Doing Bad Things (5)

Pleasure so fierce it felt like he'd scraped himself raw from the underside of his balls and emptied every last drop.

Lost in it, he painted Lee Jiyoon's stomach over and over in sticky semen, and when even the last thick clot clinging to the tip of his glans had been wiped off on her thigh, Jiyoon—who had kept her mouth shut the whole time, fidgeting with her hands—finally gasped and found her voice.

"...T-tissues. Wait, the tissues..."

"They're behind your head. Reach back."

"...Ah. Found them.... S-Seo Woojin. I'll split them with you, so wipe up, fast...!"

Was she worried it would soak into the bed, seeing how much he'd come? It didn't look like it was about to run sideways. It wasn't as if he'd unloaded by the liter, like some orc out of a manga.

"You're making a fuss..."

"What if Unnie finds out?!"

"That's why I only came on your stomach, so it wouldn't get on the bed. Where else was I supposed to come?"

"You could've asked for tissues, or if you were that desperate, then... ...my mouth, or something..."

"...Your mouth?"

"I said if you were desperate! Desperate! You could hold it in your mouth and spit it in the toilet...!"

"You could've just caught it in your hand like a normal person, you know?"

"...Just wipe it up already!"

Crazy bitch.

He looked down at Jiyoon blurting out that absurd answer and chuckled for a moment, then took the tissues she'd yanked out in a frantic rustle and neatly wiped the thigh he'd just made use of. Lowering his gaze, what met him was Lee Jiyoon's lower belly, a mess of sticky, milky white.

...The thrilling sense of conquest that came from dirtying, with his own hands, a hero who would one day be someone's idol.

Smiling pleasantly at the thought, he wiped every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠last bit of his seed away with several layers of tissue.

No. That wouldn't do. Satisfying himself with nothing more than rubbing between her thighs and coming was far too disappointing. He'd gotten a rough sense of Jiyoon's tastes now, and he meant to lead her down the wrong path, step by careful step—until she liked sex more than games, until she wanted, more than those creepy fans posting things like Lee Jiyoon's new costume, revealed today.jpg, to be bent over beneath him in that very costume and thoroughly fucked.

"What about the pants? Of all colors, they're black, so the semen shows like crazy."

"What about them. I'll wipe them so Unnie doesn't notice and hide them in a corner of the washing machine..."

"Want me to wipe them?"

"...Don't say weird things. Just clean up the trash."

"Why not. We've even done thigh-sex now."

"We're friends, okay? Still?"

"Since when do friends give blowjobs?"

"I-I said it was just getting it wet with spit...!"

"...Is that what you said?"

"Anyway, don't touch them. I'll handle it myself."

If he was going to fill in the hole he'd dug like an idiot over ten years, chasing the dream of fucking heroes, then the most important thing—like befriending a pretty stray cat—was to ease her guard as much as possible and draw closer little by little. The first button was fastened well enough. No need to get impatient. Watching her already excuse a blowjob as just getting it wet with spit, he figured a little more coaxing and she'd fall soon enough.

He started getting dressed again, tossed the damp tissues into the trash, and opened the window.

You crazy bastard. What if you put that in Unnie's room trash can!

She swallowed the words and moved her hands in silence.

Shit.... Seo Woojin's semen is so fucking sticky it won't come off....

What had gotten on her skin wiped away well enough, but whatever had soaked into the clothes seemed to hit a point where it simply wouldn't get any cleaner. Maybe if she dampened it with a little water and scrubbed hard, it would be okay.

"......"

She'd expected from the start that it wouldn't wipe off easily. But this was a bit much. The thickness, for one. The amount, for another. Coming this much... and the size of his cock, too. It was a little different from the ordinary she knew.

Roughly speaking... the natural reaction of a Japanese guy in porn, pulling his dick out while groaning iku, iku, those pathetic sounds. A cock of the natural size that rested on a woman's stomach. The natural amount of semen, spurting out in a neat little byut.

Everything she'd seen in porn was different from Seo Woojin.

The way his cock had merely twitched a few times before he drove it hard between her thighs—thud, thud, thud—and came however he pleased. The way that cock was just a little longer and thicker than the span of her own hand, the one that reached the F9 key. And then—

Byuuuut.

Byut.

Byut.

Byurrr.

Onto the hand she'd thrown up in front of his glans. Onto her stomach, used like a tissue. Onto the clothes he'd yanked up over her breasts with all his strength. Onto Unnie's clothes, the ones she'd put on so Seo Woojin—so you—would get a little more turned on.

Byu.

Byu.

Byuuu...

The amount of semen pouring out in thick gulps was easily two or three times what she'd known, enough to fill that measure and then some, as if it were nothing. It was nothing like what porn had taught her.

"......"

...This was worrying. If Unnie had sex with Seo Woojin later, that cock... And they were going to do a rape play, weren't they? No holding back. All the way to the root...

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

......

"...Seo Woojin."

"Yeah."

"You have to use a condom, okay? Even if it's rape play?"

"I will. I bought a ton of them."

"...Pervert. You were already full of plans to go at it with Unnie."

"Why else do you think I asked you what Hayun-noona likes? I asked because of exactly that."

Well, men all thought the same way, didn't they. Some of them got horny and started panting just from hearing a woman's voice. So Seo Woojin was a man after all.

That thought settled into one corner of her mind. And alongside it, another imagination bloomed, soft and hazy and shameful: what if they hadn't practiced here, at her house, but at Seo Woojin's?

...Well. It was only imagination.

Seo Woojin bringing over several boxes of condoms. Seo Woojin whispering I love you right against her ear. And against her lips, which had barely managed to get out ...What about Unnie?, Seo Woojin kissing her filthily while he drove his cock deep into her pussy, thump, thump.

All of it was only imagination. She could still hold her head high.

Yeah.

"I like that you're honest. ...Not so much that you're a pervert."

"Yeah? So you like honesty."

Then Seo Woojin stared at her face for a long moment and started grinning.

...Why was he suddenly like that? Was it funny that she liked honesty?

"Why are you laughing?"

"No reason. Just... hmm..."

"......?"

"That earlier. It felt good. Jiyoon."

"...W-what did..."

"The sex practice."

Seo Woojin stood by the window, smiling as the winter wind washed over him, as if he'd been warm all this time. She stared stupidly at his face for a while, then, still sitting on Unnie's bed, stammered it out.

"...I-I didn't particularly like it..."

Even to her own ears, it sounded like a lie.

"Anyway, go home soon."

"Why? Hayun-noona won't be back for a while."

"Y-you're planning to stay until then...?"

"Not that long. I was going to help you clean. Just in case."

"I'll handle that myself, so go turn the game on...! ...Make up for what you couldn't do today because you were 'practicing' with me."

"Gaming isn't a job. There's nothing to make up for..."

"It is a job to me, dumbass."

She forced the mood to shift however she could, undid the hair she'd tied up in imitation of Unnie, and pushed at Seo Woojin's back, nudge after nudge. Fortunately, with his coat draped over his shoulders, he let himself be herded all the way to the entryway without much resistance—murmuring useless things as he went. That it would take about thirty minutes to get home. Whether they'd be playing with that CZ person again today. That she should be sure to close the window once the airing-out was done. Sliding along, just like that.

And so she drove Seo Woojin out of the house.

Left alone, she—

"...... ..."

Step. Step.

She went back to Unnie's room, where the air still hadn't fully cleared, shut the window tight, and pulled the wad of semen-soaked tissues out of the trash. Then she opened Unnie's drawer, unfolded one soft white towel, and—just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like that—flopped face-down onto Unnie's bed.

...She was going to masturbate.

"... ...... ..."

Replaying, over and over in her head, the words she'd just heard from Seo Woojin. Remembering the cock that had pounded between her thighs. Imagining how much there would be if all the semen that had dirtied her body gathered in one place. Spinning wild fantasies about things that would never, ever happen in reality.

She was going to masturbate.

"Huh?"

Four monitors hung from the monitor arm on the desk. On the one he used least, Han Chaejun had a single Discord room open, and he muttered under his breath.

Not an ID he'd been hoping to see, but it wasn't bad news either. That guy turning on Discord meant Lee Jiyoon would be logging in soon. They were one and the same. The one thing that grated was how the two of them always connected glued together, like a couple.

...Whatever. Fine.

Last time he'd asked Jiyoon what the guy looked like, and she'd said he and Chaejun were about the same. So he figured he was a little better off than some guy who was nothing but dead weight when they were on the same team—at least he could carry the lobby by himself. It would be nice if they could actually meet, though.

Yeah. That. The way he subtly showed it off. It was extremely fucking annoying.

Crack. Han Chaejun rolled the stiffness out of his neck until the bones popped, cleared his throat, and joined the Discord room. A light chime answered him. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he spoke as if it were nothing.

"You're a bit late today?"

"Ah. Ah. Can you hear me?"

"Yes. Loud and clear."

"Sorry. I was hanging out with Jiyoon separately today, so I'm a little late."

"...Is that so."

Look at this son of a bitch. He was picking a fight on purpose, wasn't he?

"Strange, though. I was sure Jiyoon would get here first..."

"Why?"

"We split up right in front of her place."

"...Ah."

Last time he'd hinted they were the sort who took walks together, and now they were the sort who walked each other all the way home? Why not just say they were dating and be done with it?

"I'll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠give Jiyoon a quick call."

Then, with a few taps, the mic went dead. Han Chaejun listened without a word, muted his own mic for a moment, and swore.

He knew perfectly well that the two of them were real-life friends. What he couldn't figure out was how much of that guy's talk he was supposed to believe, and where it stopped. Were they even really the sort who walked together? The sort who met up and hung out on their own? And if they were close enough that he walked her to her door, wasn't that basically dating? And yet Jiyoon had only ever said they were real-life ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠friends...

...Ah. He got it.

This bastard really was her real-life friend, but Jiyoon and Chaejun had gotten closer than he'd expected, so he was doing this on purpose. Jealous of him.

"Idiot."

The method was honestly kind of cute. The way he deliberately dropped his voice, too—he should have caught on from the start.

Letting out a hollow laugh, Han Chaejun was picking a song to listen to when—

"Looks like Jiyoon's going to be a little late."

"Ah, what? Why?"

"She said her shower's almost done, at least..."

"And?"

"Her voice was completely drained, so I'm guessing she was masturbating right up until just now."

He took his headset off for a second and dug at his ear.

"She was mumbling pointless questions out of nowhere—what I was having for dinner, whether I liked dogs or cats more—so I think she might've been using my voice on the call as background noise to get off to."

"......"

"We'll probably have to wait another ten minutes, don't you think?"

He couldn't properly process the sound coming through the other side of the headset.

"I'm kidding."

"...Ah, aha. A joke..."

The little addendum that followed, after about five seconds of silence—that it was a joke—didn't help either. He simply could not understand it.

"I think we're still a little awkward around each other. Was it not funny?"

"No."

The second he told Jiyoon Seo Woojin was making sex jokes about you, the image he'd built up would shatter. And he was taking that risk to throw out a joke like that? Was the guy a little lacking upstairs?

"Keep it a secret from Jiyoon later, please. I feel like I'd get beaten like a dog on the hottest day of summer."

"...Of course. How could I say something like that in front of Jiyoon-nim."

I'll tell her in DMs right now.

Letting out a dumbfounded laugh, Han Chaejun clicked Jiyoon's profile at once. And just then, as her profile flipped to a green light, what he heard was—

Ding. The sound of someone joining the Discord room.

"...Hello. CZ-nim."

"No hello for me?"

"We just split up, what kind of hello is that, dumbass. ...You even called."

Somehow. Well. Maybe because he'd just heard that story, but it really did sound different from usual—drained of strength. A sexy voice.

"Sorry for making you wait.... I was, um, sh-showering..."

"...Ah, yeah."

Even trying to tell himself it was absolutely not that, this was, without a doubt, the first time he'd heard it since he'd gotten to know Lee Jiyoon.

A seriously sexy voice.

Han Chaejun backspaced, one character at a time, through the chat he'd already typed: Jiyoon-nim, earlier Woojin-nim—

Something felt off.