Scent-Drunk Yoon Gaeul (2)
Kwon Hyejung had performed her role as my mother and personal cum dump with remarkable diligence all day long. Just as I’d written in the Lewd Notebook, she hovered around me constantly, offering her body whenever I wanted to use it. In the car on the way to work, right on the street before heading up to the comic book cafe, inside the cafe itself, and even after we got home from closing up. All I had to do was ask, and she would sweetly milk every drop of semen out of me, no matter the time or place.
“Mother.”
At that still-awkward word, Hyejung’s face lit up with obvious delight.
“Hm? What is it? Are you finally going to sleep in Mommy’s room tonight?”
“No… I should still sleep in my own room.”
She frowned slightly at that. We had just finished showering together, so she was completely naked.
“You say that, but you’re not planning to sneak off and sleep in Bom’s room again, are you?”
“After the way you drained me all day, nothing’s coming out anymore.”
That was a lie. In fact, I had just pumped enough cum into her womb to fill a small cup. It was honestly impressive.
“I see. Mommy’s a little tired today too. I should get some sleep.”
“Yeah. It’s late. Sleep well.”
“Mmm…♥”
Feeling a pang of reluctance, I grabbed her breasts firmly and kissed her deeply. Today had been incredibly satisfying overall. The most thrilling moment was when I lifted her skirt on the street and thrust into her. The way passersby simply glanced at us and continued on their way, treating public sex as perfectly normal. The way Hyejung tried to stifle her moans so she wouldn’t make too much noise. And the way I savored her tight, elastic insides before pumping another load straight into her womb. Just remembering that twisted version of everyday life sent a shiver down my spine. The way her genuine orgasmic cries had drowned out the cafe’s soft background music. The way I sat on the stairs leading to the second floor, getting a blowjob while watching customers browse for books. Without the Lewd Notebook, none of those experiences would have been possible. I had enjoyed every single one of them today.
What should I write next…?
I already had a rough idea. The youngest daughter of this house. Our Gaeul, with her petite frame. I had already decided that the next prey for the Lewd Notebook would be Yoon Gaeul.
“Haa… Isn’t that a bit too intense for a goodnight kiss?”
“What can I do when Mother is so lewd? Your body makes me want to fuck you all day and still crave more.”
“Nngh…♥ Th-that’s a relief. From now on… I’ll have to exercise even harder…”
I patted her ass a few more times before leaving the master bedroom. It would soon be midnight. The effects of the Lewd Notebook would wear off, and the idea that a mother should relieve her son’s sexual desires would no longer feel like common sense.
“I wonder… if I keep fucking her past midnight, will she suddenly snap out of it and panic like she’s been hypnotized?”
Just thinking about it made me hard again. Of course, I had no intention of running that kind of experiment on Hyejung, Bom, or Gaeul. After all… I no longer had any blood-related family left. I couldn’t say for certain, but there was no one I could truly call family anymore. That was probably why I had developed this strange obsession with Hyejung, Bom, and Gaeul. It was closer to thinking of them as mine than as family, but they were still special to me. I didn’t want to do anything that might ruin our relationship.
“Experiments like that should be done on people I can use and throw away.”
I entered my room and opened the Lewd Notebook. For a moment I wondered if Yoon Bom might be lying on my bed waiting to greet me with a cute “Oppa, you’re back?” but unfortunately that didn’t happen. She usually streamed from nine until well past midnight, so she was probably still broadcasting.
“Today I’ll take Gaeul. Tomorrow, the sister sandwich. The day after that, the mother-daughter sandwich. Maybe I can just rotate them like that?”
I picked up a pen and quickly wrote down the sentences I had prepared in advance.
I don’t understand this at all…
I hugged the giant cat plushie that was bigger than my body while lying in bed.
Is that man really planning to keep living off us?
I was against living with those people from the beginning. I barely even remember my real father’s face, so suddenly being told “This is your new dad now” doesn’t make me see him as a father. The same goes for that so-called older brother. He’s just a stranger. An unrelated man.
Seeing how he sleeps with my sister makes it obvious. How is that family? Both Mom and my sister are missing a few screws…
I couldn’t fall asleep. I had planned to be asleep before he came home, but the scene from this morning wouldn’t leave my head.
What… was that ridiculous smell…?
I’ve been sensitive to scents since I was little. Once I smell something, I never forget it. Just thinking about a scent brings me right back to that moment, making it feel vividly real again.
Ugh… I didn’t want to remember a smell like that… No, it’s only natural for a younger sister to smell her older brother and remember it, but still…
That was when I heard a knock on my door.
“Gaeul? Are you asleep?”
“Eep…”
It was that man’s voice. The guy who became my older brother after Mom’s remarriage. The man whose scent I was supposed to smell and remember. He was standing right outside my door.
“I wanted to talk to you for a moment… Can I come in?”
“Just a second…”
A strange sense of dissonance washed over me. Why was I opening the door? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just pretend I was sleeping? What did I even have to say to this guy? Right… At the very least, I should have asked what he wanted to talk about…
I turned the handle and unlocked the door. The moment it opened, a thick masculine scent flooded in through the gap. Ah, that’s right. I’m his younger sister. A younger sister has a duty to smell her older brother and remember his scent. But I still don’t know his scent very well. So I should meet him like this and take it in properly.
“Were you sleeping?”
“N-no. So… what did you want to talk about?”
I kept the door open just a crack and looked him up and down. He was huge, both in height and build. I heard he was around 180 centimeters tall… That meant there was almost a twenty-centimeter difference between us. No, more importantly, what was this? Why did he smell so good? Did he put on cologne just for me?
“Let’s talk inside.”
“W-wait a moment…”
I tried to block him, but it was useless. The difference in strength was too obvious.
“What a cute room.”
“D-don’t just sit on my bed like that. Sit on the floor… Please sit on the floor.”
The bed was my personal space. If someone else sat or lay on it and left their scent behind, I wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. If I didn’t have spare bedding, I’d have to wait until the laundry was washed and dried before I could sleep again.
“You were pretty surprised this morning, huh?”
He naturally took my hand and pulled me toward him. The moment the distance closed, the scent pouring off his body made my head spin. Had he been working out? His well-defined arms seemed to have a light sheen of sweat. Even his neck looked slightly glossy. The scent was probably even stronger there.
“Gaeul?”
“Y-yes? Ah, yes. I… I was surprised. Yeah. By the way, Oppa’s smell… I mean… what cologne do you use? Your perfume… what kind is it?”
I wasn’t even sure what I was saying anymore. I just moved closer. Since I was wearing pajamas, our skin wasn’t touching at least.
“Cologne? I just use some cheap stuff I bought online… It has a soapy scent, I think… but I didn’t put any on today. Why? Do I smell?”
He flapped his shirt around and then pulled up the collar to sniff at it himself.
“Maybe I sweated a lot today? I did take a shower though… Here, smell for yourself. There’s really no scent.”
“……”
I reached my hand out toward Gaeul. After a brief moment of hesitation, she grabbed it and pressed her face against my wrist. Yoon Gaeul closed her eyes gently and began sniffing. The fact that she was wearing adorable dog-patterned pajamas made her look exactly like a little puppy.
“How is it? No weird smell, right?”
“J-just a second… Please wait…”
She inhaled my scent deeply, then exhaled. Eventually she even pressed her nose directly against my skin and took long, slow breaths.
She looks like some kind of addict right now…
While I was fucking Hyejung earlier today, I had asked her all sorts of things about Gaeul. That was how I learned that Yoon Gaeul was extremely sensitive to smells. When I heard that she soaked laundry in fabric softener for over two hours before washing it, and that she wouldn’t allow any strong-smelling dishes like fish or fermented soybean stew to be cooked in the house, I knew I had found the perfect angle.
This was it. This was how I would devour her.
“Haa… Wh-what is this… It smells so incredibly good… How can this just be your natural scent…? It doesn’t make any sense…”
I slowly pulled her arm, and she was drawn toward me without resistance. I wrapped my other arm around her back and gently held her shoulder. Thankfully, she didn’t react at all.
“Do you like your big brother’s scent that much?”
“Ah… N-no. It’s not… that good…”
“Then shall we get a little closer?”
“……”
“It’s fine. It’s perfectly natural for a little sister to smell her older brother. So your big brother should help you smell it better, right?”
In one smooth motion, I lifted Gaeul and sat her on my lap. She was under 160 centimeters tall with a petite frame, so she fit perfectly into my arms.
“Th-this is too much…”
“It’s okay. Don’t hold back.”