The Tug-of-War Over the Toy
Jo Ayoung was absolutely seething.
She was furious that Song Jiyoung had dared to snatch away something she had already staked her claim on. But beyond that, she felt a stinging sense of betrayal from Kim Eunseong—the man who had been intimate with her just moments ago, only to immediately turn around and share his body with Song Jiyoung.
And above all else.
Most of all, she felt a deep, burning self-loathing for not being able to control her impulses, resorting to masturbation, and putting herself in a situation where she couldn't even vent her anger without feeling embarrassed.
'You damn, pheromone-reeking, horse-cocked, otaku, fat pig bastard.'
She swallowed her aimless rage, smoothed out her disheveled clothes, and stormed out of Kim Eunseong’s room.
"Don't come out yet. Wait until I've finished washing up and a good amount of time has passed," she hissed.
"I'm all covered in sweat too. Can't I just wash up in Yena's room?"
"Yena and Hyeji are right there! If you walk in reeking of this much erotic scent, they’ll obviously figure it out. Do you have no brain at all?"
It was baffling. Kim Eunseong was smart enough to get into a prestigious university and usually handled himself well, yet he always acted like a complete idiot when it came to things like this.
That’s probably why he’s still a loser, she thought.
"I guess you're right... Damn. I feel like I get so stupid every time I'm done with you."
"What? What is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. Maybe all the blood rushed to my dick, so I can't think straight."
Flush.
At his blunt remark, Jo Ayoung’s cheeks burned bright red.
'Th-that crazy bastard, is he flirting with me by saying I turn him on that much?'
It meant he’d enjoyed it, right? She wasn't sure if that really counted as flirting, though.
The line between sexual harassment and flirting was razor-thin.
But if she liked it, it didn't really matter.
"D-don't say useless things. Anyway, I'm leaving. Go jerk off alone or whatever you want to do."
Jo Ayoung hurried out of the room, struggling to hide her expression.
Before she left, the last thing her eyes caught was Kim Eunseong’s cock, still standing at attention. It was as thick as her own forearm—a sight so mesmerizing it made her wet all over again—but she had to hold onto her fraying sanity first.
"Hoo..."
She leaned against the door after closing it and let out a long, shaky breath.
'He’s getting more and more assertive. I wanted that, but... how should I put it? It’s starting to feel like he’s too much to handle as just a toy.'
Her original goal had simply been to keep an easy-to-use biological dildo by her side.
'It’s a problem that he keeps reacting in such strange ways.'
She tried to calm her still-pounding heart. That goal had been forgotten a long time ago. Whenever she spent time with him, she found it impossible to suppress these fluttering emotions.
'Do I actually have feelings for him?'
Otaku, pig, loser, wallet, landlord.
For the past eight years, he had never once appeared as a man to her. He was just convenient to play with, followed orders without complaint, and was easy to handle. He was surprisingly considerate, and he was good at reading the room and catering to her moods.
Wait, I thought about this when I was distracted earlier, but he actually has a lot of good points, doesn't he?
Their tastes seemed to overlap a bit. His large size was intriguing. He always tried to make her feel good...
'Huh?'
Come to think of it, Kim Eunseong always tried to make sure she was satisfied whenever they went further. He could have just finished by himself, but he always checked to see if she was enjoying it too.
She had just assumed that was because he was a loser with no sense of self, but...
'That’s not it... He’s always trying to stand over me.'
He had acted a bit cocky ever since he figured out her tastes, but he was definitely not the type to just be dragged around.
"This is... strange."
The heartbeat that usually settled down after a few deep breaths only seemed to grow louder as time passed.
Why is this happening?
Could she actually be falling for that guy?
As that thought crossed her mind, Jo Ayoung couldn't handle her burning face and covered it with both hands.
She knew it was a useless gesture, but she was so embarrassed she couldn't help it.
"No way."
This was just a delusion.
Yeah, it was just the "sex effect" or something. After reaching a climax, her emotions were just out of control, making her body react on its own. She’d realize it in time. There was nothing more foolish than mistaking a fleeting emotion for something real.
'Calm down.'
Jo Ayoung had seen plenty of couples ruin their relationships by acting rashly on impulsive feelings. Even if those people were just delinquent punks who were bad at expressing their emotions.
"Hoo..."
She let out another long breath. She felt a bit calmer now that some time had passed.
Right, it was just a momentary delusion. There was no way the great Jo Ayoung would lose her heart to a nerd like him.
Having regained her composure, she opened her eyes to head to the bathroom.
"Hiss! What the!"
Clear eyes filled her vision. Jung Hyeji was staring at her intently, her pink hair fluttering.
"Why, why are you looking at me like that?"
"..."
Jo Ayoung asked, flustered, as Hyeji stared at her without a word.
'Did she hear everything? I didn't even try to hold back my moans this time.'
Unlike the other rooms, Kim Eunseong’s room had excellent soundproofing. She had enjoyed herself precisely because she knew that.
'Then why?'
It would be dangerous if Jung Hyeji suspected their relationship. Unlike Song Jiyoung, who she could at least talk to, Hyeji would definitely go around asking everyone what it meant and eventually tell Kang Yena.
Jo Ayoung waited for her answer with a tense expression.
"Ayoung. Are you sick?"
"Huh?"
Hyeji, who had been watching her for a long time, asked cautiously.
"You kept sighing and looking frustrated ever since you came out of Eunseong’s room."
"...You saw me from the beginning?"
"Yeah. You guys wouldn't let me play games and were playing by yourselves. I was going to go into the room, but Jiyoung stopped me, so I waited."
Jung Hyeji puffed out her cheeks, looking upset that she hadn't been able to join in.
'Song Jiyoung stopped her?'
That was an unexpected development. She had the conscience to help her get intimate with him, even after snatching her "toy" away?
'I definitely need to have a talk with her.'
The heart that had been burning for Kim Eunseong just moments ago was now igniting for a different reason.
"It's nothing. I was just feeling a bit stifled. I'm fine now."
"Did you lose again?"
"Lose? Me?"
"Yeah. You always lose to Eunseong."
She was definitely talking about the game. But the memory of what happened in the room just moments ago made Jo Ayoung blush.
"...I did lose."
Because she had come so many times by his hand. Because she had clung to him, acting embarrassingly cute.
She didn't feel particularly resentful about it.
It felt good.
"I see. Don't be too upset. It happens all the time."
Jung Hyeji comforted her, purely intending to console her.
'Happens all the time.'
I see. Surprisingly, I’ve always been losing to Kim Eunseong. Jo Ayoung realized it anew.
She was the one who had always lost. Kim Eunseong was the man who had always been winning against her.
A strong man.
"Hah."
A breathless moan escaped her lips again.
Oh, seriously.
It’s so annoying.
"Hey. Let's talk."
The next morning.
When I returned from my part-time job, Jo Ayoung was waiting for me with her arms crossed and an angry expression.
For some reason, the atmosphere in the living room was icy. Rare for this time, all four women were awake and gathered in the living room.
As if they were just waiting for me to arrive.
"What's going on?"
It was a situation where I wanted to run away even without hearing the details. I asked Jo Ayoung cautiously, but she just flicked her finger and went into her room.
Song Jiyoung followed her silently, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
What is this situation?
"Didn't things end well the other day?"
Kang Yena asked me in a worried tone as I stood there blankly.
"Did something happen overnight?"
"The problem is that nothing happened."
Kang Yena stroked the hair of Jung Hyeji, who was clinging to her waist and looking nervous, and explained the situation.
"Jiyoung went out last night and didn't come back. It seems Ayoung was waiting for her."
They must have wanted to talk about me. Even if things were settled with me through physical intimacy, there must still be some lingering resentment to resolve with Song Jiyoung.
"As soon as she came in at dawn, Ayoung started yelling. I woke up surprised, and they’ve been glaring at each other without saying a word ever since."
"It was scary."
Tears welled up in Jung Hyeji’s eyes. The fact that they didn't even care about her tears while setting such a mood was proof of how serious the situation was.
"What is it about?"
"Well, it’s a personal matter."
I had no choice but to mumble an excuse to Yena’s question. So the time had finally come.
I thought I’d managed to get through it, but this wasn't going to be an easy situation to smooth over. I had to pay the price for playing around with my dick as I pleased.
Gagging them only worked so many times; I couldn't put it off forever.
"...I don't know what it is, but try to work it out. Things shouldn't fall apart like this. Us, I mean."
Kang Yena said, frowning.
She was right. They had such a long-standing relationship. It would be too hollow if it all ended because of a dispute over a man.
"Yeah. I'll try to do something about it."
And that would also go against my grand harem plan. I had to persuade them somehow and restore peace in the house.
I steeled myself with a desperate resolve and entered the room where they were waiting.
Click.
As I closed the door, I felt as if the heavy air was crushing me. The two of them were standing in the middle of the room, glaring at each other.
Without saying a word. Just quietly.
This is brutal.
Should I be the one to speak first?
"Um..."
The moment I opened my mouth, their gazes poured onto me.
Scary.
"I think there was a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding?"
Did I pick the wrong word?
Chills ran down my spine at their brutal retorts.
"No, not a misunderstanding. I mean..."
I stuttered in panic. This felt like I had returned to my middle school days five years ago. Back then, whenever these two glared at me like this, I was too scared to say anything.
After glaring at me for a moment, Jo Ayoung sighed and spoke first.
"Song Jiyoung. Like I said before, I heard it all from the nerd."
"So?"
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
"Knew what?"
"That I was aiming for the nerd's dick!!"
Jo Ayoung screamed.
Hey, the others outside will hear us.
"C-calm down."
It’s fine to vent your emotions, but think about the consequences. I tried desperately to calm Jo Ayoung down so that the other two wouldn't find out and make things even worse.
But despite my efforts, Song Jiyoung just smirked and retorted.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, but I borrowed it."
She said it as casually as if she were talking about borrowing a hair straightener. Jo Ayoung trembled with rage at her reaction.
"You, you...! Do you know how much effort I put into this? And you just snatched him away in the middle of it?"
What kind of conversation is this?
Anyone listening would misunderstand this as a love triangle drama. The truth was that she had snatched away a biological dildo she had been cherishing.
"..."
Song Jiyoung remained silent. Jo Ayoung, having finished her screaming, stood there panting, waiting for an answer.
What’s going to happen? Is this really the end?
My head was a mess. I was wondering if I should try to stop them before an answer came out, when Song Jiyoung, who had been looking back and forth between us for a long time, finally spoke.
"Are you two dating?"
"Huh?"
"B-bullshit! Why would I date someone like this?!"
It seemed the words that came out of her mouth weren't what Jo Ayoung had expected. Unlike me, who had asked back stupidly, she panicked and denied it.
It hurt a little to hear her deny it so vehemently. I mean, I didn't think we were quite there yet, either.
"Oh, you were getting so angry, I thought you were."
Song Jiyoung watched us calmly and replied. Her tone was so nonchalant.
Just as Jo Ayoung was about to get angry again at such a shameless reaction—
"If you're not dating, then I'll use him too. It’s not like he’s going to wear out."
Song Jiyoung dropped a bombshell that was hard to believe.