Lewd Body
"Sorry… I'm sorry I couldn't give you anything better. There was nothing left to cook with. Junhi oppa…."
"It's fine. This is plenty."
The pot of ramen sat empty. Junhi oppa kept wincing at the heat, even mixing in leftover cold rice, and still looked unsatisfied—so he just kept drinking water, glass after glass.
"S-still, I'll run out and grab a few things for dinner. I'll make you something nice."
"No. Ramen's enough."
"How can you live on ramen alone? Look at the state of your body."
Was he really a man? His arms were thinner than mine, and his skin was so fine. How long had it been since I'd seen that skin bare? Ever since the day we'd had sex, the memory had come back every single day.
Really…… I'd almost died of how good it felt back then….
"……"
If I just close my eyes and ask him to sleep with me once… would he do it?
We'd already mixed our bodies. He'd been kidnapped by one person after another and had nowhere left to go. Maybe taking sex once a day in place of rent wouldn't be so bad.
"Eunseo?"
"Ah… aah… yes?"
"I feel bad freeloading, so I'll clean up."
I'd been staring at Junhi oppa's skin, thinking about sex instead of rent, when he noticed me sitting still. He stacked the bowls we'd used into the pot and rose from his seat.
"Ah—no, I can handle that much. Your body isn't in any shape for it. Why don't you rest a little?"
He'd had sex right in front of me in an almost completely wrecked state and still pretended to be fine, but his face really looked terrible. He probably hadn't slept properly, hadn't eaten properly—anyone looking at him could tell his condition was bad.
But… why is that look even more attractive?
Before, he'd been completely tiny and cute like a puppy. Now that he was a little more worn down, that worn-down look had its own kind of charm. That skinny frame, that exhausted face, and still that cute puppy-like face remaining on top of it….
Ah… I want to put a collar on him….
I wanted to pull the collar out from under the bed right now, fasten it around Junhi oppa's throat, and fuck him senseless…….
Ah, get a grip!! Bae Eunseo!! You can't do this!!
Junhi oppa is in really bad shape right now. I can't pile those kinds of filthy thoughts on top of everything else. Not obsession. Not pathological love. Just pure love… the kind that comes from a pure romantic relationship. I can't keep acting like a crazy bitch like this….
I was washing the ramen pot and the dishes when Eunseo, still sitting on the floor, started muttering under her breath.
Whatever had happened… in the end I was alone, and as long as I was alone, other women would keep coming to find me. Then they would try to bind me, one way or another.
Honestly, I'd given up. This was my fate, and I'd finally understood that I just had to accept it. At least—at least I could breathe a little easier knowing I wouldn't have to have sex with my own little sister anymore.
God… Minhi is insane…… completely insane….
The thought of her still touching my body however she pleased, casually rolling her hips on top of me and begging for love, rose up again—
Huh?
My cock went hard.
Ah… no… I can't….
My mind knew I shouldn't react to something like that, but my body had already answered. After being raped by those three women over and over, my body had stopped belonging to me. Minhi had even shoved a dildo into my ass and taken me that way. My body had been completely trained.
Pleasure so intense it could blow my head open had turned me into something lewd.
At least not here….
Eunseo had gone through so much to pull me out of that place—and I was getting hard over that kind of memory?
I pressed myself tight against the sink, trying to hide the erection, waiting for it to go down. There wasn't much left to wash. One pot. Chopsticks. Two bowls. The dishes would be finished long before my cock softened.
Eunseo was still sitting where she'd been, muttering to herself, not paying me any attention at all.
Please… just go down… please….
I dragged the washing out as slowly as I could, praying for the hardness to fade, but once it had gone stiff it showed no interest in retreating. When I turned my head, Eunseo was watching me carefully.
"……"
"Haa… haa… gulp…."
Whether she'd seen or not, her breathing roughened, and I heard her swallow hard enough to carry across the room.
"Ha… aah…… Junhi oppa…? You're hard, aren't you? Right??"
"No… I—I'm not…."
"You are… huh? You're hard, aren't you??"
I lifted my thigh to hide it as best I could, but Eunseo began crawling toward me, slow and deliberate.
"No, no—you're hard, aren't you? Your cock's standing straight up right now. Doesn't it hurt?"
"I-I'm fine, Eunseo… if I just leave it, it'll go down on its own…."
"Junhi oppa… just a little… just a tiny bit. I'll touch you and make it easier."
She crawled up, then rose slowly from between my legs, hands sliding over my body as she stood.
"E-Eunseo… don't…."
"No, Junhi oppa… you can't just ignore a physiological response like this… Since it's me, I'll take special care of this little 'physiological response' for you♥"
"N-nooo… d-don't…."
Her hands kept roaming, drifting lower and lower.
"You say that, but down here doesn't seem to agree at all♥"
"Hh… hnnn… s-stop iiit…."
Her fingers found the bulge through my pants and began stroking it, slow and lewd.
"You keep telling me to stop, but you're still hard. Should I really stop?"
"Hnnn…… s-stooop………."
The hand stroking me through the fabric gradually slowed… then stopped completely.
"I'll ask again. Junhi oppa—do you really want me to stop?"
"Hh… hnnn……."
The moment the stimulation cut off, my cock twitched and throbbed, begging for more.
"This thing keeps twitching, asking to be touched. Are you sure it's okay if I stop, Junhi oppa?"
"…………"
"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Touch…… me…."
I'm just trying to deal with a physiological response… really… nothing else… once this is over I won't ask for anything like this again….
"I can't hear what Junhi oppa is saying, so I'll just leave."
She was still wrapped around me from behind, hand on my erection, and when she started to pull away I caught her wrist.
"T-to… touch me…."
"Where? Where do you want me to touch you, Junhi oppa?"
She was teasing me—she'd heard perfectly well and was pretending she hadn't. Swallowing the shame, I forced the words out.
"My cock…… touch it…."
"Hehe♥ Then I will♥"
The second I finished speaking, she pulled her hand off the swollen front of my pants and slipped it straight inside the waistband. The moment her fingers closed around my hard cock, it came—like a fish hitting water.
—Spurt!! Spuuurt!
"Hh… hnnngh……♥ H-haaah…."
How thoroughly had my body been trained? I couldn't understand how simply being touched while hard could make me come like that….
"Hnnn… s-so gooood…♥"
Everything I'd been holding back erupted at once, and pleasure flooded every corner of my body.
"Fufu♥ Junhi oppa came just from being touched?"
"Heh… heeennn♥"
"But you're still hard. Want me to keep going?"
"Hnnnn… j-just a little more… just a little……♥"
"I only meant to touch you once, but since you're begging so sweetly… I'll give you a little more. Puppy♥"
It was empty.
The home I'd prepared so we could live together held nothing—not even a trace of Oppa.
"Aah…… O-Oppa…."
I sank to the floor and sobbed.
The one person I loved so much I wanted to spend my whole life with him—my only Oppa. I would have given everything just to stay by his side, to love each other for the rest of our lives. It wouldn't have mattered what he looked like. Arms or no arms, legs or no legs, alive or dead—any form at all, as long as Oppa was next to me.
But when that reality actually arrived, my hands and feet started shaking. Watching wounds open on his body right in front of me, my mind went white; I couldn't think at all.
When I was little and said I was cold, Oppa would warm my chilled cheeks with his own hands. When I'd played until I was exhausted and hurt my leg, he carried me home even though it was hard on him… those hands, those legs, and every other memory of being with him rose up one after another, until the only thought left in my head was that Oppa must not die.
Just….
Rather than Oppa dying, I wished I could die instead. If I had to stay conscious and watch him die in front of me, my heart would tear open and my mind would come apart….
"Aah… Oppa… my Oppa, the one I love so much…."
Why do you always try so hard to get away from me….