A Fun Outing?
"... Honestly, I don't really know either. After we got married, before we spent our first real night together, I had your hymen examined — and I've never once entertained the possibility that you weren't a virgin, Unnie. Should I try hypothesizing about it?"
"Ah, no... I don't think you need to..."
"No. I'll give it a try."
She ignored my protest that it wasn't necessary and closed her eyes. Whether she was genuinely thinking hard about the subject, her face flushed and paled in turns, then went so violently red I worried her head might actually explode. A vein stood out between her brows.
That was when she slapped her own cheek and snapped herself out of it.
"Hah... hah... I can't do this anymore. At this rate I'm going to get angry at you over something that never even happened."
"Y-yeah... that's a good call..."
"But that's that, and I think I need to start inspecting your pussy going forward. I can't stand the anxiety. Once a negative thought gets into my head, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind."
"Ugh..."
Of course I wanted to say no. But her expression was too desperate for that — unstable enough that if I refused, she looked ready to casually stab someone to death. I had no choice but to nod, swallowing it down like bitter medicine. I knew perfectly well she wasn't right in the head.
Seeing me agree without a fight seemed to settle her a little. She smoothed a hand down her chest and issued her command.
"Then spread your pussy for me, Unnie."
"O-oh, we're doing this starting today?"
"Of course."
"C-can't we start tomorrow...? I'm a little embarrassed..."
I hadn't expected it to be right this second, so I couldn't help stalling. I'd assumed I'd get at least a day to prepare. The thought of spreading a woman's most private place in front of her was mortifying just to imagine. Loving her was one thing; this was another. I liked her, which made me want to show her even less. Wasn't I entitled to at least a moment to get my heart ready? Who in the world treated a woman like this? And I wasn't just any woman — I was an absolute knockout.
As I hesitated, her eyes bulged so wide I thought they might pop out of her skull. In the next instant she shoved her face in close and snarled at me.
"... Unnie, please... don't give me anxiety. Do you actually want to watch me lose my mind?"
My faltering had apparently blossomed into suspicion. She looked genuinely, mentally unwell — a side of her I'd never seen before, and honestly, it terrified me. She was already frightening enough; watching her get worse made shame feel like a luxury I could no longer afford.
"A-alright... I'll, I'll show you..."
"Stop talking and just spread it, Unnie."
The atmosphere had turned savage enough that if I stalled any longer she might grab my pussy and tear it open herself. I hurriedly spread my legs and tried to part the plump, well-padded flesh —
"Ah... nngh..."
The juices running down my pussy were slipperier than I'd expected, and my fingers kept sliding off. My uninjured right hand could at least hold on, but my ruined left hand couldn't even grip the lips. My body was frailer than I'd realized.
"Move. I'll spread it myself."
"... Okay..."
In the end she sighed, unable to watch any longer, and took over. What I hadn't managed — catching the lips and pulling them apart — she did with practiced ease, then pushed her head in between. Shame so total I had no words for it painted my mind a blank white.
"Ah... aah..."
A trickle of pee I hadn't even noticed sprayed onto her face, but she didn't care in the slightest. She didn't even seem to register that she'd been pissed on. For all her obsession with a hymen, you'd think virginity was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Cool air slipped into the opening of my vagina. A stretch of time that felt like eternity crawled by.
"Whew... it's still there. Your hymen, Unnie."
She let out a sigh of relief. Then, as if this were the greatest mercy of her life, she pressed her palms together and started to pray.
"Thank goodness... really... ah... I'm so grateful."
Of everything I'd heard today, that was by far the best news. I'd cursed my past self plenty of times and never once been grateful — but today, for the first time, I thanked her.
Thank you... past me... for protecting my virginity...
If the hymen hadn't been there, what would have happened to me? I didn't know exactly. But I had a gut feeling that something unspeakably horrible would have unfolded.
"Whew..."
The tension drained out of me, and with it went all the strength in my body. I couldn't so much as twitch a finger. Apparently even I had taken this ridiculous ritual completely seriously.
I had no idea what my own hymen looked like, but her expression when she first found it had been pure joy and relief — and then, gradually, it turned awkward. A look that said something like, I-it's there...?
Finished with her prayer, she tossed out a line as if it were nothing.
"... Sorry for doubting you, Unnie."
"I-it's fine! Th-that could happen. Hehe."
I never imagined that even she, of all people, would look sheepish and actually apologize, so I sat up as proudly as an older sister ought to and tried to sound as magnanimous as possible. But when I saw her face after hearing my answer, I figured the whole dignified-Unnie thing would have to wait until next time. She was looking at me like I was adorable.
"Yeah. Thank you, Unnie. I think it could happen too. So I can keep inspecting your pussy going forward, right?"
"Mm... s-sure..."
"Hehe... I love you so much, Unnie..."
My own "hehe" had sounded servile. So why did hers come out sounding so innocent? A wretched little feeling settled in my chest.
Maybe that was why I blurted it out on impulse.
"... I want to go outside. Can't I just go for a walk?"
"....................."
"Ah, no, I mean... th-that's not..."
The atmosphere turned so cold I regretted the words the instant they left my mouth. I ducked my head, scrambling to take it back —
"... Okay. Go on your outing. It's fine."
"... I-I'm sorry! I-it was a joke... wait, what?"
I'd lowered my head intending to lick her pussy if that's what it took to soothe her mood. Instead I got an answer so blunt I almost thought she was kidding — but no matter how I looked at her, she didn't seem to be lying. She was angry, that much was obvious: her dark brows drawn together, the corners of her eyes trembling, her face flushed red. And that was exactly how I knew she meant it.
"C-can I really go out...?"
I asked one last time, just in case. She forced her wildly twitching facial muscles into something resembling a smile and opened her mouth.
".... Of course, Unnie. If my Unnie — who's like the heavens themselves — wants to go out, who am I to stop her?"
As if she couldn't stop me whenever she wanted.
What I heard was, I'm giving you this many signals and you still want to go? — but I made a point of pretending not to notice. Being cooped up inside had left me restless to the point of aching. My chest felt too tight. I wanted to look up at a high, open sky and let it all blow out of me.
"I want to go out! I want to go out right now!"
And so, oblivious to the fury boiling in her gut — no, perfectly aware of it — I carried on like an excited child.
".... F-fine, Unnie. I'll get your clothes."
The outfit she brought looked like it had been designed for a celebrity: sunglasses and all, every inch of it radiating the determination not to show a sliver of skin. I had a feeling I'd gone out in those clothes before, so I changed into them without a word of protest.
"I-I'm all dressed!"
I mashed on a hat with a brim so wide I couldn't see in front of me, then called for her. She sighed and took my hand. She still looked thoroughly displeased about the whole outing.
Well. I supposed I could understand. I was that beautiful, after all.
"... Don't worry too much. I only have you."
I offered the honeyed words to soothe her a little, but she didn't react at all. Her expression stayed locked in place, hard as stone. Honestly... what's the big deal about one little outing.
Standing at the door, she started listing the rules before we left.
"... Just so you know — once we're outside, do not let me see you making eye contact with anyone, or talking to anyone. If I see anything like that..."
"... I'll actually strangle you to death, Unnie, and then I'll kill myself too."
"... Kh."
It was a fear I'd felt before and could never get used to — something I'd been through many times that still felt like the first. My body shook. Those were not the eyes of someone lying. The low, sunken look in them was all the proof I needed.
"... And if you wet yourself outside the way you just did in here, I'll sew your piss hole shut."
"Y-yes... yes..."
I'd tried to pass the trembling off as nothing but fear, but of course it was impossible to fool her. She read my situation perfectly.
A premonition that something terrible was about to happen made me wonder if I should cancel the outing after all. But I'd already put the clothes on, and I couldn't take back what I'd said just because of that.