If You Don't Take It, I'll Smash It
Morning. I woke up caught between the delightful feel of her soft skin nestled in my arms and the sticky discomfort of the bed, damp from all the various fluids we'd produced the night before.
—Snore... My sister was still fast asleep. Seeing her red lips gently parting with each breath reminded me of how they'd been wrapped around me last night. It made my lower half twitch... though honestly, it had been fully charged since the moment I woke up.
I desperately wanted to pounce on her right then, but remembering how tough it had been for her as a first-timer, I swallowed my urges. Instead, I just stroked her straight back and patted her soothingly. I had no intention of waking her; she just looked so adorable like a baby.
Naturally, my hand drifted lower, kneading her ass. It was the ultimate softness, fingers sinking in with every touch, infinite happiness in its perfection. Sure, I liked her breasts a bit more, but they pressed nicely against my solar plexus anyway.
"Mm..."
"Awake?"
"Yeah..."
She woke up from my groping hands everywhere. Her eyes barely open, she stared blankly for a moment before pressing her lips to my neck right in front of her.
—Smack... Smooch!
"Ow! That kinda hurts."
"Slurp... Smack!"
"Agh."
Her kisses sucked harder than expected, drawing a wince of pain from me, but she licked the spot once before moving sideways to suck again. She was probably planning to leave hickeys. Wasn't this a bit much? But I had no desire to stop her.
I just thought it was cute and kept kneading her ass. After a few more, she finally seemed satisfied, lifting her head slightly to look at me.
"Sleep well?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Me too... Gyeol."
"What?"
"...That promise from yesterday..."
"Promise?"
The moment she woke up, she marked my neck and chest with hickeys, then brought up yesterday's promise. I blanked for a second before recalling our conversation right before sleep.
'Did it feel good?'
'I couldn't live without you now.'
'Yeah... I'll do it for you every day.'
'Guess I gotta step up and do it for you every day too. Want me to make you feel good every morning when you wake up?'
'.........Yeah.'
'Good. Look forward to it.'
She probably meant something other than full sex since her body might still be sore—some other way to make her feel good. No reason to refuse. Honestly, I wanted to give and receive after she did it for me once in the bathroom. And with my lower half pressing against her stomach right now, it was getting hard to hold back.
"Want me to do it now?"
"...No. Shower first."
"Wanna shower right away? I'll do it in there."
"Yeah. Let's."
We'd crashed without cleaning up last night, leaving the bed a mess and our bodies no better—saliva and all sorts of stuff everywhere. Plus, I was probably still inside her, so jumping straight into something naughty felt off. She'd begged me to finish inside, and she said she'd take the pill this time, but condoms from now on.
—Smack!
I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and got up.
"It's cold... C'mon. Time to get up, Langi sis."
"Carry me."
"Baby, c'mere."
I hugged her body, lifted her up, and headed to the bathroom, where we spent a long time washing each other and doing all sorts of things to make each other feel good.
Harang had to head to her family home around two in the afternoon. Before that, we dropped the blankets at a nearby coin laundry, cleaned up the messy room, and then...
"...Not getting dressed?"
"I'm wearing a shirt."
"That's mine. And nothing underneath."
"I heard guys like this."
"From who?"
"Friends."
She climbed onto my lap wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt—pure bottomless fashion. And yeah, truly nothing underneath. Her bare skin pressed directly against my thighs, which were only in boxers. She'd gotten me off once in the bathroom, but my lower half was pitching a tent again.
Her reason was obvious. She gazed at my aroused reaction with utter satisfaction.
To me, it was just a natural male response. How could I not get excited with my girlfriend in my arms wearing only my T-shirt? Especially since the thin fabric let me clearly feel her breasts pressing against me. I'd turned on the boiler, so I was just in a short-sleeved tee myself.
Anyway, I teased her about not dressing, but I loved it. Slipping my hand under from below to fondle her breasts was great, and every time my arm pushed the shirt up, her body was exposed so blatantly.
—Smack!
Our kisses were as natural as breathing now—no big deal.
"You're coming back the day after, right?"
"No, tomorrow."
"Huh? Didn't you say two days?"
"I'll come see you tomorrow."
"I'd love that, but..."
She got tons of love at home, but if she came back early because of me, would I get hate?
"Plus, tomorrow... we can do it again."
Of course, such petty worries vanished with her next words.
"Body okay?"
"One day's rest should do it."
"If so."
She wanted to have sex with me so bad she was coming back early—what could I do? I grinned like an idiot, enjoying more sticky skinship, when she suddenly sat up like she'd remembered something.
"Where you going?"
"Got something for you."
"Something?"
She opened the closet and pulled something out from inside. It looked awfully familiar—I'd seen Harang and Yeoreum using ones like it often. Square-shaped, same brand as theirs.
"Laptop?"
"Yeah."
It was a laptop, all right. Famous for weighing under a kilo. But not theirs—I could tell right away. It was pristine like new, and Harang's had a case on it.
That realization hit me with dread. No way she was doing it again?
"You gonna give it to me?"
"Adult birthday gift."
"Sigh..."
I sighed at the laptop on the table. Back then, my "no gifts from you until I give you one first" strategy had worked decently through high school. I'd been stubborn, and Yeoreum backed me up. So Harang had stopped forcing gifts at some point.
But now it was starting again. And I knew that laptop cost at least a million won—the priciest gift yet.
I couldn't just happily accept it.
"Sis. I appreciate it, but I told you—no big stuff like... Mmph!"
Words failed me. Literally. She'd climbed back onto my lap, pulled my head into her chest, and buried my face there.
Even through the T-shirt, the softness and her tempting scent enveloped me.
"It's a gift."
"Mmph, mmph!"
"You'll take it, right?"
"Mmmph!"
"Good. Use it well."
She hugged me tight, answer-deciding for me. I couldn't wrench free without worrying about her slender frame. Resigned, I went limp, savoring her breasts until she finally released me.
"Too expensive. No. Can't take it."
"Gyeol."
"Don't try convincing me."
"Yeoreum said it's fine."
"...She did? For real?"
I asked in shock. I'd refused well until last year thanks to Yeoreum's strong support. She'd even gotten mad at Harang once: "Why give that kid expensive stuff?" I'd used her as a shield a few times.
But Yeoreum okayed it? Harang wouldn't lie using her.
"Yeah. So just accept it."
"No, no. Even if Yeoreum sis says okay, I can't. She bought me shoes last time anyway. Haven't given you mine yet, remember? We take turns."
"Gyeol."
Why did hearing my name today feel so ominous? Usually, she'd pout a bit and concede when I refused firmly, but today she was eerily calm.
"If you don't take it..."
"If I don't?"
"I'll smash it."
"............Huh?"
Smash? What? Me? No, the laptop? I couldn't process it.
She drove the nail in as I gawked.
"If you don't take it, I'll just smash that laptop."
"......"
"And buy another."
"Lord have mercy."
What kind of threat was this? If I don't accept, she'll destroy it and buy a new one? The sheer novelty left me speechless, staring blankly, until she grabbed my face and pressed our foreheads together.
"You'll take it, right?"
"......Wow."
No way out. Harang totally seemed like she'd do it. I trailed off, no more refusals left, just a defeated laugh. Her eyes curved in a smile.
"Mwah... When I get back from home... smooch... we'll have sex... and go shopping together."
She sucked gently on my lips like they were precious, listing our joyful-yet-sinister plans ahead with glee. Sex? Hell yes, a thousand times yes. But after forcing a million-won laptop on me, now shopping?
What else was she gonna buy? But refusing that felt impossible too. It was basically a date invite.
In the end, I sat there like a fool, mumbling as I accepted her kisses, and she flashed an even deeper smile.
"Got it?"