Your Pussy Smells Like Garlic
"Your pussy reeks of garlic. You didn't wash your hands before touching it, did you."
[Seojun's perspective]
Clink. The sound of dishes clattering.
"...."
The woman sitting across from me. Yoon Seo-ah. The academy's youngest professor. My stepsister.
Just moments ago, her body had been writhing on the floor, howling like a beast. She'd spread her pussy wide open and clung to my pant leg.
But now.
"I told you to reheat the stew. It's too salty to eat, seriously."
An irritated expression. The face of my normal sister, as if nothing had happened.
But.
Tremble tremble tremble! Her legs were shaking under the table like aspen leaves.
And even.
Squelch. Squish. Grotesque sounds leaked intermittently from her lower body. The noise of froth bubbling up. Her swollen pussy was twitching on its own.
I'd put out the immediate fire with my fingers and tongue. But her body was still in heat.
Unable to endure it any longer, Seo-ah furrowed her brow sharply.
"Hey."
"What."
"Your pussy reeks of garlic."
"...."
"You didn't wash your hands before touching it, you crazy bastard. Ugh, this is so gross."
There was a limit to her shamelessness. I couldn't help but burst into empty laughter.
"Who was the one begging me to lick it right now?"
"When did I?!"
"I recorded it. Want me to play it?"
"You wanna die, for real?"
Her wine-colored eyes glared fiercely.
"Just eat quietly, Professor. You're gonna be late for work."
"...."
She bit her lip hard in frustration. No retort, apparently—she huffed and picked up her spoon.
Just like any other sibling squabble.
But under my sister on the chair. The sticky puddle was spreading wider.
A daily life that could drive you insane. This was our sibling morning routine lately.
Breakfast ended. Act 2 of the war. Getting ready for work. Living room.
Naked Seo-ah stood there with difficulty.
Snow-white skin. Massive breasts. Curvaceous nude form. Her wine-colored eyes shook violently.
"Seojun. Be gentle today."
"I always am. Just stand still."
I grabbed the tweezers and silicone patches and approached. Seo-ah squeezed her eyes shut.
Whoosh. She took a deep breath.
Extreme hypersensitivity. Sight. Hearing. Touch. All senses twisted into sexual pleasure. Even the feel of clothes.
She couldn't dress herself anymore.
"I'll wipe you down."
I held a wet wipe and towel, reaching between her thighs. Had to clean the dried-up sticky fluids.
Swipe.
"Hik...!"
The towel brushed her wet mound. Seo-ah's waist jerked unnaturally upward.
"Eut, aaah! Hey, slowly! It hurts—no, it's weird...!"
Veins bulged in her clenched fists. Her massive breasts heaved wildly.
A body that mistook even the towel's touch for caresses.
"Stop moving. I can't clean it properly."
"Nooo...! You're keep touching there... haeut!"
"I only wiped your thigh. Didn't touch your pussy."
"Don't lie! It definitely brushed—euggh!"
Her knees buckled. I quickly supported her collapsing waist. Even that support turned to pleasure—her shoulders quivered.
"Haa, haa... h-hurry and stick it on."
I picked up the makeshift patch with tweezers. The biggest headaches: silicone patches to cover her nipples and pussy.
Try dressing without them? She'd foam at the mouth and pass out while walking.
It happened at home once. If I hadn't been there, it would've been bad.
"Stick your chest out."
Blushing, she thrust her breasts forward. Enormously huge tits. The tips swelled defiantly against gravity. Delicate pale pink nipples, stiffly erect. I covered them with the patch.
Stick.
"Uwaaah-!"
Her head snapped back.
"Spread your legs. Hold it together properly this time."
Between her legs. True hell lay here.
Her trembling legs parted with effort. Her pussy glistened with milky fluids.
I positioned the patch over her labia.
"Kyaaaaak-!"
A scream. A wail. Thud. She finally collapsed into my arms.
She clung to my neck, kicking her legs wildly. Pleasure shot up her spine, slamming her brain.
"Euggh!!! Seojun... this sticks too tight...!"
"It always does. If it's loose, it'll fall off while walking."
"Hey! Still, too much—hic, my pussy feels like it's ripping...!"
Tears streamed down. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
I just patted her bare back.
The daily morning tussle. No peaceful days.
How much time passed?
"Feeling better? Time to get dressed."
I sat the limp Seo-ah on the sofa. Loose wide-fit sweater. Slipped it over her head, threaded her arms in.
Swish.
The fabric slid over bare skin.
"Uh, euggh...!"
She bit her lip, curling up.
Next, slacks. Pushed her legs into the wide pants. Every brush of fabric caused spasms.
Her slender white fingers dug into my shoulders like they might shatter.
"Haa... haa...."
Her whole body drenched in sweat. Face flushed beet red.
"Get up. Shoes."
At the front door. Staggering steps, leaning on me. The hem brushing her ankles. The pressure of her soles on the floor.
Even that triggered intermittent orgasms. Her body jolted hugely with each step.
I knelt, slipped on her heels.
"Kut.. aaah...!"
She let out a burdened moan.
At least today ended safely. Last time, she pissed herself. Skirt hiked up, legs spread wide. Aiming right at my face, drenching me.
A golden shower I never asked for. From my sister, no less.
'Haa...' What the hell is this mess.
Seo-ah gripped the doorknob, breathing deeply.
Vrrr— Sharp ozone scent. Heavy resonance.
Aftermath of high-level magic activation. Perception inhibition magic. Soundproof magic. Safeguards for when she couldn't hold back outside.
"Huu... huu..."
She composed her expression in the mirror. The cold professor face returned.
But her wine-colored eyes. They still swirled with fear and anxiety.
"I-I'm off."
A voice trembling finely.
"If it's urgent, I'll call... pick up right away. Got it?"
She pleaded tearfully and left.
The living room was a wreck five minutes ago.
"Haa...."
I grabbed a rag.
Around the sofa. Under the table. Everywhere, sticky dried milky fluids.
Mopping brought waves of thick bodily scent. Elf sweetness mixed with sourness.
Swipe. Swish.
I silently erased the traces.
My dad's new wife, an elf from Arcadia. The half-elf sister who came with her mom.
After our parents passed, just us two left.
We'd leaned on each other and lived well.
But then, she started avoiding me like a bug. Those cold eyes hurt.
I thought she hated me.
The truth? The opposite.
Warehouse corner. Dad's junk magic tools. Interrogation artifact, the Mirror of Truth.
That scrap malfunctioned.
Result. The magic tool made Seo-ah brutally honest.
Her 'love for her stepbrother.' But through her body.
'Fucking stupid magic tool.'
I just chuckled wryly.
Good to know she didn't hate me. But this? No.
Finished cleaning, checked the time. Noon. My schedule today: free period.
Leaned on the sofa, turned on my smartphone. Messenger app.
[Seo-ah's perspective]
Same time. Lecture hall.
"...Therefore, to trigger a chain reaction in 3rd Grade Fire Magic, you must intentionally overload the mana circuit."
I continued the lecture with a nonchalant expression.
"Professor! I have a question!"
"Go ahead, Park Chang-seop."
No one noticed.
The living hell boiling beneath my calm facade.
'I'm going insane, really...!'
Veins bulged in my hands gripping the podium. Standing on trembling legs. Pure hell.
Fabric brushing skin. Ankle against shoe collar. Everything was pleasure.
Worst of all, down below.
Squelch. Crotch. Inside the silicone patch, a flood of fluids already.
One move, and sticky juices ran down my thighs.
'It's gonna leak...!'
I clenched my ass desperately.
Squish. Right then.
My swollen clit rubbed inside the patch.
"Euggh...!"
Nearly a moan escaped. I bit my lip hard, head dropping.
"Professor? Are you okay?"
A front-row student asked curiously.
"Ah, just a cough. Let's continue."
I replied casually. Cold sweat poured like rain. My mind went white-hot.
'I wanna go home.'
'Wanna be held.'
'By Seojun.'
'Need Seojun's body.'
Lust boiled my brain. I missed my brother. Wanted to shred these damn clothes in front of him. Spread my legs wide and get pounded.
Then.
Vrrr! Smartphone vibrated.
One notification on screen.
Sender: [My Little Brother♡]
"...!"
Reflex. My brain hallucinated.
Seojun burying his face between my legs. Licking there.
Squelch. Squish!
"...!!"
My pussy clenched violently. Thick mucus sprayed fiercely. Froth pushed against the patch.
Too intense for a mere 'orgasm.' Her womb itself convulsed in flames.
'The sound...!'
Magic activated.
Flash! Transparent barriers layered over my lower body.
But the spasms wouldn't stop. The more I suppressed, the fiercer the pleasure raged.
"Hauk!"
Legs gave out. I collapsed into the chair behind the podium.
Twisted my thighs. Writhed to stifle the boiling ecstasy.
Crack. The pen in my hand snapped under my grip. Ink dripped from my fingers.
"P-Professor?"
"...."
Students gasped and murmured. Even that sounded distant.
'Can't hold it anymore...'
Plop. Pleasure broke the limit. Vision flashed white.
If my brother didn't hold this body. Didn't scratch the itch deep inside.
I'd really go mad. No, die.
I tossed the broken pen and stood.
"Class ends here today."
I bolted, ignoring confused voices. Toward the parking lot.
Bang! Slammed the car door, tore at the sweater's neckline viciously. Fabric shredded.
Seatbelt? Luxury. Leaned forward, floored the accelerator.
Mad dash. Lights. Horns. Meaningless.
One thought in my head.
Seojun. My brother. The one I love most in the world.
Screech! Parked like crashing.
Stumbled to the door. Trembling fingers. Wrong PIN three times.
Beep, click! Finally open.
"Seojun!"
My brother. Please shove it in sister's pussy. I beg you.