What the Hell Is That Smell?
Kang Iseor burst into her room in a panic and began stripping off her clothes one by one. After yanking off her hoodie and then her pants, all that remained were her bra and panties. With her face flushed bright red, she tore the bra away from her chest.
Shlrrrp….
A thick rope of semen stretched between her breasts and the bra like melted cheese. At the same time, the heat that had been trapped inside burst out in every direction, as if someone had lifted the lid off a boiling pot. The mere fact that Han Jihoon’s fluids were touching her skin made her burn with unbearable heat. The entire way here, she hadn’t had a single moment for the semen to dry.
“Haa…”
Her mind grew hazy from the scent that pierced her nose. Kang Iseor peeled off her panties as well and sat on the bed, completely covered in sweat and semen, then began to masturbate.
“Nngh, hah… haa…”
With her left hand she clutched the soiled panties while her right hand tormented the space between her legs. The smell of semen was so overpowering that it had completely erased her own scent from the fabric.
“Hngaa, hah, heeek. This is it… With this, I can cum all by myself.”
Just inhaling his scent seemed to amplify her pleasure dozens of times over. As if rewarding herself for holding back the entire way to this room, Kang Iseor sank into a sweet climax.
“Aah…”
She wanted to keep masturbating like this forever. But the reason she had stolen the semen wasn’t simply to enjoy it. She needed to break free from this bizarre condition her body was in. For that, she had to preserve this scent for as long as possible.
Good. That’s enough.
She picked up a black plastic bag that had been lying in the room and stuffed the semen-soaked bra and panties inside. She planned to keep the smell sealed inside for as long as she could, only cracking the bag open slightly whenever she needed a hit.
Now I’ll masturbate until I’m sick of it. Until I don’t think about him even a little bit.
With her nose pressed against the opening of the bag, her fingers once again slipped between her legs.
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By the time the date had changed, it was already ten o’clock on Monday morning. The desperate sounds of heavy breathing still echoed from inside Kang Iseor’s room.
“Hngh, ngh… haa… Even after this much, it’s still not enough?”
Ever since she had returned from Han Jihoon’s studio apartment yesterday, she had devoted every single second to pleasuring herself. The only exceptions were the internet broadcast she had been scheduled to do and the brief moments when she had passed out from exhaustion. Even so, her fingers continued to rub her slick, wet folds.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
Stealing Han Jihoon’s semen hadn’t been in vain. As long as his scent was present, she could reach satisfying climaxes, which was why she had managed to complete last night’s stream without any issues.
The problem was all the free time outside of her broadcast schedule. Since she could smell it whenever she wanted, she kept opening the bag containing the underwear. Naturally, that would excite her, and she would start masturbating again.
Why does he keep popping into my head no matter how many times I do this? I have to go to the office soon…
She wanted to keep going until the very idea of masturbation disgusted her, until she was completely sick of it. But she had an important schedule, so after reaching one final climax, she stopped touching herself and headed for the bathroom.
It was Monday morning. In other words, the day after Noona Iseor had gone home wearing panties soaked with my cum. It was also the day I had decided to finish writing the entry I had started on the app yesterday.
One night should have been enough for her to enjoy it, right?
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I was incredibly curious whether the content I had written would come true exactly as I described it, and if so, what kind of reaction Noona would have. A faint, expectant smile spread across my lips as I set my phone down on the desk.
“Mom, I’m heading to the office for a bit!”
Having finished getting ready, Kang Iseor stepped out of the house. She was dressed in her usual casual style—thick hoodie and comfortable pants. It wasn’t exactly appropriate office attire, but she didn’t seem to care at all.
Now that I’m out, I feel like I didn’t finish properly. I should’ve done it one more time before leaving.
She had even masturbated in the shower, yet the frustration still lingered. Still, this much should let her hold out for the next few hours.
It’s already this late? If I don’t hurry, I’ll be late for the meeting.
The place Kang Iseor hurried toward was the office of the MCN (Multi-Channel Network) she belonged to—the agency that managed internet streamers. The moment she opened the door and stepped inside, a woman inside greeted her warmly.
“Iseor, you’re here?”
“Haa, haa. Chaerin unnie.”
“Did you run the whole way? There’s still time. You could’ve taken it easy.”
“Just in case, you know.”
The woman who handed her a glass of water and told her to catch her breath was An Chae-rin. She was the CEO of Sandfox Entertainment, the MCN Kang Iseor belonged to. Having started her business at a young age, she had achieved considerable success. She had also been close with Kang Iseor for a long time and was the one who had first suggested she try internet streaming.
“But why is it only you in the office, unnie? Where is everyone else?”
“One person took a half-day, and the rest are either out on business or working from home. We can look at the samples together today.”
Sandfox was a small company with as few employees and affiliated creators as its modest office suggested. Given that MCNs shared revenue with their creators, having fewer contractors naturally meant lower profits. Despite that, the company had successfully established itself in the industry, which implied it had a solid separate source of income.
“The appointment time is almost here, so he should be arriving soon.”
Just as An Chae-rin said, a man entered the office a short while later. He was dressed in a neat suit with polished manners. Unlike Kang Iseor, he looked exactly like someone who had come to discuss a business deal involving real money.
“Hello, CEO. I hope you’ve been well?”
“Yes. Thank you for coming all this way. Would you like something to drink?”
“Oh, if you’re offering, I’d be grateful.”
The man, who had answered politely, quietly turned his gaze toward the silent Kang Iseor.
“Miss Kang Iseor. I enjoy watching your streams. This is my first time meeting you in person. Please take good care of me.”
The man offered a friendly greeting and extended his hand for a handshake, but all he received in return was a curt reply.
“…Yes. Hello.”
“Ah, well. Iseor is actually quite shy in person, unlike her broadcast persona. It’s a bit surprising, isn’t it?”
At An Chae-rin’s defense, the man withdrew his hand with an awkward laugh.
“Ah, I see. Since I’m a fan, I got a little too excited and was rude on our first meeting.”
“No, no. She’s just a bit nervous, so please don’t mind her. I’ll bring you some tea. Is jasmine tea okay?”
“Yes, I like jasmine tea.”
After some light conversation over tea, it was finally time to get down to business. The man took several items out of his bag and laid them out on the table.
“Here are the samples made according to the designs you sent.”
On the table were hoodies and caps of various designs—merchandise samples for Kang Iseor, who was both an internet streamer and a YouTuber. This meeting was the final confirmation before mass production of the commissioned goods.
“This is the hoodie from Design A, this is B, and this is C.”
“Wow, they turned out really well again this time. Iseor, what do you think?”
Even before An Chae-rin asked, Kang Iseor’s eyes had already changed. She began examining the samples with serious focus.
“This one’s the best. But the sleeve hem isn’t finished properly?”
“Ah! That’s because these are test samples made only to check if the printing matched the design… The final products will be perfect.”
“The caps aren’t bad either. Except they’re a bit brighter than the design. Could you tone them down to match the original? Even a slight color difference makes it hard to match with the clothes.”
“I-is that so? I’ll check when I get back and make the adjustments.”
“The logo size looks a little better smaller in real life. Please shrink it just a bit.”
“Yes, yes!”
The man couldn’t hide his surprise at how enthusiastically Kang Iseor had transformed from her earlier indifferent attitude. Once again, An Chae-rin stepped in with an explanation that wasn’t really an explanation.
“She’s a bit picky, isn’t she? She’s extremely detail-oriented, so the person who came last time was sweating bullets too.”
“Oh no, not at all. Thanks to her thoroughness, your products always sell out instantly. And Sandfox is a VIP client that always places large orders, so of course we’ll accommodate you.”
As the man said, Sandfox was treated like a VIP by apparel manufacturers because they produced large quantities of clothing merch and sold them all out. Thanks to trendy designs and high quality, the items flew off the shelves even among customers who weren’t fans of their creators. Many people even thought of Sandfox as a clothing brand rather than an MCN.
While the revenue structure was somewhat unusual compared to other companies in the same industry, clothing merchandise had become Sandfox’s golden goose, allowing them to carve out a place for themselves in a red ocean market.
“Yes. Then we’ll proceed with production reflecting everything we discussed today.”
“Great. Thank you.”
Once the confirmation was complete, the merchandise company employee left the office.
“Good work, Iseor. Thanks again.”
“It’s nothing, unnie. I was just looking at products.”
“Still, the merch you’ve been involved with from the design stage to final confirmation always becomes a huge hit. If it weren’t for you, our company might have gone under a long time ago.”
“I just care because I’m selling to people who like me. And I should be the one thanking you. You’re the reason I found my career path.”
Kang Iseor smiled warmly, her words filled with genuine gratitude.
“Look at you, smiling so beautifully. You should smile more often.”
“It doesn’t work well with men. And that guy smelled weird when he walked by…”
“Really? I didn’t notice anything. You really do have a dog’s nose.”
Kang Iseor had always been sensitive to people’s scents, but it had never been this extreme. She used to just click her tongue inwardly if she caught an unpleasant smell. But ever since she had passed out in Han Jihoon’s studio apartment, the scent of every man now felt unbearably repulsive to her.
Except for Han Jihoon’s, of course.
Why does only that bastard’s smell feel different…
The moment she thought of him, the frustration in her lower abdomen that had briefly subsided began to rise again.
“Iseor, have you eaten lunch? If not, want to grab something together? My treat.”
“I’m sorry, unnie. I have an appointment, so I should get going.”
“Really? That’s too bad. Let’s eat together next time then.”
“Okay. I’ll head out now. I’m really sorry.”
Even as she apologized once more out of guilt, the thought of wanting to masturbate while smelling his scent refused to leave her mind. Before her reason could be completely devoured by that urge, Kang Iseor hurriedly quickened her steps.
“Hmm~… mmm-hmm~.”
Kang Iseor’s mother was humming a tune while pushing the vacuum cleaner. She had already cleaned the kitchen and her own room. Now she just needed to finish the living room. As she lightly pushed and pulled the vacuum with a light heart, her eyes landed on her daughter’s bedroom door. Her daughter, who was currently out.
I wonder if that girl even cleans her own room properly.
Perhaps because she kept streaming equipment inside, Kang Iseor didn’t like her mother entering her room. Even though her daughter was a college student on leave, she was still a proper adult who earned her own money, so her mother tried to respect her privacy as much as possible.
If I go in without permission again, she’ll probably complain. I should just leave it alone.
She quickly pushed down her curiosity and focused on cleaning. After finishing the living room, all that remained was to put the vacuum back in its place. But instead of moving the vacuum, Kang Iseor’s mother stood still, staring at her daughter’s door.
Since I’m already cleaning, should I tidy up Iseor’s room too?
She didn’t know why she had suddenly changed her mind. She had never once entered her daughter’s room without permission before, yet for some reason, she now felt she had to go inside.
Yeah. I’ll just run the vacuum lightly, air the room out a bit, and come right back out.
Soon, her mother’s hand turned the doorknob. The moment the door opened, her face crumpled.
“I can’t take this anymore. What the hell is that smell?”