Where Did My Gochu Go?
That morning, I woke up and something felt off. My crotch felt empty. I slipped my hand under the covers and groped around... and it was gone. My gochu. Balls too. My groin was perfectly smooth and flat, completely vanished. No pain. No blood. Just... gone.
"...Did I turn into a bishoujo beauty overnight or something?"
I scratched my head and sat up. The mirror just showed an average-looking guy with a slightly aggrieved expression staring back. No TS transformation into a cute girl. Hmm. Guess I'm still half-asleep. Probably stayed up too late gaming last night. Clock says it's still early. I could sleep more.
But I had to pee. I stretched lazily and headed to the bathroom.
"Haaah~."
I pissed. It felt weirdly empty, but refreshing. Quieter than usual, but still pouring out nice and clean? I washed my hands, and suddenly a scream erupted from outside.
"Kyaaah—!!"
Chaeyoung's voice. My little sister, letting out a shriek like that. The girl who usually acted all haughty—never figured she had it in her.
"What, a cockroach?"
Weird stuff happening this early. I scratched at my crotch absentmindedly... nothing there. Pulled down my pants—still nothing.
...Wasn't a half-asleep hallucination? Weird. Felt like I pissed fine, though?
But no immediate crisis. I headed to Chaeyoung's room instead.
"Chaeyoung, what's up? You okay?"
Knock knock. Rustling from inside. Door was locked, like always.
"...It's nothing! Mind your own business, oppa!"
Her voice was sharper than usual, laced with irritation. Hmm. She's always kinda cold to me, but not this snappy. Well, girls have those days, right?
"Got it. I'll leave you alone. Call if you need anything."
I went back to the living room and plopped on the couch. Mom was prepping breakfast in the kitchen. No early class today, huh? Smells good.
"Jun, time for breakfast."
"Yeah."
Mom and I sat at the table, but Chaeyoung didn't come out.
"Chaeyoung says she's not eating. No appetite."
"On a diet?"
My mom, Jieun. Pilates instructor. Forty-three this year, but she'd pass for early thirties easy. Makes sense with her job—exercise every day. Problem is, that "normal" for her is sometimes a hassle for me. Early mornings, stretching in the living room in leggings and a sports bra? I'd appreciate a heads-up. It's just her routine, sure, but for a twenty-year-old guy full of energy, nowhere safe to look. Yesterday she came out of the shower in just underwear; had to play it cool. My nonchalant vibe must come from her.
...Though worrying about it makes me the weird one. What can you do? Instincts, eyes, and Mom's objectively hot. Am I a bad guy? Eh. Not really the guilty type anyway.
"Mom, I'm off. Call if anything comes up. Make sure Chaeyoung eats."
"Sure thing."
Mom was heading out late today. Break time, maybe? "Call if anything comes up." That jogged my memory—my missing gochu. Pretty big deal, actually. Kinda panicking, but... I pissed fine, and no real need for it otherwise. Might get boring at night, though. No fix right now anyway. So, ignore for now. Kinda convenient even? No bathroom trips for piss.
Weird.
Around lunchtime, had to pee again. But realized no need for the bathroom, so I just sat and let it go. More like, feeling it happen? Bladder filling up and all.
Suddenly, Chaeyoung—who'd been holed up in her room—bolted to the bathroom like a shot. Door slammed shut.
"She had to go too?"
Makes sense. Felt refreshing as it came out.
...At first, I thought it coincidence. But afternoon repeats synced with her bathroom dashes. By the third time, it hit me.
This... connected to me? My urge to piss signals her too?
Why her, though? Couldn't ask. Would be harassment. She's already icy to me. Might never talk again.
Evening rolled around. Another vacation day slipping away. Mom got home from work.
"Pizza for dinner tonight."
Chaeyoung loves it. Probably for her no-appetite morning.
"I'll eat later."
But she vanished to her room like usual. Not hungry?
I munched hot pizza, thinking: no gochu, no problem living. No girlfriend now or planned. Less issue than expected. Chug cola, no night worries. Lazy? Just piss in bed. Bladder empties somehow. Wild.
"...Hm?"
Mid-chug, warmth bloomed down there. What? Boner? No gochu? But sensation sharp—same as pissing.
"Nng? Nnng?"
Soft touch, like someone stroking. Rhythm picking up. Pleasure building...
...This jerking off?
But jerking's solo. Can't without it. Technically not mine. But feels like it.
"Ah, ngh..."
Sound slipped out.
"Jun, you okay?"
"N-no, just... pizza's spicy?"
I jumped up, grabbed cold water from the fridge. No bulge to hide now—bonus. Pleasure climbed even as I chugged. No stopping. Strokes accelerating wildly.
"Grk?!"
Peak hit fast. Ejaculation feel. Hot spurts—body shuddered.
"Jun?"
Mom eyeing my standing tremors weirdly. Forced a grin.
"Water went down wrong. *Cough cough*."
"Aigoo, be careful."
Even then, it kept going. In front of Mom. Gushing out.
...Busted. What now? Worse than missing gochu. Uncontrolled wank. Not just gone—someone took it. Pissing and jerking for me. Problem: I feel it all.
"Ahem. I'm done."
"Already? You and Chaeyoung both—sick?"
"Nah, fine. Totally no—?!"
Again. Jerking.
Confirmed: thief's no dude. Guys don't restart right after cum. Would know better.
Good news?
"...Thanks for the meal."
I stumbled to my room. Mom said something worried, but ears ringing.
"S-stop...!"
Flopped on bed, gripped blanket. Second round slower. First was frantic newbie rush. This: slow, exploratory strokes. Careful.
"Haa..."
Stared at ceiling. Couldn't shake it—too vivid. Fingertips distinct now. Slim, long fingers. Gentle grip, unlike mine. Gliding up, wrapping, slow down. Up again.
Definitely girl's hand. Guys don't stroke like this. Straight to goal, no babying.
At least that.
"Ngh..."
Rhythm set. Smoother now—learning fast. Quick study. Pro adapter.
Soon. Gripped blanket. Rising. Wave crashing up spine.
Disaster before Mom, but room now—better. Kinda.
"Kuh, haa..."
Climax. Second load. Muscles tensed, released. Panting, heart pounding. Fingers white-knuckled.
Lay gasping long after. Then—sound through wall.
"Ha... nn."
Tiny. Missed if not listening. But heard. Clear.
Held breath, ear to wall. Rustling sheets. Forced calm breaths. Tissue pull.
Chaeyoung's room.
"......"
Puzzle clicked. Morning disappearance. Her scream. Bathroom syncs. All-day lockdown. Same-timing finish.
Chaeyoung took my gochu. Chaeyoung. My little sister. "Hottest in the neighborhood" like Mom—she was jerking my gochu.
"Ha..."
Laugh escaped. Absurd. How, why? Dunno. But culprit: Chaeyoung.
And those clumsy, tentative strokes? Her hands.
Top student hands. Calligraphy award winner. Pale, flawless.
Gripping my gochu. Up, down.
"......Ahem."
Weird feeling. Anger? No. Shock? Nah. More like "Ah, that explains it." Detective solving mystery—clean satisfaction.
Wall silent now. Asleep? Or staring ceiling like me?
What to say? "Hey, give back my gochu"?
...Even I'd balk.
Wonder where it is? On her? Nah...
...Ugh.
Thoughts stalled. Exhausted. Two loads—brain fog. Sleep crashed. Eyes shut.
Sleep. Figure tomorrow. Not urgent. Won't run off.
Knew it's next door. Good enough.
"...Huh?"
Then—feeling again. Third round.
"...For real?"
Gripped blanket. Post-nut, yet again. Girls don't get refractory—duh, they can chain. Thinks it works same.
"Ngh, uk..."
Bit blanket. Hurts. Hurts good. Makes sense?
Her strokes bolder. Mastered after two. Genius at everything?
Wrong time to admire.
"S-stop..."
That night, third climax ended the remote session. Maybe more after, but...
I passed out cold. No clue.