Succumbing to the Gallery
After devouring tteokbokki with Noona and cleaning up, I leaned back against the bed, peacefully rubbing my full belly. In moments like this, the whole world felt like too much hassle, my eyes growing heavy—this had to be what they meant by a peach blossom paradise.
"It's so weird,"
Noona said, staring at my stomach with a puzzled look.
I wondered if some tteokbokki broth had splashed there, so I opened my eyes and glanced down, but my chest was in the way.
"Why? Something on me?"
"No, not that. You don't seem to be gaining any weight."
"Huh?"
"I work out every dawn and still pack on the pounds, but you... nothing."
Her words made me flinch inwardly. Truth be told, even back when I was a guy, I wasn't the type to gain fat easily. Though I didn't have abs either.
"Maybe you should eat more—did all the fat migrate here?"
"...Noona?"
Noona's eyes sparkled as she stared right through my chest, mumbling to herself. It felt a little scary—did I know what kind of mischief she was plotting, or was my body just remembering her earlier groping?
Not satisfied with just staring, she slowly reached out a hand. I tried to lean back, half-expecting it, but the bed blocked me.
"This is so unfair..."
"Eek! H-hey, Noona! Hands!"
I hurriedly covered my chest with both arms, but Noona—thanks to her workouts, no doubt—easily grabbed my wrists.
"N-Noona! What the hell!"
She held my arms firm and tugged at my hoodie playfully, like it was all a big injustice.
"Seriously unfair. You're my little sister—why are yours bigger? What the heck do you eat to get like this?"
"Stop! Cut it out!"
"Sigh, whatever. Can't be helped."
Noona pulled her hands away from my chest with a regretful expression and stood up. I let out a deep breath, glaring at her with all my might.
"Seriously, Noona!"
"Was it that embarrassing?"
But instead of apologizing, she patted my head like I was adorable, then suddenly groped her own chest as if struck by a thought.
"...Did they grow because I massaged them since you were little?"
"Urk... What kind of nonsense is that!"
I clutched my hoodie tight, breathing raggedly as I shot her a death glare, but Noona just grinned mischievously, like it was all a joke.
"Oh! What if you massage mine? Would they grow too?"
"Y-You're insane! Why would I touch yours!"
I scrambled up onto the bed to put distance between us. But Noona found my panic amusing, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she approached slowly.
"Why not? We're both girls—just checking sizes."
"N-No! Stay back! I'll scream!"
Ignoring me, she climbed onto the bed with purposeful strides.
"Scream all you want—it'll just sound like a girl fooling around. Come on, gimme your hand!"
"Eeeeek! Get away!"
As I trembled, pulling the blanket up to my chin, Noona's eyes grew even more dangerous.
"I'll teach you everything."
With that familiar line, she grabbed my hand. Thinking it was all over, I squeezed my eyes shut...
Thwack!
A sharp pain stung my forehead.
"Ow!"
"Did you really think I'd force you, silly Yoon-ie?"
Wait, wasn't it Noona who groped my chest earlier? I rubbed my forehead and looked up at her accusingly, but she just laughed, released my hand, and got off the bed to grab her puffer jacket.
"Heading out?"
"What, should I stay? It's been ages—wanna share the bed?"
"N-No, it's fine!"
I shoved my hands under the blanket and shook my head. Share a bed with the person who'd been all over me moments ago?
The weird sensation lingering in my chest made it feel like a disaster waiting to happen, blood ties or not. Before Noona could change her mind, I jumped out of bed and escorted her to the door.
"Kidding. You're streaming tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah."
"Contact me before you go live, no excuses."
"Got it. Drive safe, Noona."
"You too. Early night!"
Bang!
Only after the front door slammed shut did I finally exhale deeply.
"God, that was exhausting..."
Tension drained from my body, leaving me limp. I flopped back onto the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, replaying the day's chaos.
Woke up as a girl, had no choice but to stream, got doxxed in the Broadcast Gallery for a rough start. Then my former little sister showed up, introducing me to new experiences like mala tang. All in one day.
"Haa... so stuffy."
And this chest— no matter how I lay, it felt suffocating. Wait, thinking about it, maybe it wasn't just the size.
'Is it the bra?'
Suddenly, the sensation sharpened, making it unbearable. Sitting or when Noona touched it, I barely noticed, but lying down? The underwire dug into my ribs.
"Ugh, I hate this."
I sat up, pondering for ages, then slipped my hands under the hoodie. Should've asked Noona to unhook it earlier—but knowing her, it'd lead to weirder stuff.
"Nngh, why won't it catch."
After minutes of fumbling inside the hoodie, a soft click from the back hook.
"Haaah...!"
The pressure vanished like magic. No wonder girls go braless at home.
Sleeping like this would've been ideal, but the rough fabric against my skin said no. Under the covers, I wriggled out of both hoodie and bra, grabbing a nearby T-shirt instead.
"Seriously... kill me now."
Even after slipping on the T-shirt, reality crashed down. During the afternoon shower, Noona was there and streaming distracted me, but alone? I was losing it.
Not bragging, but in 24 years, I'd never even seen women's underwear up close—let alone worn my own.
Before I went mad, I hurled the bra and hoodie away, rolled over, and grabbed my phone. To stop thinking, I opened the Gallery app.
"Nothing clears the mind like some gallery scrolling. Broadcast Gallery first."
Come to think of it, streamers avoid egosearching—am I weird? I was dying to know how today's stream went.
[Who's collabing on Hundi server right now?]
[Holy shit, collab members are legendary]
[Hundi server << If it's the all-time best server, I'm in]
The gallery name had changed, but the streamer names and vibes felt familiar—like the one I used to moderate. So there had to be trash female streamer patrols too. I tapped the featured posts tab eagerly.
[⍟Hundi server tonight << If it's hype, I'm down]
[⍟Danbi's dog filter is adorable lmao]
...
[⍟The trash female streamer rumored to have a boyfriend]
Spotting what looked like a post about me, I swallowed hard. What were they saying?
First stream, shaky skills, Noona showed up mid-way forcing an abrupt end—probably some hate. But I couldn't stop myself from clicking.
Watched the whole stream of the trash streamer who livened up the gallery by getting caught with her BF this afternoon. Thought the Live2D rig was just pretty at first, but it grew on me—super cute vibe. Guess sisters make each other cuter? And both have killer voices, especially the older one's sultry bombshell tone lol. Shame she's a 20yo college freshman—risk of simp antlers if we're not careful? But dodge that and she's gallery pick material. P.S. Collab next time lololol
"Ehehe...!"
Honestly, no slurs and a long post with screenshots? I was thrilled. And that moan request chat? Never saw it—must've been Noona's doing. As I basked in the glow...
"...Oh shit."
A signal from my lower belly. I'd ignored the bathroom all day, so it was expected, but now? Pure agony.
"Ugh, hate this."
I gripped the blanket, crossing my legs to hold it, but the Hotpeace from tteokbokki made it impossible. Clutching my bloating gut, I dashed to the toilet.
"I-It'll be fine. Sitting's no different, right? Yeah."
Staring at the white porcelain, I psyched myself up and sat. Eyes squeezed shut, ignoring everything, but the totally alien sensation made my face burn.
"Fuck..."