11. I Went and Did It (5)
Strange...
No. Calling it strange might be pushing it.
Still, it was a sight he hadn't seen in a very long time. Lee Jiyoon, turning her computer back on when it was barely early evening on a Friday. Ever since winter break started, that girl had been living Thursday, Friday, and Saturday like they were two days. At this hour she ought to have been dead asleep, snoring away.
What had gotten into her?
"Hmm..."
Han Chaejun, who'd been getting tissues ready on the thought that he might as well rub one out, tilted his head at the green light glowing on Lee Jiyoon's profile.
For a second it felt like running into a mythical Pokémon. On sober reflection, though, it wasn't that much of an incident. Nobody could live playing nothing but games every single day. Even the most terminal game addict had to want sleep more than games sometimes. After the game the three of them had been playing ended yesterday, he'd assumed she'd gone off to another one like usual. Seemed she'd simply gone to bed.
"......"
Meanwhile. Why had a girl who loved games that much been so tired last night? Could it have something to do with that masturbation business that fucker Seo Woojin had mentioned? That filthy little thought had him spinning every kind of fantasy around the hazy voice of Lee Jiyoon he'd heard yesterday, when—
"...?"
Han Chaejun, still groping around for the tissues, rubbed his eyes and looked at the monitor again.
Out of nowhere, a Discord call was coming in from Lee Jiyoon.
"What the fuck."
Seriously, what was this? He was always the one trying to call her first. Her calling him was a first. Did she have something to say, just the two of them? Oh—maybe a thank-you, since all he'd been doing lately was the thankless work of wiping the newbie's ass? ...No. That ill-mannered bitch would never. Then why? Wait. Because of the photo he'd sent last time? ...For real?
Every kind of fantasy popped up in Han Chaejun's head. Whatever it was, he'd gotten a few DMs from her before, but Lee Jiyoon calling him first was a first in all the time he'd known her. This might not be such a bad situation after all. In his imagination, he was already holding a love-motel key. He fumbled for the headset hanging beside him and picked up.
Woojin wasn't on, either. So he dropped his voice a little. Made it low. Heavy.
"Hello?"
"......"
No answer came. Maybe she'd placed the call and stepped away for a second. Or maybe the problem was on his end. Han Chaejun checked his headset and his Discord status, then tried the greeting again.
"Hello?"
"......"
Rustle. Rustle. The sound of something moving came through. She'd probably stepped away and was putting her headset on now. He thought he'd heard last time that it was wireless. Well, not important information.
Then a small moan drifted through, faint. A soft little nnn—judging by that, she'd stubbed her toe on the desk, surely. Cute bitch. Calm voice, and yet why was everything she did so fucking hot. Han Chaejun cleared his throat, his small dick swelling a little inside his pants.
"Jiyoon, did you hurt yourself somewhere?"
"...Ah, um... ...yes..."
What came through the headset was Lee Jiyoon's breathing—far lewder than anything he'd heard yesterday.
"...Where'd you hurt yourself, to sound like that?"
"I... st-stubbed... my t-toe... ngh..."
Honestly. A voice you had no choice but to clock the instant you heard it. She'd definitely been masturbating. Might still be masturbating, even now.
"...It must hurt a lot? I keep hearing you moan."
"R-really...? ...Hold on..."
Taking that voice as his side dish, he tugged his pants down a little and seized the dick that sprang out with a twitch. Tissues. Tissues, fast. And—before she realized she'd been caught and hung up, he had to change the subject, now.
"Come to think of it, Jiyoon, isn't this usually when you're asleep?"
"It... is... I, I went to bed early yesterday, so..."
"Ah..."
"So today I... woke up early, early... ...ngh."
So this was what Woojin had meant yesterday. Jiyoon seems like she's masturbating right now. All that bullshit he'd been spouting—this was it. At this point, failing to notice would be the hard part. No matter how charitably you listened, she was on a call stuffing her pussy full of her fingers. Fucking insane. Such a horny bitch.
"...What made you call me, of all people? You've never called first before."
"Ah, that's... ack—"
"...?"
"......"
"Jiyoon?"
"......"
What the hell. Why did her voice just cut out. He stopped the furious jerking and looked at Discord. At some point, Lee Jiyoon's mic had been muted. He'd been about to nut to her voice, and suddenly this? Stroking himself so the erection wouldn't die, he waited, and only after about another minute did the mic come back on.
"Hah... hah... um, CZ... what were we... talking about..."
"......"
Had she muted herself and climaxed? Her breath came out in sharp bursts, far steeper than a moment ago.
"I asked why you called."
"...Oh, that... I, I wanted to say thank you..."
"For Apex?"
"Yes... th-that..."
"When Woojin isn't around?"
"...Y-yeah..."
He brought up Seo Woojin on purpose. Reminded her it was just the two of them on Discord now. And while Jiyoon, mid-masturbation, shyly hid her cute panting breaths, he went on, diligently stroking the dick standing rigid in his fist.
Fucking loser. I've heard her getting off now, too. What are you gonna do about it? Talking like it was some lifetime achievement, and she goes into heat off my photo alone and immediately does something this cute? ...This won't do. I don't think I'll be satisfied until I fuck her behind your back, take a pile of pictures, and send those over DM too. Just like I thought last time. Lee Jiyoon... gets real docile in bed.
"It's fine. I said I like newbies too, didn't I?"
"R-right... that's a relief..."
"...But Woojin as a person is a little..."
"Wh-what? Did he mess something up...? ...Ah, wait—"
"Woojin's jokes are kind of disgusting."
"...Hik— ...nnngh..."
Every time she spoke, Jiyoon's faint moans leaked through between her words. And from somewhere that somehow sounded farther off, a wet, obscene schlick, schlick. Clutching a wad of tissues, using those sounds as his side dish, Han Chaejun tried to steady his breathing so Jiyoon—who would be hearing him just as well—wouldn't realize he was jerking off.
Right then.
"When I was on the call with you yesterday, masturb— ...ugh?"
Ksssh—kshk. An unpleasant, loud noise pounded Han Chaejun's eardrums for a long while. What the fuck. Did his headset break? Of all timings? And he didn't even have a spare.
"Sorry. I think my headset just broke... I've used it a while, but shit... ...Hold on."
Why would a headset that had been perfectly fine a second ago suddenly die? Han Chaejun hung up for a moment and had barely started sighing hard at the irritating mess when a Discord notification chimed.
Perfectly. Normally.
"...?"
The new message was nothing—just someone he knew asking to play. No real meaning. Then that crackling noise just now was...?
—Boop.
Right on cue, another Discord notification. Han Chaejun looked to the upper left and saw a cappuccino-toned, cheese-yellow cat profile picture, badged with a 1. Urgent as if he'd been edged, he immediately clicked Lee Jiyoon's profile.
"......"
...Oh.
Fuck.
Was yanking both her hands back and pounding her during the call too much after all? I'd figured she'd cover her mouth and choke the moans down, what with the call going. But she'd hit mute and whined as freely as she liked, so I'd done it on purpose.
Still. Jiyoon just hadn't said so. She'd felt it like crazy. Clenching down on my dick, holding her moans, failing to hold them in the end, wrecking the headset, and dripping that sticky sincerity of hers all over the floor and all over the desk.
"...Ha... haa... ha..."
"Hoo..."
Spurt... spurt, spurt, spuurt...
I poured hot semen in heavy gushes into Jiyoon, climaxing with her head shoved against the desk. Then, instead of the hips hidden under her pajamas, I grabbed the ass that had just been slamming into my stomach and dragged my dick out, raking along walls that clenched because she was still coming.
I was losing my mind. Sex while deceiving someone who liked her—I'd thought about it for ages, but I hadn't known it could feel this good. I let out one satisfied sigh after another at a thick, sloppy release unlike anything I'd felt before. Felt like ordinary sex wasn't going to satisfy me anymore. What the hell was I supposed to do. Fuck.
I took a moment to admire the condom's tip, swollen so full it looked blunt beside my shaft. So she could see just how good fucking her had felt, I set the tied-off condom down beside the face of Jiyoon, too busy panting to look.
"...Jiyoon. The headset. You okay?"
"I'll have to buy a new one, dumbass.... More importantly, I almost got caught because of you!"
"From the vibe, I don't think he noticed."
"You can't even hear his voice, so how would you know!"
"I can pretty much tell from what you're saying. ...So. Did you get caught?"
"...I don't know. But he seems to kind of hate you."
"It's fine. I hate him too."
Calmed a little now, Jiyoon wasn't twitching facedown on the desk anymore. She braced her trembling arms against it and grumbled. I peeled what was left of the "headset" from the hair and ear of the girl busy being pissed.
Crack. Clack.
What had been a headset, crumbled into fine shards of ice, dropped to the floor. I wasn't sure how far you'd have to drive the temperature to pull off a stunt like that. But I'd learned one thing from it. If I'd tried to fuck Jiyoon by playing the villain, my body would have shattered to pieces just like that headset. A dogshit job where you couldn't even fuck a hero. Quitting the moment I regressed had been a goddamn blessing.
"And so what if you got caught. You don't even know each other's faces."
"I've got way too many mutuals, that's why!"
"None of them know you in real life anyway, so what does it matter?"
"...Forget it. There's no talking to you."
Grumbling, Jiyoon shut the computer off and dragged her trembling legs out of the bedroom. Then came the rush of a toilet flushing. Looking now, on the desk where I'd just set the condom, only the drool and the sticky slick Jiyoon had spilled were left.
A little disappointing. I'd thought she'd be mortified at the sight of a condom packed with cum, but she hadn't shown any reaction at all. Or had she shown nothing because she was mortified? If I later fucked Jiyoon all night and buried the bed in condoms, she'd have no choice but to react. Or did I actually need to take turns fucking her and Lee Hayun in the same bed.
Forget it. Fuck. My head hurt.
I huffed out a sigh and dropped onto Jiyoon's bed.
Sex all night with Jiyoon, and sex together with Lee Hayun—both were still impossible. But there were still plenty of condoms left. This was a chance I'd been hunting since before I regressed. One time was never going to be enough. And there was still a long while before Lee Hayun came home.
"...Hey, Seo Woojin. If you're done, then...?"
Jiyoon, back in the bedroom after disposing of the semen-swollen condom. I caught her wrist, toppled her onto the bed, and rolled around in a fine mood.
And after that, well... Until, without my even offering the excuse of practice, red-eared Jiyoon twined her tongue with mine before I did. Until the mouth of her womb, grown used to taking me, turned into a switch for her orgasm. Until Jiyoon, soaked through with sweat, whimpered that it stung and burrowed into my arms.
Until she sucked me with careful devotion, telling me to be satisfied with this and go home. Until I gripped the back of that Jiyoon's head and came, pleased, down her throat. Until, murmuring that a short rest seemed to have fixed her, she glanced at the few condoms left and caught my finger. Until I took her from behind and kissed her in a wet, messy slide, the way I had with Lee Hayun in the infirmary. Until I asked if she thought her sister would like this kind of thing, and the answer came back that she'd have to do it again to find out.
And the loud, obscene sounds went on a little longer, in my girlfriend's little sister's room.