I Want to Touch My "Little Sister's" Pubic Hair
"......For real?"
"Huh? Uh?"
"No, I'm asking if what you just said is real."
Suddenly my mind went completely blank. I couldn't even remember what I'd said just moments before. My head was a total white sheet of paper.
"Ah, that is...."
I'd told him it was for research. And that I'd teach Oppa about women... Yeah, something along those lines.
"O-of course! It's the least I should do... since we're splitting the royalties half and half, right...?"
In truth the royalties had nothing to do with it. That was nothing more than an excuse... just a pretext I was using.
Clap-!
"Eek!"
I'd been lost in thought when the sudden clap of hands startled me. Of course what I'd just blurted out was far more shocking, but I managed to keep my expression together as I looked at Oppa.
"Alright, let's organize this."
"Ah, yeah."
"You'll draw the illustrations, I'll write, you'll review them, and if there's feedback we'll revise within reason. That's correct so far, right?"
"...Yes."
"But you're telling me to hand over half the royalties. In return... that thing, you know... like last time with the rustling, you'll help me write. Right?"
"Uh...."
"Hmm...."
Oppa clapped his hands a few more times. It really looked like applause. Then he crossed his arms, lifted one leg, crossed it over the other, leaned back halfway, and scanned me up and down.
"...W-what...?"
A chill ran down my spine. The back of my neck tingled. My lower belly felt itchy. It was as if bugs were crawling across my skin, wrapping me in a strange, hazy sensation.
"...Specifically, how exactly can you help me?"
"What?"
"I mean, last time you said you'd keep helping me like when I closed my eyes because I didn't like the 'rustling' description, right?"
"Ah... well, if necessary... I was thinking of doing that...?"
"Huu...."
Oppa let out a deep sigh-like breath, uncrossed his legs, and crossed them the other way.
"It's a bit ambiguous? But half the royalties?"
"...What's ambiguous? The rustling wasn't like what I said—"
"No. That's because you don't know. That time I only touched over the clothes."
"...What are you even saying! There was a s-sound!"
"No. That was just the sound of a hand brushing cloth like this."
Swish- swish- swish-
Oppa started rubbing his own forearm with his palm. The ordinary, natural sound of skin sliding over fabric filled the air.
"See? How is this different from last time?"
"...No, it's not... It definitely wasn't... There was a sound...."
I'd been so flustered. My memory was hazy except for the part where I ran away in shock when his hand poked my most private place.
"Look again. With this, how could you possibly help me? Half? Come on, you might as well tell me to drink poison."
Oppa mocked me with the corner of his mouth curled up. He leaned all the way back in the chair and wiggled his toes.
"I-I can help! Honestly the revisions this time came out way better because you followed what I said. Didn't they?"
"No. Even if that's true, it doesn't mean it's worth half the share. It was just reader feedback. I absolutely can't give you half for that."
Asking for half was excessive even to me. But if I didn't show this much greed, Oppa might get the wrong idea... so I'd deliberately suggested an over-the-top ratio.
Still, I'd thought Oppa would accept. No, I'd been certain he would. After all, Oppa was a crazy pervert who used his own little sister as the model for the heroine... so there was no way he'd refuse. That's what I'd believed.
That belief was now being beautifully shattered.
"Ah... Then c-close your eyes!!"
"...Huh?"
"Close your damn eyes!!"
I closed my eyes immediately as ordered. My heart felt like it would explode any second.
"...If you open your eyes you're really dead. I'll kill you for real. Got it?"
"...Y-yeah."
My voice trembled with strange excitement and anticipation. I never knew the command to close my eyes could sound so arousing.
A tick—something snapped.
Then came a swiiiish—as if pants were sliding down.
I had to guess everything from sound alone. Maybe that was why every tiny noise felt like it was coming from right beside me.
My hearing grew razor sharp. I focused entirely on the sounds.
Thud—
Something hit the floor. The sound of skin brushing fabric... that was definitely feet slipping out of pants.
Thud—
Another object fell. She must have moved the pants aside.
"...Gulp."
I swallowed the saliva that had pooled in my completely dry mouth. My lower body was growing heavier.
"...I told you not to open them...."
"Ah, yeah. I-I didn't open them."
I stammered like an idiot. My dry, cracked lips parted and stung.
"Haaaa...."
My "little sister's" sigh.
Swwwiiiish—
A somehow obscene sound filled the room.
Flick— The snap of elastic, then another thud as something dropped from above.
"...You asked what I could help with, right...?"
"Uh, yeah."
"...If this helps... then we'll really split it half and half... And... if you need it... I'll help you...."
At my "little sister's" whisper, I slowly nodded. Anticipation made me unconsciously clench my fists tight.
Rustle- rustle- rustle-
"Haaaa...."
Along with my "little sister's" deep sigh came the sound of something being stroked, making my clenched hands feel awkward. It sounded like petting hair, or smoothing clothes.
"...Can you hear it now...?"
"...Ah, no?"
I'd expected her to grab my wrist like last time and guide my hand there.
"...Listen carefully."
Once more came the saraak sound. My "little sister" kept stroking whatever it was.
"I can't hear it well."
"Ah...."
With a sigh she seemed to step boldly forward. The sound grew even closer.
"Now can you hear it?"
I'd been hearing it the whole time. The problem was that simply listening wasn't enough to satisfy me.
"......Ahem. I'm not sure... What exactly are you doing right now?"
I steadied my trembling voice and acted as casual as possible, playing dumb.
"The s-sound... Listen carefully... It's not rustling...."
"Come closer."
"H-haaaa...."
It was a hollow laugh. The chuckle continued as my "little sister" took another step nearer.
"I-is this enough...? It's enough now, right?"
We were practically touching. The situation unfolding right beside me kept painting itself in my head, making my face burn.
"That sound. Isn't it completely different from how it's described in the novel?"
"...What more do you want...? I've already done this much!"
"No. The sound of pussy hairs rubbing together and the sensation I feel when I actually touch them with my hand are inevitably different. Right now it just sounds like saraak or sabak. That won't capture the flavor in writing. Now that I think about it, there's nothing prickly about it either."
"...I keep telling you it's not prickly at all...?"
"Heh, well I wouldn't know. That's your impression. The description that goes in the novel has to be mine."
I finished speaking and relaxed my stiff body. Leaning comfortably against the chair back, I crossed my legs. Otherwise my heavy erection might be noticed.
"This isn't enough. And since it's research anyway... it should be fine if I touch your pubic hair once, right?"
I said it shamelessly. The words strongly emphasized that this was work, proof that I had no other dark motives.
"...Research...."
"You asked for half, didn't you? If you want half, you have to go at least this far. I don't know how you see it, but this is clearly work, you know?"
My heart felt like it would burst from my chest. The pounding was so loud it rang in my head.
"Ah... It's work... This is work... Since it's work, then...."
Her voice sounded half-asleep. The "little sister" who had been mumbling quietly finally fell silent.
"...What will you do? If you want to be paid according to the work you put in, then I suppose I need to touch your pubic hair once?"
I stretched one hand forward. Honestly it was the same feeling as that day.
I want to touch my "little sister's" pubic hair.
There was no way to reveal that desire openly, but since this was work... touching my "little sister's" pubic hair once seemed perfectly acceptable.
Of course this was all for research, my own effort to write a better erotic novel.