An Unordinary Everyday
— The next day —
When I woke up that morning, it wasn't Mom at the counter but Noona, working her way through a pile of abalone.
"You're up? This is a little… ngh… harder than I thought…"
She answered without looking up, prying the meat free with a knife.
"Want me to help?"
"Really?"
"What, you think I'd lie about that?"
I stepped up beside her, took a toothbrush, and lifted one of the abalone, scrubbing it clean. She watched me work with open surprise—and more than a little delight that I was doing it with her.
"Noona, doesn't this look like something?"
I pinched the cleaned abalone shut and held it up to her, teasing. She tilted her head, then caught on, and her cheeks went red.
"Looks just like yours~ Heh."
"Th-that's not… true…"
She buried herself in prying the next one free, determined not to look at me. I finished scrubbing the rest, then went to check on Mom.
She was sleeping soundly. I laid my hand lightly on her forehead—almost no fever left. The medicine packets on the nightstand were empty; she'd taken everything. Looking down at her peaceful face, my eyes caught on her full, soft lips. The blanket covered her, but one corner had slipped just enough that her bra came into view.
Gulp.
Even under the covers, Mom's curves were impossible to hide. Still, I didn't wake her. She needed the rest more than anything.
Getting better comes first.
Reluctantly, I left her and went back out. Noona was putting together a meal—clumsy in places, but surprisingly capable. She steamed the abalone, seasoned the bean sprouts, and set out doenjang stew and fried eggs for breakfast.
"What's Sua up to?"
"Probably studying…?"
Sua, who held an unspoken special privilege just for being the one who studied. The whole family treated it like the most natural thing in the world. No one ever said it out loud, but I was starting to realize her place in the household hierarchy sat higher than I'd thought.
"Noona, I'll make Mom's porridge. You do the dishes."
"Okay~"
She didn't question me anymore. Back when I lived alone, I'd gotten sick often enough that I'd made porridge for myself more times than I could count. It was simple—rice, plenty of water, boil it until it was done. I added some of the steamed abalone and a can of tuna for a little more nutrition.
Creak.
"Mom. Porridge."
"Nnngh…"
She pushed herself up with effort, body still heavy and sluggish.
"How are you feeling?"
"I think I'm better… everything except the headache…"
"I made it with abalone and tuna. Try it."
"Thank you… I feel almost fine now, so I'll take care of dinner myself."
"Don't be ridiculous. Rest through today at least. Noona's cooking wasn't half bad either."
The crease of pain on Mom's forehead smoothed out, and she smiled for a moment.
"Sujeong's cooking. Is it edible?"
"Eh… more or less?"
"Pfft—!"
Mom burst out laughing, sudden and bright.
"When Sujeong really tries, it isn't bad, but…"
I just listened, saying nothing.
"Every so often something weird would end up in the pot, and I still remember how awful it tasted~"
She finished speaking and blew gently on a spoonful of porridge to cool it.
"Eat up and sleep the rest of the day. Once you're fully better, I'm putting you on a fitness regimen."
"A fitness regimen?"
"Yeah. We've got a treadmill, and you can do bodyweight stuff too—yoga, all of it. Your stamina should go up. I'll do it with you."
"I guess I'd better get well soon, then~"
Her forehead still tightened faintly as she spoke, the headache lingering, but she kept her voice soft on purpose.
"Just eat well and rest for now."
"Yes, Master."
Even sick, she never dropped the honorifics. I left her there with her porridge and stepped out.
Noona's door was shut.
Creak.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah—! You scared me! I-I was just watching a video…"
She was curled up on her chair, a music-show dance practice playing on the monitor.
"Oh-ho~ So this is what you're going to show me."
"I haven't decided yet… I was going to look around a little more."
On screen, a girl group climbed onto chairs and rolled their hips in a deep wave.
"You're going to do stuff like that too~?"
"…If it's there, I have to."
"I want this one!"
The way I declared it without warning made Noona's eyes go wide.
"I still haven't decided—"
"But I want to see this one."
She looked flustered, though she could still handle it. She turned back to the monitor and studied the choreography carefully.
"Then… I'll practice this one."
"Now that I think about it, dancing in just your underwear is a little plain…"
My eyes drifted down over her underwear, then I headed for her closet.
Click.
"W-wait—! Just a secon—…"
Not a chance. Her closet opened for me whenever I wanted.
"Got a school uniform in here or anything?"
I asked with expectation, then felt a flicker of disappointment.
"I threw the uniform out… but I do have a tennis skirt."
She came over, opened a drawer in the corner, and pulled out a white tennis skirt.
"How about this, with a shirt—and you dance like a striptease. Taking it off as you go."
"T-taking it… off…?"
"Yeah. Slowly, while you dance. Sound good?"
Shame rose through her again; her body gave a small shiver.
"…I'll… try…"
"And if Mom watches too—that okay?"
One unreasonable demand after another, but she couldn't refuse. It was framed as a request. It landed like an order.
"Mom… is… ah—!"
I stole her lips before she could finish.
Slurp— smooch— slurp— smooch—
"Hah—! Haa… haa…"
Short, but intense. Whenever I wanted her, she was there to be played with.
"There's nothing left to be embarrassed about in front of Mom, is there? It's easier if you just give up. Mom already did."
I whispered it against her ear.
Gave up…? On what…?
The question bloomed thick and curious in Sujeong's mind, but Junwoo didn't wait for her to catch up.
"I'll be looking forward to it, then~"
Creak— click.
"What did Mom give up on…"
Alone again, Sujeong sat with the video still playing and rewound every one of Mom's recent actions in her head. The way Mom had sucked Junwoo's cock right in front of her—was that what "giving up her shame" looked like?
She felt herself growing wet again.
Ding~
A text came in.
"Masturbation… banned?"
Even the things she did alone were under his control now. He'd already caught her at it once by accident, but having even her private hours regulated made her feel wholly owned by Junwoo—and the feeling was strangely, darkly exciting.
No one was looking, but if anyone ever saw a text like that, it would be a disaster.
Should I delete it or not…
If he found out she'd deleted it, she'd probably get scolded again. So Sujeong left the message where it was and locked her phone.
The heat between her legs only grew worse. The second she understood she was forbidden to masturbate, she wanted nothing more than to do exactly that.
"Ah…"
With no other choice, she pulled a tissue from the box on her desk, slipped it into her panties, and wiped once. Sticky fluid clung to it. It had already soaked into the fabric. She had no choice but to change into a clean pair.
I sat in the living room and looked toward Sua's room. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap I could just make out the line of her thigh. I wanted to push my restless cock into her. I wanted her as pliant and obedient as Sujeong and Mom already were. But something about it still felt unfinished.
Even when she took care of me sexually, it felt like she was the one getting what she wanted out of it. The satisfaction never quite landed.
What am I supposed to do with her…
The thought lasted only a moment. I decided to go in and talk.
Creak.
I walked in without knocking. By now, boundaries didn't exist in this house.
Sua looked up as I entered—checking who it was with the ease of habit—then set down her mechanical pencil. Her room had gradually filled with stacks of books, but it never quite had the dry, oppressive air of a typical exam student's den. The shelves were bright with the books she'd asked me to buy, and her stationery was gathered neatly on one side. She even kept a clean collection of the different exam pencils from each year, lined up in a careful row.
"Studying?"
"Yes. Did you need something?"
I sank onto her bed and kept going.
"Not really. Just—you're always studying, so I got curious. Figured we could talk for a bit."
Sua smiled, bright and almost amused, and looked at me.
"What are you curious about?"
She stood, then sat down on the edge of the bed beside me.
"I heard you're ridiculously good at school."
"I get out of it what I put in… more or less."
Pretty arrogant, for Sua.
"And what do you want to do with all of that?"
"First, get into the best university I can, then a major corporation. Something like a career woman…?"
A more ordinary path than I'd expected—but I wanted to hear the rest.
"So becoming an office worker is the goal?"
"Mm, not exactly. If I get into a big company, the money will follow on its own. I want to climb as high as I can. Win the office politics, reach a seat no one can touch."
"A high seat… so not just any employee, then."
"And for that, right now, there's nothing but studying."
She laid out the reason she spent every day buried in books with surprising ease, and I found I didn't doubt her. On the desk: workbooks that weren't particularly messy, page after page of red circles, clean notes in the margins.
She really is good.
"But if you're already getting everything right, why study all day?"
"Honestly, the studying's done. I just can't relax until I've worked through every problem that exists."
Sua shrugged and looked at me. The new workbooks she kept asking me to buy—she must have been tearing through them in a matter of days.
There she was, chatting easily in her underwear. A body she kept in shape with nothing but early-morning exercise despite sitting all day—and those full breasts…
She was wearing orange underwear. A matching set of soft orange cotton, top and bottom.
Gulp.
I looked straight at the line of her cleavage and swallowed. A little smaller than Mom's, but still a lush, tempting pair in their own right. When I lifted my gaze, her glossy lips filled my vision.
Sua sat still and watched my eyes, as if she were reading every thought behind them.
Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers.