Ominous Signs (3)
I spent the entire day gathering information on Kwon Juran. But it was nothing but rumors. Since entering the Upper School, she had zero involvement in violent incidents or male trouble. And for good reason—she didn't have any close friends. Not a single person could be found who had shared a deep, heartfelt conversation with her.
"How do you know, Oppa?"
"Because I heard it directly from her."
"She... that senior could have been lying."
That bitch, that fucking whore, that absolute slut... I barely managed to hold back the stream of curses threatening to burst from my mouth.
"It didn't feel that way to me."
She, who built walls against everyone else, had dared to open her heart to my Oppa.
"You two seem... really close?"
"Considering we only met yesterday... yeah, we got pretty close."
"Let me hear it too. Tell me about Juran-sunbae."
Oppa spoke of how she fought for her friends, only to be misunderstood, betrayed, and dragged into violence. In his gestures, his expressions, and the occasional sigh he let out, I could even sense a trace of pity.
"How... tragic. You're practically swooning over her. You two might as well start dating."
I had to take several deep breaths to calm my trembling, rage-filled body.
"Whoa... that's a terrifying thing to say."
Seeing his face twist in genuine horror brought me a sliver of relief. But I needed to be absolutely sure.
"Hmm... it really seems like Juran-sunbae has feelings for you, Oppa..."
"Ughhh..."
He buried his face in his hands, curling his body inward.
"Did something happen? Did she confess to you or something?"
"I don't want to talk about it. It's true I saw a different side of her, but... dating a girl like that is out of the question."
Something definitely happened.
"Let's just go home... I'd really rather not talk about Kwon Juran anymore."
It was good that he was rejecting Kwon Juran with every fiber of his being, but his reaction was so extreme it made me uneasy. What if it hadn't stopped at attempted rape? What if she had actually forced herself on him...?
But judging by his attitude when talking about her past, it didn't seem like anything that extreme had occurred. So, the moment we got back home, I decided to verify it for myself.
"You ran a lot earlier, so you must be sweaty. Go take a shower first, Oppa."
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Resisting the urge to rip his pants off right then and there to sniff his cock and check if another bitch's juices were smeared on it, I waited for the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Opening the bathroom door, I saw Oppa's silhouette faintly outlined behind the shower curtain.
God, I want to fucking devour him.
Just beyond that curtain lay Oppa's naked body, glistening and dripping with water. Swallowing hard, I suppressed my rising lust and gathered his discarded clothes—my original objective.
"I'll do the laundry for you."
"Oh, really? Thanks."
I wanted to stay and admire his silhouette in the shower a little longer, but knowing I might lose control and ravage him if I stayed, I forced myself to calm down and stepped out with the clothes.
Leaving his shirt and pants on the floor, I unfolded his underwear. There was a white, dried stain on the fabric.
Inhale, sniff... I took a deep breath. It wasn't semen. It was likely the clear, sticky pre-cum that had oozed from the tip of his cock when I sucked him off yesterday. There was no scent of some dirty whore's cunt, and thankfully, it didn't seem like he had ejaculated.
But he got hard in front of another bitch and leaked this?
I wanted to storm into the bathroom, rip open the shower curtain, and punish him right this second. I wanted to milk him until not a single drop could squeeze out of his cock, imprint every single fold of my cunt onto him, and drench his delicious body in my own juices to mark my territory.
But I held back. I could endure this. It was infuriating that he had gotten aroused by that bitch, but at least he hadn't let her use his cock.
"You bad boy... I'll let it slide just this once..."
Inhale... exhale... deep breath in... and out...
To soothe my frustration, I buried my face deeper into his underwear, greedily inhaling the pure, musky scent of Oppa's cock. My anger melted away, replaced by an overwhelming wave of affection.
I love it, Oppa... I love the musky smell of your cock so much... ♡
My body grew so hot I couldn't take it anymore. Slipping off my own panties, I spread Oppa's shirt on the floor and began to masturbate on top of it. It feels like I'm using my naughty Oppa as a mat, and it's making me so wet... ♡
"Ah... ahhn... ♡"
Oppa must be lathering himself up with soap right now. He's probably rubbing every inch of his body. Imagining his soapy hands caressing my skin, and picturing my own hands sliding over his slick body, I rubbed my dripping labia, making wet, squelching sounds.
Before Oppa finishes washing... I want to come once...
I moved my fingers faster. *Squelch, squish, wet slaps, squelch, squelch...*
"Hngh, ah... *pant*... ah, mmm... ♡"
Just a single door separated my naked brother from me, who was masturbating with my nose buried in his underwear. The thought that if this door opens, Oppa will see me in this filthy, depraved state... it's driving me absolutely wild... ♡
The sound of the shower running started up again. I want... I want to drench Oppa too... I want to squirt my love juices all over him... ♡
Squirrrrt! Splat, squirt...
The arousal fluid erupting from deep inside me sprayed across Oppa's shirt, soaking into the fabric. Yes... it feels so good... Leaving my mark on Oppa's clothes, claiming him as mine... it's making me lose my mind... ♡
My back arched like a bow as I climaxed, and with a heavy *thud*—my shoulder slammed against the bathroom door.
"Huh? Are you okay? Did something happen?"
"Ah... *pant*... no, it's nothing..." My voice trembled.
"Are you sick or something?"
The sound of the shower curtain being pulled back echoed from the other side of the door.
"I said I'm fine!"
Raising my voice, I quickly gathered the clothes and scurried off to hide in the kitchen where the washing machine was.
*Creak—*
"Hayeon?"
"Geez, I told you I'm fine. I just bumped into the door while walking past."
After hastily stuffing the clothes into the washing machine, I showed myself to Oppa. He had cracked the door open, peeking out with only his pretty face visible. It was incredibly erotic. I was genuinely worried that the warm fluid from my panty-less cunt, which had just violently squirted, might start dripping down my thighs beneath my skirt.
"Seriously... be careful."
Oppa closed the door as he spoke.
You're the one who needs to be careful, Oppa. Around that bitch, and around me. How can every single thing you do be so damn slutty?
Calming my pounding heart, I slipped my panties back on, started the washing machine, and opened the refrigerator door.
"Hehe, what should we have for dinner tonight?"
I wanted to have dinner with just the two of us before the family whore came home and ruined the mood.
Wednesday morning. I was on my way to school with my younger sister.
Before going to sleep last night, I had intended to reflect on what happened with Juran and think more about the wishes. But perhaps because I was so mentally exhausted, I fell asleep instantly without even getting the chance.
"Oppa, do you want to hang out after school today too?"
"We see each other at home every day, there's no need to go out of our way."
"We used to play outside all the time when we were younger."
"Huh? When?"
"At the playground, in the alleys."
"That was when we were kids."
It was nice that she was acting sweet, but it was starting to get a bit annoying. Or maybe I was just too preoccupied with other things. Juran was one thing, but the Student Council President's uncharacteristically direct, high-velocity confession was also weighing heavily on my mind.
It was a possibility I hadn't been able to think through yesterday because I was too flustered. My hypothesis: because my first wish was related to sex, is the progress with the girls who fell for me due to the second wish moving at warp speed?
If that were the case, some incredible supernatural ability should have manifested by now, but there wasn't even a hint of that. I was in a real bind.
It had only been three days since I made the wishes, but whether it was sex or whatever, I just wanted to go back to my peaceful daily life. What on earth was that Kkotok message?
"Oppa, are you even listening to me?"
Oops. I must have been lost too deep in my own thoughts.
"Ah, sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind lately..."
"Hmph... meanie."
She puffed out her cheeks. Look at this girl, trying to act cute. Your boyfriend might find it endearing, but to your brother, it's just hideous.
"Starting tomorrow, don't wait for me. Just go ahead, like you used to."
"Why?"
"Your Oppa needs some alone time."
"Fine, whatever... I'll let you have the walk to school."
Come to think of it, this girl had also suddenly become sweet the day after I made my wishes.
"Hayeon, by any chance, did you get any weird Kkotok messages recently?"
"Huh? What kind?"
Even if it wasn't a message offering to grant wishes, maybe she had received something too. The timing was just too coincidental.
"Like, something from an ID called Monkey's Hand."
"Monkey's Hand? A monkey's paw? Wait, is it that?"
Hayeon pulled out her phone, muttering to herself as she typed something.
"Well, in English, it's not actually 'monkey hand'..."
She then turned her screen toward me.
"There's this classic short story. It grants three wishes, but they always come true in a twisted, horrible way."
"What!?"
I was struck with horror. So that's what 'Monkey's Hand' meant?
"What's wrong?" Hayeon asked, looking at me with concern.
But since there were no physical traces left and nothing was certain yet, it wasn't something I could easily confide in her.
"Ah... nothing. Could you... send me a link to that?"
"If you just search 'The Monkey's Paw,' it comes right up."
"Ah... okay. I'll look it up."
Dammit, why didn't I think to search 'The Monkey's Paw' before?
"What's with you, Oppa? Don't tell me you made a wish on a monkey's paw?"
I quickly hid my pale expression from a giggling Hayeon, desperately denying the grim reality.
"Ha... haha, of course not. How could something like that actually exist?"
"But you asked if I got a weird Kkotok from someone named Monkey's Hand, didn't you?"
"Ah... that... I was just worried about phishing scams and stuff."
"Geez, what do you take me for? Only clueless old people fall for those."
"I was just... asking if you'd ever received one."
For some reason, I suddenly felt like one of those clueless old people.
Letting Hayeon's chatter about the places she wanted to visit with me go in one ear and out the other, I prayed we would reach school quickly. So I could secretly research the Monkey's Paw in the classroom.
At that time, I had no idea.
That the impact of the three wishes—which I had complained about for being too broad—stretched far beyond anything I could have ever imagined.