Our Lewd Bath♡
Today, I was sparring emptily at the gym again. On the ground, we traded positions back and forth until I spotted my opponent hastily trying to stand. I wrapped around his neck and spontaneously locked in a Peruvian Necktie. He resisted for a bit before tapping out.
"Whew, good work out there."
"Whoa, you're Sung Si-hyeok? Nice instincts."
Busan dialect? A Gyeongsang accent seeped through. I shook my head. Even with the praise, my heart didn't stir.
"Nah, just got lucky."
"Even if I'm washed up, I don't get caught in ground game like that. Damn, you're the real deal!"
He scratched his head and got up. As I headed out of the ring and tidied up, I noted he was someone who'd once fought in the pro scene. Now, he was basically a veteran coach from another gym.
It's so empty. Is there nothing but women to light a fire in my chest?
I let out a deep sigh. Heading to the showers, I paused as Romi's words came back to me. Damn, what could I do?
'Let's wash up together,' she said. Geez, always saying stuff like that.
I packed my bag. Someone slapped my shoulder hard.
Smack!
"Eek."
"Hey hey, Si-hyeok! What're you grinning about?"
"Huh? Grinning about what?"
"What do you mean? Your face is a total smile-fest right now."
My same-age gym buddy approached. Her red long hair tied messily in a ponytail, those playful orange eyes staring at me. This beauty friendly-punched my shoulder repeatedly. Her big tits jiggled with each hit. Slosh, slosh♡
"Seung-hee, when did I smile?"
"You're always so cool and stoic. Turns out it was all an act. You smiled after winning, huh?"
"Ahem."
I let her misunderstand on purpose. Seung-hee was impressive in her own way. As the gym owner's daughter, she helped out casually—scheduling fights for the fighters, like a manager.
One day, she suddenly got into fighting. She had talent, sure.
A former WFC fighter had debuted pro in the Necromancy Contest—that zombie-themed tourney—and snagged an easy first win. Seung-hee had shone back then. She body-slammed into me with her playful face.
"Hey, hey. You secretly a player? How many gym girls you already hooked?"
"Sigh, what're you talking about? Not interested."
"For real? Not even a little with other girls?"
"Yeah, happy now?"
Seung-hee loved pranks and pointless chatter. Today felt extra like that. As I finished packing to leave, she grabbed me, looking oddly relieved.
"Hey, come to the office real quick."
"Who?"
"My dad."
"Gym owner? Got it."
"Always causing trouble."
"I didn't?"
I felt a bit guilty but headed to the office. Inside, a bear-like massive middle-aged man wrestled with paperwork. It was kinda funny. Korea's former heavyweight champ, struggling with scraps of paper.
"Gym owner."
"Si-hyeok! Sit."
"Yes, sir."
I sat, and he came around to face me. His gentle vibe contrasted his bulk—charming.
"Si-hyeok, how've you been?"
"Eh, same old."
"Any worries you can't talk about?"
"Nope."
None, really. Even if there were, I wouldn't say. He laughed heartily and thumbs-upped me.
"That's the spirit!"
"Haha, love the romance."
"Si-hyeok, why not debut pro while you're at it?"
Here it comes. I'd turned him down two months ago too. I rubbed my eyes and replied.
"Gym owner, MMA's just exercise for me."
"You said that last time. But Si-hyeok, folks are talking you up."
"Nah, no way."
"Not just our gym—Team Bad, Pistol Gym, others too. Even Bulldog Man, that ex-pro, wants to coach you."
I shrugged. I wasn't some prodigy. No standout marketability either, far as I knew.
"Same as last time. Sorry."
"Sigh, alright."
He eyed me regretfully, like it was his own issue. Then he tilted his head.
"Guess this world's small for talents like you."
"Huh? No, that's not—"
I wasn't Messi or Faker. No way I'd reach that level.
"Saw someone like you once. Innocent smile, but terrifying in the cage."
"Joseon Zombie? The org prez now?"
"Yeah. Think it over seriously."
"Got it. I'm out."
"Go on."
I left the gym. Heading home, I clicked my tongue. If the buzz was that good, maybe worth a shot. But I shook my head.
Always empty after a win. How could I keep that up?
Home at last. Upstairs. As I dropped my gym bag in my room, the door opened. Romi.
"Phew, you stink of sweat. Geez!"
"You told me not to shower."
"Anyway, thanks. For real."
"Just the start. That Kang Ji-hoon bastard? I'll make him suffer like hell."
"Yeah... thanks so much."
Romi gazed admiringly, her eyes sparkling too much—uncomfortable. I awkwardly scratched my head. She cleared her throat.
"Anyway, let's wash up."
"You're bold. Was this always you?"
"Problem, loser? Strip already."
"Heh, you sure?"
"Why? We're siblings."
She stripped first. Was she always this forward? Surprising, but fresh. One thought hit: Does she know about yesterday? Gratitude or not, this?
Whatever. I stripped too. She pouted but grabbed my hand.
"C'mon! Why so slow? You're the athlete."
Romi led me by the hand. Dragged naked to the bathroom by my little sister. Novel.
Heart pounding. Bathroom play, huh.
I followed her hand into the bath. Flickering white lights lit the space. Night breeze slipped through the slightly open vent. She gently turned on the shower. Creak, whoosh.
Romi under the shower spray. Her sexy slender body's curves gleamed wet. She smiled shyly at me.
"Wash up. Together."
"Yeah, yeah."
I pressed close. Her blushing face made me grin warmly. I stroked her wet cheeks up and down. Shower water soaked us from head to toe.
Ah, warm. Hot.
Hot from the water? Sparring fatigue melted away. I gently cupped her tits with both hands. They quivered at my touch, those tit dispensers.
"Ngh♡ G-gently, don't squeeze hard."
"Cute."
Naturally, I reached for shampoo. Lathered her hair first. White foam brought a pleasant orange scent. Ooh, fancy shampoo—been a while.
I playfully scrubbed her head. She pouted up at me. I chuckled and shampooed mine. Warm water mixed with suds, flowing softly over our bodies.
Nice scent.
Then, a signal from my cock. Romi fondled it and my balls with both hands. Her delicate jade fingers shook my shaft, tapped my sack. She licked her lips, eyes greedy as she teased.
Man, she'll make a great fuckbuddy.
I glanced at her pussy. Wet from water? Arousal? It glistened, lips parting hungrily. I nudged my cockhead in.
"Eek♡ H-hey, ngh♡"
"You like it, though."
"Crazy, you loser♡"
Just the tip, and this reaction? My cock stood huge, veins throbbing with male musk. I bent to suck her nipple.
"Haah, ngh!"
"Like it? Say it."
"Hic, y-yeah, love it♡"
"How about this?"
I gently pushed her against the shower wall, back to me. Teased her plump ass, then slid middle and ring fingers into her pussy. Softly.
"Ngh!"
"Good?"
"W-wait, suddenly there, hng♡"
I wanted to know her limits. Would she snap? I pumped gently. She arched back, ass out like a submissive cat.
Green light.
I licked my lips and thrust faster. She panted.
"Ah! There, s-sensitive♡"
"Cute, Romi."
"Hng, heeng!"
One hand fingering her pussy, the other kneading her tit. She grumbled but her lips curved up. I thrust hard once.
"Heek, kyaaang♡"
Squelch, slurp slurp, spurt! Romi squirted beautifully. It splashed the shower walls.
Fun, so fun.
We washed each other like new lovers. Careful yet eager. Romi nodded sideways.
"Get in."
Surprise—the tub was filled with hot water. She'd prepped this too? Serious.
"In we go, Romi."
"Mhm."
I led her by the hand. We sank into steaming bliss. Fatigue vanished deeper.
Then, squish squish. Her small feet teased my cockhead and balls. Now I got it—main course.
I leaned back, eyeing her lazily.
"Hmph, be grateful. What sister does this?"
"True. Thanks, cute little Romi."
"D-don't call me that!"
She glared but her feet targeted my cock relentlessly. Like she could make me blow anytime. I relaxed fully, flexing my shaft.
Splash, squelch. Splash. Her wet feet gleamed. Slick skin stroked my length. Toes gripped and jerked the head; the other foot kneaded my balls like a cat pawing.
Damn, insane. A bit clumsy, but skilled?
Where'd she learn? Porn? This sexy slender stunner could've gone pro anywhere, footjobbing me scornfully in the tub.
"Hoo, Romi, feels amazing."
"Who're you thanking? Hehe. Can't hold it, loser♡?"
"I can handle it."
"Hng, let's see♡"
She squeezed my cockhead bolder, prodded my balls, lifted them up. Veins pulsed under her soles. She eyed me greedily.
"Ngh."
She trembled—cramp? I chuckled, massaged her calf gently.
"Work out more. Almost cramped."
"Tch, lecturing me, loser?"
"I'll keep massaging. Go on."
"Mhm. Hehe♡"
Her feet moved fluidly. One from head to base; the other pressed balls while stroking underneath nonstop.
"Haa, whoo."
"Hng, hng♡"
Bathroom steamed up. Not imagining it. She lowered her feet, scooted closer, gripped my hard cock with both hands.
"How's this?"
"Great. Keep going."
"Hng, so lucky. Loser bro♡"
I stroked her cheek, brushed her lips, nodded. She pumped furiously, soft and fast. My balls trembled.
Won't last.
I reached for her nipples. Hard peaks softened under my fingers, then flushed hot. I poked the tips, circled areolas.
"Hoo, you're good at this. Pervert loser?"
"Says you."
"Always keeping your word."
She puffed cheeks, jerked rougher. Slender fingers strained desperately on my shaft. Her eyes begged—determined to milk me.
Heart's racing like mad.
I swallowed, kissed her forehead, then lips. She blinked surprised, then half-closed eyes, welcoming my tongue.
"Mmph."
"Mmmh, slurp♡"
Our tongues tangled sticky. Her strokes grew wilder. My cock burned to melt. Limit.
"Romi, almost."
"Mhm, cum. On me, it's fine♡"
Permission. Desperate face pleasuring me. I licked her cheek, nodded. End it.
Ah, here it comes!
Balls boiled hot. I thrust my cock to the brink. Head buried in her pale tits, shuddering. Climax vaporized reason.
"Krrgh!"
"Hng♡ Cum, bro's cum wave crashing♡"
Spluuuurt! Splurt, splooge, gulp!
Time froze. Or my mind? We leaned, panting. Romi toyed with my load, tasting a bit.
"So much? Sticky, loser♡"
"Feel good?"
"Yeah. Hey, bro."
"Yeah?"
"Let's play like this more."
"Sure. If you want."
We gazed tenderly. Sealed with a kiss, savoring the moment.