Why You Shouldn't Neglect Your Noona

The lock clicked. The door slid open with a soft rattle.

"I'm home."

No answer came to the voice of the daughter returning home. 'Did Mom go out somewhere?' A hint of anxiety seeped into Kang Iseor's hands as she took off her shoes. Whether her mother was home or not didn't matter right now. She was on the verge of losing her mind, desperate to masturbate with the scent of Han Jihoon's semen even a second sooner.

'I don't have a broadcast until tomorrow, so let's finish it this time. I'll keep going until I'm truly sick of it.'

Even if she passed out, she would rip out the roots of this desire once and for all during this opportunity. With a mix of grim determination and eager anticipation, she opened the door to her room.

"...Huh?"

Something was wrong. The room, which should have been thick with Han Jihoon's scent, smelled faint, overtaken by the artificial fragrance of air freshener. An inexplicable sense of foreboding washed over her as she checked the corner of her closet drawer. Her face quickly drained of color.

"W-where did it go?"

When she thought about it rationally, the only possible culprit was her mother, who lived with her. In a panic, she kicked off the floor and dashed into the living room just as her mother emerged from the bathroom.

"Iseor, you're back? Why are you running around like that? Is something wrong?"

"Mom. Did you go into my room?"

"I'm sorry. I was cleaning the house and thought it would be nice to tidy up your room too."

"I told you not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to go in there whenever you feel like it!"

"But do you even ventilate in there normally? Your room smelled so musty. And if you have laundry, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you should put it out right away. Why would you just stuff it away? The smell was so bad that I ended up hand-washing everything just now."

"Hand-washing...? What?"

When her daughter asked in a trembling voice, her mother pulled something out that had been hanging in the bathroom.

"This. Your underwear."

"Y-you washed that?"

"Yes. Mom washed every single one of these by hand."

The bra and panties, still damp with moisture, hung from her mother's hand. Seeing them, Kang Iseor could only stand there stunned, looking like someone who had just lost her entire country.

"Haa..."

I turned off the treadmill that had been running and stepped down. Having finished both weights and cardio, all that was left was a shower and some supplements to wrap up today's gym routine. My whole body was drenched in sweat, but I hadn't pushed myself too hard. Building muscle was fine, but my main goal from the start was to live a long, healthy life.

Still, I hadn't been working out for that short a time, so having a decent amount of muscle to show for it was something I could be proud of.

'I wonder if Noona is holding up okay?'

Today was Wednesday, which meant it had been exactly three days since we first had sex. Yet there had been no special updates from either the app or Noona herself.

'There should've been some kind of signal by yesterday at the latest.'

It seemed like she was holding out longer than I expected, and now I was curious about her condition. But Monday and Tuesday were her off days, so checking on her through a broadcast was impossible.

'She's probably reaching her limit by now. I should shower first.'

I was just reaching for my phone on the treadmill to head to the gym's shower room when it started vibrating.

Vrrr! Vrrr!

'Oh? A call. Is it Noona?'

My anticipation lasted only a moment. The unexpected name that popped up on the screen made me glance around before quietly answering.

"...Hello?"

—Jihoon? Are you free to talk right now?

A warm, gentle voice I hadn't heard in a while. It was none other than Iseor's mother.

"Ah, yes. Hello. I can talk."

—You've been doing well, right? No problems with the room?

"Yes, thanks to you, I've been doing great. I've been enjoying the side dishes you sent. Thank you."

—I'm glad they suit your taste. Don't hesitate to tell me when you finish them. I'll make more.

We weren't in the habit of exchanging casual greetings like this, so she probably had some business. It was probably about Iseor Noona, right?

My guess was spot on.

—Um, by any chance... have you heard anything from Iseor?

"We don't contact each other that often. Is something wrong?"

—The truth is, I cleaned Iseor's room the day before yesterday while she was out. But she got really angry, locked herself in her room, and hasn't come out since.

"Ah..."

—She's locked the door so I can't get in, and no matter how many times I apologize, she won't answer. So... if it's not too much trouble, could you come over to our house, Jihoon?

"Me?"

The auntie answered yes to my question and continued.

—I have to go to a friend's house right now for something urgent. I'll probably be back tomorrow, but Iseor's condition seems a bit strange...

"Is Noona sick?"

—I heard some groaning from inside her room earlier. It sounded like she was suffering from a terminal illness. Maybe I misheard... I'm not sure.

"..."

—Normally I'd just stay home, but my friend is going through something serious and I can't not go. I can't leave a child who looks sick all alone at home... and I don't have anyone I can suddenly ask to look after Iseor.

Her voice was filled with so much worry that even I started to feel anxious just listening.

—Could you stay at our house tonight and keep an eye on Iseor? You two were close when you were little... If there's nothing wrong with her, you can go home afterward.

"Ah... yes. I'll do that."

—Really? Thank you so much, Jihoon. I'll definitely repay you for this.

"No need. You've helped me so much already."

—You've really grown up to be such a wonderful young man... I'll give you the passcode to the house, so I'm counting on you.

"Yes. I'll call you if anything happens. Don't worry."

After one more heartfelt thank you from her, the call ended. Despite the heavy tone of the conversation, a smile had spread across my lips.

Was I a psychopath? No way.

This was something I had written on Monday two days ago. And judging from the phone call I just received, the entry had played out exactly as written.

"This is seriously insane..."

I couldn't help but mutter in admiration. I had written the entry centered around Iseor Noona, but I had subtly slipped in some details about her mother as well. And sure enough, the auntie had followed my writing to the letter.

This meant that by using a little trick, I could exert some level of control over people around the main target as well. I'd been curious whether it was possible and decided to test it, and as expected, Sexmuwiki didn't disappoint.

'This thing is seriously overpowered...'

For reference, the reason I had set the exact time of the auntie discovering the underwear to 2:30 PM on Monday was because I knew Noona wouldn't be home then. She had mentioned on her Sunday broadcast that she had to go to the company the next day and roughly described her schedule.

'Good thing I tried it.'

Honestly, there was no real need to run experiments like this. If I simply wrote that Noona would fall in love with me or obey my every word unconditionally, everything would be resolved easily. But I guess it was my last shred of conscience. Manipulating someone's heart directly didn't sit well with me.

Even if I made her like me, if that affection was artificially created by the app, wouldn't it feel a bit dirty? So if I wanted someone's heart, I at least wanted to earn it with my own power to some degree.

Though coming from someone using a cheating app, that might sound hypocritical.

'This isn't the time to be standing around.'

Anyway, things had flowed exactly in the direction I wanted. I hadn't expected the situation to reverse so that I would be the one going to her instead of her coming to me, but here we were.

She had probably been waiting in her room with bated breath since the day before yesterday. I needed to shower quickly and head over to Noona's house.

'...Or would she prefer it if I didn't shower?'

I stopped in my tracks as I was heading toward the shower room, simply took my supplements, and left the gym right away.

It was already evening, and the outside world was growing dark. I felt a bit self-conscious about not having showered, but since the distance wasn't far, I arrived at Kang Iseor's house in no time.

'The passcode was... oh right.'

I already knew what kind of state Noona would be in, so I should reassure her mother first.

"Auntie, it's me."

—Oh my, Jihoon. Did you check on Iseor?

"Yes. She's perfectly fine. She said she had a nightmare while sleeping, and you must have heard her groaning in her sleep."

—Aigoo, so I heard wrong... Thank you. I feel much more at ease now.

The auntie's voice over the phone sounded noticeably more relaxed.

"Yes, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠don't worry and go take care of your business."

—Um... Jihoon. If you're still at the house, could you tell Iseor something for me? Tell her Mom is sorry for entering her room without permission. I've never seen her get that angry before, so it's been weighing on my mind.

Even now, she was still bothered by the fact that she had upset her daughter. Hearing that made me feel a pang of guilt as the one who had caused this whole incident.

"Yes, I'll tell her. Noona seems to have calmed down too, so you don't need to worry too much."

—Really? Thank you so much... I'll definitely repay you for this.

"No, no. It's really fine. Don't worry anymore. I'll make sure to pass on the message properly."

Now that I had reassured the mother, all that was left was to take care of the daughter. I entered the passcode the auntie had given me and stepped inside.

"..."

The lights were on in the spacious living room, but it was eerily quiet. Since I'd been here before, I didn't get lost and headed straight for Noona's room.

Knock knock.

"Iseor Noona! Are you in there?"

—....

Even when I called out loudly, there was no response. She had probably been suffering from withdrawal symptoms since the day before yesterday when her mother washed her underwear, unable to smell my scent. If that was the case, she should have jumped out joyfully the moment she heard my voice, but the door didn't budge.

"Noona! It's Han Jihoon, come out for a second!"

—....

Could something really have happened? My heart suddenly started pounding.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Noona! Iseor Noona!"

—....

Even when I pounded on the door hard enough to break it, there was still no answer. Was she actually sick? Or had the withdrawal symptoms gotten so bad that something was wrong with her body?

"Damn it!"

In my urgency, I looked around the living room for anything useful. My anxious eyes landed on a hammer inside the shoe cabinet. I grabbed it, went back to Noona's door, and smashed the handle with all my might.

Clang! Clang! Crack!

'Got it!'

Now that the handle was broken, I could open it. Come to think of it, there was a small hole next to the handle where you could insert a thin rod to unlock it. I'd been so flustered that I only remembered now, but the handle was already destroyed. There was no undoing what I'd done, so checking on the person inside took priority.

"Iseor Noona!"

The first thing I noticed was the heavy smell of sweat that stung my nose. But unlike the smell from the uncles at the gym, this one had a strange, almost pheromone-like quality that stirred something inside me. What I saw next was Kang Iseor Noona, sitting completely naked on the bed in a dark room with the lights off and windows closed.

"Noona, are you okay?"

Only after I shook her shoulders vigorously did her dazed eyes finally focus on me.

"...Han Jihoon?"

"Are you sick somewhere? Should we go to the hospital?"

"No... Ah..."

"Noona!"

Her powerless body collapsed forward into my arms. I thought she'd lost consciousness and panicked, but she was actually burying her face in my clothes and inhaling my scent deeply.

"Sniff... Haa... This smell..."

Thank god. It didn't seem like anything serious had happened.

"If you wanted to smell it so badly, you could've just come to my house. Why lock the door and do this?"

Her entire body was covered in sweat and burning hot. I'd unconsciously held her when she collapsed against me, and anyone would have mistaken her condition for that of a patient.

"I called you several times. Why didn't you answer? You're not actually sick, right?"

"I couldn't smell your scent... so my head felt foggy and I couldn't hear anything..."

I really aged ten years from that. I had been so panicked earlier that I even briefly wondered if Sexmuwiki could bring back the dead.

I'd told her to come whenever she wanted to smell it. To think she'd stubbornly endure until she ended up like this instead of coming to me when it got too much.

"I told you to come anytime if you wanted to smell it."

"...I said I wouldn't come again."

To think that not smelling it for just two days would turn her into something like a wreck. I'd have to pay more attention to this part from now on.

"Haa, your cock... I want to smell your cock."

Without caring at all about how shocked I'd been, she was already pulling down my pants. It seemed her mind was completely filled with my scent due to the withdrawal.

"...Why isn't it getting hard?"

"Well, I was scared something had happened to you, so I tensed up."

"I'll make it hard for you..."

With her still dazed expression, she started fondling me. After forcibly getting my son to stand at attention, she immediately buried her face ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in it.

"Haaa... I really can't live without this anymore."

Like a patient who had just received a painkiller, a look of relief quickly spread across her face.

"It smells even stronger than usual. Is it because it's been so long...?"

"I came straight from the gym without showering, so that's why."

"Really...? Good job."

It felt incredibly strange to be praised for not showering. But this situation itself had become a rather familiar pattern for me.

Based on everything that had happened so far, she would probably suck on it like this and beg for my cum. But the words that came out were different from what I expected.

"Put it in me."

"What?"

"Your cock. I want you to fuck me..."