The Visit
Right before my eyes, Oppa reached out with trembling hands—not for the syringe, but for the bottle of liquor sitting beside it.
"You picked that one, right?"
"Y-yeah…"
As expected, Oppa chose the liquor over the injection—something simple he only had to drink down. Completely unaware of what was about to happen, he watched as I poured the alcohol into a large cup with my own hands.
"Here. Drink up."
"Ugh… okay…"
The cup was filled to the brim with liquor so potent it could get even me drunk just from the fumes, sharp enough to sting my nose.
Oppa held that cup in both hands and simply stared at the alcohol sloshing inside.
"What are you waiting for, Oppa? I told you—drink that and I'll forgive you."
"R-really…?"
"Really. Finish this whole bottle and I won't do anything else to you tonight. I'll let it slide."
"Gulp…… Y-you have to keep that promise…"
"I know. I'll keep it. I swear."
Not that I actually will—but I might as well play along with Oppa's little game for now.
I stared at the glass Minhi had poured for me.
I hadn't even taken a sip yet, but the raw, aggressive scent of alcohol was already boring straight through my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed it down in one go.
"Khhhaaa… cough cough ghhhkk……"
I had to wonder whether she'd given me this to drink or to kill me. A single mouthful and my throat felt like it was catching fire. I looked around desperately for something—anything—I could drink to wash it down.
"Ah-ah-ah?? You can't move, Oppa. You haven't finished yet. Where do you think you're going?"
"M-Minhi… please, water—just one sip of water, please… th-this is burning my throat…"
I tried to head for the kitchen, but Minhi was already standing in front of me. She slipped around behind me and locked her arms around my waist.
"Honestly, where else would you find a little sister who takes such good care of you?"
Still holding me from behind, Minhi picked up the bottle itself instead of the cup I'd been drinking from and brought it to my lips.
"Say aah~"
"Please… n-not that… water—give me water…"
"Come on, gulp it down~"
Then Minhi shoved her fingers into my mouth, forced my jaw open, and poured the liquor straight down my throat.
"Ghhkk—ghhh—st-stop—!!!"
"There, there, it's okay, Oppa. Whatever spills will dry right up, so don't worry about it—just drink."
What couldn't fit in my mouth overflowed, soaking into the clothes I was wearing. I grabbed at the hand Minhi was using to hold my mouth open.
"Swallow, Oppa. Gulp it down. Otherwise this punishment doesn't mean anything, does it?"
"Ghhhk—hhha… st-stop… stop it…"
I could see the bottle was about halfway empty.
Just a little more… just a little more and this punishment will be over—or so I thought. The Minhi clinging to me from behind clearly had other ideas.
"Oppa, you weren't seriously thinking that emptying this glass would end the punishment, were you? I was planning to make you finish at least the whole bottle I brought."
"Huh……?"
"I only brought the one bottle, so let's finish this too."
"M-Minhi… please stop…… please… I'm getting dizzy…"
Even with a fair amount of the liquor she'd forced into my mouth spilling out, enough of it had still trickled down my throat that the alcohol was starting to hit. The world in front of me began to double, slowly, unsteadily.
"Come on, finish it, Oppa."
"Stoooop…"
"Mmmph… aged to perfection♡"
In the end, Oppa couldn't hold out against the high-proof liquor. He collapsed onto the bed and passed out cold.
"Oppa. Oppa, wake up."
"Nnnnngh…… nooo…"
I gave his shoulder a light shake just to check. He was so thoroughly drunk that he swatted my hand away and hugged the pillow instead.
"Haaaah~ Perfect. Absolutely perfect~"
Soaked in alcohol, Oppa couldn't resist me anymore. Just imagining what adorable little faces he was going to make for me next had my lower belly already clenching and fluttering.
"Heheheh… Ah, really, why didn't I think of this sooner, Yoo Minhi~? A method this good makes Oppa happy and makes me happy. I've been wasting half my life."
I casually fitted a syringe into the vial of drugs and began drawing the liquid out.
"I really can't wait, Oppa♡"
What kind of cute little voice are you going to give me this time♡
"Okay—poke, poke~ Here comes the injection~"
"Hh… hnnn… nnnngh……"
I slid the needle into his neck and slowly pushed the drug in. Oppa let out a lewd little moan and his body began to twitch and shudder.
"Now I just have to wait for the drug to fully spread and he'll be complete~ There's still the filthy residue of that dirty woman he bumped into outside, so I'll wash up first… and then I think I'll have my way with Oppa~"
I don't know where I am…
Everything in front of me is a blur. My head is spinning so hard I can barely think, and my body keeps getting hotter and hotter.
"Nn… nngh……"
I have to run.
The only coherent thought that managed to claw its way into my barely functioning mind was that I had to escape—right now.
I couldn't even begin to think about the consequences. The single idea dominating my head was that I had to get out of here immediately.
And then… whatever drug she'd put in me was turning every single movement into stimulation, twisting it into pleasure. Free of the chastity belt, my cock hardened almost instantly.
"Hnnngh… khh… hnnneh…"
Every step I took getting off the bed sent blood surging into my cock until it felt like it was about to burst.
Even so, I opened the front door and stepped outside.
Whatever Minhi was doing right now, she didn't appear no matter how far I got from the apartment.
All I wanted was to find someone—anyone—who could help me before I completely lost my grip on consciousness.
'Junhi… I don't know what's going on, but no matter what happens, I'm on your side. If you ever need help—anytime at all—please come find me…….'
Every part of me wanted to just collapse right there on the spot, but the building manager noona's words from earlier kept surfacing in my mind.
I left the front door behind, grabbed the stairwell railing with a body that wouldn't stop shaking, and started climbing one step at a time.
"Hhk—ehh—hh… haah—khh……"
—squelch, squelch—
Under my pants, my cock was so desperate to cum that it started gushing pre-cum, soaking the fabric through.
"Heuh… khhaah… heh—heeeeh… khhnnn!!!"
My trembling body and the alcohol-fogged dizziness only made everything worse. The mere friction of my cock rubbing against my pants was enough—I came right there on the stairs.
—spurt, spuuurt—
"Haaah—kheee… heh—heuh—khnnn!!"
Semen punched straight through my sleep pants and dripped down onto the steps.
"Heh… heeeh……"
Any more… I really can't cum anymore…
The thought of climaxing from this pleasure again—of becoming completely unable to move and getting dragged back to Minhi—filled me with such terror that I shoved my left hand down my pants and clamped my cock in a tight fist to stop myself from finishing.
"Ha… khhnnn!!!"
I hadn't realized how hard it would be to grab a body this sensitive. The second I touched it, the urge to cum surged right back up—but somehow I held on, squeezing hard enough to keep it from happening.
"Al… heuhn… almost there…"
I was nearly at the top of the stairs. The front door of the building manager noona's apartment came into view.
Late in the evening, a noisy racket filled a somewhat messy apartment.
"Ah, you fucking bastards!!! Who the hell uses flashbangs and smoke grenades before a sniper fight, you cowards!!!"
Hong Hayun, age twenty-eight, had nothing better to do. She was playing a game while finishing off yesterday's leftover chicken.
"Aaaah… goddamn pieces of shit. A sniper fight and they're spamming flash and smoke like maniacs. Ugh……"
The FPS match ended with the word DEFEAT stamped across the screen in big, ugly letters.
"Haaaaah…… Fuck… Games aren't going my way today either, and why is this place such a dump?"
Part of it was that she was too lazy to clean and just shoved everything to one side—but since nobody ever came over anyway, she only really… cleaned?… about once a month.
"Yesterday's leftovers taste like crap, and I can't stop thinking about what happened earlier…"
The image of Junhi from downstairs kept snagging on something in her chest and refusing to let go.
"Should I actually call the cops about this later?"
Normally she couldn't be bothered with other people's problems. She'd shrug, look the other way, and get on with her life. But Junhi downstairs was different. Maybe it was because she had feelings for him—right now it felt like she genuinely needed to do something.
"What if I just… barge in?"
She could claim she was doing a unit inspection, walk right in, and look around. That wouldn't be so weird, would it?
She paced in circles around the room, turning over every possible scenario of what might happen if she went down there.
"Mmmph……"
After enough pacing, she decided she should just act on it. She reached for the front door—then hesitated all over again.
"What if that kind of thing is just Junhi's… preference? What if I'm the one overstepping with all this concern?"
She'd already gone back and forth about opening the door dozens of times.
"Hoooo… Tomorrow… yeah. Tomorrow morning. I'll just talk to him casually then."
It was late, and she didn't want to risk waking him if he was already asleep.
She stood there debating whether to open the door one more time—then finally turned around and went back inside.
"Haaaah… I want to date someone too. I want to have sex like everyone else does…"
She let herself wonder, just for a second, what Junhi's… there… might be like.
"Heh… heheheh…"
She almost sank into a happy little daydream before shaking her head hard, banishing those R-rated thoughts from her mind.
"Aaaah~~ I want to get close to Junhi, go on dates all over the place, and then maybe just a little……"
She wanted to bury his head in her full chest, stroke his hair, hold him close—do all the soft, couple-y things she'd never gotten to do.
Fantasies are just fantasies, though…
Trash scattered across the living room floor kept catching on her ankles.
"……Should I clean a bit?"
The games weren't fun, and it was still a little early to put on a movie and fall asleep. She grabbed a garbage bag and started picking up the mess littering the living room floor.
—bang…… bang…—
"Huh??"
In the middle of roughly scooping trash off the floor, she heard someone knocking on the door.
At this hour? Some pain-in-the-ass tenant whose toilet clogged or whose lightbulb died, coming to make me fix it?
She'd learned the hard way that some people in this world couldn't even handle the simplest things themselves.
"What, do they not have hands? Or feet? For fuck's sake."
One or two tenants like that showed up every single month. Grumbling under her breath, she opened the front door.
"Heh… heuh… hh—hhk……"
"Huh?? J-Junhi??"
She'd assumed it was just another tenant from a different unit. Instead, standing at her door was the very man she'd been fretting over all evening—the one she'd been quietly carrying a torch for.
And he was here with ragged, broken moans spilling from his mouth, his eyes unfocused and glassy, his left hand shoved down inside his pants.