Call Me Unnie
"Um, e-excuse me... M-Miss? Miss?"
"Did I mishear you?"
"Ah, well..."
"Hmm... Now that I hear it out loud, though, it's kind of underwhelming?"
"I-is it? Sh-should I change it...?"
"Heh. Let's do that. Later. For now~."
Pat-pat-pat. Even though she was standing barely any distance from the nightstand, Unnie moved in a way that made the sound carry just like that.
Somewhere between a rattle and a scrape, the nightstand drawer announced itself as the cheap kind without rollers. The drawers in the monthly rental I'd lived in had made the same noise.
"Heeyeon, which punishment do you like?"
What came out of the drawer was a pink dildo, a little thinner and a little smaller than my forearm. The weight of the silicone thing transferred through Unnie's swaying arm. Bobbing. Bobbing.
A week after I'd fallen from a high place and opened my eyes again, I'd propped my phone against the wall, turned on the front camera, and touched myself. I'd seen that hairless place through a screen plenty of times before, but the fact that I only had to tip my head down to look at it had been thrilling enough on its own.
Years of videos stored in my head meant I wasn't ignorant of how a woman masturbated. Even so, penetration had scared me — with a man's memories, what was the difference between putting something in there and putting it in an anus? — so even at my most absorbed I'd only rubbed and kneaded at the entrance.
Only after two weeks of living like a monkey who'd just discovered masturbation did I come to my senses and go to university. The fact that three absences meant an automatic F had something to do with it, too, but still.
"Um, e-excuse me, I..."
A woman's body was different from a man's. Especially in that you could orgasm multiple times, and that the orgasms themselves lasted several times longer. As it turned out, that varied wildly from person to person too.
A woman with a man's mind. In a way, it was the absolute best setup for a debauched life, which was exactly why I'd cut way back on how often I touched myself after that. Partly to avoid the disaster of ending up in some guy's arms, and partly because my sexual values had always been fairly conservative. I wasn't the kind of person who could spend a night with a woman from a club and then say goodbye like it was nothing.
Whether I even had the ability was another matter entirely.
"I-I'm sorry. I-it's my first time, so from now on I w-won't forget."
I clenched my fists tight, curled my toes as hard as I could, and said it like that. It wasn't the answer Unnie wanted, so she shook her head. Then, dildo in one hand and the other curled into a tight fist, she looked at me. As if demanding a reply.
"...W-will the painful one... h-hurt a lot...?"
So that was how I answered. Truthfully, it was less a matter of values than the fact that my fear of penetration ran so much deeper. If Unnie hadn't kidnapped me — if she'd simply taken my drunk self to a motel that night — I would have stripped with a glad heart.
A place that hurt with just one finger. A place where the pain wasn't the kind from doujinshi but the kind from a root canal. There was no way something that size was going in there. I'd chosen the painful option, but that other choice looked like it would hurt even more.
"Hmm... Ahaha. Yeah. It'll hurt."
Unnie thought it over, then gave a little laugh and answered. I swallowed hard, braced every muscle in my stomach, and replied.
"The p-painful one..."
Unnie looked at me as if that were unexpected, said all right, and put the dildo back in the nightstand. Then she came over and climbed on top of me.
I was short. Not extremely short — a hundred and fifty-seven centimeters. Close enough to a hundred and sixty to scrape by as average, but Unnie had at least a full head on me.
She shoved the blanket aside and sat across my thighs. She kept the weight off her knees so it wasn't heavy, but the difference in our sizes came through indirectly all the same.
"You're really going with the painful one?"
Between Unnie's legs was damp. Just... that was how it felt.
"Um, M-Miss... p-please be a little gentle..."
And while I was talking, summoning the memory of that gut punch and tensing my lower belly, Unnie lay down over me the way she had before, chest to chest, and stroked her hands slowly along my arms.
"Ah...?"
"Heh."
"Th-thank you..."
So I thought she was letting me off once—
—Crack.
"Ngh."
The second joint of my right pinky.
"Aaaah, ah...!"
"Hah. Oops."
"Nngh...!"
My face whipped to the right before I could stop it. My pinky had bent into a shape so wrong it looked ready to punch through the skin, and— ah.
"There, there, it's fine. Heeyeon! A finger fracture usually heals completely in six months, you know!"
I thought of chicken feet. It felt like a single joint of bone was being sucked clean out of my mouth.
"Aaaaaaah...!"
Humans were sad animals who suffered more when they looked at the wound. Medical workers were supposed to keep injured people from seeing the injury.
"Ngyaah...! Aaaah...!"
"Ahaha."
Unnie's eyes were fixed on me. Even when I made a fist with my right hand, the pinky only twitched a little forward and back.
"S-Sunbae..! I-it hurts..!"
People usually said your vision went white at times like this, but the pain wasn't quite that bad, so forming sentences wasn't a problem. Unnie brought a finger to my mouth, shaped a shushing gesture, rubbed my lips a few times, and then spoke.
"The soundproofing's good, so I'm not worried about that... but I don't really like noise. Understand for me, okay?"
"...Nnh..."
Mm. I shut my mouth. A searing heat bloomed out from the bent pinky. Unnie reached out and stroked it.
"..Ngh...!"
Dizzy, hot, stinging. Somewhere in between those, a sensation screamed.
Crazy bitch. Crazy bitch. Closing my mouth kept the words from getting out, but inside my head I was repeating them at high speed. The gut punch had carried a risk of organ damage, but at least that risk wasn't immediate. If you controlled the intensity.
All that bracing in my stomach had been pointless.
It wasn't enough to make tears fall, but they'd gathered enough to shimmer in front of my eyes. Unnie dipped her head and kissed my cheek and my lips, then rubbed her nose against mine.
I wanted to touch my pinky. With the hand on the opposite side. I was lying on the bed with my guts laid bare. I was scared.
Scared.
When Unnie's lips came close I sucked in a useless breath and shut my eyes without meaning to. Her mouth opened beside my ear.
"Just now you called me sunbae again, didn't you? So what'll it be this time?"
My closed eyes wouldn't open. Unnie let the tension out of her legs so I felt her full weight. She was so much heavier than me. As if erasing the option of overpowering her by force.
—
Hic, hiiic. The sound of crying. Even to my own ears it was so wretched that if it had been someone else, I would have stopped walking to see what was wrong.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Ngh, mmph, hic. N-no."
My voice was so clogged it sounded ridiculous, but Unnie didn't let it show and just looked at my hand. Resetting a dislocated finger — especially when the person doing it wasn't a professional — hurt so enormously that the fixing hurt worse than the breaking, past the point where you could ignore the pain.
In my previous life I'd never broken a bone. Not even a tooth. I wanted to believe I was crying because of a fear I'd never felt before.
"Hmm. Was that too much?"
I started to answer, then decided I'd only mess up again and just kept crying. I squeezed the tears out.
Two fingers had been treated in a clumsy fashion. Something like a popsicle stick pressed alongside them and tape wound round and round. For all that she called it treatment, the pain did seem to be ebbing little by little. Seemed to, anyway.
"Still, you've taken your punishment so cleanly this way. So from now on you just have to be careful, right?"
Unnie stroked my cheek. Tear-soaked hair stuck to my face and then peeled away.
"R-right."
"Mm. Good girl, Heeyeon. You don't even swear."
Her lips came to my cheek, made a soft little sound, and pulled away. At some point the room had gotten so cold that one blanket didn't seem like enough.
"Anyway, let's just go with Unnie for the title. How about it? It'll sit better in your mouth, and it sounds nice too."
"Ah, okay, oka... yes."
Maybe from crying so long, my voice shook badly.
"Mm. Then let's eat. I'll feed you. You're right-handed, after all."
"...Yes."
Unnie unlocked the right handcuff. The key went into her pants pocket.
My right hand found its freedom, and I could finally sit up. The first thing that free right hand did was stroke my lower belly.
—
Sleep wouldn't come. And unlike the usual sleepless night, I couldn't toss and turn either.
"..."
I crushed down the surge of emotion that rose for a moment, and reminded myself that one day had just disappeared from the three weeks. Unnie was a crazy bitch. Just for calling her sunbae, my finger had been dislocated.
I was glad I hadn't shared my thoughts with anyone. The moment I remembered thinking about settlement money or getting my job back afterward, another laugh nearly escaped, so I forced my face blank.
Get the title wrong, punishment. Don't listen, punishment. Do something 'bad,' punishment. Every promise that crazy bitch had handed me today was like that. Three weeks felt impossibly far away.
My finger hurt. The belly she'd hit much earlier had improved some, but it still throbbed.
If I really had to fill out the full three weeks before being rescued, I might have to live the rest of my life with a slightly ugly right ring finger and pinky.
I had to be careful. Really careful. There were so many conditions for keeping that crazy bitch happy that I had to recite them one by one.
The time left was twenty days.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. Anything to make the time pass faster.