The Lingering Scent of Desire
There was still that unmistakable pussy scent hanging in the air. I sat there in a daze after returning to my spot. Honestly, it was kind of amazing in a way. Who would've thought my sister liked me this much? But how was I supposed to process these feelings of hers?
Even if I love beautiful women, I still want something a bit more normal. Sure, it was subculture slang, but yanderes were basically mythical creatures. Most guys would run screaming from a girl with intense attachment issues alone—not to mention the creepy possessiveness on top of that.
This won't be easy. Of course, So-na's not some extreme case. But there's still something a little twisted about her. Was it because we weren't blood-related? Did that make it even more thrilling? Even so, that level of intensity...
At least nothing bad happened. Thank God. I'd been terrified of running into a stalker. It was a relief there'd been no such disaster.
I let out a deep sigh, and someone patted my shoulder. Turning around, I saw my sister looking all fresh and composed.
"Oh, sis. Where'd you go?"
"The bathroom! Hehe."
"There aren't any bathrooms nearby. Must've been far."
"Uh? Yeah! It was pretty far. Haha."
I chuckled and handed her a sparkling water. Even her hasty excuse was cute.
"Here, drink up."
"Thanks!"
We sat together and sipped. The carbonation fizzed coolly down my throat, sharp and refreshing. Sitting so close to her, I caught her body scent. She'd apparently spritzed on some freesia perfume somewhere.
But she couldn't hide it completely.
There was that pussy scent. Faintly mixed with her sweat, but it was there—strong and pungent. Had she been that turned on?
Maybe that's what they mean by a bitch in heat. And yet...
She was back to her usual soft, gentle self, pointing out at the Han River.
"Oh, look over there. Aren't those ducks?"
"Yeah, cute."
"Their feathers are so fluffy!"
"Haha."
At this point, I wanted to pin her down right there. For her, maybe sex was the real salvation?
WFC fighters fuck their wives after matches too. I'd always envied that. Horny with a woman right there? You just go for it—no hesitation.
"Sis, what's that fragrance? Hmm."
"Uh, what? What is?"
"Weird. Something unfamiliar. Sniff sniff."
I teased her on purpose, staring calmly. And there it was—her eyes wavered. A clear pupil earthquake.
"Ugh, wh-what smell?"
"Freesia, right?"
"Huh?"
She looked shocked. Then, after staring at me a moment, she blushed and smiled faintly, nodding eagerly.
"Oh, yeah! In the bathroom, some woman was fixing her makeup and spraying perfume. Hehe."
"I see. Must be inconvenient for girls. Takes time."
"Yeah. I don't doll up like that anyway."
True enough. Surprisingly, So-na didn't fuss much with her appearance. Even when she did, it was just clothes. Makeup? That was more Yu-jin's thing.
"You don't need to—you're pretty without it."
"Huh?"
I said it casually as I passed by. She reacted instantly, cheeks flushing as she looked at me. I smirked inwardly.
Of course. She likes me, after all. Lines like that will land easy.
If that was the case, I needed to deepen things. Push forward. Even if jumping her bones right now was overkill, I at least wanted to fuck her when she was in her right mind.
We chatted idly, passing the time.
"Whew, sis. Sky's getting dark already."
"Yeah, time flies. Still bright here with the lights, though."
"Buy me something tasty!"
"Hm? Suddenly? Hehe."
She laughed like it was adorable. I wanted to grab drinks with her. You need alcohol for real talk to flow.
She pondered briefly, then nodded.
"Sure! You've worked hard too, Si-hyeok. Let's do it!"
"Whoa, really?"
"Yeah, chicken it is!"
She stood tall and strode ahead. I followed like her shadow. Her ass, soaked with pussy juice and sweat, swayed enticingly. Plump, jiggle♡ Even her sideboob bounced with each step. Boing, bounce♡
A body that was pure temptation, like she was conducting an orchestra with her curves alone. A woman with that figure as my sister? Miles beyond generic girls in padded bras.
No blood tie makes it even hotter! So this is the feeling.
We ended up at a pub. It was sparsely populated. Ordering chicken, I slipped in my request. Chicken alone wouldn't cut it.
"Drinks too?"
"Booze as well?"
"It's a fun day. Gotta enjoy a little!"
"Mmm, okay! Let's."
Perfect. With alcohol, she'd open up more. As we waited, I scanned around.
Place is filling up. Prime location, after all. People trickled in, filling seats—chatting noisily, clinking glasses, exchanging glances.
Not long ago, this was alien to me.
Time to steer the convo.
I asked casually, "Must be tough being a model, sis. Not easy work."
"Totally. Strict directors make you repeat poses endlessly. Hell."
"Whoa, hard labor."
She smiled wryly, exhausted. Yet she kept going, her elegant silver hair swaying like silk curtains against her pale skin.
"But I love it. Got pride in it."
"Ooh, pro vibes!"
"Hehe, right? That's your sis!"
"Respect, heh."
Soon, our chicken and draft beers arrived. We dug in. I tore into a drumstick and raised my glass. Time to amp the mood.
"To Super Rookie Bae So-na's road of flowers!"
"Hey, embarrassing! Ugh."
"Hehe. C'mon."
"T-to her road of flowers!"
Clink! She raised hers reluctantly. But she enjoyed it, clearly.
We ate and drank heartily. Come to think of it, this was my first time hanging like this with a girl. Seung-hee hated booze.
"Don't you have a boyfriend, sis?"
"Cough, ack! Uh? N-not yet. No interest. Hehe."
"I see."
"I'm marrying my career!"
Hand on heart, nose high—adorable. I laughed. As if. I knew who was already in her heart, so holding back the grin was tough.
Wait, but she must have an ideal type?
Curious, I probed. She was a pushed superstar rookie from her agency. What did a girl like her go for?
"Ideal type?"
"Hmm, not really. But someone cool and aloof usually... but reliable when it counts?"
I nodded. Felt familiar. Probably someone close to that image.
Before I could ask, some guy butted in.
"Whoa, hey. You're gorgeous."
"Pardon?"
A sketchy drunk reeking of booze approached. So-na flinched in surprise. He eyed her up and down, smacking his lips.
"If you're interested, second round? My treat."
"No, don't know you. Not interested."
"Aw, don't play hard to get. Ruin the vibe."
He glared. Time for me to step in.
"Enough."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Then who are you?"
"Ha, obvious—posing for the girl. Wanna crack your skull?"
"Quit flashing your blue balls and fuck off."
He laughed hollowly. I sized him up. Nothing special. Right hand gripped a beer bottle.
He nodded slowly. "Yeah, maybe I'm drunk."
"Scram."
"Then die."
Whoosh! He swung the bottle. So-na gasped.
"Oh no, stop!"
Thud! I blocked his wrist with my open left palm. Slow. Pathetic.
As he blinked in shock, I clenched my fist and unleashed a body shot.
"Guhk!"
"Done?"
He crumpled, retching. I snatched the bottle and set it on a nearby table. I smirked. Perfect textbook body blow.
"Hey, I remember your face now. Don't pull this shit again. Times are fucked enough."
"Ugh, urk."
"Answer."
"Y-yes! Got it!"
"Beat it. See your face again, I'll grind you."
"H-heek!"
Tears streaming, he bolted out. Why do idiots like that even try? Never met a normal one among show-offs around girls.
I sighed and turned to So-na. "You okay, sis?"
"Y-yeah. Hehe, thanks."
"No biggie. Still guys like that out there."
"Happens at company dinners sometimes."
I sighed and sat back down. Being pretty wasn't always a blessing. How much unwanted attention had she dealt with? Made me want to protect her more.
Hard enough with her own stuff. Then extras like this. Society's no joke.
What about me? Part of society, sure. But hadn't I just wandered aimlessly? Compared to that, she was diligent as hell.
"How's the drawing going, sis?"
"Not improving much."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna get good. Not illustration—maybe webtoons. But seems tough, hehe."
She fiddled with her beer glass, smiling weakly. Reality bites. Ideal life doing what you love for cash? Rare golden path. World doesn't hand success to everyone.
If it did, Zhuge Liang could've conquered with Ma Su.
Still, challenging despite hardship? Beautiful. That's why my sister looked stunning right now—not just her looks, but her way of living.
"You'll make it, sis."
"Doubt it."
"I'm getting serious with fighting—signed up for a contest."
"Tough call."
"Kinda. Wanna show who I am, prove it. I'll grind. You can too."
I looked at her sincerely and smiled. Her face gradually lit up.
No evidence. No guarantees. But I wanted her to succeed.
"You've lived well so far. You'll do great."
"Hehe, thanks. You're the only one who says stuff like that, Si-hyeok."
"Cheers."
"Yeah!"
We ate and drank with gusto again, chatting away. Pure fun.
Buzzed just right, we cabbed home.
"Good work."
"You too!"
Showered quick, hit the bed. About to sleep—phone buzzed. Text? Kakao?
"Hm?"
A text. Unknown number—weird one. Spam? Checked the content.
Couldn't believe my eyes.
"What the fuck is this guy's deal?"
My face twisted in anger.