It’s Just a Joke, I’m Not Bullying You
The situation had changed completely.
Having finished her first time, Jo Ayoung now clung to me as if she didn't care about anyone else's gaze.
“Ayoung, the others are going to see.”
“So what? Let them look.”
She didn't care in the slightest, even though the others were watching.
She didn't hesitate to engage in bold skinship, like sneaking a touch or sliding her hand inside my clothes.
“Ugh…”
“Heh. Do you like it?”
A small moan escaped my lips at the sensation of her fingers grazing my skin.
I could hear Jo Ayoung’s laughter right by my ear.
Song Jiyoung, who was in the living room with us, witnessed the scene but just kept puffing on her cigarette and turning the pages of her book in silence.
What is wrong with her? Someone stop her.
“Ayoung, are you bullying Eunseong again? I thought you two made up.”
“It’s not like that. This is just… skinship.”
Kang Yena, sitting at the kitchen table, looked at us huddled together and grew suspicious.
Thankfully, it must look like bullying from a distance.
“Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, I realized how kind Eunseong is. I’m just trying to get a little closer to him.”
Jo Ayoung replied nonchalantly.
It was a flimsy excuse, but Kang Yena seemed to accept it at face value.
Her drastically improved acting skills must have played a part. Her acting when she has the upper hand is truly top-tier.
After all, Jo Ayoung had always been the playful type.
At the very least, from Kang Yena’s perspective, she seemed to believe that our relationship couldn't possibly have devolved into something strange.
“Geez, even so, if Eunseong doesn't like it, you should stop.”
“Of course. Hey, nerd. Do you hate it?”
“…No, it’s fine.”
At Jo Ayoung’s breath against my ear as she gently bit my earlobe, a positive answer slipped out before I could stop it.
Honestly, I did like it.
Even now, all my focus was on the sensation of her breasts pressed against my arm.
“See? He secretly likes it.”
“Really? I didn't know Eunseong liked skinship that much. Well, I guess I should get closer to him from now on, too.”
Kang Yena smiled warmly at us, seemingly without a shred of suspicion.
I wish it were that pure.
I was enjoying it, but Jo Ayoung’s behavior was clearly a provocation aimed at Song Jiyoung.
Whether it was jealousy or a need to show off, I didn't know the reason, but I didn't mind this situation where they were fueling their competitive spirit over me.
“I like skinship too!”
Just as I was blankly enjoying the sensation, Jung Hyeji popped out of nowhere and latched onto my other arm.
She looked up at me with a pure smile.
With her bright, sparkling eyes wide open.
It was her way of asking to be petted.
“Hehe.”
I raised my hand and stroked the head of Hyeji, who was clinging tightly to my side.
She really is a girl who loves people.
“Hey, you.”
Jo Ayoung looked displeased by Hyeji’s appearance, but because of what she had just said, she couldn't easily stop her.
Just skinship. In the name of friendliness.
Jung Hyeji’s skinship was exactly what she had claimed it to be.
Jo Ayoung just tightened her grip on my arm.
“I really like Eunseong.”
“Yeah, I like you too.”
A sudden confession.
If it had been any of the others, it would have been easy to misunderstand, but coming from Hyeji, it sounded like a pure declaration of friendship.
She was smiling happily, without a second thought.
Of course, my heart, which had no loyalty, skipped a beat at just that.
Just as a goofy smile was forming on my face, Jo Ayoung pinched my thigh.
Ouch.
“Hey. Take it easy.”
“No, you know that’s not what I meant.”
We whispered to each other in low voices.
Why are you getting jealous of Hyeji, of all people?
It made my heart flutter, but surely I wouldn't go as far as to mess with Hyeji.
Ignoring Jo Ayoung’s reaction, I kept petting Hyeji’s head.
She didn't care about the whispering right next to her and just kept giggling.
This cute girl is my sanctuary.
Whenever I was worn out by the others, Hyeji clinging to me was at least some comfort.
While I was distracted by that heartwarming feeling, a soft sensation brushed against my cheek.
“Huh?”
What did she just do?
I turned my head to follow the source of the sensation, and Hyeji was beaming at me.
“What, hey?”
“A kiss! Because I like Eunseong. It’s just skinship!”
I instinctively looked at Kang Yena first.
Is this okay?
Thankfully, she was watching us with a warm smile.
Judging by her reaction, it didn't seem to mean anything special.
If Hyeji went around kissing everyone, there was no way Yena would be watching so calmly.
It was probably just Hyeji’s own way of showing affection to the people in our house.
However, the woman clinging to the other side didn't seem to see it that way.
Squeeze.
“Haa. Does that feel good?”
Jo Ayoung let out a sigh and grabbed my crotch.
Her breathing was ragged, sounding like a cat hissing.
“Ugh.”
“Ooh? Why are you like that?”
“No, it’s just…”
I tried to stammer an excuse to Hyeji’s question, but she was quick-witted and looked down, spotting Ayoung’s hand gripping my precious genetic storage over my pants.
“No! Ayoung, it’s a big deal if you touch that!”
“Don't be so dramatic. Did you touch a bomb or something?”
“No, it really is a big deal, so can you let go?”
What do you know? It hurts! Stop squeezing!
Before I could shake Jo Ayoung off, Jung Hyeji shouted first.
“They said if you touch that carelessly, a man can't get pregnant! You shouldn't touch it!”
At Hyeji’s shocking statement, I forgot the pain in my lower half and looked back at Kang Yena.
Even if she was a blockhead who only slept in middle school, could she really lack even this much common sense?
This was definitely Kang Yena’s doing—her version of sex education.
As expected, she was resting her chin on her hand, looking off into the distance.
Just how much gaslighting has she done to the kid?
Jo Ayoung looked back and forth between the two of them and slowly let go.
“I was just joking. This much is fine.”
“It hurt like hell.”
“It hurt? It really was dangerous then. Oh no. Eunseong’s is huge, it’d be a waste if it stopped working.”
No, you still remember that?
Just as I was about to smile at her innocent remark, which I hadn't heard in a while—
“What?”
The reaction came from an unexpected place.
Kang Yena jumped up from her seat and was glaring at me.
Huh? Come to think of it, did Yena not know?
“What does that mean? How does Hyeji know your size?”
Yena asked me with a serious expression.
She was a doting protector who would teach Hyeji wrong sex education just to keep her safe.
At the very least, she managed Hyeji’s relationships with men thoroughly.
Hearing that without knowing the context, it was enough for her to misunderstand.
In the past, there had been groups who tried to trick Hyeji into doing bad things.
They all ended up in the hospital with their heads cracked open by her.
The fact that she was just glaring at me and trying to figure out the situation meant she was already restraining herself significantly.
“Calm down.”
I held out my hands to Yena.
Would she even listen to anything I said?
This was a difficult situation.
While I hesitated to answer, Hyeji stepped up to defend me.
“Eunseong didn't do anything wrong. I saw it.”
“How did you see that?”
“I saw him shaking it in Eunseong’s room.”
“Kim Eunseong.”
A murderous gaze continued to bore into me.
Hey, don't phrase it like that.
Yena’s eyes had already slightly glazed over.
I should be grateful for the image I’ve built up until now.
Seriously, whenever Jung Hyeji is involved, she loses her mind.
“I didn't show it to her.”
“Then how did Hyeji see it?”
“I was passing by at dawn and saw it by accident.”
“Is that true?”
Not only the two of us, but Ayoung and Jiyoung, who were there, nodded as well.
It was the common consensus that, if nothing else, none of us wanted to see Yena genuinely angry.
Kang Yena let out a long sigh.
“Haa… seeing your reactions, I guess you all knew.”
“Yeah.”
“Uh-huh.”
Kang Yena held her head as if she couldn't believe it.
“So the reason you didn't… tell me, was because you were worried I’d react like this. I get it now. No wonder the distance between you guys seemed to have shrunk so much.”
Thankfully, she was quick to grasp the situation.
She must have pieced it together with just a little bit of information, as she stared at us intently.
“So, you’ve started to become conscious of each other?”
After a pause, she threw the question at us.
It was a remark that pierced right through our relationship.
“No? I’m not conscious of him.”
“I am. I’m conscious of him.”
Unlike Jo Ayoung, who was putting up a front as usual, Song Jiyoung coolly admitted her feelings.
Everyone’s gaze turned to Song Jiyoung, who had given the exact opposite answer.
“You guys know. My condition. But Eunseong was fine with it. So, I’m going to get closer to him from now on.”
A sudden public declaration.
It was unexpected, but it was a huge help in sorting out the situation right now.
Kang Yena was silent for a moment, then murmured quietly.
“…Don't play around too much. Eunseong, you should say so if you don't like it.”
Her words were mixed with reluctant permission, but she seemed to have no idea that we had already crossed the line long ago.
“I will. Don't worry, Yena.”
I like it. A lot.
After hearing my answer, Yena went into her room with a complicated expression. She must be confused.
She was the one who had least perceived me as a man.
Because she hadn't anticipated our special relationship at all, our precarious situation had thankfully been granted a longer lifespan.
“Yena?”
Hyeji, who had been watching the atmosphere change because of her own statement, followed her like a baby bird following its mother into the room.
As soon as the door closed, Jo Ayoung’s body clung to me stickily.
“Nerd. How is it? Do you hate it?”
“…I don't hate it.”
“Then I guess I can keep going?”
Her hand dug into my clothes and gently scratched my nipple.
Even though she was the one who had been frozen and trembling just a moment ago.
This girl especially tries to joke around excessively when she’s relaxed.
Perhaps it’s a kind of defense mechanism.
“Well, it’s practically an official relationship now, isn't it? Right?”
“Not yet.”
“Forget it. None of that matters. There’s nothing to hold us back anymore, so buy condoms after your part-time job.”
“Condoms?”
“What, were you planning on just keep cumming inside me?”
A signal to have sex. And loud enough for Jiyoung to hear, too.
Whether Jo Ayoung’s intention worked or not, Song Jiyoung narrowed her eyes and looked at us.
Meanwhile, Jo Ayoung was intentionally not giving her a single glance.
“…Okay.”
“Yeah, you have to use contraception no matter what. We have to keep having sex for a long time, right?”
A sticky voice.
I made eye contact with Jiyoung.
And I nodded.
I was agreeing with Jo Ayoung, but since my eyes were on Jiyoung, she nodded back.
Was that permission?
Or was she saying she wanted to do it too?
Either way, it was turning me on.
“…Buy a box.”
“Huh? What was that?”
My gaze had been on Song Jiyoung, so I hadn't heard Jo Ayoung properly.
To my follow-up question, she rubbed her body against me slightly and whispered in an even wetter voice.
“Buy three boxes. Let’s fuck like crazy.”
She pushed her clothes aside, and her nipple shivered as it met the cool air.
Ha, seriously.
How could she tempt me like that?
I’ll have to buy the bulk pack.