Defiance Against Jiyeong
This is getting suspicious. Something's off.
"Hey, chupdeok. You zoning out or what?!"
Jo Ayoung's voice snapped me back to reality.
Too late.
The screen already showed her character getting launched by the boss's attack.
"Ah, fuck. You distracted me, so I fucked up the parry."
"I didn't get hit once."
"Fuck, so it's my fault then?"
Yes.
I swallowed the answer and shoved a piece of chocolate into her mouth instead.
Long experience told me these little mood swings usually settled down quick if you gave her something to chew on.
Sure enough, Jo Ayoung munched away, then tossed the controller aside and flopped onto the bed.
That's expensive, you bitch. What if you break it?
"Ugh~ Dying over and over is no fun. What're you thinking about so hard?"
"Nothing. Really."
It was a deeply personal worry.
Or was it? Maybe it involved both of us.
"What? Wanna get your dick sucked again?"
"No, not that."
"Oh, got it. Wanna grope my tits then?"
"……."
"Haha, you perv. Not saying no to that either. So it was something dirty."
She was just testing me, knowing full well.
I hated myself for not turning down the obvious tease.
"If you don't spill, no tits for life."
"Fine, I'll tell you."
Blackmailing me with her chest, huh. Dirty pool.
I sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
"Thing is... doesn't Jiyeong know?"
"Know what?"
"That we're doing naughty stuff."
"How would Song-chi know that?"
"No idea. But it feels like she's onto us."
Years of tiptoeing around them had honed my senses.
Lately, Song Jiyeong's stares had gotten sharper.
She'd always glared at guys, sure, but after we started living together, her looks at me weren't that pure, 100-proof contempt.
These past few days, though? Back to middle school days when we first met—full-on disgust sometimes.
Only one thing had changed in between.
"You two share a room. Anything weird happen?"
"Weird how?"
"Like, she glared when you went in."
"She always glares."
"Said something about a weird smell."
"She always says that."
"…."
Jo Ayoung. What kind of life are you even living? Or should I pity Song Jiyeong instead?
"You do wash up before heading back to the room after, right?"
"Of course! You think I don't just 'cause Song-chi teases? I'm a clean freak, bitch!"
Bullshit, like the neighbor's mutt barking hello.
Two years living with you, and I don't know that?
No point calling her out—it wouldn't change shit. Let it slide.
"But how'd she figure it out? I was being careful."
No door left open or anything.
Ever since Jeong Hyeji spilled the beans, I'd been meticulous about locking up every night.
So how'd Song Jiyeong catch on?
Saw Jo Ayoung flirting with me in front of everyone?
I mulled it over seriously, and she peeked at me cautiously before speaking up.
"Uh... there was that one time last week when I was lazy and just went straight to the room."
"That's it!"
"Nah, I figured Song-chi wouldn't notice. How's a man-hater gonna know what cum smells like?"
Does she think everyone's as dense as her?
Even if Song Jiyeong couldn't ID the scent, something funky coming from my room? Instant suspicion.
"This is bad. What if Song Jiyeong finds out?"
Not just anyone—Song Jiyeong.
The one who shuns all guy contact, treats me the harshest in this house.
Back in her iljin days, a pissed-off her might actually threaten my life.
Second only to Kang Yena on the "do not get caught by" list. And she did.
"Don't sweat it. What're the odds? Just blowjobs, anyway."
Jo Ayoung rolled around on the bed, all casual.
This whole mess is your fault. Unfair.
"...This is serious. What if Song Jiyeong tells Kang Yena?"
Her personality? She'd come at me direct before snitching.
But dropping Yena's name hammered the gravity home way better.
"Gasp. That is scary."
Sure enough, Jo Ayoung bolted upright, face grim.
The one person these girls actually feared: Kang Yena.
Now that she got it, time to brainstorm how to win over Song Jiyeong?
"...What're you doing?"
"Hm? Imagining it bummed me out. Wanna suck your dick, so strip."
Back to playful, she was already peeling off her top.
Exposing her bare chest was routine now, apparently.
My lower half stirred instantly at the sight, no manners.
"Hey, this is serious. Emergency situation."
"I know. So let's clear our heads first. Clear mind, clear ideas—you know?"
You fucking airhead.
She'd suck me dry, then bail saying "handle it yourself."
Avoidance via laziness, her classic MO.
Think I'd let it slide easy?
"What, no touching?"
"...Just once."
"Yup, gonna suck it good."
Jo Ayoung flicked her tongue.
Look at that long tongue. Gotta feel amazing.
Screw it.
Now that I'd tasted blowjob bliss, her temptation hit too hard.
***
"Alright, fighting!"
As expected, cum-guzzling Jo Ayoung bolted out the door.
I tugged up my pants, staring blankly after her.
What can you do? She won't suck otherwise.
Damn, I'm an animal.
Blowing off this crisis for one BJ? Pathetic.
"Haa. What now."
Reliving the soft flesh still tingling in my hand, I left the room.
Stifling moans and gulping spit during the suck had parched my throat.
Come to think of it, kisses are still off-limits.
BJs? Done that. First kiss? Nope.
Not even a comic slut would go there.
When'll I get my first kiss?
I want it with someone I like, at least.
"Hey, jjindda."
"Guhk!"
Muttering embarrassing crap in my head as I stepped out—then thunder from a clear sky.
"Why so jumpy? Like you did something you shouldn't?"
Fuu.
Steam whooshed past my face.
I creaked my frozen neck toward the voice.
Song Jiyeong leaned against the wall, vape in mouth, glaring like she'd been waiting.
Suuuuuup. Fuu—
Song Jiyeong just puffed away, no words.
I'd seen this back in school.
Like that time she cornered the girl badmouthing Jeong Hyeji.
That silent, murderous stare until confession—intense pressure.
The girl broke first, tears and knees.
Same here. Speak first, or she'd stew in attitude and squeeze.
"Wh-why'd you call me?"
Fuu— "You pretending not to know?"
"N-no idea? What's up?"
Song Jiyeong pocketed the vape, face twisting.
Fucking terrifying.
"Why'd Jo Ayoung come out of your room?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, just gaming like always. We do it all the time."
Stumbled a bit, but not a lie.
We did game. Then other stuff after.
"Gaming?"
Hiding the truth—she slammed off the wall, stepped close, sniffing.
"Grinning like an idiot, reeking of cum—how's that 'gaming'? Sex is a game now?"
"N-no sex."
Thud.
Weak denial, and she grabbed my collar, slamming me to the wall.
Breath cut off, no groan possible.
How's a girl this strong?
"Spit it out straight. Fuck, why's Jo Ayoung glued to you? What bullshit you pulling?"
Unfair.
Always like this. No matter how I yield, I'm the eternal house loser.
She begged to show, touch, suck—all her lead.
Why me getting choked?
Confess truth, and she'll buy it?
No way. Man-hater.
Whatever past trauma, she scowled at girls just chatting guys.
Believe me? Two years trust-building, but right now? Still disposable jjindda.
Fuck. Unfair.
Resentment boiled as I pondered.
Why apologize?
Even a loser has pride.
Not a criminal—why this treatment?
Yeah, bound to clash sometime.
To build a harem here, can't fold to this threat.
"……Let go."
Voice low, cold—even I was shocked.
"What?"
"Let. Go."
I wrenched her hand off hard.
First rebellion in seven years.
Her iron grip released pathetically easy.
"Y-you... what the hell?"
"You're the one—what? You ignore Ayoung leaving but vent on me?"
"Hey, Kim Eunseong."
"You share a room. Curious? Ask her. What we did. Why."
"Why ask Jo Ayoung?"
"Why not? 'Cause I'm easy prey?"
Emotions rising as I spoke.
Calm. Calm down. Might cross a line.
"Fuck, you rebelling against me?"
"Yeah! My house—can't even speak my mind?"
Unfair. Took in runaway punks, and this role reversal?
Song Jiyeong looked shocked.
Yeah, seven-plus years—she'd never seen this.
Her speechlessness fueled my courage.
"If you're gonna bitch and complain nonstop, get out of my house—"
"Chupdeok! Stop!"
Jo Ayoung burst from her room, cutting me off—overhearing our raised voices.
Almost said the irreversible.
"Calm down, Jiyeong. Okay?"
Jo Ayoung rushed over, hugging—not me, but Song Jiyeong.
Irritation flared, but seeing Jiyeong stagger back, I got it.
Her jaw trembled.
Like massive shock. Fear-stricken.
"I'll explain everything. Just calm down and go inside."
"...Fuck off. You reek of jizz."
Song Jiyeong shoved free, heading to her room.
Jo Ayoung watched her go, then turned to me.
"What now?"
No clue. Me neither.
She nodded at my sigh.
"Got it. My mess, I'll talk to her."
"You?"
In this mess? Sorry, but zero trust.
My face must've shown it—her eyes widened.
"What? Don't believe me?"
"Yeah."
"Hah, fine. Watch. Go make dinner and wait."
I eyed her stomping back to the room, then did as told—cooked rice.
Girls'd be back from work soon.
God, please let the mood recover.