Let's Take a Shower
I wanted to tell myself it didn't matter—that this wasn't my body. But that kind of thinking was useless. This body was mine now, and every ounce of the shame belonged to me alone.
"Instead, I'll grant you one wish. Within reason, of course."
"...A wish...?"
"Yes. A wish."
The human heart was a treacherous thing. I'd been drowning in humiliation, and yet the moment she offered to grant me a wish, I found myself thinking it wasn't such a bad deal. It left a sour taste in my mouth, like I'd become some whore selling her own body—but I couldn't let a golden opportunity like this slip away.
"I-if that's all you're asking... well... y-you can smell it, I guess."
To keep her from taking it back, I put more force into my hands and spread myself even wider.
"Excuse me? You're the one who needs to ask me, Unnie. Go on. Beg me to please smell your pussy."
"W-what?"
"If you don't want to, I just won't smell it. Simple as that."
"Why... why do you have to go this far... hngh."
At the very least, I didn't want to look weak in this moment. I'd already endured the humiliation of kneeling at the front door to match Ria's clock-out time, ass in the air, spreading myself open without a word of complaint. Her demands were a well that never ran dry. I tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't. There was a line of shame beyond which endurance simply wasn't possible.
"...It's because you're just too cute, Unnie."
She wasn't entirely wrong. My face couldn't be summed up with a simple word like pretty. It was the kind of face that provoked sadistic impulses—the urge to wreck it, to make it cry. How else could I explain that the first thought I'd had upon seeing my own face for the first time was that I wanted to make it cry?
"Your pussy's dripping, Unnie."
Wanting a closer look inside, she started spreading me even wider herself, leaning in to take in the scent. She'd wanted to hear the filthy words come out of my mouth, but it seemed her patience had finally run out.
"P-please... s-smell... my... p-pussy..."
She was going to do it whether I gave permission or not, so I swallowed my pride and forced the humiliation out of my own mouth. My body trembled under a degradation that went beyond anything I could have imagined.
"Alright. I'll smell that filthy pussy of yours, Unnie."
I wished she wouldn't call me Unnie. Being addressed with something dismissive—hey, you—would have stung less. The fact that I was her older sister only made it more shameful, more humiliating. Even as I thought this, I could feel her face drawing closer to the slick, dripping mess between my legs.
"Nnh..."
Her breath spilled into my spread-open hole. At the unfamiliar rush of air, my pussy twitched and clenched, spilling more fluid.
"Haa... Unnie, your pussy smells so fucking filthy. How about you just stop washing it from now on?"
"...N-no... I'm going to wash it..."
"Okay, Unnie. I'll just take ten more sniffs, and then we'll go wash together."
She sniffed at me like a woman possessed. There was nothing left to be ashamed of, so I let the tension drain from my rigid body. I surrendered to this wretched reality.
"You know this is the first time I've ever seen your pussy, Unnie. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much. I mean, a pretty pussy on top of everything else? That's just unfair. That's having no conscience at all. If your face is this beautiful and your pussy is pretty too, what are the rest of us women supposed to live on? And it's even a plump, puffy one—I'm going insane!"
"Ah—that hurts. Heejin..."
Apparently even the parts no one was meant to see had been made beautiful. She was so worked up that the hands spreading me open had grown rough and clumsy. It felt like she'd pulled me so wide the entire inside of the hole was visible. She was examining in detail a place I hadn't even seen myself yet.
"L-let's wash up, Unnie. Let's wash up right now. I can't take it anymore. Unnie."
She'd reached her limit in more ways than one. She grabbed my hand roughly, pulled me to my feet, and started dragging me toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was quite spacious, as if it had been designed from the start for bathing together. But the catch was that once you actually looked inside, there was nothing there. It contained only the most basic toiletries and a rainfall showerhead.
"Heejin."
"Yes, Unnie."
"While we're on the subject—could you at least buy me a bathtub?"
"Aww, Unnie~"
At least all the times I'd gone along with her hadn't been completely meaningless. She wore a confident expression, as if of course she could do that.
"Of course not~"
Right. The expression was all she gave me.
"...Why."
"You could slip and hit your head on something like a bathtub. If there's even the slightest chance you could get hurt, I won't keep anything like that near you. No matter how desperately you want it."
"......"
Hearing that from the bitch who was the single greatest threat to my health left me with nothing but disbelief. I needed to redirect her attention somehow, but after what had just happened, she seemed even more obsessed with me. The future looked bleak.
"Arms up, Unnie. Let's get you undressed."
I raised my arms and she pulled my clothes off, her gaze sliding over me from head to toe with undisguised hunger.
She swallowed.
Yes—it was a body pretty enough to make someone lick their lips. I could feel it even without a mirror. Finding a woman on this planet with a better figure than mine would be difficult even in photographs. I could feel her obsession growing stronger.
"Unnie."
"...What."
"From now on, you have to wear a bra. Understood?"
"...Okay."
Of course I had no idea how to put on a bra, but the look in her eyes was unsettling enough that I just agreed.
With that, she began washing me clean, every last inch. She shampooed my scalp thoroughly, then my hands, my feet, my back, my ass... there wasn't a single place her touch didn't reach.
No. Except for one place.
"I-I'll wash your pussy now, Unnie."
The claim that this was her first time hadn't been a lie—she was clearly nervous too.
"Could you spread a little for me? I'll need to put my fingers in to clean the inside."
"...Can't I do it myself from here?"
"I've already started bathing you. I want to do all of it."
I obediently spread myself open once more. A little of her self-interest was probably mixed in, but so far she'd only been washing me, so I decided to trust her this once. I needed to learn how to wash myself anyway.
She brought her head right up to my crotch and began to explain.
"Just in case you don't know—you should never use soap or anything like that when you wash your pussy. You knew that, right?"
I didn't, but I nodded anyway.
"You only need to wipe the outside. First are the inner lips. You have to clean here first."
She wet her hands with warm water and began rubbing what I assumed were my inner labia with her fingertips, wiping them clean.
"Nnh..."
She was clearly wiping something away, but just as much of a different fluid kept leaking out in its place. It was enough to drive me insane.
"Next is the clitoris."
With her fingertip, she pressed down on my clit—already swollen and hard—and began wiping it in slow clockwise circles.
"Nngh?!"
At the unfamiliar sound of a woman's moan spilling from my own throat, I clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Wiping it in clockwise circles like this is best. I like washing it with a little squeeze-and-roll motion, personally."
"S-stop... th-this is weird..."
"Unnie. If you're going to come, tell me you're going to come."
"I-I'm going to come... r-right now... nngh!"
The pleasure was enough to melt my brain. I'd never felt anything like it, and there was no way I could hold out. The strength left my legs, and I ended up half-clinging to her. I'd fallen into a shameless, spread-legged sprawl that should have been mortifying, but I didn't have the presence of mind to care.
"Th-the clit, stop... s-stop it... aahngh..."
"Yes, Unnie. All done. Now I just need to clean inside the opening... hmm..."
I had a pretty good idea of what she was looking at, and my face burned.
"If it's like this, there's no point in having washed your pussy at all, Unnie."
Deciding that wiping with her hands was pointless, she turned the rainfall shower back on and rinsed me under the running water. Given her personality, I'd expected her to seize the opportunity—to use the bath as an excuse to slip her fingers inside and play around. But she was unexpectedly firm.
"Never put your fingers inside to clean it, Unnie. You could get an infection. If you don't listen to me and it gets inflamed, I'll punish you."
She really had been bathing me with purely innocent intentions. The fact that I'd gotten so aroused from those innocent touches filled me with so much shame I couldn't look her in the eye.
"It's okay, Unnie. It's just a natural physiological response. If anything, I'm happy. That you felt it because of me."
As I hung my head in embarrassment, she offered me comfort.
"....Yeah."
This might have been the first time. A warm conversation like this with her. Who would have predicted it? That I'd end up talking to her like this—gently, almost sweetly—after she'd crippled my legs in the span of a single day.
I wished that things between us could stay at least this bearable going forward.
I wanted to live.