that. So it's easy to put the spit on......"
An excuse.
Right after that.
Fwah. Mmph. Kehk.
Strange sounds began to leak, faint and thin, from inside Lee Hayun's room, the door shut tight.