My Body Got So Hot
My body felt like it was on fire. It was as if electricity was coursing through every inch of me. Sure, it was the most cliché metaphor imaginable. But right now, there was no better way to describe what I was experiencing… I could say that with absolute certainty.
“Hey, hey! This! Th-this thing!!”
“Huuu…”
Along with that came a strange, guttural moan from my ‘little sister.’ As the sound left her, she curled her fingers into a fist.
“Hngh!”
Then, as if she suddenly realized she was gripping my cock, she jerked back in shock and spread her palm open again.
“Ah, ugh, uuuuh!”
She shivered violently, stomping her feet on the floor. At the same time, a thick bead of precum welled up from my urethra and dribbled out.
“…So, how does it feel to touch a dick?”
My body pressed even closer to hers. Only when it became physically impossible for her to escape did she finally curl up into a small ball. The frantic reactions that had been shaking her slowly began to settle.
“Ha… haa… huu, huuu…”
She stayed crouched against the wall, panting heavily. Her gaze was fixed firmly on the floor. The hand that had just been wrapped around my cock trembled uncontrollably, as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
“Hey, Park Eun-yeong.”
“Ha… haeu, hu… ah…”
She looked completely out of it, like her soul had left her body. Given that what just happened was probably something she’d never imagined in her entire life, her reaction wasn’t exactly surprising.
“…M-move….”
“What?”
“I said move, damn it!”
From the sound of her voice, it was clear her composure had completely shattered.
“Whatever you’re feeling right now—the emotion, the sensation, the impression—remember all of it. Got it?”
With those final words, I released her wrist. I pulled my pants and underwear back up around my waist, then walked over to the chair I’d been sitting in and plopped down.
“…And this is exactly what I was talking about. You have to go at least this far if you want to be any help to me.”
It was a pretty shameless thing to say. Still, as far as improvised excuses went, it wasn’t half bad.
“……Y-you’re saying… something like this… is supposed to help…?”
Her tone was full of disbelief. No—more like outright refusal to believe. Slowly, she lifted her head from the floor and turned her gaze toward me where I sat in the chair.
“Of course. Experiences like this don’t come around often.”
I nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and gave her a bright smile.
“Or…”
“Ah! A-ah, aaaaah!”
My eyes landed on her panties lying on the floor near my feet. Without a second thought, I picked them up and brought them straight to my nose, sniffing deeply.
“…Like secretly smelling your little sister’s panties, for example.”
She twitched, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to control her own body properly.
“Or jerking off with them. That’d count as experience too, right?”
I draped the panties over my cock, which was still rock-hard and tenting my pants.
“…And remembering the humiliated look on my little sister’s face while she watches? That’s pretty good too.”
I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, flashing her a mischievous grin. The look on her face was anything but ordinary, but instead of worrying about that, my first thought was whether I should actually try jerking off with her panties next time.
*
Every step I took made my crotch feel itchy and sticky. The discomfort reminded me that I’d left my panties behind in Oppa’s room. I stopped dead in my tracks and ran through a million thoughts at once.
Should I just leave them? Should I go back and get them? Caught in this impossible situation with no good options, I finally decided to retrieve the panties.
Thousands of simulations flashed through my mind. I’d open the door, snatch the panties off the floor, and immediately leave the room. I wanted to act bold and casual, to show that none of this bothered me in the slightest.
“Hey! Those are my pan—ah…”
But the moment I opened the door, my perfect plan cracked apart.
“W-wait, just a second…”
My voice was shaking so badly it cracked.
“I-I didn’t come in on purpose because of… that… Anyway, I-I’m leaving now…”
I snatched the panties off the floor in a hurry. All I had to do was walk out. But the sight of Oppa sucking on his own fingers was incredibly distracting.
“B-but… that hand…”
“……”
“Why the hell are you sucking on the fingers that were just touching my… fuck…”
Those were definitely the same fingers that had been groping me earlier. Now they were in his mouth. And the front of his pants was bulging obscenely. My head was spinning. It felt like I was drunk.
By the time I came back to my senses, I was backed up against the wall. For some reason, Oppa had taken off both his pants and underwear. He was holding my wrist and saying something, but that wasn’t important right now.
Something had brushed against my fingertips, sending chills all over my body. I quickly realized it was pubic hair. Then, not long after, something soft and squishy grazed my fingers again.
Oppa said it was an accident. He said he was sorry. I didn’t know what was an accident or what he was sorry for… but the next sensation that hit my hand made me scream.
“Kyaa, kyaaaaaaaang—!!”
I knew it instinctively. This was definitely the first time I’d ever touched one. And yet the feeling against my palm told me without a doubt that it was Oppa’s cock.
“Ugh, huuu… haa, hu…”
I was so shocked my legs gave out. I collapsed onto the floor, landing hard on my ass. My wrist was still caught in his grip, leaving me dangling there helplessly.
“…M-move…”
“What?”
“I said move, damn it!”
My pants were soaked in an instant. I thought I’d actually pissed myself from the shock.
“Whatever you’re feeling right now—the emotion, the sensation, the impression—remember all of it. Got it?”
Oppa muttered those words to me. He wanted me to remember everything I was feeling. Then the grip on my wrist disappeared, and my hand dropped limply to the floor.
“…And this is exactly what I was talking about. You have to go at least this far if you want to be any help to me.”
Oppa, now sitting in the chair, said it again.
“……Y-you’re saying… something like this… is supposed to help…?”
The shame of having wet myself in front of him again left me completely lost. Of course, I’d suspected things might get a little risqué, but I had never imagined it would go this far.
“Of course. Experiences like this don’t come around often.”
He picked up my panties from the floor, buried his nose in them, and took a deep sniff. That alone far exceeded anything I’d expected. Then he placed them directly on top of his massive, swollen bulge.
And just like that, something gushed out of me again. My pants had already been wet, but now they felt downright nasty.
“…And remembering the humiliated look on my little sister’s face while she watches? That’s pretty good too.”
Having said that, Oppa began to move his hand. It settled over the panties and slowly stroked up and down, caressing the towering erection beneath them.
Once again, something surged out of me. My head felt like it was boiling. It was as if steam was clouding my vision. My mind had gone completely blank. All I could do was sit there silently and watch what he was doing.
“Ah…”
The soft, wet sound of skin rubbing against fabric filled my ears. I could only stare as my own panties were rubbed against his cock. My body grew hotter. My mind grew hazy. Every thought in my head vanished.
Why was I breathing so hard? Why did my heart feel like it was about to burst? Even though my pants were already drenched, I couldn’t stop the repeated gushes of fluid. There was nothing I could do about it.
Even as my consciousness grew foggy, my eyes stayed fixed on him. The sides of Oppa I’d never seen before… the sides of him I hadn’t known existed… began to overlap with the protagonist from his novels.
They overlapped. And because they overlapped, my body kept getting hotter and hotter.
“Ha, haaaa…”
I let out a heated sigh that had been building from deep in my lower belly. But it showed no sign of cooling down. For some reason, I pictured myself already pinned beneath him, panting desperately with my legs spread wide—the version of ‘Park Eun-yeong’ that had been in that position.
If it were me… no, if it were ‘Park Eun-yeong’… and if Oppa was right in front of her like this… then she would definitely do this.
That’s what I thought. So I leaned my back against the wall, looked at him, and slowly lay down.
“Haaaa…”
Why was the air so thick and heavy? Why was my head spinning like this? I must have been intoxicated by something. Otherwise, there was no way I would have lain down in such a vulgar position right in front of him. No way I would have tried to peel off my already soaked, squelching pants.
Still… this was all just research material. He’d said every bit of this counted as experience. So, with that thought in mind, I felt just a little bit lighter. That was why I was taking off these unbearably stuffy pants right in front of Oppa.