Chapter 152: Side Story - Bunker (10) ♥
Chapter 152: Side Story - Bunker (10) ♥
I could deny it, reject it, or refuse to admit it.
But my cock was standing tall, healthier than ever, making any denial impossible.
Pre-cum trickled down my frenulum, and my dick throbbed at the lingering sensation of the trail it left behind.
When was the last time I masturbated? It had definitely been a while. At least two weeks? Maybe a month?
And while I knew for a fact that ejaculating after this unintended abstinence would feel incredible…
I couldn't exactly do it right now.
"Are you… are you seriously insane?"
A whispering voice reached me. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, but I could clearly picture the expression Kang Yu-min must be wearing.
Contempt, disgust, annoyance, disbelief.
Probably something like that. Thinking that’s how I’d feel in her shoes, I peeked through narrowed eyes, but what I saw was a bit different.
She was definitely annoyed. But the other three emotions were missing.
Instead, she wore a strange expression—one I couldn't quite categorize or judge based on my usual standards.
It was a look I had never seen before.
What the hell is that face? As I slowly opened my eyes in confusion, Kang Yu-min shot me a glare.
"What are you thinking, you perverted bastard?"
"…It’s not like it has anything to do with you."
"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? We’re about to sleep together and… this is… seriously…"
Biting her lip, Kang Yu-min’s face flushed red. My so-called sister slapped my forearm with a loud smack.
"Ju-just cover it up. Or, I don't know, go take care of it."
I knew that was the common-sense response.
If I wanted to, I could go to the bathroom or the shower room, jerk off, and drain the tank.
But at the same time, a thought occurred to me.
Was I really supposed to do that?
The thing about masturbating is that the cleanup is never perfect.
Unless I stayed in there for a long time, it would slowly leak out and bead at the tip.
And what if she saw that later?
So, the direction my thoughts took was vastly different from what Kang Yu-min expected.
"Do you really think… this is something you can just cover up?"
"Ugh, whatever! Just turn over and lie down!"
"You keep grumbling. I don't want to. What are you going to do about it?"
Even while I was staying still, Kang Yu-min was flustered, embarrassed, and annoyed. I decided to hold my ground, thinking this was a perfect opportunity.
Since teasing Kang Yu-min was one of the few joys in this bunker, there was no way I was letting this chance slip by.
It wasn't that I wasn't embarrassed, but the amusement outweighed the shame.
So, I boldly laced my fingers behind my head, using my hands as a pillow, and intentionally flexed to make my dick throb.
"Ah, fuck. Seriously. You're insane!"
Kang Yu-min looked at my dick as if it were some hideous monster and recoiled in horror. I let out a chuckle at her reaction.
Then, surprisingly, the corners of Kang Yu-min’s mouth began to quirk up.
I became certain that I could breeze through this awkward situation.
So, I decided to be even bolder.
"I mean, come on. You've already seen it plenty of times, right? Why act all shy now?"
"Wh-what?"
"I mean, you saw it while we were washing up earlier. You saw it when we were eating chicken because I was naked. And now we’re even lying down to sleep together naked. What’s there to be embarrassed about?"
"No, it’s not that…! You, uh, you got… hard looking at me!"
She shrieked, and the noise was so grating I wanted to snap back, but I held it in and spoke calmly.
"No, I didn't."
"Huh?"
"I said I didn't get hard because of you."
Kang Yu-min blinked, looking dazed.
Her handful-sized breasts and smooth skin caught my eye, and it was admittedly quite stimulating.
But I spoke as if I didn't care.
"Men just get hard when they lie down. It’s natural."
"Oh, r-really?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Is that how it works…? Wait, aren't you lying?"
"It’s true. It’s all about blood circulation. When blood rushes there, you get an erection. That’s why men wake up with wood. You’ve heard of that, right?"
"Uh… maybe?"
"This is similar. I just took a bath, so my circulation is good, and I ate greasy food for the first time in a while, so I’m energized. That’s why this is happening."
My confidence was persuasive, and Kang Yu-min lacked the theoretical background to counter such a bold claim.
"Is that… so."
"Actually, it bothers me that you’re suddenly so conscious of it now."
"Wh-what? What do you mean?"
"Is something simmering inside you because you’re looking at my dick?"
"Y-you… you crazy bastard!"
Thwack. Her fist hit my forearm. I made an 'ouch' sound and rubbed my arm, even though it didn't really hurt.
"You insane… we’re family! You crazy prick!"
"I know we’re family. But shouldn't family be able to ignore jokes like this?"
"Huh?"
"Look at me. I don't see you as a woman; I see you as family. That’s why I can be this bold, why I could bathe with you, why I could eat chicken calmly, and why I can share a bed with you."
Kang Yu-min stared at me blankly, her expression saying, Is that right? I decided to drive the point home with the thought I had earlier.
"In fact, wouldn't it be more awkward if I left the room to take care of this?"
"What…?"
"See, for a guy, it’s not like everything is perfectly cleaned up just because you cum. Whatever’s left inside slowly leaks out, and there’s a smell. You’d be sitting here thinking about what I just did."
"What are you saying…"
"Would a pervert like you even be able to look me in the eye after that?"
"Of—of course I could…! Do you think I’m a pervert like you?!"
"Doesn't look like it to me. Pervert."
Kang Yu-min trembled slightly, letting out a frustrated sound, but I remained defiant.
No, I decided to go beyond defiance and be daring.
"Now, Kang Yu-min. Listen."
"…Okay."
"You and I are family, right? Washing together and seeing each other naked is no big deal, right?"
"Th-that’s right…"
"Then by that same logic, isn't this just an extension of being naked? It should be no big deal. Isn't it weirder to be conscious of it now?"
"I guess… so…?"
"Exactly. So, you should be fine with whatever happens next."
"Huh?"
I didn't answer her question. Instead, I boldly reached down and wrapped my hand around my dick.
"Uh, uhhh?"
Her voice wavered with confusion. Ignoring it, I gripped the shaft and began to stroke up and down.
My dick throbbed with every slow movement of my hand, and I felt the pre-cum slicking my fingers.
Amidst those vivid sensations was a strange feeling—similar to a sense of depravity, yet subtly different.
I began to masturbate, feeling Kang Yu-min’s gaze fixed intently on my cock.
"You… you’re… insane…"
Perhaps because I had emphasized so much that being conscious of it was "weird," Kang Yu-min didn't look away or condemn me, even as she cursed under her breath in shock.
So, I closed my eyes, which were being drawn to Kang Yu-min’s body, and continued.
Using Kang Yu-min’s body as spank bank material was a bit much, even for me.
No matter what, she was Kang Yu-min. Setting aside the fact that she was my sister, she was that Kang Yu-min.
Even if I might be the last male survivor of humanity, jerking off to Kang Yu-min felt wrong.
This was just masturbation. Masturbating because I happened to be hard.
As I busily moved my hand, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
…What about the cleanup?
If I came like this, it would definitely get on my body. It would be better to go to the shower or the bathroom if I was going to finish…
But it felt weird to stop now that I’d already started.
It would make it seem like I was conscious of it. On the other hand, blowing a load all over myself was gross.
I was caught in a dilemma.
"Hey, hey…"
"What."
"Doesn't it… hurt? You’re doing it so fast…"
When I peeked my eyes open, I saw Kang Yu-min staring at my dick—at me masturbating—with a noticeably flushed face.
"Perverted girl."
"Sh-shut up… I was trying to sleep and you started m-masturbating first…"
I shrugged my shoulders. Kang Yu-min bit her lip with a dissatisfied look and then spoke.
"So? Does it hurt? That… thing."
"Not really."
"R-really? Then…"
"Does it feel good?"
Kang Yu-min nodded cautiously. I hesitated for a moment before shrugging again.
"It’s not like it feels amazing the whole time. It feels good when you cum, though."
"I… see. It’s different for women…"
"How is it for women?"
At my question, Kang Yu-min seemed to hesitate greatly. But perhaps because I had kept saying it was weirder to be conscious of it, she eventually reached down and began to fiddle with her hairless pussy.
Squelch.
The vivid sound reached my ears.
My dick gave a violent twitch at the sound echoing right beside me, but Kang Yu-min didn't seem to notice.
"Like… this. Just rubbing it… feels good."
It wasn't a surprise. Since I was already masturbating, and she knew it was "weird" to be conscious of it, her masturbating was a natural progression.
Even if we were family, reacting to something erotic is an instinct. We were close enough that we’d even played erotic games or watched videos together before.
If this was just an extension of that, there was nothing strange about it.
So, this wasn't weird either. Kang Yu-min had been staring at my dick, after all.
I continued to masturbate while watching her rub her pussy.
I stroked the shaft drenched in pre-cum, teased the head, and soothed the throbbing cock as I ran my hand over it.
In the end, we were masturbating while looking at each other, but I figured as long as we didn't act conscious of it—as long as we didn't say we were conscious of it—there was no problem.
So, I intentionally looked at Kang Yu-min’s breasts.
Her handful-sized breasts were enticing, and her body, tempered by years of exercise, boasted sleek and magnificent curves.
But the best part was her pussy, which she was currently rubbing as if possessed.
Her pussy leaked juices, making a sticky sound. Even though I knew thinking this was wrong, I was intoxicated by the stimulation I hadn't tasted in a year and a half, and I rubbed my dick as if possessed.
Pretending not to be conscious of it, I spoke up.
"Oh, right."
Panting and breathing heavily, Kang Yu-min looked at me. Seeing her face made something boil over inside me.
"We don't have any tissues."
"…Huh?"
She asked back in confusion. Without giving her a chance to respond, I pushed myself up from the bed.
Kang Yu-min, still rubbing her pussy, stared blankly at what I was doing, looking flustered.
She clearly had no idea what I was about to do.
It felt like I was defiling a field of pristine white snow—something I could only describe as a sense of depravity.
But, driven mad by the dopamine I hadn't tasted in eighteen months, I helplessly succumbed to the impulse my brain screamed at me.
"Sorry, I’m going to borrow you for a second."
"Wh-what?"
Only then did Kang Yu-min realize something was wrong and froze.
But it was too late. I unreservedly released the climax that had arrived after my rapid stroking.
Unlike the sounds often heard in media, the semen sprayed out silently.
It soaked Kang Yu-min’s breasts, defiled her neck, and splattered across her face.
Because I had been celibate for nearly a month, the semen was thick and plentiful.
I stroked rapidly to squeeze out every last drop, and Kang Yu-min, now covered in my cum, slowly opened one eye.
Only then did Kang Yu-min wear the expression I had expected: a mix of disgust, contempt, and annoyance.
The problem was that, contrary to her expression, her hand was still possessed, fiddling with her pussy.
Well, whatever. I jerked off, so she can jerk off too.
Feeling a sense of magnanimity wash over me, I let go of my dick and spoke.
"Sorry."
Kang Yu-min didn't answer, her lips wet with my cum, and simply glared at me.