A Spontaneous Getaway to Busan
“Feels so good to finally rest~”
“How many days off did you get?”
“Liberation Day lands right before the weekend, so counting today it’s three and a half days.”
“Must be nice. I have to work.”
“…When?”
“Both Saturday and Sunday.”
“No way. You can’t even take the holiday off?”
“I’m off today and tomorrow instead, so it’s fine.”
Even while this conversation continued, the phone vibrations refused to die down. In the end I disabled the app notifications entirely.
“Haah. So annoying.”
“What is?”
“Nothing! It’s nothing!”
“Aha.”
Jisu looked utterly flustered. She must have assumed my “annoying” comment was about deleting posts. Otherwise she wouldn’t have reacted that strongly. Still, it really must be a hassle. Even checking the time when leaving work feels like too much effort for me.
Vrrr— Vrrr—
Despite Jisu calling it annoying, the vibrations showed no sign of stopping. Eventually she picked up her own phone, and the buzzing finally ceased. She must have turned the notifications off too.
“But it’s a shame… I was planning to go out and have some fun for once.”
“Then just go out.”
“No, I wanted to go with you.”
“Why me?”
“Don’t you have anyone else to hang out with?”
“What about your friends, Sis?”
“They’re all going with their boyfriends.”
“Aha….”
Going on a summer trip with a lover. They’d definitely have dates, flirt shamelessly, and have sex too. I was jealous. They got to fuck each other all summer while someone else was stuck at home jerking off to thoughts of his own sister.
“Well… I’m free until tomorrow, so a trip is doable.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Where? Anywhere you want to visit?”
“Busan!”
“Huh?”
I’d expected something like a movie, but Busan came out of nowhere. I guess this is the kind of idea an office worker can have.
“Busan!”
“Why Busan all of a sudden…?”
“Just because. It’s summer, so I suddenly wanted to feel the sea breeze.”
“…Do you even have the money?”
“Of course. Today’s payday.”
“Whoa, Sis.”
Ah. Payday really is king. I was already endlessly grateful for the monthly allowance she gave me.
“What’s wrong, Jiyun?”
“…!”
I’d only said it as a joke, but Jisu played along. She deliberately let out a cute little noise and clung to my arm. Right. This was the same person who had been masturbating just moments ago. I’d let my guard down too much.
“No… never mind.”
“Didn’t you have something to say…?”
“…Thank you. For taking me on this trip.”
“Right? You should be grateful.”
“…….”
Jisu shrugged her shoulders and chest, then pulled away from me. I was relieved I’d somehow managed to dodge the topic.
“When are we leaving?”
“Now.”
“…Excuse me?”
“Let’s go now and come back late. There’s not much to do there anyway. Just food.”
“That’s true, but…”
I was genuinely surprised by Jisu’s incredible drive. She must have been excited to finally set down the burden of being Ju-ttak for a while.
“Hurry up and get changed! Let’s go right now!”
“Okay…”
I wondered if I could ever develop that kind of decisive action if I balanced a regular job with moderating.
It took us about thirty minutes to reach Seoul Station from home. The place was packed, as if everyone else wanted to enjoy the holiday too.
“It’s been forever since I last rode the KTX.”
“When was the last time?”
“When I went to the army.”
“Aha.”
The train bound for Nonsan. I still couldn’t forget the motion sickness and vomiting that had lasted the entire day.
“When was your last ride, Sis?”
“Me? Hmm… it must have been a few years ago. I went with friends.”
“Aha… Did you book the tickets?”
“I did it on the way here. We’ve got about twenty minutes left.”
“…You’re really fast, Sis.”
“Right~ Hehe.”
Why did that laugh sound like an “ehehe” villain laugh to me? At this point, everything Jisu did only made me think of that.
“I’m going to the bathroom real quick. Watch the bags.”
“Sure.”
While she was gone, I turned on my phone. The number 23 glowed above a flood of notifications. This was the first time I’d ever received this much attention.
There were a few trolls mixed in, but overall the reactions were positive. Writing a fabricated post had been fun, but typing out the real facts felt strangely unpleasant. I’d written it hoping for reactions like this, so why did it bother me? Maybe it was the possessiveness—my sister is someone only I can tease. Or my sister is someone only I can look at.
What do I do…
A trip with just the two of us. We’d gone out together plenty of times, but this was our first time leaving Seoul. It wasn’t even an overnight stay, yet my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I’d tried not to think of it as a date, but when Jisu showed up in a blouse and skirt pants instead of a simple t-shirt and shorts, I couldn’t see it as anything else. What was I supposed to do? I’d never been on a real date before.
“Jiyun, don’t you need to use the bathroom?”
“You startled me.”
“You startled me. I was more surprised, you know?”
“…I don’t need to go.”
It had been a long time since I’d ridden the KTX. Because of the holiday it was completely packed.
“Ugh. I should’ve bought special-room tickets. They were already sold out.”
“You really do make good money, Sis…”
“You’ll buy me something nice later, right~?”
“…As long as it’s not too expensive.”
Luckily we won the random seating draw and got the very last row. Jisu took the window seat, I took the aisle.
“Haaam…”
“Sleepy?”
“Yeah. I didn’t sleep at all earlier.”
“Aha….”
I knew exactly why she hadn’t slept. If she hadn’t slept a wink, exactly how many hours had she spent masturbating?
“I’m going to nap. Wake me later.”
“I was planning to sleep too.”
“You don’t want me to?”
“No, I like it.”
Using the Korail Talk app to threaten me—today, with Jisu footing the bill, there was no way I could refuse. Besides, I genuinely liked it.
“Sleep well…”
At some point she had put on a sleep mask and leaned her head on my shoulder. The light weight and fresh scent made the start of our day-trip date feel refreshingly sweet.
Our train will soon arrive at the final stop, Busan Station. Please prepare to disembark. We hope you enjoyed a fast and comfortable journey…
“Ah.”
When I came to my senses we had already reached Busan. I must have been tired too; I wiped away the drool that had trickled down my chin.
“Zzz…”
Jisu was sleeping with her mouth wide open, completely dead to the world. I knew I should wake her, but I wanted to watch a little longer. These defenseless moments were rare. And here… No.
Damn it. Why are you like this again?
The usual morning wood had decided to appear. Because Jisu was leaning against me I couldn’t even adjust myself. If she woke up and saw… I might actually have to throw myself into the sea today.
It was time to snap out of the fantasy.
“Sis. We’re here.”
“Mmm…”
“…!”
She stirred and clung to me even more tightly. Whether on purpose or not, her hand lightly brushed across the top of the tent in my pants. My heart pounded harder and my erection refused to go down. I quickly covered myself with the handbag she had placed on my lap.
“We’re here…?”
“Yeah. We need to get off.”
I stood up quickly, straightened my clothes, and told her to get up—all while keeping one hand strategically placed.
“Help me up.”
“Here.”
“Ugh…”
“…!”
The moment she took my hand and stood, she went limp again and leaned fully against me. I was still hard—this was a disaster. Why was my sister acting like this today of all days? She kept making me feel strange. How many times had it been already? If she kept this up I might actually end up thrusting my hips against her.
“Jiyun. Jiyun.”
“What?”
“It’s Busan!”
“So what about it?”
“Oh, do you know this one?”
“Pretty sure I’m the one who told you about it.”
After cracking a lame joke and stepping onto the platform, things calmed down a little. Now I could finally look at her properly… right?
“Have you been to Busan before, Sis?”
“I think I came here a really long time ago.”
“Aha.”
“It’s hot, so let’s head straight to the beach.”
“Sounds good.”
There was a subway entrance nearby, so we went down. I’d thought there was only one line, but there were six—honestly surprising.
“Oh… the dialect.”
“Ma~ This is Busan for ya~”
“…Is that accurate?”
“It is.”
“…Yeah. It is.”
Contrary to my expectation that many people would speak that way, most used standard Korean. Still, the unmistakable Busan accent lingered in their speech. That was Busan for you.
“Which beach should we go to?”
“Hmm… I want to see Haeundae.”
“Perfect!”
Haeundae was a city I had romanticized ever since I was little. Probably because it was the first movie I ever saw in a theater. Why a disaster film had given me such fond memories, I still didn’t know.
“There are so many foreigners.”
“No kidding… I guess a lot of people came to see the Devil Hunters.”
There were as many foreigners as locals. Being one of Korea’s top tourist spots alongside Seoul, plus that old anime, probably explained the crowds.
“Sis, sit down.”
“I’m fine. You sit.”
“Really?”
“We have to transfer soon anyway, so I’ll be standing again shortly.”
“Aha.”
It wasn’t as crowded as Seoul’s Line 2, so we luckily found seats. With Jisu standing right in front of me, my eyes ended up level with her lower belly. Ah. Please stop. My brain is already broken.
“We get off at the next stop.”
“Yeah—whoa?”
The moment I tried to stand, the train lurched. I lost my balance and pitched forward, my face buried in something soft. It cushioned me like a pillow, yet the sensation was anything but innocent.
“Ah.”
“What the—you suddenly fell on me. Let’s get off quickly.”
“…Yeah.”
Surprisingly, Jisu acted like nothing had happened. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might explode. I had even prepared myself to get slapped.
“The transfer looks the same.”
“Yeah…”
The sensation still lingered on my face. I felt the same strange reluctance to wash it away as someone who doesn’t want to wash the hand that first touched a girl’s breast.
“Oh. Seats again?”
“Can I sit this time?”
“Sure.”
After transferring at Seomyeon, the ride to Haeundae took twenty to thirty minutes. This time Jisu sat across from me. She kept smiling, as if something wonderful had happened.
“Looks like everyone’s heading to Haeundae.”
“Yeah, there’s a Michelin-rated ramen place there!”
“Really? I’d love to—”
The subway suddenly jerked like it was drifting. I gripped the handrail tightly, but my waist still lurched forward. My face ended up pressed against the one place it absolutely should not touch while Jisu was looking at her phone.
“…….”
“…….”
It had definitely made contact. Close enough that anyone watching would have thought she was kissing my cock. No—it had touched. I could feel it clearly.
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“…Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Was Jisu truly unbothered? Her face had just touched her little brother’s dick. Was she really that unfazed?
“Huu…!”
And just how entertaining was that phone? She was biting back laughter, the corners of her mouth twitching the whole time.