Don't Tell Anyone

"Iseor, is that you? You only needed to bring the side dishes, so why are you so late? You didn't even answer your phone."

"I ran into a friend for a bit."

"Let's eat dinner a little later. Is that okay?"

"I don't have an appetite. I'll just skip it."

After returning home, Kang Iseor gave a half-hearted reply to her mother's worried question and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Ha, shit. This is fucking disgusting."

With a curse, she scrubbed her hands vigorously under the sink water. The mere thought of a man's semen touching her made her spine crawl, so she lathered soap meticulously into every crevice.

'Have I really gone crazy? Why the hell did I do that…!'

Even after rinsing off the suds, the unpleasant feeling lingered. To erase it, she used body wash, cleansing foam, and shampoo—anything she could get her hands on—repeating the process over and over.

'Come to think of it, I even put that bastard's thing in my mouth….'

"Ugh!"

The mere imagination triggered a wave of nausea, so she grabbed her toothbrush next.

'Kang Iseor, you crazy bitch! Why did you swallow it!'

If possible, she wanted to pull out her stomach and scrub it clean with detergent. Since that wasn't an option, she brushed her teeth furiously until her arm felt like it might fall off, making sure no trace or smell remained in her mouth.

"Haa…. Why did I do that?"

Even after returning to her room, Kang Iseor's face was filled with turmoil. The moment she smelled Han Jihoon's scent, her rationality had vanished. It was an indescribable sensation, like flying through the sky—an experience she'd never had before. It felt like something only people on drugs would feel, something that didn't exist in everyday life.

'Did that guy do something to me?'

With only the two of them present, it was natural to suspect the other person. But…

'…That doesn't seem right. I clearly said I wasn't going, so how could he have prepared knowing I'd come back?'

Even if he had known, what kind of method could turn someone strange in an instant? And if such a method really existed, how would one explain why only the man in the same space remained completely fine?

'I'm really going to lose my mind. Why the hell did I do that, Kang Iseor…!'

Men were trash. They all just pretended otherwise on the surface. Even the middle schooler Han Jihoon, who used to follow his gentle noona around so obediently, had been harboring filthy ulterior motives behind her back. She had never once forgiven him for secretly masturbating with her underwear, yet now she had no words left to say. After all, she had secretly sniffed his underwear, sucked his penis, and even swallowed his semen.

The fact that she had committed the very actions she despised most—and in front of the man she had always hated—made her want to tear at her own hair.

"Aaaah…! Why the hell did I do that?!"

The only silver lining was that her rationality had returned, even if belatedly. Whether it was because she had swallowed the semen or not, the current Kang Iseor was far more composed than when she had been in his studio apartment.

'I'll figure out why I did that later. First, I need to clean up this mess.'

Her fingers moved busily as she quickly pulled out her phone. The screen displayed none other than Han Jihoon's phone number.

===

After Iseor noona left, I was alone again in the studio apartment. The moment I faced the familiar silence, I felt like I had returned from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a dream to reality. But what had just happened was definitely not a dream. Noona had been here, sniffed my panties, gotten aroused, and sucked my dick on her own. She had even gone beyond just smelling the semen and swallowed it all. That scene was burned into my mind, and my dick—abandoned by her—was still throbbing.

'This won't do. I should go to the bathroom and jerk off.'

Unlike usual, I didn't think I'd need any audiovisual material like porn. I quickly went into the bathroom, finished off the lingering sensation in my lower body with image training and repetitive arm movements, then came out.

"Huu."

When I returned to my room and sat at the computer, my body had never felt so refreshed. Feeling my heart still pounding, I picked up my phone, and right on cue, a notification appeared.

▽ 6. Dating and Sexual Experience

・No dating experience. Has performed oral sex on Han Jihoon and made him ejaculate.

▽ 7. Erogenous Zones

・Vagina: Slowly gets wet when smelling Han Jihoon's scent.

▽ 8. Sexual Fetishes

・Becomes so aroused upon smelling Han Jihoon's scent that her rationality flies away.

・After smelling his scent in Han Jihoon's studio apartment, she has become completely addicted. (If she doesn't periodically smell it, she suffers withdrawal symptoms where her body heats up. Once she obtains sufficient sexual satisfaction, she returns to normal for a while.)

The content had been automatically added to the Sexual Experience, Erogenous Zones, and Sexual Fetishes sections. Getting aroused by my scent wasn't enough—she had become addicted? The woman who used to hate even the slightest touch from me had changed this much. Once again, I was amazed by the mysterious power of the Wiki.

By the way, it said she returns to normal once she obtains sexual satisfaction. Noona had come to her senses right after swallowing my semen, so did that mean she felt it from swallowing the semen? She had definitely looked like she was climaxing from the outside.

While tilting my head in confusion, another piece of content caught my eye below the document.

'There's even a brand new section.'

It was strange no matter how many times I thought about it—an app that recorded events we experienced even though no one else had seen them. So she really came just from swallowing the semen? It seemed like I had turned her into an unbelievable pervert.

"Oh?"

I received new points faster than expected. How should I use this? Even though it was only occasionally, I had always been cautious whenever I met noona, but now that the tables had turned, the excitement wouldn't stop.

Buzz! Buzz!

While I was feeling excited, my phone suddenly rang. The name on the screen was quite unexpected.

'Iseor noona?'

We hadn't talked on the phone even once since middle school, so she still had my number. Since it was right after she had sucked my dick and run away in surprise, I couldn't contain my curiosity and answered immediately.

"Noona? Why'd you call?"

—….

"Hello?"

—You didn't tell anyone about what happened earlier, right?

She jumped straight to the point. From her voice, it seemed her rationality had completely returned.

"Yeah. It's only been a little while since you left anyway."

—Haa…

After a deep sigh, silence followed. Then, in a completely deflated voice, as if the world had ended, she spoke.

—I'll apologize for everything that happened today, so just forget it. Forget it and please don't tell anyone. I'm begging you.

Normally, she would have threatened me with something like "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," but it seemed she was quite scared in various ways. Seeing her docile appearance for the first time, the corners of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my mouth unconsciously lifted.

"Don't worry. Who would I tell about something like this?"

—R-Right. Thanks.

"Don't worry, and if you want to smell it again, come anytime."

—What? Hey! Do you think I'm some kind of pervert like you? What happened earlier was all because you…!

Noona's words, which had flared up and grown loud, suddenly stopped. Thinking from her perspective, I had only given a slight hint—all of it had been her own voluntary actions. Naturally, she had no grounds to blame me.

—A-Anyway, earlier my head must have been messed up for a moment. I really won't be coming to find you, so just know that and keep your mouth shut.

"Really? I don't think so."

—I'm not joking right now. I'm being serious.

"I'm not joking either. It's really fine, so you can come anytime."

—I said I'm not coming. I don't need any help, so don't treat me like some pervert like you! Anyway, don't tell anyone about what happened today. If you do, I really won't let it slide!

Click.

In the end, unable to contain her temper, the other person hung up with a shout.

"…."

My feelings were somewhat complicated. It felt satisfying, like I had gotten back at the person I had always been cautious around, but the word "pervert" I had just heard left me feeling unsettled. Thanks to that, before reconciling with noona, I wanted to break her stubbornness that kept shouting she didn't need my help. After all, despite my consistent efforts over the past few years to clear up the misunderstanding, I had been unfairly treated like a criminal. As a small reward for that injustice, it should be fine to make the other person experience my position, right?

'Let's see how long you can hold out.'

"…Ah, right. I still need to finish the video."

After muttering a villainous line from a drama in my head, I belatedly remembered the work I hadn't finished yet. No matter how exciting something was, I couldn't skip uploading my hobby—game review videos.

'I'll think about noona later. Let's finish this first.'

To complete the editing today as planned, I set aside thoughts of Iseor noona for a moment and quickly grabbed the mouse.

===

"Phew, it's done!"

I finished the video and even set up the upload schedule. It was almost nine o'clock at night. Excluding the time I spent eating dinner, I had finished faster than expected.

'I wonder how Iseor noona is doing? …Wait a second.'

Suddenly remembering something, I moved the mouse. The place I entered was Iseor noona's personal streaming channel. An image saying "Preparing for broadcast" was displayed in the center, and in the chat window, comments from waiting viewers were popping up.

'As expected.'

Saturday night at nine o'clock was one of noona's broadcast start times. Originally, I tended to watch edited videos uploaded to YouTube rather than live streams, but this time I wanted to check on her current condition.

—Ah, hello. Iseordan, welcome!

When the broadcast started, she greeted as usual. At a glance, it seemed natural, but I could clearly tell. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breathing was rougher than usual.

—What am I doing today? Today's content is the KakaoTalk Worst Confession World Cup! It looked fun. I'll chat a bit and then move on.

The broadcast proceeded smoothly. Whether it was throwing sharp remarks at men that women would like or communicating with viewers, it wasn't much different from other days. The way she spoke confidently or laughed loudly felt like she was showing off to me that she was completely fine.

—Isn't this rigged? How can someone confess and say something like that? No, is this really right? It's so ridiculous, ahaha!

—Aaah, thank you for the generous donation from IseorHairDensityEnvy. I'll buy something delicious to eat!

The change began around 50 minutes after the broadcast started.

—…Huh? My face is really red…? No, I didn't drink. Haa, haa. A cold? No…. Do I look sick?

Her cheeks and ear tips were flushed red. Her voice mixed with air, and her sighs grew more frequent. Finally, there were moments where she spaced out without saying anything.

The chat window was filled with viewers' concerns, but to me—who knew the situation—it was just an entertaining spectacle.

—You think I look tired, so I should rest now? What are you talking about? Chatting with you guys on the broadcast is my joy in life. My broadcast comes before my body. I absolutely won't end the stream early.

Noona reassured the viewers with a comment befitting a professional streamer, but her condition showed no signs of improving, so she eventually stood up from her seat.

—Haa, this won't do…. I'll go wash my face to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clear my head for a bit.

Noona returned after about 5 more minutes had passed. It was quite a long time just to wash her face. Still, it seemed like she had gotten somewhat better, but before long, she was spacing out again, staring at the air while breathing roughly.

—Haa… haa… Huh? I look like I'm not feeling well? Yeah. I guess I'm more tired than I thought. …No, I really don't need to end the stream. I'll just go to the bathroom one more time.

This time, it took her 15 minutes to return. Even though she had been away longer than before, her breathing was even rougher.

—Huu, this won't do. I guess I'm really not feeling well, just like you guys said. I think I should end here for today. I've never done this before, so I'm really sorry. I'll do a longer broadcast next time.

The broadcast ended abruptly. What remained were the viewers' worried chats that wouldn't stop and all sorts of speculations. Needless to say, the reason noona had gone to the bathroom was probably to masturbate and calm her arousal. Judging from the fact that she ended the stream, it seemed she had failed to soothe her body.

'She's probably masturbating hard right about now.'

It was amusing to think that the person who said she didn't need any help was now whimpering because she missed my scent. But no matter how much she tried to handle it alone, she was firmly addicted to my scent. It was only a matter of time before she came looking for me.

'I'm curious. How long can she hold out?'

Setting aside my curiosity for a moment, I turned on a game to wrap up the day on a refreshing note.

===

The sound of wet, squelching noises filled the room. On top of that, heated moans were layered.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!

"Eut, haa, haaa…!"

Kang Iseor, lying down with her pants and panties removed, tormented her clitoris. Just as Han Jihoon had predicted, she was unable to control her heated body and was immersed in masturbation. She didn't know that no matter how many climaxes she reached, the arousal throughout her body wouldn't subside.