The Shared Toy
“Haa… how did it come to this?”
Jo Ayoung, left alone on the empty bed where Kim Eunseong had just been, let out a deep, heavy sigh.
How did she end up feeling this way?
She had anticipated this based on her past experiences, but the reality was far more serious than she had imagined.
A relationship that started playfully, born out of a little curiosity and interest.
It was just because she was frustrated with always having to settle for her fingers when she couldn't use any tools.
Of course, there was a bit of genuine affection mixed in, too.
“I mean, would I even do that kind of thing with a guy I didn't care about in the first place?”
She rolled across the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
‘Why does that bastard have to act so cool, anyway?’
Like an Alpha Male, exactly her type. That slightly rough, coercive side of him.
He was usually so timid and such a pushover.
But for some reason, he only acted like that when they were having sex, leaving her unable to resist at all.
It made her feel like a total amateur.
“It’s so unfair.”
It was infuriating to be so easily swayed by a guy like him, unable to do a thing about it.
The only thing that gave her any comfort was the fact that she had more stamina than he did.
“Should I try winning by sheer volume?”
If she squeezed him dry every single time until he couldn't even get it up anymore, wouldn't he realize she was an opponent he couldn't beat and just surrender his body to her?
Every time, plenty of it. Filling him up. With semen.
“Hnnng.”
A foolish moan leaked from her lips.
Ugh. This is ridiculous. Am I actually getting turned on just by the thought of having sex until he collapses from exhaustion?
Who the hell is that guy, anyway?
Jo Ayoung, have you really fallen for him?
“No. That’s impossible.”
Even now, Jo Ayoung desperately tried to deny it.
Her type was an Alpha Male.
Not some pushover, nerd, fat guy. A man who could hold women in the palm of his hand and shake them up.
He had to be handsome, capable, wealthy, and have a great personality.
Kim Eunseong was miles away from that.
“…Well, he wouldn’t be so bad if he just lost some weight.”
After venting her frustrations, she imagined another possibility for Kim Eunseong.
His features… they didn't seem that bad, actually.
She wasn't sure about his professional capabilities, but he went to a good university, owned his own place in Seoul at a young age, and he was kind-hearted, too.
Is he better than I thought?
“Hah.”
What am I thinking?
No. Kim Eunseong is just a living Masturbation Dildo.
A tool to soothe her body while she waits for the Alpha Male who will eventually steal her heart.
She had absolutely, positively no intention of giving him her heart.
“Yeah, absolutely not.”
She rolled over again and lifted her face from the pillow.
Staring at the empty white ceiling, the image of his intense, rough gaze looking down at her just moments ago flickered in her mind.
“Damn it…”
So annoying. Why the hell do I keep thinking about him?
Ah, now that I think about it, it makes me so mad.
He was a dildo I had carefully groomed, and Song Jiyoung just swooped in and snatched him away, leading to this mess.
If Kim Eunseong had been a virgin, I definitely would have won.
His stamina was lacking, and his hip movements were pathetic.
If the conditions had been equal, I could have done whatever I wanted with him.
This is all Song Jiyoung’s fault.
After stomping her feet for a while, she finally managed to calm her heart.
“I’m so pissed, Song Jiyoung.”
“What did I do?”
“Eek!”
Startled by the unexpected response, Jo Ayoung jumped up.
Song Jiyoung was leaning against the door with her arms crossed, looking at her with a pathetic expression.
“How long have you been… standing there?”
“Since you said, ‘Well, he wouldn’t be so bad if he just lost some weight.’”
“That means you saw almost everything!”
Jo Ayoung covered her face with a pillow in embarrassment.
So humiliating! Why was she watching without saying a word? How creepy!
Song Jiyoung watched Jo Ayoung writhing on the bed for a moment before pushing herself off the wall.
“Why did you kick him out naked? What if the others saw him? It’s a good thing I came back alone first.”
“I don’t know! He was just being so annoying!”
The usual excuse.
Song Jiyoung chuckled and nudged the damp sheets with her foot.
“Ugh, it’s soaked. You were just lying here without cleaning this up? The whole room reeks of sex.”
“Shut up. I was going to clean it.”
“How? By carrying the sheets out? Yena would definitely catch you.”
“I don’t care, let her catch me.”
“You talk big for someone with absolutely no plan.”
Song Jiyoung shoved Jo Ayoung off the bed and skillfully stripped the sheets.
It was always her job to clean up. Jo Ayoung was the one who made the mess, so she could have easily thrown some resentful words her way, but she just moved her arms in silence.
‘Sigh, I should have expected they’d hit it off and go wild like this.’
She bore some responsibility for things ending up this way.
A meeting between a nerd who had just opened his eyes to sexuality and a fool who was obsessed with it.
Her choice to take the other two out of the house had been the right one.
Even coming back a step ahead to check the situation had been a good call.
“I knew this would happen, so I took the others out. Looking at the mood, you just finished? How long were you at it? The sun is already setting.”
“…It just happened.”
Jo Ayoung, feeling guilty after seeing the soaked sheets, didn't complain any further.
“Damn, you really went to town. I’ll have to change the mattress, too.”
“Hey, don’t tell me… you did that for my sake?”
“What? Taking the others out?”
“Yeah.”
When Jo Ayoung asked in a small voice, Song Jiyoung barely held back a laugh.
‘She’s really something. It’s cute how she shrinks when she’s at a disadvantage.’
If she weren't so pretty, she never would have been able to act like a bully with that personality.
Watching her stand there awkwardly in the nude, Song Jiyoung shook her head.
“You might feel that way, but it’s a problem for me if we get caught, too. Do you want to ruin our relationship?”
It wasn't that.
Jo Ayoung couldn't say a word.
“Forget it. You’re probably exhausted since it was your first time. Go wash up and get some sleep. We’ll talk later.”
Song Jiyoung threw the stripped sheets into a corner of the room and started changing her clothes.
She was so nonchalant that Jo Ayoung, who had been standing there blankly, felt like a fool for being so on edge.
“I’m not completely giving in. I haven’t accepted this yet.”
A grumpy complaint slipped out before she could stop it.
Song Jiyoung nodded as if she had expected that, too, and flopped onto the bed in her pajamas.
“I know. You’re so possessive, you think I like this?”
“If you don’t like it, why did you say that?”
“Then what should I do? Rip each other’s hair out and fight?”
Song Jiyoung frowned and looked back at Jo Ayoung.
Her words meant that she had no intention of giving up, and that this was the result of serious consideration.
“It’s not bad, is it? Originally, he was a guy we all played with fairly.”
“That’s different from this. Logically, it’s obvious that you should choose one person.”
“Did you ask Eunseong?”
“What?”
Jo Ayoung was shocked by Song Jiyoung’s question.
Ask Kim Eunseong? Is it a problem that would be solved if he agreed?
She couldn't understand.
Song Jiyoung had often shown incomprehensible behavior regarding dating, but she didn't think she'd be like this even when she was involved.
“Why is his opinion important? This is our business.”
“He’s the one involved, so of course it’s important. Do you think we can just decide among ourselves and leave his opinion out like we used to?”
Jo Ayoung’s head felt like it was ringing from the sheer validity of Song Jiyoung’s logic.
Right. That would be selfish.
But she hadn't expected her to make such a reasonable statement.
As she said, Kim Eunseong’s opinion might be important, but there was no need to ask him.
Choosing one person versus being used as a public commodity.
Knowing the Kim Eunseong she knew, he would choose the latter with both hands raised.
“…Eunseong will choose me. Why would he want you?”
Jo Ayoung made an unreasonable argument she didn't even believe in.
But think about it.
Song Jiyoung was clearly the person who had bullied him the most.
No matter how good his personality was, he had no reason to choose her.
Jo Ayoung leaned on that possibility.
“Really? But I’m the one who took Eunseong’s Virginity.”
But Song Jiyoung’s counterattack was quite powerful.
It was only one time, but that bastard would surely be obsessed with the fact that she had taken his virginity.
“Ha, I heard he couldn’t even thrust properly?”
“Is that so? Then why don’t you ask him?”
“…Forget it. Why would I ask something like that?”
To be honest, Jo Ayoung was scared.
First experience, this and that. It was clear that Kim Eunseong placed great meaning on that fact, to the point where he even mentioned it while having sex with her.
If they chose one person, it would be certain, but she couldn't be sure that person would be her.
If so, the best course of action was to share him as suggested.
That had been the goal from the start, anyway. It would also help her regain her composure after feeling momentarily shaken.
That was the conclusion Jo Ayoung reached after racking her brain.
“Fine. I’ll concede for now. But you’d better back off once you’ve had your fill and are satisfied.”
As she nodded reluctantly, Song Jiyoung curled one corner of her mouth and provoked her.
“You keep saying that, and it’s making me want him more. It’s not like I hate the nerd, either.”
“What?”
“Why are you surprised? I can get interested, can’t I? I have a justification, too.”
It was absurd.
It’s not like you can just brush your feelings aside like that.
“How can you be interested in a man? Don’t tell me you like men now just because you had sex once?”
“Maybe Eunseong is special. Doesn’t that make me more interested? Because he really is the only man.”
“What’s so special about him?”
“Well, what could it be? You’ve experienced it, too, haven’t you?”
Seeing Song Jiyoung’s meaningful smile, Jo Ayoung naturally remembered something.
Truly, the way he filled her up. His special something.
“…So annoying.”
“Pfft. You’re so easy to read.”
It was truly annoying, but she had no choice but to agree.
Kim Eunseong *is* special.
If that’s the reason, there’s nothing she can do.
“Fine. Let’s do that.”
Once she admitted it, she felt more at ease.
It was frustrating, but the two of them had been inseparable since middle school.
Borrowing each other’s things was a daily occurrence.
It wouldn't make much difference if they just added one more shared toy to the list.
“Still, I’m the first one.”
“Hmm? I’m the first one. I’m the one who did it with the nerd first.”
“You really!”
But this time, it was a special kind of sharing.
Unlike before, Jo Ayoung felt a burning sense of competition.
“Ugh, the mattress is soaked, too. How much did you spray?”
Unlike her, Song Jiyoung didn't seem particularly interested.
That annoyed her, so Jo Ayoung turned around and lay down.
“Are you going to sleep naked?”
“Mind your own business.”
Song Jiyoung looked at her prickly friend, chuckled, and lay down.
‘A special man, huh…’
She had tried to act nonchalant in front of Jo Ayoung, but in reality, her mind was also filled with thoughts of Kim Eunseong.
‘This is going to get interesting.’
The meaning was just a little bit different.