Iseor's Anxiety
The afternoon after I helped Park Yuna discover a new kink. Kang Iseor was lying on her bed when she suddenly shot upright. Her phone, which had been playing a short-form video, was ringing with a call from her friend.
"Hey, Se-hee."
"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just lying in my room."
At her friend's words, Kang Iseor recalled a memory she'd tried to forget. It was the incident where she'd sent her friend a photo of Han Jihoon's cock, and the friend who had been keeping it had lost her phone.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Really? How?"
Kang Iseor's eyes widened at the unbelievable twist.
"For real? That's great. So did you get your phone back?"
"Uh-huh."
"What?!"
Even when she'd talked to Han Jihoon about it, she'd brushed it off thinking there's no way that could actually happen. She'd never dreamed it would turn out to be real.
"Ah... it's okay. It's not your fault. He probably won't care much either. He even said if it got leaked, he'd just brag about it or something."
Her friend's voice grew noticeably lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.
"Huh? No, we're not. Why would we be dating?"
Her friend sounded genuinely shocked, but Kang Iseor could only poke at her blanket with her index finger and mumble.
"We're... we're just partners. Why would I confess..."
"It's not that I don't..."
This time she punched her innocent pillow a few times before speaking in a tiny voice.
"I've never even dated anyone before... What if we start going out and he gets disappointed and dumps me?"
"Why... why are you sighing like that..."
"That's easy for you to say. You've dated tons of guys..."
A deep sigh came through the phone speaker.
"Some other girl...? No way... He only goes between his house and the gym. He's starting school again soon, though."
"R-really?"
"You really don't have to. Anyway, got it. See you later."
"..."
When the call ended, a heavy silence settled over the bed. Kang Iseor's expression was even heavier.
Some other girl is going to steal him...?
She'd been so content with their current relationship that she hadn't even considered that possibility. But the thought of becoming the kind of relationship that could lead to a breakup, even if it was to prevent future risks, was terrifying to her.
What should I do?
Even if becoming lovers wouldn't completely eliminate the danger, she wanted to remove the seeds of anxiety as much as possible. After agonizing over it, she hurriedly got dressed and left her room.
"Mom, I'm going out for a bit."
"Where are you going?"
"To Han Jihoon's house."
"Just to hang out? I'm glad you two are getting close again."
"I-it's not that. I just thought he might be bored alone, so I'm going to keep him company."
"You know you have to be back in time for dinner, right?"
"I know. I'll be back soon."
She left the house and headed straight to where Han Jihoon was. Since she'd contacted him in advance, his face was full of joy when he opened the front door.
"Come in, Noona. No broadcast today? You can stay for a while, right?"
"I have a family thing in the evening, so I have to leave by then."
"Really? That's too bad."
Sorry as she was for the disappointed look on his face, the reason Kang Iseor had come here today was different.
"You have cleaning supplies at home, right?"
"I do, but why?"
"I'm going to clean up a bit. Your smell is all over the place."
"Is it that bad? I thought I kept things pretty clean for a guy..."
His voice sounded dejected. In truth, the fact that his scent had soaked into the house was actually a welcome thing for Kang Iseor, who had a smell fetish. But the conversation she'd just had with her friend kept bothering her, so she decided to go through with the cleaning anyway.
What if some other woman comes here and gets addicted to his scent?
It might have been an overreaction, but she felt like she wouldn't be able to relax unless she eliminated even the slightest possibility.
"If Noona doesn't like it, I guess I can't stop you. I'll help too."
"I'll take care of it. You can just do whatever you were doing."
"No, let's do it together..."
"It's fine. I'll call you if I need anything, so just bring out the cleaning supplies and go to your room."
"...Okay."
Seeing Han Jihoon's slightly downcast face made her feel a pang of guilt. Still, right now, cutting off the root of her anxiety came first.
Alright. I'll clean as much as I possibly can.
She cleaned Han Jihoon's house even more thoroughly than her own room. She washed clothes that had been in the closet for a long time, laundered the curtains, and meticulously wiped down window crevices and under the furniture that were usually overlooked. Still not satisfied, she even went to the nearby mart to buy more cleaning supplies and erased every last trace of his scent from every corner.
It was nearly three hours later when the major cleaning was finally done. Han Jihoon, who had obediently stayed in his room as she'd instructed, couldn't close his mouth when he came out to the living room.
"Whoa, what the...? It's insanely clean now?"
"Right? Now even if some other wom— I mean, other people come over, it'll be fine."
"Not like anyone else is coming over besides you anyway, but thank you."
"It's nothing. I did it for my own satisfaction."
This should be enough that no woman who came here for a while would get drunk on his scent. Even so, the warning from her friend and the anxiety it had caused wouldn't go away, so Kang Iseor spoke up.
"Hey. When you're out and about, be careful around women. Especially ones who approach you in a friendly way."
"Huh? Where's this coming from?"
"Why? Um, well... c-cults! I saw it on YouTube. There are tons of female cult members who approach men to recruit them for their religion! So you need to be careful too!"
"Oh, I thought it was something serious. I would never fall for that. Noona, you worry more than you look."
"..."
Han Jihoon was grinning without any idea what was really going on inside her. That expression annoyed her for some reason, but instead of smacking him, Kang Iseor stepped closer and pressed her lips against his.
"Noona?"
"Mmph, chu... slurp, mwah. Ah..."
Even though she knew it was impossible, she hoped that by doing this, her own scent would cling heavily to him. So that no other woman would set her sights on him. She kissed him with desperate longing, and he responded by tangling his tongue with hers and wrapping his thick arms around her.
"Mmm... slurp, chu, hah...♡"
She wanted to keep feeling Han Jihoon's warmth and scent like this forever. She wanted to do even more, and her body was heating up with desire, but if she did it now, she wouldn't make it in time for her family commitment.
"Haa... I should get going. I'm having dinner at Grandma's with Mom tonight. I can't be late."
"Can't be helped then. Be safe. Thanks for cleaning today."
"Yeah. Be careful of other women outside and don't just let anyone into the house. Got it?"
"You don't have to worry so much."
"...I'll go then."
Just as much as Han Jihoon felt it, this moment was painful for Kang Iseor too. Still, remembering her promise to her mother, she forced herself to turn away from him and stepped out the front door.
Iseor Noona went home. She suddenly said she was coming over, so I naturally assumed she was here to sniff my scent, but it turned out she wanted to erase it instead. I guess I'll have to clean the house more diligently from now on so she doesn't get bothered by it.
I don't really understand why she suddenly decided to clean today after being quiet about it all this time. Maybe because she couldn't show her mature older-sister side like she did back in middle school, she wanted to play the noona role this time?
But no matter how hard she tried, she only looked cute in my eyes now. Just look at today. She seriously believed some YouTube video about cults and kept earnestly warning me to be careful. That mix of seeming sharp and competent yet occasionally showing her childish side was part of her charm.
That aside, how am I supposed to explain Park Yuna to Noona...?
I knew that the longer I dragged this out, the more difficult it would become, but it wasn't easy to make a decision. In the end, I once again pushed the decision onto my future self.
Now what am I supposed to do about this?
The kiss had left me rock hard, but the person responsible had left, saying she had plans. Inside my pants, it was throbbing in protest, demanding to be satisfied. It looked like I'd have no choice but to take care of it myself.
I guess I'll have to use that nude photo Noona sent me before.
And so, thanks to her, I spent some alone time in my now spotless house.
The next evening, I stood in front of Park Yuna's familiar front door once again. I'd received a message from her asking me to come over for another compatibility test.
"Jihoon! Come in!"
"You called me earlier than usual this time? Did practice go well?"
"Ah, well..."
The woman who had been smiling brightly just moments ago spoke in a tiny voice.
"Actually... I didn't practice at all."
"Why not? Didn't you say you wanted to date me, Yuna?"
"I do... but to satisfy you, I need to practice... and it was too hard so I didn't..."
What was going on with the woman who had been desperately trying to win my favor? Not practicing was one thing, but openly admitting it like this was strange. If it were her, I would've expected her to lie and say she had practiced even if she hadn't.
"..."
"Did... did I do something wrong? Are you going to punish me again today?"
Only after hearing those words did I notice the anticipation in her eyes. This girl was doing it again—she wanted to be punished by my cock. If her goal was to obtain my wealth, she should have been prioritizing making me happy over her own pleasure, but it seemed last time's sex had been incredibly enjoyable for her.
"Did you deliberately not practice because you wanted to be punished?"
"N-no?! It's not that... It's just that you gave me another chance after a long time, and I ignored your kindness, so... I thought I deserved to be punished..."
Park Yuna twisted her fingers while stealing glances at me. Anyone could see the look in her eyes—she was clearly expecting something from me. Unfortunately for her, I'd decided on a different strategy today.
I was going to let this woman, who suffered from severe affection deprivation, experience gentle and tender sex for once.
"No. I'm not going to punish you or anything."
"Huh? Why...? If I did something wrong, shouldn't I be punished?"
"The reason you got so exhausted that you didn't even want to practice is all because of me. So as an apology, today I'll make you feel really good, Yuna."
"Me? Eek!"
I pulled the bewildered woman into my arms.
"J-Jihoon?!"
"I'm sorry for making you suffer because of my selfishness."
"No, um, it's okay..."
She looked visibly flustered, trapped in my arms and unable to do anything. I hugged her slender, plush body even tighter, like a doll.
"Jihoon, wait a second...!"
"Do you hate being close to me?"
"N-no, it's not that! It's just that it's been years since I've hugged anyone else..."
No matter how surprised she was, that was definitely an exaggeration. Still, the fact that her reaction was this intense meant the approach I'd chosen was quite effective. I decided to stick with this concept for the rest of the day.
"Should we go to the bedroom? You're tired, Yuna, so you can just stay still. I'll take full responsibility and make you feel good."
"Y-yes..."
The cheeks of Park Yuna as she answered were flushed redder than they'd ever been before.