…Want to Shower First?
My heart was still pounding—thud, thud—hard enough to burst. The atmosphere of the place overwhelmed me completely. The two of us just stood there in a daze for a while before I finally slid the key card into the slot by the door.
“Ah…”
The fluorescent lights flicked on all at once, and my ‘little sister’ let out a tiny, startled gasp.
“……”
“……”
The silence was deafening. I couldn’t stand it, so I scrambled for something—anything—to say.
“...Want to shower first?”
“Sh-sh-shower?!”
My ‘little sister’ flinched so hard she stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically as she retreated all the way to the bed.
“No, I just mean… people usually shower first. And today we’re… you know, doing this like a real date, so… anyway, I’ll go first…?”
“……Do whatever you want!!”
She practically hurled our bags onto the floor, scrambled onto the bed, yanked the blanket over her head, and rolled all the way into the corner like a burrito.
She stayed there, curled up tight beneath the covers, completely still.
“Ah…”
The bathroom was made of glass. The fact that it was frosted offered some small comfort, but you could still see pretty much everything inside. It was beyond awkward.
And of course the parts at face level were completely transparent, as if the owner had some twisted sense of humor. The view was crystal clear.
I peeled off my outer layers first—toss, toss—until I was standing there in nothing but my underwear. Since she had buried herself under the blanket, this was basically the same level of undress I walked around in at home anyway.
I grabbed the complimentary toiletries and stepped into the bathroom. For a motel, the room was actually decently sized, and the facilities weren’t bad at all. The only real downside was the door—it let out a loud, grating creeeak when it opened.
The sound made me flinch, and I heard a sudden rustle from the bed as my ‘little sister’ jolted under the covers.
“Hoo…”
The door swung back and forth noisily before finally settling. The sound gradually faded.
I slipped off the last piece of fabric—my underwear—and tossed it onto the toilet seat in the far corner.
Shhhhhhhhhhhh—
The shower pressure at home was pretty good, but this motel’s showerhead hit like needles. I let the lukewarm water soak me from head to toe.
“Haaaa…”
I didn’t have any real plan after this. To be honest, even my memories of regular dates were hazy, let alone anything involving a motel. The few “dates” I could recall were basically just playing house as kids, and even those weren’t much fun. Most of my memories involved ditching that to hang out with my friends instead.
“Hoo…”
I soaked my hair thoroughly, then reached for the little pouch to grab some shampoo—only to freeze mid-motion.
“……”
Right there in plain sight was a bottle of feminine wash. And right beside it, a pack of condoms that looked exactly like the vitamin packets you buy at the pharmacy.
I did my best to ignore them and pulled out the shampoo instead.
My hands kept speeding up. I usually took long, leisurely showers, but for some reason I couldn’t stop rushing. And for some other reason I found myself scrubbing my lower half with extra care. As a result, that same lower half was steadily growing heavier.
“Haa…”
My head was flooded with dirty thoughts.
“Hoo…”
I shook my head hard, trying to chase them away, and focused only on washing.
I turned around to rinse the soap off my back.
That was all I did.
But when I turned, the entire motel room came into full view.
And my eyes met those of my ‘little sister,’ who was watching me from the bed.
I don’t know if she’d been sneaking glances the whole time, but our gazes locked instantly.
“Aaaaaah!!”
Her sudden scream rang out. Chaos erupted on the bed as she flailed beneath the blanket.
I stood there in that strange, charged situation, my cock growing harder by the second. No—it refused to stop getting hard.
The bathroom door had been noisy from the start. And in a room with basically zero soundproofing, the roar of the shower filled the entire space.
But the loudest sound of all was my own heartbeat.
I’d tried so hard to act calm ever since we left the house, but I’d finally reached my limit. The moment we got out of the taxi and stepped into the motel entrance, my face had burned with heat. I seriously thought I might get a nosebleed.
When Oppa grabbed my wrist, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat.
And lately he’d been initiating skinship way more often… though now that I thought about it, maybe holding wrists didn’t even count as skinship anymore.
Like an idiot, I’d ended up linking my arm with his. I’d been so startled I almost pulled away, but that would’ve been even more embarrassing, so I just tried to look as casual as possible while following him.
“……You must come here a lot. You look way too comfortable.”
“Why? Is that surprising?”
“…You didn’t even have a girlfriend.”
“Why do you assume I didn’t?”
“……”
He definitely didn’t. If he had, there’s no way I wouldn’t have known…
“Should we get the biggest room?”
“…Whatever you want.”
“You pick. Between this one, this one, and this one.”
“Ah! Just pick any of them! You said you know this place well! So just choose already!”
“……”
My voice had risen without me realizing it. Embarrassed, I clamped my mouth shut.
Then came the elevator. I unlinked our arms and retreated to the corner. I didn’t even know why I’d done it, but the elevator had already started moving. By the time I came back to my senses, the two of us were standing awkwardly in a dimly lit room.
“…Want to shower first?”
“Sh-sh-shower?!”
“No, I just mean… people usually shower first. And today we’re… you know, doing this like a real date, so… anyway, I’ll go first…?”
“……Do whatever you want!!”
I immediately headed for the bed and wrapped the blanket around myself like a cocoon. If I didn’t, I was sure he’d hear my heart pounding like a drum.
“……”
The noisy rush of water continued to echo through the room. The blanket had trapped so much heat that I eventually pushed it aside and poked my face out.
“Hup!”
I hadn’t noticed before, but the bathroom was completely visible. The lower half was frosted, so not everything showed, but… Oppa’s broad back was clearly on display.
I just stared at it, completely mesmerized.
“Haaaa…”
Suddenly I wondered what the hell I was even doing here. Alone with Oppa. In a motel. He was showering. I was on the bed. Man and woman. Motel. Shower. Bed.
“Huuuugh!!”
A wave of regret hit me, followed by embarrassment and utter confusion. I didn’t even understand my own feelings. I didn’t know why I’d said those things, or why I was trembling like this.
Deep down, a spark of irritation flared up.
Oppa seemed way too familiar with motels. It annoyed me that he looked so experienced—like maybe he’d been secretly meeting girls behind my back.
There was no way that was true… but how could he have met someone without me knowing?
The faces of the girls who hung out with our friend group flashed through my mind.
“…They’re all ugly anyway… definitely not Oppa’s type…”
If they had been, he would’ve put them in 486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister by now—
A chill ran down my spine. The back of my neck tingled. My whole body went cold.
At least within the range of people I knew, there was one other person who appeared in that novel.
That was when I felt a gaze on me.
I slowly lifted my head, following that burning stare.
“Aaaaaah!!”
Our eyes met perfectly.
My heart plummeted. I immediately regretted not screaming earlier, but I’d already pulled the blanket over my head and was physically kicking at it in panic.
“Idiot, idiot girl… you stupid idiot…”
I cursed myself, but it was far too late. I felt exactly like I’d been caught secretly peeping at him.
Well… I had been looking. But I hadn’t meant to spy! It was just… visible, so I looked. And then I felt a stare and lifted my head. That was all.
“Aaaah… seriously…”
Just thinking about how Oppa was going to tease me made my mind go blank. He’d already made fun of me earlier for getting overly excited and packing way too much before we left.
And now this. On top of everything, the constant tension had my stomach aching dully.
“…Ugh, when is he coming out…”
I’d already gone to the bathroom ahead of time, but it clearly hadn’t helped.
With no other choice, I curled into a tight ball, clutching my stomach and trying to hold it in.
“Ah, aaaaah…”
It had been a while since the shower sound stopped, yet the water kept turning on and off again. Just how long was he going to wash?
“Ahh…”
Thankfully, as I kept holding it, the tension eased and my stomach felt much better.
But that only made me realize all over again how badly I needed to pee.
“…Come out already… please…”
I even considered bolting out of the room. But even if I left, there was nowhere else to go.
“Ah, damn it…”
This was the worst. Still, it wasn’t like this had never happened before…
“O-Oppaaaaa!!!”
My voice filled the tiny motel room. And since the place had basically no soundproofing, Oppa had definitely heard me.