Morning Teases and Vows of Conquest
Do you really think I'd fall for temptation like that?
The moment I opened the front door and stepped inside, my eyes met Jo Ayoung's as she sprawled across the sofa.
"You're back?"
That brazen face of hers.
She was fiddling with her smartphone, but the look on my face made me want to smack her.
"What the hell was that photo?"
"What photo? Oh, that one? It's Big Sis's special service. Figured you'd get bored on shift, so I sent it for you to sneak into the back room and jerk off to."
What a mess. Did she actually think that made sense?
"What kind of nonsense is that? Who jerks off during work hours?"
"Why not? Everyone does it according to SNS. Suits you perfectly."
What the hell does this girl look at all day?
She talked like it was the most obvious thing in the world, as if assuming I knew all about that crap—what did she even think of me?
Not that I was clueless or anything.
"The manager saw it. If I get fired, it's on you."
"For real? What'd she say?"
Jo Ayoung's face lit up with a grin as she kicked her legs excitedly, clearly thrilled.
"What do you think? She let it slide. I played it off as a wrong send."
"Aww, no fun."
"You think that's funny? I almost got in deep shit."
"Sorry, sorry. I figured you'd just look at it alone and rub one out. Why'd you show it off anyway?"
Lies. She sent it right around closing time.
One hundred percent intentional.
I let out an involuntary sigh and held up the bag in my hand.
"Anyway, the manager said to share these with everyone. Eat up."
"Ooh, White Day gifts? Convenience store gig's paying off. Getting all this from you."
Anyone listening would think it was my first time. Who was it that nagged me every holiday for presents? And now acting all surprised.
I left her snatching the bag and rummaging through it, heading to the bathroom to wash up.
Ugh, what's the point of saying anything. It wasn't like this was the first day Jo Ayoung acted however she pleased.
But the rustling sounds didn't last long. I heard slippers dragging, and suddenly two arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
A soft, warm body pressed tight against my back.
"So, did you jerk off to it?"
Her low whisper right by my ear made the hairs on my neck stand up.
"W-what?"
"Did you? To my pic."
Her hand slipped under my shirt hem, sliding up my bare skin.
A ticklish sensation crawling up my stomach. Like feathers brushing my flesh, sending chills down my spine.
Her fingertips lingered near my chest, then without warning, she started gently rolling my nipple.
"Our perv otaku would've definitely stroked it if the manager hadn't seen. Too bad, huh?"
"W-what are you talking about? I don't do that at the store."
"So you held back to do it in your room? Did I ruin it?"
"Cut the bullshit."
Pinch.
"Ow!"
Her fingers, which had been stroking so softly, suddenly pinched my nipple hard.
It hurt.
"Like hell you didn't. You'd stare at my pic, remember how my soft handjob felt at dawn, and blow a load. Right?"
Spot on.
Once I got to my room, I planned to zoom in on that pic I hadn't fully checked in my frenzy, relive the feel of her palm wrapping around my cock, and jerk off.
The only correction? It wouldn't end after one round.
But how could I admit that out loud?
Yesterday, I'd been too hyped to thrust wildly, but cooling off now, I realized how insane it was—barely kept my embarrassment in check during my shift.
"N-no."
"Be honest."
Ayoung started teasing my nipple again, her lips nibbling my earlobe.
"Ngh."
A moan slipped out from the mix of ticklish and electric pleasure.
"Tell me, and Big Sis'll do something even better than last time."
"Even better?"
I stupidly parroted back, my voice pitching up an octave without thinking.
I knew I sounded like an idiot. But what guy wouldn't cave to this?
Especially with her soft tits squishing against my back through just two thin layers of fabric.
Her hand caressing my bare skin inside the shirt—I couldn't think straight.
"Yeah, even better. Guess what?"
She chewed on my earlobe, her breath hot and sticky as she murmured.
Better than a handjob.
"Your mouth... or..."
"What the hell are you two doing?"
The sharp voice sliced through the mood just as I opened my mouth.
Song Jiyoung emerged from her room, scratching her messy hair, glaring at us with furrowed brows.
Then Jung Hyeji shuffled out from the opposite room in her pajamas, looking half-asleep.
Why now, of all times?
"Oh? Eun-seong's back. What're you guys up to?"
Ayoung yanked her hand from my shirt and stepped back in a flash.
"Huh? Just messing with him."
"Messing how?"
Song Jiyoung's suspicious gaze swept over us.
No way that excuse would fly.
My pants were bulging like crazy, blatantly showing my state.
But thanks to our cohabitation routine building up biases, Jiyoung looked doubtful but couldn't quite commit to certainty.
"Skinship? Hyeji loves skinship too. Eun-seong, do it with Hyeji!"
Hyeji, meanwhile, grinned innocently and waddled over without a hint of suspicion.
She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me into a tight hug against her chest.
My face sank into her soft boobs, her unique body scent flooding my nose.
Ah, heaven.
"What the fuck from morning. Tsk."
Song Jiyoung clicked her tongue at the sight and headed to the kitchen.
Seemed like we'd dodged it somehow.
I lifted my face from Hyeji's chest to see Ayoung already back on the living room sofa, rummaging through the bag like nothing happened.
Acting casual, but her ears were beet red.
"Mmm, tough shift, Eun-seong? You worked hard."
Hyeji leaned her face against my chest now, beaming.
"...Thanks."
"Know what day it is today?"
Hyeji looked up at me with a comfy expression, like hugging was no big deal—just pure ease.
Her slightly flushed face had that innocent retriever-like charm, all wide-eyed affection.
I swallowed a wry chuckle at how carefree she lived, stroking her pinkish hair.
"There's snacks in the bag Ayoung's tearing into."
"Yay! Snacks! I want snacks!"
"Hey, no snacks first thing. Bad for you."
Song Jiyoung nagged Hyeji as she dashed to the living room with her coffee mug, then popped her e-cig in her mouth.
Worrying about others while doing the world's worst thing for her health. Worry about yourself.
"What're you staring at? Go wash up, you stink."
"...I stink?"
"Pig sweat."
Fuu. Hoo.
Jiyoung blew a cloud of vapor my way and sipped her coffee.
"...Don't blow smoke at people."
"Oh, sorry. Habit—always exhale left. Didn't see you there. Still better than your smell, right? This e-liquid's pricey, great scent."
Damn bitch. I remembered the day I gifted her that e-cig. She'd sucked in the fragrant vapor I blew, saying it beat cigs.
That shameless face was routine now. Maybe a bit more curt this morning after catching me and Ayoung.
I left them gathering in the living room and opened the bathroom door.
"Huh? Eun-seong's back? Noisy as hell."
Kang Yena was inside.
Totally naked, towel-drying her hair like it was no big deal.
"Y-you were here? Say something."
Her eyes flicked down briefly, twitched an eyebrow, then back up.
Oh, right—still hard. The teasing had me raging, hadn't gone down yet. Shit.
"What's it matter? Between us."
Yena had clearly seen the massive tent in my pants but smacked my ass casually and strode out.
After she left, I stared blankly at my steamy reflection in the mirror.
Jo Ayoung treated me like a toy, Song Jiyoung talked down to me, Jung Hyeji acted like I was a same-sex buddy.
But Kang Yena? She didn't see me as human, let alone a man.
Flashing her naked body or my arm brushing her tits by accident—she'd just laugh it off.
What the hell was I in this house?
Just a sucker providing shelter?
I turned on the shower, lost in thought.
"But that's ending now."
I gripped my still-hard cock.
They'd all noticed, for sure.
Not just Ayoung—even Jiyoung's glance, Hyeji's hug, Yena's casual ass smack.
No way they missed my throbbing erection demanding attention.
But they all pretended not to see.
Acted like it was nothing, without calling it out.
Looking back, there were hints—flushed faces and such.
"With this. Now."
They freeze at the sight of my monster cock.
It was just fantasy before, but Ayoung's dawn reaction was real.
Her blushing face during the handjob.
Maybe this dick could shift our dynamic into something new.
"I'll stand at the very top."
With this dick.
I'll conquer them all.
I etched the grand vow into my heart under the water spray.
"But first, time to jerk one out."
Heh heh. Ayoung's tits and hands still felt vivid.
***
"I'm off~"
"Yeah, see you later, Mom."
"Don't call me Mom. Drive safe."
"Bye-bye."
I came out of the shower to see Yena heading out the front door.
"Have a good one."
"Yeah, Eun-seong. Be back soon. Look after the girls. Don't skip meals."
"Got it."
"Pfft. What a joke. That loser's no dad."
"Kinda fits, right? House, food, all that."
I ignored the grumbling as the door shut.
The living room snacks were already demolished.
"...Snacks count as breakfast, right?"
"Yup!"
"Me too, skipping."
"I haven't eaten. Make food."
Parasites.
I whipped up leftover side dishes from yesterday in the kitchen.
Just microwave it yourselves.
"Food's ready."
Only after setting the table did Song Jiyoung sit across from me and pick up her spoon.
No thanks, nothing.
As we ate, Jo Ayoung started teasing from the sofa.
"Hey, perv otaku. Why'd the shower take so long? You jerk off?"
"Didn't."
"For real? Wanna check?"
How?
"Eun-seong jerked off again? He was rock hard earlier. Every day must be exhausting."
Hyeji chimed in with her sunny commentary.
So she noticed too.
I just grabbed some kimchi without replying.
"Gross."
Jiyoung flicked my chopsticks.
Why me?
I mean, I did, but still—unfair.
"You know it's bullshit."
"Knowing doesn't make it less gross."
She said that but ate the fried egg I tore up and put on her rice without complaint.
Truth be told, Jiyoung puzzled me most compared to the simpler duo.
She hated guys, but somehow tolerated me.
Hate? Tolerate? Liking was never on the table.
"Anyway, perv otaku. After breakfast, do something with me before bed."
I looked up at Ayoung's voice.
"Like what?"
"You'll see. Just nod."
Over Jiyoung's shoulder, Ayoung met my eyes and made a ring with her fingers, pressing it to her open mouth.
A signal only I could catch.
Guess her earlier tease wasn't testing waters.
Food went down easy; I finished quick.
How long since last time? My dick was already raging hard again.