11. I Went and Did It (4)
...It's just sex practice.
"You still okay?"
"...I, I dunno......"
My sister's boyfriend's cock, sheathed in a slick condom, trying to push its way into me. Pressing in. Bit by bit.
It's just sex practice.
"If it hurts more than you can take, tell me. I'll pull out."
"...Okay."
"Though, looking at how wet you already are..."
"...Sh-shut up......"
"...Fine."
"......"
I was sprawled face-down on the bed, and behind me my sister's boyfriend let out a soft chuckle, like he thought I was cute, kneaded my ass between his hands, and set the head of his cock to my hymen to tear it.
It's just sex practice.
"Seo... Woojin. Wait, right there..."
"What? The head isn't even all the way in yet, Jiyoon."
"You said to tell you if it hurt...! Shit..."
"...It hurts already?"
"So just—just wait a second..."
Can I really do this behind Unni's back? The thought had me mewling for him to stop, even though it didn't hurt at all. And then the other thought—it's condom sex anyway—so.
"...Hey."
"Yeah."
"This is practice. ...You know that, right?"
"......"
"...Answer me. Now."
"...Yeah. Practice. I know."
"Then... um.... ...put it in. That."
Face buried deep in the pillow, ass hiked high in the most pathetic way, the small of my waist stroked under Seo Woojin's big hands—and that enormous cock, not a single mosaic over it, he started to stuff into me. Gently.
It's just sex practice.
"Ah.... ngh...... Hey, wait, wait..."
"...What now."
"Because it hurts, you bastard...! If you were gonna do this, don't tell me to speak up when it hurts...!"
"It hurts that much?"
"Of course it hur—"
It didn't. Not really. If I was honest about it, the other feeling was already bigger than the pain, and that was exactly why I lied and said it hurt. Too late, then, the worry that Woojin could tell a fake from the real thing.
"...It does hurt, but... I'll try to bear it..."
"......"
"...Unni likes rape play, so."
"......"
I blurted it out in a jumble and clutched the pillow tight. The one soaked in Unni's shampoo. Soaked in mine.
"Nngh.... hk..."
Just like that, I took Seo Woojin's cock deep—deep enough for the thought is where he's touching my womb? to flicker through maybe five times. And around the moment our thighs softly met, a pleasure nothing like what I felt when I touched myself papered my mind, gone pure white, wall to wall with question marks.
Sex practice....
"...Is it okay if I put it in this far, Jiyoon?"
"...Hah......? Ha...?"
...This is sex.
This is....
Condom on, over a cock hard enough to throb with my pulse. Slowly, I dyed every last bit of Lee Jiyoon's first time with myself.
The first guy friend she ever gamed with was me. The first guy friend she ever brought home was me. The first man she ever gave thigh-sex was me. The first man she ever gave a blowjob was me. The first man to filthy up Lee Jiyoon's stomach with cum was me. And the first man to drive his cock all the way to the end of Lee Jiyoon's pussy was me.
The one who took your cherry. Something your sleazy fans, the ones who'll swarm you in a few years, will never know.
Me.
Those perverted bastards who care about you enough to dig through your past are probably sitting around thinking shit like this.
Lee Jiyoon barely had any friends in middle or high school, so unlike those other slut heroes, she's probably still a virgin....
...What do I do. This girl. Behind her sister's back. With her sister's boyfriend. Under the excuse of "sex practice." Having condom sex, right now.
...Fucking idiots.
A conquest so complete it left my head swimming. I let out a pleased sigh because of it, and offered Lee Jiyoon a concern I didn't feel in the slightest.
"...You okay? Jiyoon?"
"...Hah......? Ha...?"
She'd be fine. No need to worry. Lee Jiyoon's erogenous zones are identical to her sister's. Women you shouldn't fuck like this don't lie there the way she was, dripping slick with their mouths shut. They whine that it hurts. They tell you to pull out. Loudly.
But the Lee Jiyoon in front of me had lost her purity less than a minute ago. A male cockhead was grinding hard near the mouth of her womb, and she wasn't putting up any real resistance. She was just dripping, and glad of it.
...I want to torment her so fucking bad.
"Hurts too much to even answer, huh."
"...That's, that's not..."
"Well, you did keep saying it hurt."
"W-wait a se—"
I pretended not to hear, let her gasping roll right past me, and slowly drew out the cock I'd buried deep. Scraping the walls that were busy squeezing me tight, wrecking them on the way. All of it. Out.
"Hoo..."
"...... ...! ..."
When even the head slipped free, I could see it plain—her pussy, stretched to the thickness of my cock, gaping open and shut, climaxing for all it was worth. But maybe because she'd been a virgin a few minutes ago, Lee Jiyoon's cunt soon cinched shut again, back to the tight-closed shape it had at the start.
Watching that, I asked—with only the head, and about a fingernail's width past it, pushed into her walls.
"...This much okay?"
"Nngh.... hk..."
"Jiyoon. I'm asking if you're okay."
"I'm o-okay...kay..."
"Then I'll only put it in this far."
"......"
I knew every last one of her tastes, and I did it just enough to leave her starving.
...In the end.
"...H-hey. Seo Woojin."
"What?"
Lee Jiyoon, who'd been busy groaning with her face shoved in the pillow, turned her head just a little and spoke.
"...If you want to put more in... you can put a little more in..."
She couldn't bring herself to say please put it in deeper, so she offered a permission so transparent I could see straight through it. That was how she came at me.
But what was I supposed to do. I wanted to hear her ask me honestly to slam it in to the root.
"Forget it. You kept saying it hurt."
"...I-I'm fine.... dumbass..."
"You don't have to grit your teeth through the pain for this."
"......"
Like a moron who can't eat what's put in his hands. Hiding behind the words she'd just said, I slowly pushed my cock in. The moment I was nearly halfway and her ass started twitching with pleasure, I drew my hips back without a shred of regret. When Jiyoon, aching for it, kept glancing over her shoulder, I drove in. The instant I caught that faint, happy panting, I pulled out.
...Something like that, anyway.
In my head I'd meant to torment her slow and thick until she got honest. Right around thirty seconds in, though, I met her eyes.
At the café she could work a whole shift without making a single expression, cold enough to chill the air. And just because I wouldn't bury one cock all the way, that face had gone tearful, and the sidelong look she gave me was pure resentment.
"Nngh...... ...... ...?! ...!"
Three or four times. As if handing out a reward, I ended up pounding deep into that female hole. Lee Jiyoon, who'd let her guard down, couldn't even get a proper moan out, and—spurt, spurt—shameful fluid spilled onto the sheet. Less like sex practice. More like mating practice. Deep, violent, and sticky enough to make her whole body shudder.
Thud. Thock.
And then—
"...Is this okay, even like this?"
Like a fucking idiot. Like a clueless virgin, the way she'd put it. I asked while pulling out my cock, soaked through with her slick.
"Looking at you, you don't seem okay at all. Jiyoon."
"I-I'm fiiine.... I'm, I'm fine..."
"...Let's at least get a blanket under you. If we lie and say something spilled and run the bedding through the wash, Hayun-noona won't know."
"Nnngh.... o...kay..."
"You don't do housework anyway, so if the laundry's a little wrecked, she'll just figure that's you."
"...Sh-shut up..."
I was still managing to talk, grinding my cock against Jiyoon's clit and smearing it down, but something in my head kept snapping, strand by strand, and it was driving me insane.
...I have to play this right. The kind older sister's boyfriend. Until I'd made Lee Jiyoon fall completely, I absolutely could not drop the act.
But that resentful face just now—kind older sister's boyfriend, an honest answer, none of it mattered. I just wanted to slam my stomach into her ass, over and over, until Lee Jiyoon was dying of shame.
I let out a breath gone burning hot, pushed the head firm against her entrance again, and spoke.
"...Jiyoon."
"Nnnh.... I'm fine practicing like before.... I'm playing Unni, so the rape pla—"
"Jiyoon."
"...Ah...?"
"You called it sex practice. You did."
"...Yeah. Sex.... ...practice."
"Then you could do it with a clear conscience, couldn't you?"
"......?"
I brought over the phone she'd held out to me a moment ago and set it beside her head. Maybe she never turned on the auto-lock. The screen I'd just seen appeared right next to Lee Jiyoon's snow-white hair—ordinary chats with Lee Hayun, and the typo-riddled threat that she'd kill me if I secretly took the condom off. All of it.
"Hayun-noona should be on her convenience store shift right now."
"......"
"......"
Lee Jiyoon didn't answer. Her mouth stayed shut tight. Then she started to touch the phone, careful, and what came back was this.
She'd erased every word I'd seen and written a single, reasonably mild curse in their place. The kind she could explain away without much trouble, even if she sent it to her sister by accident.
"Why? It's only practice."
"...She'll hear the sounds...!"
I'd wanted her to break completely from having sex on the phone with Lee Hayun. Maybe this level of bad was still too much for her. Nothing to be done. Next time there was a chance, that was all.
I killed the screen and tossed the phone beside the pillow.
"I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Not that kind of sound...! Th-that, the other..."
"...This?"
"...! Nngh..."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Instead of holding out until Jiyoon got honest, I fucked her the way I wanted, pounding in to the root like a rape, thud after thud, and her shoulders jumped at once. I could barely hear the moans. The obscene slap of flesh off her ass was louder than anything she let out while she clutched the pillow, and every time my stomach met her it made me want to drive in harder. That ass, twisting so prettily I wanted to film it and keep it, was a bonus.
I held back the cum packing tight at the base of my cock, gripped the ass-flesh that had been jiggling a second ago, and brought out the next words.
"Then, instead of Noona—can you do it with him?"
"...H-him? Who..."
"That weird bastard who's been panting after you the whole game. ...The one you said looks like me."
"......"
"It's not like we're doing anything strange. We're just doing sex practice."
"......"
"You can't?"
"......"
"...If you make a sound, I'll hang up right away."
"...Okay."