More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers (3): Morning Anticipation at the Semi-Basement
Semi-basement villa. That very morning.
“……”
The day Sung Taekyung was supposed to come over to her place to help relieve her urges had finally arrived.
Han Mina had been fidgeting restlessly since breakfast, her eyes darting around busily.
Unable to stand the sight any longer, her younger twin sister—her first dongsaeng—finally spoke up reluctantly.
“…Sis, I get that you're excited, but aren't you being a bit too obvious?”
“Wh-what?! What do you mean?!”
“We know today's the day you're meeting Taekyung oppa, but do you really have to flaunt it like this in front of us~?”
“Wh-what are you talking about?! Why would Sung Taekyung come up all of a sudden?!”
Han Mina had done her best to act natural in front of her sisters, not wanting them to catch on to her embarrassing private life.
But her sharp-eyed little sisters had already pieced it together by yesterday, pretty much convinced about what had her so worked up.
“Our workaholic sis takes a voluntary vacation less than a month after starting a job, and this morning, you didn't even take your heat suppressant. You have to take it on an empty stomach before meals for it to work properly.”
“And since the day before yesterday, you've been glancing at your smartphone nonstop—something you usually ignore. All of big sis's behavior points to a secret rendezvous with Taekyung oppa, so of course we'd suspect.”
“J-just eat your breakfast already…. You two need to head to school soon….”
Han Jina and Han Seona pressed on with their interrogation, undeterred by Han Mina's obvious attempt to change the subject—a deflection so transparent anyone could see through it.
“Perfect timing, sis. Taekyung oppa's even helping with your heat. Doesn't that mean you're basically there already?”
“Sh-shut up…. What do you know, Jina….”
“Six years… no, almost eight years of one-sided love finally bearing fruit.”
“It's not one-sided love, okay?! I just paid him a tiny bit more attention than those other lame guys!”
“We call that one-sided love.”
“Ah, I said it's not….”
It hadn't been like this even a month ago, back when things were normal between her and her twin sisters.
Han Mina had been the admirable big sister who worked tirelessly to pay off the debts their parents left behind, cutting back on her days off to cover their school fees.
But ever since her secret meeting with Sung Taekyung got exposed to her two dongsaengs, she'd been subjected to this kind of teasing prying into her relationship with him.
She couldn't respond coldly because Han Mina had her own guilt toward her sisters—reason enough to feel bad about holding back.
Around the time Jina and Seona began manifesting their animal awakening abilities in earnest, along with the unavoidable animal instinct of heat cycles just like hers, Han Mina had advised her sisters to keep their distance from Sung Taekyung as much as possible.
She'd witnessed him enduring all sorts of harassment and groping stress back in hunter training high school.
She worried that if they couldn't control their instincts, they'd end up being a nuisance to him.
And she didn't want to see her sisters getting knocked out by Kang Hyeun's shield charge either.
Kang Hyeun back then had been terrifying even to Han Mina—a woman who beat down every female who lunged at Sung Taekyung with eyes full of murderous intent.
…Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't scared of her now, either.
Anyway, Han Mina's advice back then had been well-intentioned, and the twins had understood, deliberately keeping their distance from Sung Taekyung and following her guidance faithfully.
They harbored affectionate, brotherly feelings toward him as their close friend's little sisters.
They figured it was better to part ways leaving a good impression rather than letting things sour in some ugly way—and they'd barely convinced themselves of that.
…Plus, they secretly harbored thoughts of maybe giving it one last shot after graduation if the chance arose.
So they'd stepped back based solely on their sister's words.
But then they learned their own sister had been secretly meeting Sung Taekyung behind their backs—or so they thought—which was more than enough to make them feel betrayed.
Luckily, Sung Taekyung's explanation had cleared things up: she hadn't been sneaking around.
Still, whenever talk of Sung Taekyung came up—like a thief with guilty feet—Han Mina couldn't bring herself to deny it strongly.
“H-he's just… just helping with my urges, that's all…. Not like he's my boyfriend or anything….”
“Things usually start physical and turn emotional. From the moment Taekyung oppa volunteered to help with big sis's urges, it seems like he already has feelings too.”
“Yeah, exactly. What guy helps with a girl's urges if he doesn't like her? Even for close friends, that's crossing a line.”
“…H-ha, but he already has a girlfriend besides me, and… it's a complicated situation I can't really explain to you two….”
“…So it's really nothing more than him just helping with your urges?”
Han Mina nodded quietly, her head bobbing up and down.
“Alright, got it.”
“Y-yeah, as long as you understand….”
“So if I ask Taekyung oppa to help me with my urges later, you really won't mind at all, right? Since it's no big deal.”
“……What?”
Seeing the bewildered expression flash across Han Mina's face, Han Jina grinned and stood from her seat.
“Knew it. Why pretend it's nothing?”
“N-no, that's not….”
“…Thanks for the meal. Good luck, big sis.”
“W-wait, you two are misunderstanding….”
Her protests fell on deaf ears; she no longer held even a shred of authority as the big sister.
“Since you're even taking vacation for this date, use the chance to take things further.”
“Yeah! If you don't have anything cute to wear, feel free to borrow my clothes!”
“Or should we pick something for you? With big sis's fashion sense, it'd probably be another baggy T-shirt and loose pants….”
Han Mina quietly shook her head at her excited sisters rattling off suggestions.
“N-no…. I don't need clothes….”
“What do you mean? On a day like this, you gotta switch up your style to catch his eye right away….”
“That's not it…. We're not going out; we're meeting at the house….”
“…Huh?”
“…What?”
“I-I asked if he wanted to meet outside, but suggesting that felt too serious, so I said let's just do it here. Less pressure for him, no wasting money on a room, and….”
“……”
“……”
Jina and Seona were left speechless at their sister's pathetic lameness, even on a day like this.
“…Sis, are you an idiot?”
“……”
She had no comeback for that.
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“Hoo…”
After sending her two sisters off to school, Han Mina finally let out a sigh of relief.
Why were they so invested in her love life anyway?
She replayed the twins' parting words as they left through the front door.
‘Well, since it's come to this, Seona and I will stick around for night self-training. Best we can do to help sis.’
‘We'll clear out as long as possible, so big sis, have a great time with Taekyung oppa.’
She almost blurted out that they didn't need to go that far….
But the words didn't make it past her lips.
Because Han Mina didn't want to miss out on alone time with Sung Taekyung either.
It meant no unwanted interruptions mid-intimacy like last time—turning everything awkward. Not a bad deal for her.
The memory of keeping his cock inside her even after sex, sharing affection for so long afterward.
Her face flushed beet red at the thought.
“…N-no, first things first—I need to prepare….”
With Sung Taekyung already set to come to her place, she had to get ready for his arrival.
She couldn't let him see a messy house, so cleaning and dishes were a must. And given the purpose, other preparations were needed too.
“Sh-should I shower first…?”
If they were meeting outside, maybe not—but waiting for him at home meant grooming was essential.
The semi-basement studio combined living room and kitchen into one room, with just a single attached bathroom/toilet.
Stepping out post-shower meant inevitably flashing her freshly washed naked body, like it or not.
That could get awkward, so to preempt it, she decided to shower early.
She tossed her clothes into the laundry basket and headed straight into the bathroom.
She wet her body under the weak, lukewarm stream, soaking her hair.
Her usual soap-only routine got an upgrade that day: she borrowed her sisters' shampoo and body wash, scrubbing meticulously.
Hair, face, neck, armpits, breasts, groin, ankles, toes…. She washed every nook and cranny, paranoid about any whiff of odor.
Then her hand—and washcloth—suddenly paused in one spot.
“……”
It was her ass. Precisely, the tight cleft and the little hole nestled there.
The moment her fingers brushed near it, memories of their last sex flooded back.
Sung Taekyung suddenly slipping a finger into her anus mid-fuck, stirring it gleefully, hitting some pleasure spot in her rectum that forced her to transform.
Recalling that, Han Mina's face naturally heated up.
“……Damn it.”
There was shame, of course—her own body forcibly transformed by someone else's hand.
But that wasn't the main reason for her blush.
It was the instinctive pleasure that had slammed through her in that involuntary transformation.
And the even better sex that followed, with him stroking her transformed ears and tail.
Remembering that made her body react despite herself.
“Hah… that jerk Sung Taekyung's probably gonna finger my ass again….”
Last time, things were so rushed she had no chance to block his finger from her back hole, letting him toy with her anus like a plaything right up to the end.
Ask if she hated it? Absolutely not.
“Should I tell him no this time…? But refusing after letting him last time feels weird….”
That previous fuck happened during her heat; she'd skipped meals and rested, so his anal fingering hadn't led to any extra mess.
But if—if he tried the same prank again, she'd need to clean her front and back thoroughly.
“J-just… just prepare, that's all….”
Purely to avoid embarrassment. Not because she was looking forward to a finger in her ass.
Han Mina soothed herself like that as she carefully fingered inside to clean thoroughly.
“Nngh… hnn….”
A finger was barely within acceptable limits. It had happened once already; that much was fine.
But even so….
“N-no way am I letting his dick in there….”
That was a hard no. Anal sex was too humiliating and degrading for a woman.
Letting a guy who wasn't even her boyfriend do that? She'd prevent that absurdity at all costs.
Permission extended only to a single finger. Just that, for preparation's sake.
She brainwashed herself with that mantra over and over.
No cock. Never gonna allow his cock in there…!