Hot Compress
I felt pretty damn good wondering what had gotten into that bitch Hee-kyung to actually call me for once.
Missed her big brother the second he stepped out of the house, did she?
When she told me to come home early, it hit me that I had no idea what time it was, so I checked my watch.
A little past four in the afternoon.
Factoring in the time it took to cross from school over toward the entertainment district, I’d only been in the shop a little over an hour.
Gyeong-jun had already said everything he needed to say, the side dishes were pretty much cleaned out, and wrapping things up wouldn’t take long.
“I’ll probably head back around dinner time?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I want sushi. Mom says she wants some too, so buy sushi on the way home.”
What a fucking bitch.
Aside from being pretty, she wasn’t any different from Eun-sol!
No, I had no idea why this girl had suddenly started pestering me to do this and that for her.
From the hair salon to fried chicken to sushi—everything was “do it for me.” It almost made me wonder if she’d somehow sniffed out that I had money.
“Figures. Wondered why you were calling.”
“Oppa~. I’ve been such a good girl lately~.”
That “lately” was one fucking day, you crazy bitch.
In that short stretch she’d already turned my eyes into raccoon rings, and now she was talking about being good.
Sensing my lukewarm reaction, Hee-kyung tried again in a sulky voice.
“I called because I missed you. Do I really have to say it out loud? That’s embarrassing. Just read the room, will you~?”
My mouth went soft again.
This cunning little bitch knew exactly how to handle a man.
It bruised my pride a little, but she’d already lowered that lofty nose of hers and admitted she missed her big brother, so I decided to let it slide.
“Who missed who?”
I asked again just because I wanted to hear it.
“The sushi!”
“Fuck off, you little shit.”
Annoyed, I hit the end button right then and there.
The second I hung up, KakaoTalk lit up. She’d sent me info on a neighborhood sushi place and told me to get the special sushi set from there.
“Who was that?”
“The bitch who did this to my eyes.”
“Your sister?”
“No, my little sister.”
“So it really was family stuff.”
Only then did Gyeong-jun catch on to the history behind my black eyes and start snickering.
This was the same guy who’d been about to call hyung Taesik over this…
And you, dumbass, this is no time for you to be laughing.
I had the feeling Gyeong-jun ought to probe whether that fox Eun-sol was just playing around or actually serious, but I didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.
A complete virgin who’d never even touched a girl before—his head was probably a field of flowers right now. Drop a bomb like that and he’d flip out for sure.
“Hey, tell me your story already.”
“My story?”
“Yeah, asshole! You said you had something too.”
Even though Gyeong-jun had kindly changed the subject first, my mouth clamped shut.
Had I had something with a girl last night?
Sure I had. I’d played around touching my little sister Hee-kyung.
But what kind of lunatic would just come out and say that to another person?
That was basically a coming-out.
And when I thought about it carefully, even if Hee-kyung hadn’t been my sister and had been some other girl, I’d still lost.
What I mean is, Gyeong-jun had just bragged that he’d kissed a girl, she’d rubbed his cock over his pants, and he’d felt her pussy hair and her pussy lips—so what the hell did I have?
Me? At best I’d groped over clothes, thrown a tantrum that I wanted bare tits, gotten smacked for it, and only then managed a kiss and some breast-touching.
“…….”
“Why so quiet?”
“Well…”
How the hell was I supposed to put this?
“You little shit, don’t tell me…”
While I sat there smacking my lips and saying nothing, Gyeong-jun poured me a drink with a serious look on his face.
Wondering if he’d figured it out, I tensed up and accepted the somaek he poured.
But after a silent clink and a one-shot, Gyeong-jun suddenly broke into a huge grin.
“Hey! Gyeong-hun! Aww, I get not wanting to lose to hyung, but you can’t just lie about it~!”
“What?”
“You little bastard, what girl are you advancing with? You went home without even eating lunch yesterday. Am I right or am I right?”
“I went home, yeah.”
“You went home, sorted out family business, got punched by your little sister until your eyes looked like that—and you expect me to believe you met a girl? Hahaha.”
“……”
“Or are you claiming you made out with your sister’s fist?”
This virgin loser nerd was laughing at his own buddy. Unbelievable.
My mood tanked hard, but at least we’d skimmed past the uncomfortable truth, so I decided to take the win.
Even if the fact that I’d lost still didn’t change.
“Let’s go home.”
“Why? The booze is great. Let’s keep drinking.”
“I’m done. Body’s not taking it today.”
“Aw, it was just starting to taste good.”
“Call Eun-sol and drink with her instead of me. From the interest she showed yesterday, you should be fine.”
At that, Gyeong-jun snorted roughly, getting all worked up.
“Should I? Hey, what if I go all the way today?”
“Even after reading all those books? After the heat comes the gentle push-and-pull, remember?”
“What if Eun-sol asks first?”
“Gyeong-jun.”
“What? What? Jealous?”
“A guy pulls back and she still comes running? There’s always a reason for that.”
“A reason?”
“Either you’re ridiculously good-looking, or…”
Gyeong-jun’s face froze solid the second he caught my meaning.
He poured out every last drop of soju and beer, guzzled it down, then stood up and laid into me, wounded.
“Gyeong-hun. If you’re jealous, just say you’re jealous. If you don’t like being teased, just say you don’t like it. It’s not like I’m gonna keep tormenting someone who says stop. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.”
“Hey, hey, that’s not—”
“Hmph! I’m calling Eun-sol and drinking some more! This time I’m breaking through that pussy-lip shield!”
He grabbed his bag and bolted. I wanted to chase him down and beat the shit out of him.
Left standing there blankly, the only thing that came flying at me was the izakaya owner’s disgusted stare after he’d overheard Gyeong-jun’s parting yell.
I bought two special sushi sets and headed home.
“Sushi!”
The moment that bitch Hee-kyung spotted the fancy paper bag from a proper sushi place, she came flying over, thrilled.
She snatched it before I could even hold it out, peeked inside, and her eyes went huge as she shouted.
“Whoa! There’s so much sushi!”
But once she confirmed there were only two lunchboxes, she looked puzzled and called me again.
“Oppa, there’s only two sushi sets?”
“Yeah, I only bought two.”
Still sour from having ruined Gyeong-jun’s mood, I answered half-heartedly as I kicked off my shoes and came inside.
“One for Mom and one for me?”
“Yep.”
“What about yours?”
“I’ve been drinking till just now. Not hungry.”
Mom, who’d been happy right along with Hee-kyung though not quite as loud, carefully started transferring her share of sushi onto a plate.
“Gyeong-hun, share with Mom. There’s too much for me to finish.”
“Nah, I’m really full.”
No matter how delicious something was, our mom always ended up giving everything to me and Hee-kyung. The only thing she ever finished herself was sushi.
Truth was, one of the reasons I’d bothered buying sushi in the first place was for Mom—Hee-kyung might be stuck at home suffering, but Mom barely left the house at all because of housework.
“Oppa, you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. You two eat it all. I’m fine. Gonna go wash up.”
I answered calmly and headed into the bathroom.
It had only just turned evening, yet my body felt completely exhausted.
Whether it was the alcohol kicking in or something else, I was so drowsy I felt like I could fall asleep the second I closed my eyes.
I’d only meant to wash my face and hands and feet, but something felt sticky and gross, so I stripped completely and took a shower.
In the mirror stood a pretty muscular guy.
My face was average at best, but my body was lean and damn fine.
There was just one flaw: a long knife-scar running along my side.
It wasn’t even a tattoo, yet the ugly ridge of raised flesh following the wound was disgusting to look at.
That’s why, even at home, I always wore a top—thin or thick, didn’t matter.
Anyway, enough digression.
I washed roughly, towel-dried my hair, and came out to find Hee-kyung and Mom still eating sushi.
Mom was chewing with her little mouth, looking so satisfied and cute that I walked over and brushed a grain of rice off her lip.
“Good?”
“Mm!”
“Eat lots.”
Moments like this made it feel like Mom was the daughter and I was the dad.
How the hell did she still look so young? Her skin elasticity was basically still in her twenties—it was wild.
Ah, I’m tired. Too tired to keep chasing these stupid thoughts.
When I stood up, Hee-kyung turned and asked,
“Oppa, you’re really not eating?”
“Ugh, sleepy. I’m going to bed first.”
“Going to bed?!”
“Yeah.”
I trudged into the room and laid out the blanket.
I spread the completely flattened mat and sprawled on top of it.
Like a baby that can find its mother’s nipple even with its eyes closed, I instinctively found the sunken spot in the middle, lay down, let out a few alcohol-hot sighs, and passed out cold.
My back felt like it was sitting on a goddamn jjimjilbang furnace.
I was sweating buckets, my whole body already soaked and clammy. I had no choice but to open my eyes—only for the fluorescent light to blind me so hard I had to throw an arm over my face.
“You awake?”
I turned my head toward the voice and saw Hee-kyung’s pale face.
She was lying on her stomach with her chest pressed to the floor, arms pushing her tits even tighter together.
“Why’s it so hot?”
Still half-asleep, my voice gravelly, I asked. Hee-kyung swallowed hard.
I hadn’t even said anything weird—why was she reacting like that?
“I turned on the electric blanket.”
“Hey… it’s the middle of summer. Why the hell would you turn on an electric blanket? Turn it off and put it away. Lights off too.”
“What are you talking about? I only put it under my side. You’re the one who rolled over onto it.”
“…I’m seriously tired today. Turn off the blanket and the lights and let’s sleep.”
“Really? We’re just sleeping tonight?”
“Yeah. Sleep.”
Hee-kyung furrowed her brow like she didn’t like that answer, then spoke to me with a meaningful tone.
“Even though I said I’d do something nice for you when you got home today—you’re fine with that?”
My eyes snapped open.
I’d forgotten.
Sleep fled completely and I tried to sit up, but Hee-kyung stopped me with her hand.
“Stay still. I’ll take care of it.”
“Wh-what?”
I asked, full of anticipation. Hee-kyung pushed herself up from her stomach.
That was when I realized she wasn’t wearing a single thing on top—just one arm covering her chest.
She crawled closer on her knees and gently laid my head back down on the pillow herself.
“How are your eyes, Oppa?”
Out of nowhere?
“They don’t hurt anymore, but there’s still this stinging feeling left.”
“I see.”
The arm she’d been using for support dropped.
Because she’d been leaning over me, I got a direct, top-down view of Hee-kyung’s bare tits.
“How are they?”
First impression: white.
Just like Mom, her breasts were pale, and shockingly her areolas and nipples were a soft pink.
My eyes met the tips of those tits—nipples of just the right size.
A little bigger than a go stone, about the size of a 500-won coin. Exactly the size I wanted.
Even though they were slightly flattened from lying on her stomach, the shape held up beautifully. That was impressive.
I carefully examined every inch of Hee-kyung’s breasts and discovered a tiny mole under one of them.
I was certain. In that spot, that location—most dickheads wouldn’t have noticed it, and even Hee-kyung herself probably didn’t know.
That little mole on her breast was something only I knew right now.
That sense of satisfaction made me grin.
“I only showed you my tits and look how happy you are.”
“I am happy.”
“Close your eyes now.”
“Why? I want to keep looking.”
“You have to close them for me to do it.”
“Do what?”
I asked without taking my eyes off her chest. My little sister smirked and cupped both hands under her breasts, pushing them toward me.
“Hot compress. The doctor at the hospital said you absolutely have to do warm compresses on your eyes. I’ll do it with these.”
Everything clicked.
Why Hee-kyung had turned on an electric blanket in the middle of summer and been lying on it face-down.
Why she’d even left the ceiling light on.
It was all so she could show me her tits and give me a hot compress.
“Patient, we’ll begin the compress now~.”
With that careful whisper, soft white breasts gently settled over my eyelids.