Threesome Sex with a Female Friend's Boyfriend (4)
“Slurp… smack. Suuuuuck….”
“Ugh…!! O-oh… nn… I’m coming…”
That evening, Yeji once again hollowed her cheeks around my cock and refused to let go. The near-vacuum of her blowjob was too much; I came in thick, pulsing spurts straight into her mouth. She didn’t so much as blink. She calmly swept her hair back and swallowed every drop.
Even after that she milked the last of the semen from my urethra with her fist, wringing it out like laundry until nothing remained, then lightly patted the head of my cock as if to say I’d done well.
“...Five minutes’ rest, then we go straight into sex, Jihoon.”
“Y-yes…”
“Um, if you don’t mind… today again, that way…”
Of course, the “that way” Yeji meant was my ass. I gave an awkward smile and nodded.
...If we keep doing nothing but anal every single day, what happens if my health starts to suffer later…
Lately Yeji and I had fucked so many times I’d lost count, yet the number of times we’d used her pussy could be counted on one hand. By now even I found her asshole more familiar and comfortable than her cunt. And when I pulled out after finishing, I loved watching that gaping hole—wide enough to take a fist—flutter open and shut while it gave off a thick, musky smell.
...Well, if she likes it, there’s nothing I can do… Who would ever guess that a woman this pretty on the outside loves anal this much?
Thinking that, I smiled contentedly and held Yeji in my arms. Between rounds she liked to knead my balls and chat quietly. Today, too, she played with the heavy pair that filled her hands while she murmured to me.
“...Jihoon, come to think of it, that girl hasn’t shown up lately. The one who was stalking me last time.”
“...Ah… you mean Ayoung. I haven’t seen her in a while either.”
In truth I’d met her just last week and even gotten a massage in the women’s locker room, but I lied to keep Yeji from worrying. Yeji tilted her head.
“But didn’t you say Ayoung was one of the students in the class? Then won’t you run into her soon?”
“...Yeah, probably… Still, I’d rather not see her if I can help it.”
Last time Ayoung had apologized for what she’d done to Yeji, but something about it still felt off. Honestly I couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed with me that she’d even hurt the people around me. Falling for someone after one chance meeting at an arcade as kids made no sense either. It wasn’t as if I had celebrity looks, and back then I hadn’t even been this big.
...She’s a mystery in every way… I just hope she stays quiet like this.
Right as that thought crossed my mind, my phone buzzed with a rapid string of KakaoTalk messages. Wondering who would message at this hour, I opened it.
She’d walked it back as a joke, but the edge in her tone was unmistakable. A chill ran down my spine and my face went pale.
...This crazy bitch, what is she planning now… Do I answer or not?
After a moment’s hesitation I forced myself to reply.
Ayoung answered with perfect nonchalance.
I stared at the screen with open suspicion. Then she added something that made my blood run cold.
I scowled and hammered out a reply.
I was staring at the phone with a look of pure dread when Yeji noticed something was off and asked quietly,
“Who are you talking to that makes your face look like that, Jihoon? Is something wrong?”
“Ah… d-don’t worry about it, Yeji. Nothing’s going to happen…”
I tried to sound casual to reassure her, but I don’t think it worked. Then Ayoung’s next message arrived.
“Wh-what…? What the hell is this?”
I raised my voice without meaning to at Ayoung’s absurd claim.
...Hurts the people around me…? That’s bullshit. Who the hell…
The moment the thought formed, one face flashed through my mind and my cheeks burned. As if she’d read my mind, Ayoung messaged again.
My eyes went wide. I stared at the screen for a second, then shot to my feet. Yeji blinked up at me in surprise.
“Are you okay, Jihoon…? There really is something, isn’t there…”
“...Sorry, Yeji. I just need to step out for a bit.”
I pulled her into a tight hug, then threw on clothes in a frantic rush and bolted out the door. I ran straight for my friend Seungheon’s place. Even while I ran, one thought kept circling in my head.
...Say something really did happen to Seungheon. How the hell would Ayoung know about it? What even is she? No—drop that for now. Just pray nothing’s wrong…
I sprinted the whole way, desperately hoping Ayoung had only been testing me. When I reached Seungheon’s apartment, the front door stood wide open—an ominous sign. No one leaves their door flung open like that, not even in the middle of a sweltering summer. Something had definitely happened.
The second I rushed inside I heard a raw, broken sob.
“Th-that voice… Daye?”
I crept farther in and, sure enough, found Daye collapsed in front of the bed, crying her eyes out.
“W-why are you here…”
“...J-Jihoon. Why are you…”
I met her red, swollen eyes for a moment, then realized what she was staring at and froze solid where I stood.
From the fixture where the ceiling light should have hung, a snapped electrical cord dangled loosely. Seungheon had tried to hang himself from it; the cord had broken, and now he lay unconscious on the floor. Daye had gotten here one step ahead of me, found the scene, and had been weeping under the weight of her guilt ever since.
“....Ah.”
Looking down at Seungheon’s limp body, a memory from the past slammed into me so hard the room spun. Back then Yumin had been lying on the floor just like this—shriveled like a mummy, a sight both ghastly and heartbreaking.
“I’m sorry… baby… I’m so sorry… It’s my fault… hic…”
While Daye clung to her unconscious boyfriend and sobbed, I pressed a hand to my forehead and staggered backward. If that cord hadn’t snapped, I would have been staring at another corpse right now.
...Why… why is this happening again…
Of course there was no need to ask why. Daye, Seungheon, and I all knew perfectly well that what we’d done hadn’t been “homework.”
Seungheon must have wanted to believe, right up to the end, that even if Daye had been cheating under the excuse of assignments, there was still a side of her she showed only to her boyfriend. That cheating and loving were two different things.
I had crushed that hope without mercy. Far from having a special face she reserved for her boyfriend, Daye had given me expressions Seungheon would never see in his entire life. That wasn’t Daye’s fault. Every woman who slept with me made those faces; I’d never seen one who didn’t.
If I had to make an excuse, at the time I’d decided it would be better to use this whole mess to cut Daye and her boyfriend cleanly apart rather than let the awkward relationship drag on. I’d told myself it would be kinder to Seungheon himself. And that decision had led us here.
He’d been lucky enough to survive, but from now on Seungheon would live a life that wasn’t really living. Daye, too, would be crushed by guilt and never manage a normal relationship with anyone again.
Obviously the primary cause of everything was Daye. Some people would look at her crying so pitifully now and feel nothing but disgust. After all, she was the one who’d had a boyfriend yet still found every excuse to cheat with me.
Of course I shared the blame for never drawing a line with her. But I still couldn’t shake one question.
Forget whose fault or whose responsibility it was. Before any of that—
If this Sex Practice Class had never existed in the first place.
If the Common Sense Alteration itself had never happened.
Wouldn’t Daye have simply kept her feelings for me buried and stayed the easygoing neighborhood girl-friend she’d always been? Almost certainly. That was how we’d been for years before this.
Then none of this tragedy would ever have started. Daye and her boyfriend might have stayed an ordinary couple and even gotten married without a hitch.
I stood there with both hands pressed to my forehead, face dark with those thoughts, when another KakaoTalk message arrived.
Apparently Ayoung was certain Seungheon was dead.
...“Again”… Just how much does this girl know about me?
I couldn’t answer. I just stared at the phone with a bloodless face until another message came through.