That One's Mine, Though?
"That's mine, though?"
Lee Jian was actually licking me.
Looking up at me with those slightly sharp eyes gone half-lidded, as if checking for my reaction. Seeing her like that, she reminded me of a cat grooming itself. Had Jian always been this pretty?
Suuuck—
"Ah...!"
"Feels good?"
At the sound that escaped me on pure reflex, the corners of Jian's eyes curved ever so slightly. And then, as if she'd just gained a fresh dose of confidence, she came at me boldly with her parted lips.
Chomp!
"Aaagh!!! What are you doing?!"
"What...? You said to do it like I was eating ice cream...."
"That part's right, but you're supposed to lick it or suck it..!"
"I bite my ice cream....."
"This is NOT actual ice cream..!!"
"Mmph...."
What kind of conversation was I even having with Jian right now? Then again, she was drunk out of her mind. But was it really okay for me to just lie here and let it happen? Wasn't I supposed to stop her?
"Jian, you...."
"Right... this isn't the real thing...."
"What..? Hey, hey, HEY...!"
Cunning as ever. Even as I made a show of stopping her, the hand I reached out did absolutely nothing. I could have blocked it just fine. Could have stopped Jian from dragging my underwear down.
Shnk—
The underwear hauled downward caught at my knees, and my cock, furious and fully roused, bared itself to the air. Jian's eyes wavered wildly at the sight—no surprise there, since mine ran unusually large.
"The ice cream's... too big... it's ugly...."
"Ugly things are good for you."
Crazy woman. What the hell was she even saying? And why was I reacting like that to it?!
"Really...? Then... thanks for the meaaal... haaah..."
"Ah...!"
Jian's tongue, thrust out fully once more, made contact. This time it wasn't soaking through my underwear—it was soaking me directly. From below, sweeping upward. Here, there, into every nook and crevice.
Then she gripped my thoroughly dampened cock in her hand and pulled it downward, gazed blankly at the glans aimed at her like a gun barrel, and gave it a light flick of the tongue.
"This part's soft. It's cute... mwah... shloop..."
"Aah...!!"
After a few licks, she wrapped her lips around the head and suckled away at it. The intense stimulation made my hands close around Jian's head all on their own.
"Stroke it with your hand while you suck...!"
"Mmph!! Mmm..... shloop..! shlp..! shlp...!"
She shook her head a little with an annoyed, whiny little huff, as if throwing a tantrum—then did exactly as I'd asked, stroking my shaft while sucking hard on the head.
How long had it been since a woman went down on me? Honestly, my experience wasn't extensive to begin with—my ex, Min Iseul, and some older woman I met at a club whose name I couldn't even remember. That was the entire list. Compared to those two, Jian was terribly clumsy, but insanely stimulating. Because it was Jian. That mouth—the one that only ever spat out things I didn't want to hear, that snapped, whined, griped, and cursed—was wrapped around my cock.
Maybe that was why. I wanted to punish her—stuff that bratty mouth of hers full until she learned her lesson.
"Slrp... shloop... Mgh?!! Urk...! Gghk...!!"
"Aaaah....!"
I yanked the head I was holding and pushed my hips forward. My cock crammed deep into her mouth. Not all the way in, but I could feel her mouth packed to the brim.
"Ugh..! Urk...!!"
"Bear with it. You started this."
"Ghhhk...!!"
She smacked my thigh with her palm and dug her nails in. I paid it no mind—pinning her head steady between both hands, I rocked my hips slowly.
"Urk...! Gck...! Ughhk....!!"
"Ah..! Aah....!"
Fast learner, apparently. She had every reason to bare her teeth, but she didn't. Drool stringing from the corners of her mouth, she covered her teeth with her lips as much as she could and endured, keeping them from scraping against the cock gliding in and out of her mouth. Part of me wanted to keep going forever, but this was the limit.
"Puhaa!! Haah...! Haah...! Haaaah......!"
"......"
The moment I pulled out, she gulped down air in heaving pants, my cock—slathered in her spit—resting across her open mouth and nose, drool dripping freely from her lips and the chin she'd tilted up to hold me.
"You like... tormenting me...?"
"I do."
"You perverted bastard.... haaah...."
"Ah....."
Head tipped back, eyes glazed and hazy, she looked up at me and started licking the cock draped across her face all over again. God, it was obscene. So obscene I wanted to cross every line there was. But it had been so long that I already felt ready to blow.
"Keep stroking it..! While you lick the tip...!!"
"Ssss.... haaaah....."
"Aah....!!"
As she kept working my shaft and flicked the tip of her tongue against the head, the urge to finish exploded. In the end I shoved the head back between her lips and erupted on the spot. And I filled it—filled Jian's mouth to overflowing with my cum.
Throb!!! Throb!!! Throb!!! Throb!!! Throb!!!
"Aaaah....!!"
"Mph?!! Mph!! Mmph...!! Mmmph..!!!!!"
I didn't let go of her head. Not until I'd wrung out the very last drop.
"Ah.... sorry...."
"Mmmphh!!! Mph...!!"
Jian grumbled and growled as if cursing me out, glancing around in a panic, hunting for somewhere to spit out the load in her mouth—and right at that moment, the front door burst open. She and I locked eyes, both of us frozen wide.
Then we moved. I yanked up my pants and underwear in a flash while Jian, still on her knees, tipped sideways—simply toppling over onto the floor as if she'd fainted on the spot. Swallowing everything in her mouth.
Gulp!!!
"......"
Holy shit... she actually swallowed it..?
"We weren't finished talking, unni...? Unni!! Wh-what happened?!"
"Oh my...! W-well.... looks like she fainted all of a sudden? Haha....."
"Wh, what do we do..! 911...."
"No! She just drank too much and fell asleep!"
"Really..? Then she's okay...?"
"She's fine! Really fine! I'll carry her to her room myself."
"Oh... okay.... thank you...."
So I scooped up the "sleeping" Jian and carried her to her room. But seriously, why had she done that? I couldn't exactly ask with Hayeon hovering right beside me. Should I bring it up tomorrow? Surely she wouldn't have the nerve to claim she didn't remember. Nah. No way.
Somehow, I'd known this would happen.
"I cursed at him?" Hair sticking out in every direction, Jian stared at me in disbelief.
"Yeah! You kept hammering the doorbell and screaming at oppa to come out! So apologize, right now!"
"Forget it. No apology needed."
"Unni..!!"
"Haah... sorry. There. Happy?"
"An apology has to be sincere...."
"Ugh, whatever! Whatever! My head hurts, so quit nagging me!"
"It's fine, Hayeon. I'm okay, so let it go."
"B, but still...."
It wasn't an apology I wanted. I wanted to know why she'd done it in the first place.
"But you seriously don't remember any of it?"
"Nope. If you feel wronged, go curse me out too."
"Ha.... whatever, just go sober up. And Hayeon, get ready to head out."
"G-, g-, going out..?"
"Where do you think you're taking my sister?! No, why are YOU going out with my sister!!"
"You don't need to know."
"That jerk..!! Where are you taking her!!!!"
She never got an answer from me, so I didn't give her one either. Not that this was the part worth getting curious about.
"A walk..?"
"Yeah. I still don't know the neighborhood well. Figured I'd look around and get some walking in. Do you not want to?"
"N-no, not at all! I'd love to!"
"Love to?"
"Yes..? Oh....!! I-I mean the walk! I meant I'd like the walk....!"
"Pfft!! I know. No misunderstanding here. Shall we head this way?"
"....Okaay..."
And so I set off through the neighborhood with Hayeon, who was flustered over absolutely nothing. It was such a quiet area that the cars parked along the walls outnumbered the people passing by. Perfect atmosphere for a conversation.
"Think I could get the answer I didn't get yesterday?"
"Yes..?"
"Why men make you uncomfortable."
"Oh....."
The air around Hayeon shifted just like it had yesterday, and she stopped dead in her tracks, head bowed. I quickly took her arm and pulled—she came along limply, tucking neatly into my chest.
"O-, o-, oppa...?"
"Looked like we were about to get hit."
"Oh....."
VROOOOM!! A delivery bike of some sort came tearing down the street first thing in the morning, blurring off into the distance. Hayeon scrambled backward the instant it passed.
"Th, thank you...."
"It's nothing. My fault for not thinking ahead. Walk on this side."
"Okaay.... thank you...."
I positioned Hayeon along the wall and myself toward the middle of the road, and we started walking again. While I listened to her answer.
"I see..."
A father who came with the full three-piece set: alcohol, gambling, and violence. Her parents divorced and her mother remarried, but the new father turned out to be exactly the same kind of man—and that was when men started to terrify her.
"How old were you when that happened?"
"Th, the divorce was when I was eight... and the remarriage, nine...."
"At that age, yeah, that'd absolutely leave a trauma... Must have been so hard on you."
"It was... very scary...."
"Then why am I okay?"
"I, I, I wouldn't say I'm completely okay.... b, but you seem like a good person..."
"Me? What makes you say that?"
"Even after everything that happened to you... you never got angry, not once..."
Strangers living in my house. Getting whacked with a helmet. Getting my cheek and my junk kicked in. And yet, because I never blew up over any of it, she says I'm a little less frightening. Which, of course, also means I'm still frightening.
"......"
"What? Are your legs hurting?"
"I, I'm fine...!"
"Sure you are. You don't get out and walk around much, do you?"
"No.... going outside is hard for me....."
"Figured as much. Your skin's unusually pale. I half thought someone had colored you in with white paint."
"Oh..... is, is that weird..?"
"Not at all~ It's a huge charm. I like pale girls, you know."
"Yes...?"
"Don't get the wrong idea—I'm not hitting on you."
"I, I'm so sorryyy....."
She panicked over everything I said. Adorable, honestly.
"By the way, is your eyesight really bad?"
"Oh.... th, these are just... glasses for eye protection...."
"Really?? Can I try them on?"
"M-, my glasses??"
"Yeah."
"Oh.... j, just a moment...!"
"You don't have to wipe them. Hand them over."
"H, here...."
I put the glasses on—and nothing changed. Which meant they had little to no prescription in them at all.
"Guess they really are just for protection."
"Yeah..."
Truthfully, the glasses weren't what I was curious about. I was curious what she looked like without them. Because the first time I'd seen Hayeon without them, she'd been genuinely beautiful. And I hadn't been imagining it.
Her face, her figure—she was honestly gorgeous. She barely ever left the house, so with a body like that, was it just a natural gift?
"Can't you just not wear the glasses?"
"Wh, why..?"
"Because you're way prettier without them."
"......"
"Hayeon??"
I waved a hand in front of her face, but even her eyes had stopped moving. Then, on that statue-still frame, a blush ignited in sequence—from the sliver of collarbone peeking out, up her neck, across her cheeks, all the way to the tip of her forehead visible between her bangs. Like her face might burst into flame at any second.
"A, are you okay...?"
"......"
Still no answer. Creaking like a rusted robot, she turned herself around. Then she started walking, and gave her answer as she went.
"I, I, I, I'll th-think about it....!"
"Huh... but you......"
"Yes?!"
"Your arm and your leg are swinging together right now?"
"......"
Head lowered, Hayeon noticed her arm and leg moving in perfect sync, tried to correct it a few times, and failed every single time. So the walk had to end there. I couldn't exactly let her roam the streets like a rank-F rookie.
In the end, I spent the whole day lazing around the house. Nine months left until I went back to university.
"Maybe I'll just take that trip like I always planned?"
When I got discharged, I'd saved up a fat stack of salary for a trip abroad—but that was off the table for the time being.
"Hayeon did ask me to help her...."
Talking with her. Staying by her side. I'd promised to do that much, so the trip went on hold for a while. It would only take two or three months anyway—until the sisters got their lease deposits back.
"So what do I do in the meantime? Ah... no idea. Sleep first, figure it out later."
Before I knew it, it was past midnight. I settled into a position on the bed I'd been rolling around on and closed my eyes. Just as I was finally sinking into sleep—
BANG!!
The door flew open and someone walked in. Only one person alive would barge in without so much as a knock.
"Whew.... Hey, Jian. Let's work on our manners, yeah?"
"I'm not Jiaaan~"
"Gah, you scared me..! Han Ji— no, I mean, Auntie??"
I shot upright to check, and sure enough, Han Jihee was staggering toward me. One look told you she was drunk. Had she gotten the rooms mixed up?
"You know we switched rooms this morning, right??"
"Mmm.... Noo~ heehee"
"......"
"But who are youu~? That's my bed..... and you didn't even ask......"
It's MY bed, actually.
Yesterday it was Jian barging in drunk off her face, and today it's Han Jihee?
"Whew.... This is my bed, and this is my room. Your room moved down the hall this morning. And for the record, I'm Seo Woojin—the landlord."
"Landlord...? Oh! Seo Woojin. You're Woojin, the student.... heehee... but why are you in my room??"
"Because it's my room."
"Mmm.... but this is my roooom....."
"A-, Auntie?? WAAGH!!"
Thump— She climbed up onto the bed on her knees and collapsed straight into my arms. Which sent me toppling backward flat onto the mattress along with her. But the bigger problem wasn't even the situation itself.
"Haaah....."
"Oogh!! Why are you breathing all over my face...! Auntie! Pull yourself together!!"
Exhaling a breath thick with booze, Han Jihee blinked down at me and just stared.
"Oh, right.... I moved rooms, didn't I..."
"Glad you remember. Come on, get up. I'll walk you to your— Oof!"
Pressing down hard on my chest, Han Jihee pushed herself up while shaking her head.
"Mmm-mm~ I can go by myself."
"Will you really be okay..?"
"Of course~ I'm fiiine~ heehee"
"You really don't seem like it....."
"Oh! But first, let me grab my stuff. It'd be way too embarrassing if you caught me again, Woojin...."
Something she'd left behind? I'd finished packing up even my own things. I had no memory of ever seeing anything that belonged to Han Jihee. She must have been mistaken. Except—why was she getting closer?
Her chest—its presence impossible to hide even under a blouse—was closing in on my face. If she and Hayeon ever stood side by side, the result would be absolutely catastrophic. Wait. No, that's not the point.
"U, um..! You're too clo... mmph!!"
"Huh...? It should be under the pillow....."
"Mmph!!!"
If I ever died of suffocation, this is exactly how I'd want to go—crushed beneath breasts so enormous that each one seemed bigger than my entire face. Meanwhile, I was losing my mind. Soft flesh smearing across my face with every move she made. The scent of her skin mingling with her perfume. No. Not now. This is not your moment to rise!
THWAP!!
Ah... It stood up in the end. My cock, rigid and upright as could be.
Meanwhile, Han Jihee—her hand rummaging under the pillow—finally lifted the chest that had been smothering my face.
"Strange.... where did it go..?"
"What on earth are you even looking for..! Wouldn't it be in your room, not here??"
"I know I left it here.... Oh?? Found it."
Found it? Han Jihee turned her head and reached out. I looked too—and in that very instant.
Grab!!
Her hand closed around it. My cock, pitching a tent under the thin blanket.
"Found it... my thing... heehee...."
Excuse me. That one's mine, actually?