Hikikomori Me and My Perfect Sister
Setting aside for now why I, a total shut-in, turned into a parasitic dick, and why this doesn't feel like a dream but stone-cold reality.
I take a few slow steps forward.
Squish— squish—
"..."
I should be walking on two legs right now, but instead, I'm waddling along on my wrinkled, taut ballsack.
My head's probably the glans, and this shaft-like rod is my body...
This is my dick, isn't it?
No matter how I look at it, this is the trusty little guy from down below who's been with me for twenty-odd years since my circumcision.
A sudden question flashes through my mind.
How the hell can I see my surroundings without eyes, nose, or mouth? And my hearing and sense of smell are still working fine...
No, fuck that. That's not the important part.
The only thing that matters right now is that I've turned into a dick.
Why? What did I eat wrong? I had my usual cup ramen.
Did I catch some disease? If there was a sickness that turned you into a dick, it would've been all over the evening news or the tabloids—I'd have heard about it.
Pffft—!
Then why the fuck did I turn into a dick?!
Did heaven punish me for leeching off my sister all these years like a pathetic loser?
Twitch—!
Wait... Sis?
The dick-mode me reflected in the mirror trembles.
I was too shocked by turning into a dick to think straight, but I live with my sister.
What would she say if she saw me like this? Even if she's the kindest sister ever, she wouldn't just sit there with some random crawling dick-monster in the house.
She'd throw me out, call the cops... or maybe even kill me.
I can feel everything with my senses, but without a mouth, I can't speak or explain myself to her.
After imagining all sorts of horrors, I start scanning the room for a hiding spot before she finds me.
Under the desk... in the drawer... behind the mirror... Plenty of options.
Under the bed it is!
With this body—no, this dick-body—I can't climb anywhere high.
I settle on crawling into the shadows right behind the bed, close to the floor.
Squelch— squelch—
I hustle along, using what used to be my feet—now fully balls—to propel me.
It's pitch black in here. Can't see a damn thing...
My room's always dark with the lights off, but under the bed is on another level.
Ugh, the dust! It's everywhere!
I never clean much anyway, let alone under here.
Sob... What a miserable fate.
Covered in dust like a filthy prick, I curl up my shaft and start shedding tears from under the bed.
Drip...
Even my tears come out like precum from the tip—it's all too pathetic.
Is there a way to turn back? Or do I live like this forever?
No, not forever.
> Your lifespan... '30 days'.
Right before I changed, amid all that info-dump in my head, there was something about my lifespan being 30 days.
It's not just a hallucination—it feels too real.
No proof, but it's like instinct or encoded in my genes. As natural as knowing you'll shit after eating: I've got exactly 30 days left.
Is that voice connected to why I turned like this?
That's when I decide to run an experiment.
It said I could shoot out a secretion to paralyze women in this state, right?
Hard to tackle a woman and shove into her pussy like this, so that mysterious voice mentioned firing a fluid to paralyze her instantly and loosen her up down there.
Test this, and I'll know if it was real or just crazy talk.
How do I fire it? Just push?
Hngh!
I grit my nonexistent teeth—or whatever—and tense up.
Twitch— bulge—!
My squishy shaft hardens with bulging veins.
Spurt—!!
Gah...!
Blort—!!
Blood drains from my "head" through my whole body as an intense ejaculation hits.
Splat...!
The force is insane, and the volume flooding the floor is dozens of times my usual load.
Hah... hahhh...
That's why? Sage mode hits harder, stamina drain lasts way longer than normal.
Everything blurs, drowsiness floods in, and mentally exhausted, I can't fight it—I close my eyes.
"Jinseong-ah! Jinseong, where are you?! Huh? Jinseong!"
Sis?
I snap my eyes open to her frantic voice.
Clack— clack—
From under the bed, I see busy feet moving around.
Slender ankles in stockings—definitely Sis's.
"Jinseong, come out quick!"
...?
Fine, she's looking for me—that makes sense.
"Sis is going crazy... Stop messing around and come out!!"
But her tone's off. Her usual gentle, soothing voice is shrill, hysterical, sharp like she's pissed.
Not the cold tone she used yelling at relatives at the funeral—something different.
What do I do? She sounds like something's wrong...
For a split second, I think about going out, but...
I hid here to avoid her seeing me like this.
I give up.
Clack— clack—
I'm just watching her feet pace while hiding when...
"R-right! He might've gone outside?!"
Her voice, then the door slams shut.
Sis left...
Regret hits—maybe I should've gone out?—followed by crushing loneliness again.
To survive, I have to parasitize someone.
For a fleeting moment, I think maybe kind, sweet Sis would let me...
No way. That's shameless.
I'm already a burden on her life. Shoving this grotesque thing into her...
That'd make me worse than human trash—a beast ignoring her grace.
Yeah. I've always been her burden. Dying like this might not be so bad.
It could be the bare minimum I do for the sister who's been nothing but kind.
....
So I slump, waiting for the month to pass.
Twitch...
A week passed. Exactly one week—not even that much.
Still a dick.
So weak...
The change? My stamina's visibly drained. The once-taut balls and shaft feel withered.
This is dying, huh?
Constant energy loss scares me a bit.
A few times I think about crawling out and begging Sis for help, but...
Clang—!
"Where are you?! Where the hell are you?! Aaaah!!"
...?
Seeing her freak out kills that idea dead.
Clang— crash—...!
"Kang Jinseong! Jinseong-ah? Jinseong-ah? Jinseong-ah?"
She's smashing stuff in my room, screaming in madness no normal person would.
At first I thought it was urgent and I was gone, but a week of this? Not normal.
"Come out!! I said come out!! Kang!! Jin!! Seong!!!"
Clang—...!
The floor, clean when I first hid, is now littered with monitors and junk she hurled.
Even the mirror I first checked myself in is shattered.
Whoa... Stop! The shards...!
Poke—...!
Her bare foot steps on a sharp shard without hesitation. I freeze.
Did she miss it? There was a piece right there...
Then I see blood pooling from her stopped foot. She stepped on it.
Normal person would scream and back off, but...
Thud... thud... thud...
Ughhh...!!
Bloody-footed, she paces the room.
"Kang Jinseong— Kang Jinseong— Kang Jinseong— Kang Jinseong—"
Chanting my name as she wanders.
That's when it hits: my perfect sister in looks and talent might not be sane.
Sis is weird. So weird...!
I hid at first to not burden her, but now I'm too scared to come out.
The person out there's not the sister I've known for years—something's off.
Creeeak—...
But today, like clockwork, the door opens.
"Jinseong-ah? Sis is home..."
Thud— thud—
Her slow steps—feet wrapped in bandages.
Bled a lot last time; she patched herself up.
Thud—... thud—...
She walks through the mess without cleaning, ignoring glass shards too—but she sticks to her bloody footprints, avoiding more cuts.
"Jinseong-ah... Sis knows you're in here somewhere... Won't you come out? You know Sis takes care of you, loves you, right? Yeah?"
Her voice, like she knows I'm here—my shaft and balls tremble.
Does she really know?
"I love you... I love you... You saved me, remember? I'm alive because of you!!!"
Then the fit starts, spewing nonsense.
Saved her? What?
"Aaaah—!! Kang Jinseong!!! If you went to some other bitch... I'll kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!! I'll kill you!!"
Screaming again, rampaging, tossing stuff.
Crash—...!!
Something drops right in front of me—under the bed's edge.
Piggy bank?
The ceramic one Sis gave me as a birthday gift when Dad remarried to my stepmom. She was taking pottery classes, made it herself.
Clang—...!
It shatters into pieces.
Worried she'll step on them barefoot again, but...
Plop— plop—!
Something metallic tumbles out.
A rectangular metal thing with a lens. Not sure what, but... like a camera.
"Huh? Oh! There it is!"
That thought hits as her hand swoops down and grabs it.
Thud— thud—
Her footsteps fade away.
What? What the hell...?
That piggy bank had no coin slot. Just two tiny holes in the pig nose.
I thought even perfect Sis messes up sometimes, but kept it since she made it.
But if no slot was intentional...
If it had another purpose...
Thinking back, yeah.
Sis always said it was fine if I hid in my room. No need to go out—she'd handle everything.
No encouragement to get better.
I blamed her for my shut-in life—that'd be shitty—so I denied it, but whenever I said I'd try school or get a job...
[Jinseong-ah... You'll just get hurt. You know outsiders aren't as sweet as Sis, right?]
She'd crush my will, like brainwashing me to stay put...
Wait, no door closing sound?
Suddenly, feet right in front—slippers now. Slippers are quiet...
Thump—!
Something settles down.
"...There you are."
Her pure white smiling face fills my entire view.