Show Me Just Once
Just show me once. My mental state was completely shattered.
"And Eun-seong jerks off like crazy every night!"
"S-stop, Hyeji, enough."
Don't say another word. Please.
How the hell do you even know that?
I desperately tried to stop Hyeji's bombshell revelations, but she turned to me with a dissatisfied voice and drove the final nail in.
"What's your problem? I was defending you. Jerking off every day just proves you're a healthy guy."
"No, that's not..."
There wasn't a hint of teasing on Hyeji's face.
It was pure intent to defend my ignored masculinity.
I knew her head was full of flowers, but she was way crazier than I'd thought.
"Fucking sex monster."
Jo Ayoung dropped her chopsticks and stared at me in horror.
"Hey, loser. That for real?"
Song Jiyoung demanded an explanation with a look of contempt.
I had no idea how to react and just stood there with my mouth flapping open when a curveball question came from an unexpected direction.
"How big is it?"
What.
Thinking I'd misheard, I turned my head, and there was Jo Ayoung, eyes sparkling as she latched onto Hyeji.
No, why the hell are you asking her?
"About this long? Or maybe a bit longer?"
Hyeji spread her arms to gauge the size.
Seeing her arms stretched almost shoulder-width apart, I freaked out.
That's not human size.
Let me say it again: she's an airhead.
"No way does a human that big exist."
Jo Ayoung was getting excited by Hyeji's exaggerated explanation.
The truth didn't seem to matter at all. What mattered to her was that she had a fun new toy.
Her eyes were glittering with curiosity like stars were embedded in them.
"That's an exaggeration. It's not that big. Hyeji must've seen wrong."
"No way! I couldn't have. I saw it once a week without fail. It was definitely this big!"
Hyeji jumped up and down, insisting she was right.
Why does she trust her memory so much?
After twenty years as an airhead, shouldn't she doubt herself by now?
"Once a week? That's exhibitionism, right?"
"He never showed it. Hyeji, how did you even see it?"
"Well, I can't hold my pee well, so I wake up a lot at night. If light leaks from Eun-seong's door, I sneak over and peek, and he's always jerking off."
"Whoa, fucking masturbation master."
I had no idea.
I thought I'd locked the door.
But thinking back, ever since I got used to them being around, I'd been sloppy with it. Had I let my guard down?
"Perv otaku, what'd you use for fap material? 2D stuff since you're a pervy otaku? Or us?"
"Don't talk crazy."
"Why not? Didn't you think of this sis's awesome soft bouncy titty feel? Ah, I should've let our poor perv otaku touch them once."
My head snapped around involuntarily.
Jo Ayoung's eyes were curved so much her pupils were invisible.
Foxy bitch.
"You were hoping? You jerked off to me, huh? Pig perv otaku brain-fantasized raping me wild?"
"Really? Eun-seong, I had no idea you saw us that way... Sorry."
Hyeji, the root of all this, covered her mouth in shock like she hadn't expected it.
She's not playing coy now, is she?
This girl really never imagined I'd see them sexually and got shocked trying to defend my manhood.
She's the perfect example of a pure brain.
"...Gross."
A voice poured cold water on the heated sex-joke atmosphere.
It was Song Jiyoung.
I realized now she'd never even touched her usual post-meal cig.
She shot up, glared at me with contempt, and stormed to her room.
BAM.
The door slammed shut roughly.
"...Well, Song-chi doesn't like guys much."
Jo Ayoung shrugged.
Song Jiyoung avoids even touching men.
I don't know why, but it's been that way forever.
Men have to be careful even talking to her.
I'm the exception because we've known each other a while, I provide the place to crash, and we've spent time together.
Thankfully, her anger cooled the overheated vibe.
Time to slip away.
"Anyway, it's not like that, so don't get weird ideas."
"I saw it!"
Hyeji stubbornly insisted to the end.
Argh, anyone can see I'm trying to smooth things over!
But expecting Hyeji to pick up on that is a luxury.
Better to coax her nicely.
"Y-yeah, I do jerk off... but I didn't use you guys for it. Got it? I'm a healthy guy in my twenties, so it happens."
"That hurts my pride. You get hit with this sis's sticky rice titty attack and don't jerk off?"
Ah, don't complicate it.
You're obviously joking.
I shot Jo Ayoung a desperate look and soothed Hyeji some more.
"Anyway, thanks for acknowledging me as a man."
"Yeah! Our Eun-seong's got a huge dick!"
"Pfft-haha."
With Hyeji's innocent praise as the finale, I bolted from my seat like I was escaping.
Thank god.
Kang Yena wasn't here.
If that bitch had been, she'd have yanked my pants down to check on the spot.
Or maybe tried to cut my dick off for showing Hyeji something gross.
Relieved it hadn't gone full disaster, I grabbed the pots and headed to the sink.
***
Thankfully, today's fiasco died down quick.
Hyeji was beaming proudly, drunk on defending my manhood, while Jo Ayoung eyed me like a hawk, waiting for a chance to drop more sex jokes.
The good thing? It was all just another of Jo Ayoung's games in the end.
I tossed her a controller suggesting we game like old times, and she dove right in, burning with competitive fire, forgetting the earlier mess.
"Hey, perv otaku. You got better?"
"You're the one playing all day—why'd your skills drop?"
"What? Crazy. You just dissed me?"
She's the closest to me in this chaotic cohabitation.
With her gamer otaku community-addict huge-tits sex-joker traits, plus borrowing my manga while calling me perv otaku, our tastes overlap a ton. We get along pretty well.
If not for stuff like today, she's the easiest to hang with.
"Guys, I'm heading out."
Mid-game frenzy, Hyeji was suddenly at the door, all dolled up and waving.
"Where to?"
"Meeting Ji-hyun."
"Come back for dinner?"
"Yeah, to celebrate making up."
What kinda vibe is celebrating reconciling with your friend's boyfriend by meeting the friend?
Why not the guy she fought with? Heading for a 3P?
"Celebrate making up? Doing a threesome or something?"
Jo Ayoung muttered at her back.
Our brain circuits really run similar.
"...Does Hyeji do that stuff?"
"Who knows. Even friends don't share everything."
"Don't girls share that kinda thing?"
"Depends on the person. Not me. But if Hyeji was doing that, Yena wouldn't let it slide."
"True."
Hyeji was the type guys swarmed because she seemed easy.
Kang Yena always blocked them.
They called me a pushover, but Hyeji probably lived the chastest life under Yena's watch.
"Why say threesome then."
"If not a threesome, why meet Ji-hyun? I don't get Hyeji's mindset either."
Jo Ayoung grumbled and refocused on the screen.
Then what's yours like? Ever done a threesome?
I swallowed the words rising to my throat and stared at her profile.
There'd been that big incident earlier, and one wrong step could shatter everything we'd built.
The fear of not knowing which way it'd go held me back.
"Hey, I'm out too."
"Huh? Where?"
"Work, duh."
While I hesitated, Song Jiyoung grumbled curtly and stormed out.
Suddenly, just me and Jo Ayoung in this huge house.
"..."
"..."
The vibe felt off somehow.
Because of that earlier mess?
Guess I wasn't the only one hung up on it.
Normally she'd curse up a storm and game no matter who left, but Jo Ayoung just stared silently at her controller.
"Hey, perv otaku."
"Yeah? Uh, what."
Her sudden call startled me, mangling my already loser-ish speech even more awkwardly.
"Can I ask a favor?"
"Uh, sure. Shoot."
I tried to play it cool.
But Jo Ayoung's vibe was way off from usual.
What's with this awkward air? Why's she beating around the bush?
Jo Ayoung stopped fiddling with her controller and looked up, meeting my eyes.
"Can I see it? Just once?"
"See what?"
"Don't play dumb. Your dick."
I thought we'd dodged it, but nope.
Straight ball, no curve—that's her style.
"No."
"Why?"
"...Showing it would be weirder."
Jo Ayoung's face went ice cold at my answer.
A rare serious look.
And it's over my dick, of all things. Unreal.
"Hey, perv otaku. Since when do you get a say in my orders?"
"Huh?"
Jo Ayoung glared with a menacing aura.
Back in our delinquent school days.
In that hopeless bully girl crew, the scariest when mad wasn't Song Jiyoung, who led with fists—it was Jo Ayoung.
She'd dig relentlessly: SNS, personal info, credit, family—bury you socially.
I'd only seen her mad once while living together, and now here it was again.
Over not showing my dick!
"A-Ayoung, chill. Calm down."
"It's not like it'll wear out from showing. You rubbed your back all over my tits before."
"Roles reversed. You rubbed your tits on my back."
"Talking back?"
"Why do you want my dick so bad anyway."
I couldn't fathom her sudden obsession.
My grumbled question made her drop her head, whispering in a tiny voice.
"......I saw."
"What?"
"I haven't seen it even once!"
Her shout echoed in the empty living room, slamming my head.
Haven't seen? Who? Jo Ayoung?
That Jo Ayoung who sex-jokes indiscriminately in our trashy delinquent crew?
The lewd demon who shoves her massive milk jugs at guys she teases with aegyo?
No way. She's just curious if Hyeji exaggerated, wants to check for real.
"...You haven't seen the huge dick?"
Looking down in shock, Jo Ayoung's face flushed, lips mumbling.
"Y-yeah! Huge dick! That's just dildo or doujin shit—can't exist in real life!?"
Her startled shout rang false, like a hasty excuse.
Wait, she really never saw one for real?
So all that was bluff—no real experience, just big talk?
A perverted sex-joker community-addict huge-tits delinquent (virgin)? Exists?
Never saw it coming.
Never thought it'd be right here.
And instead of floundering in shock, instinct kicked in.
I imagined the next step.
Show my dick... and something else happens?
Look at her reaction. Maybe Jo Ayoung's got that lame virgin pussy everyone's heard of?
This is already fantasy territory. Third-rate virgin pussy could exist too.
Worth looking forward to?
Virgin bitch. Fucking hot.
My dick surged up under my sweats, tenting like it'd rip through.
"Ah, it's hard."
Jo Ayoung spotted the crotch tent instantly, eyes locked down.
"N-no, this is, uh."
Jo Ayoung looked up at me.
Hearing my flustered voice, she instantly regained her composure, eyes twinkling with mischief like nothing happened.
"Hey, perv otaku. Why'd it get hard?"
She loves teasing people so much.
"Why's it hard? Exhibitionist? What're you thinking? Huh? Hoping if you show, I'll show too?"
Her hand slyly lifted the hem of her thin shirt.
No bra underneath—her I-cup massive tits jiggled, flashing pale underboob.
It hurts.
My erection throbbed painfully against the fabric.
My gaze locked on her skin involuntarily, breath roughening.
Jo Ayoung, gauging my reaction, curled her lips in a devilish whisper.
"Wanna show each other?"
Let me say it again: Jo Ayoung and I really click.