I Need to Pee, Unnie
"...They do say beauties are late sleepers."
My eyes opened to a touch as careful as if she were handling precious silk. I was still lost in that pleasant sensation when her hand stopped. She must have realized I'd woken up.
"...Keep touching me."
I gave her hand — frozen above my head — a few little pats as I said it, and a deflated little laugh escaped from her side.
I could feel her gaze on me, overflowing with love and affection, the way you'd look at a kitten. Well, I understood why.
...I mean, I am pretty damn beautiful.
Her touch thinned out the gloom that had been eating away at my mind, and my self-esteem swelled. That's right. This was the kind of treatment I deserved. The full, lavish princess treatment.
Feeling her hand on me, I made a resolution. I didn't know what kind of person I'd been in the past, but I wasn't going to live being jerked around by her. I was going to seize the initiative and live for myself. Because I was beautiful.
There's that saying, after all. The one who holds the power in a relationship is the one who loves less. The fact that she loved me more than anything else was something that still remained in my memory, so of course the power between us should be mine. How much of an idiot had my past self been? I'd already occupied this advantageous position and still let her snatch the initiative away.
"Did you sleep well, Unnie?"
"...Yeah."
My last memory was of her telling me that my memories would disappear. So I'd expected her to start interrogating me about them — but she didn't seem to care about that at all.
"I held on through everything just because of you, Unnie, and here you are just sleeping away."
Unlike the gentle hand stroking me, her tone was ice-cold. Cold enough to snap me fully awake.
....I'm a princess. Is she allowed to talk to a princess like that?
The moment I opened my eyes, half-furious, I met her gaze. Her eyes were full of resentment. My heart lurched and seemed to stop from instinctive fear, but my resolve was firm. I didn't know why I'd gotten my ass spanked last time, but from now on I was going to seize the power and spank hers instead.
"...So what... w-what do you want me to do about it... w-who told you to hold on..."
"What did you say?"
"Ah, n-no... w-who t-told you to w-wait..."
But my ambitious dream of seizing control went to hell from the very first step. I'd managed, through sheer force of will, to meet her gaze head-on — but the problem was my mouth. I'd meant to speak clearly, firmly, word by word, and instead I stammered so badly that anyone could tell I had zero confidence. And though she had no way of knowing, I'd even leaked a little pee.
"Hmmm...?"
If it hadn't been for that intrigued little hum of hers, I would already have been looking for a hole to crawl into.
"You've changed a lot, Unnie. You can even talk back to me now. Before, you would've just wet yourself. Oh — or did you wet yourself this time too?"
She said it with a vicious little smile.
"Th-that's... uhh..."
She toyed with the hem of my negligee, forcing an answer out of me. It was a threatening touch — if I didn't answer, she was going to lift my skirt and check for herself.
"Come on, Unnie. I'm asking you, aren't I? When I'm treating you so nicely, you should answer promptly. Hm?"
I had to lie. If I meekly admitted I'd peed myself, my ambition of taking control would go up in smoke. A couple where the bedwetter holds the power? There was no way something like that existed in this world.
She wouldn't want a bedwetter for a girlfriend either, so I had to lie — a white lie, for her own good. That's right. This was all for her. I steeled myself and opened my mouth.
"...I-I peed..."
I didn't even understand my own choice. I had no idea why, swallowing my shame, I'd chosen the truth.
It just felt like I had to. A voice in my head screaming that I must not lie to her forbade me from it. You don't lie to Heejin. That was common sense.
I covered my flushed face with my hands, and she pulled them away to comfort me.
"There's no need to be so embarrassed. You've always been a bedwetter, Unnie. You'd leak while eating, leak while walking, even leak while I was holding you."
Honestly, it was closer to teasing than comforting, and my face started burning even redder.
"So there's no need to hide your face over something like this. I like seeing you embarrassed, Unnie. Show me more of that shy face."
As she said it, she slowly lifted the hem of my skirt all the way up over my hips.
It was embarrassing, but the fact that she wanted me didn't feel bad. My self-esteem, which had been about to crawl into a hole, started filling back up. It was humiliating, sure — but if someone loves even your filthy side, there might be people who'd refuse, but who'd actually dislike it?
Of course, I was on the refusing side.
"Ugh... c-can you stop...?"
The only underwear in this house were white panties, all reflecting her tastes, so of course I was wearing white panties right now. Even after peeing normally, if you don't wipe thoroughly, embarrassing stains show through — and this was far worse. It was obviously filthy.
I reached out and covered her eyes. It wouldn't have been strange for her to get angry, but she just grinned like she was enjoying every second of this, and spoke with her eyes still covered.
"I want to see. I want to see Unnie's panties all soaked with pee."
Why was the embarrassment always mine? She acted like she'd never even heard of shame.
Still, when she was begging like this, it felt a little wrong not to show her, so I took my hand away from her eyes.
It was her request, after all. A request from someone whose memories were filled with nothing but coercion and oppression. I had no memory of her ever asking me for anything. This might have been the first time.
Honestly, it felt good. There was a sense of accomplishment, like I was taming a fierce beast, and a thrill at having so easily surpassed my inferior past self. The me of now and the me of the past were separate people.
It was still embarrassing, but if it meant taming her, I could endure a little more shame. I reached down to my waist, stretched my legs out, and slowly slid my panties off, then handed them to her.
Her gaze locked onto my panties. Flushed with embarrassment, I handed them over and turned my head away — but she came right up to me and shoved them in front of my face.
"Whyyy..."
Panties thickly stained with yellow pee. Dirtier than I'd even expected. I didn't want to look. It was humiliating and shameful.
"You should drink more water from now on, Unnie. It's way too yellow."
"F-fine... w-why are you smelling it?!"
"I can tell your health just from the smell of your pee, Unnie. This is a health check."
I'd never imagined she'd bury her nose in the pee-stained fabric and actually sniff it, so I hurriedly reached for her — but she neutralized my resistance just by lifting a single hand.
"...What a pungent smell. My nose is going to rot."
"S-stop it! I s-said stooop!"
Shame blanked out my mind. The only thought I had was that I had to snatch my panties back from her. I raised my hands and pounded on her chest as hard as I could.
Thud. Thud.
She didn't even flinch.
...Maybe I should cut back on the meat. The smell is too strong. I quietly muttered those words that demolished a fellow woman's dignity. She wasn't someone a frail woman like me could stop.
I hid myself under the blanket in shame. Soon I felt her moving toward it. She yanked the blanket off, and I found myself looking at her already taking off her pants.
Her face was flushed deep red, but it didn't look like she was blushing from embarrassment at having sniffed pee-soaked panties. That face was arousal. It was the face of a woman already in heat, already anticipating what was about to happen.
"Um, Unnie..."
"What!"
"Could I... ask you for just one thing...?"
"What now."
I was starting to get annoyed, but it was hard to ignore her when she was on both knees, rubbing her hands together in a plea. The thought that I had to grant her request filled my head.
Right in front of me, she slowly started taking off her panties, then exposed her crotch to me. Whether she'd been working somewhere hot all day, the inside of her panties was soaked with sweat. Her scent stabbed at my nose. It smelled like a mix of sweat and arousal. That thick, obscene mixture of smells was enough to make my head spin.
Her lips, which had been fidgeting and mumbling as if she didn't know what to do with herself, slowly began to open, and her request spilled out.
"W-what?"
I couldn't even process whether I'd heard her right. It felt like I'd been hit in the head with a hammer.
"You heard me correctly. I want to pee in Unnie's mouth-pussy."
"Y-you're a pervert? D-do you think that's even possible?"
"...Before you lost your memories, Unnie, you used to do it for me all the time..."
".............."
That was a truly cheap shot. She might have been lying, but if my past self had done it, then honestly, I didn't want to lose. If even my stupid past self had done it, there was no reason I couldn't.
"And we have the same blood type, so it's fine."
It sounded strangely plausible. I felt like I'd heard something like that as a kid. If you have the same blood type, it's okay to mix saliva. That kind of thing.
"Th-then... just for today..."
I steeled myself and decided to give it a try. Same blood type, not harmful to the body — so it shouldn't really matter, right? It'd be a little embarrassing, and it probably wouldn't taste good, but if even my past self had managed it, there was no way I couldn't.
...Because I'm not inferior anymore.
And I didn't want to look weak in front of her. I didn't want to be dragged around by her from now on. Being shocked by every little request like this was off-limits going forward.