Jiha's Naughty Hand Play♥
"Hey, you fucking idiot. It's your birthday for once— you really not eating dinner?"
A sharp voice came from outside the door.
But I didn't even have the energy to snap back. I'd been like this ever since coming out of the bathroom.
"Yeah. I told Haru noona. My stomach's not feeling great, so I think I need to sleep early. Eat well."
"...Jeez. Haru noona and Jiha went to all that trouble. Whatever, I'm going."
Seonyu's voice faded away.
It was your fault from the start... If you hadn't blabbed to Haru noona about what happened in the cultivation area!
My cowardice in putting off Haru's offer, the misunderstanding when Seonyu caught me there, and then the horrific bathroom incident.
Everything was a tangled mess.
But getting called out by Haru noona for jerking off? That was ultimately on me. Who else could I blame?
I'm not trash enough to pin even my masturbation getting busted on Seonyu...
Either way, I couldn't face Haru noona at the dinner table, so I'd made the excuse about my stomach and holed up in my room.
How could I look her in the eye after something like that?
Thankfully, noona seemed to understand my feelings. She just told me to make sure I ate breakfast tomorrow and didn't say much else.
I was grateful for that alone.
By now, they were probably having my birthday party without me in the living room.
".........I wanted to at least hear happy birthday."
My heart felt fucking depressed.
Time passed with me shut away alone in my room until the artificial sun turned off, plunging the greenhouse into thick darkness.
I was lying in bed, pulling the covers over my head and closing my eyes.
Creeeak—!
The door opened cautiously.
Who could it be?
Haru noona?
Or Ha Seonyu coming to pick another fight?
Maybe Woohee noona to talk about work.
"Oppa... are you asleep?"
But the voice from the darkness was small and tentative—Jiha's.
I pulled the blanket down a bit and lifted my head.
The faint outline of a petite girl stood backlit by the dim hallway light.
Jiha fidgeted with her hands, shrinking back shyly.
"You're still up, Jiha? What's wrong? Can't sleep?"
As I started to sit up, Jiha shook her head and approached the edge of my bed.
"You didn't eat dinner and just kept lying there... I was worried."
Her golden hair faintly gleamed in the dark.
She hesitated for a moment, then whispered in a tiny but firm voice.
"Oppa, I... I thought a lot alone in my room today."
Her small hands clenched tightly on her knees.
"I want to protect our greenhouse, even if it means sacrificing my own body. My sisters, oppa... you're all so precious to me. I don't want us all dying in the dark when the power cuts out."
Why are even you, the youngest, like this... I'm really confused today.
Emotionally drained...
But Jiha's pure, fragile resolve stabbed my conscience like a sharp needle.
Even the baby of the family was suppressing her fears and steeling herself for sacrifice to save the greenhouse.
Haru had teared up and reached out to me first, too.
But what the hell was I doing?
Was I just stalling and acting stubborn because of my flimsy, selfish desire to connect with Haru noona, delicate as a flower on a cliff...?
"Jiha..."
Her determination made me proud yet so sorry, and I was fumbling for words when—
"Oppa, you're cold, right? You said you feel sick. I'll hug you."
Jiha suddenly burrowed into my blankets without warning.
"W-wait! Jiha! I'm not cold! What are you—!"
I panicked and clutched the blanket to block her, but I couldn't stop her determined wriggling through the narrow gap.
In an instant, she claimed the spot beside me and pressed her thinly clad body against my arm.
The soft, warm scent unique to a little girl and the same soap fragrance as mine filled the tight space under the covers.
"Ehehe... See? You're cold after all. Oppa's arms are so warm."
She giggled softly, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder.
When we were kids, Jiha used to sneak into my bed often...
But today's skinship from her felt entirely different in texture.
"Oh, and happy twentieth birthday, oppa."
She whispered low from under the covers.
"Congrats on becoming an adult... I really mean it. I can't wait for my three months to pass so I can have my birthday too. I wanna grow up fast!"
Her breath tickled my neck.
Her talk of becoming an adult didn't sound so childish today. Not when I'm a guy, too.
I suppressed my pounding heart and tossed out a silly comment.
"Hey, Jiha. Being an adult... it's not just about age. The definition changes depending on where you live."
I dredged up old knowledge from Mama.
"Way back in some eastern country, they called you an adult at nineteen. Other places required a coming-of-age ceremony."
Jiha's eyes sparkled as she beamed.
"Whoa, really? Then I'm already an adult! It's been nine months since I turned nineteen!"
"Eh, you're still just a kid to me."
"Sheesh, oppa always calls me a baby."
She pouted and burrowed deeper into my arms.
How long did we squirm and chat under the covers like that?
The awkward tension seemed to ease a bit thanks to Jiha's innocent giggles.
But the peace didn't last.
...Wriggle.
The moment Jiha's knee brushed my lower half while fidgeting under the blanket—
I flinched!
Her movements stopped dead.
"Uh..."
Her small hand tentatively groped around my thigh under the covers.
"Oppa... there's something hard under your pants... what's this?"
My blood ran cold.
Even after the humiliation with Haru noona earlier, Jiha's soft skin and breath pressing close in the tight space had my dick reacting again.
You unreliable piece of shit.
Of course, I could lie it off.
Say it was a bunched-up blanket or a leg cramp.
But after getting caught jerking off today, and with Mama's command hanging over us, hiding physiological reactions felt pointless.
Being honest might be the way not to freak her out.
I swallowed dryly and answered carefully.
"Jiha... this is... my dick getting hard. An erection."
"Eek!"
Her breathing hitched.
"It's a natural thing all guys go through. It'll go down on its own with time... don't worry about it."
I tried to play it cool and shifted back a little.
Part of me hoped she'd freak out and bolt from the bed.
But Jiha's response from the darkness completely threw me.
"...Liar."
Her voice dropped strangely low.
Instead of pulling away, she climbed half on top of me, pressing close.
"This... it's because of me, right?"
Her hot breath reached my lips.
"It got hard because my hand touched it... because you smelled my skin. You know I know everything."
"D-dick? Where'd you learn that word...?"
"Studied with Woohee noona from books. During dinner break."
"J-Jiha..."
I stammered in shock, and she lightly punched my chest with her small fist, annoyed.
"That's why I studied hard... Books say when a dick gets hard, it hurts, so you have to relieve it..."
Whoosh!!
Before she finished, her tiny, determined hand grabbed the waistband of my thin pajama pants and yanked them down.
"N-no, wait!"
Swish.
Despite my desperate protests, her hand dove straight into my underwear.
"Hng...!"
My bottom half was exposed... my breath caught.
Her small palm carefully but firmly gripped my fully erect dick.
"Whoa... it's so hot..."
She let out a small gasp at the unfamiliar feel of a man's cock.
Her tiny fingers traced the throbbing veins down the shaft clumsily.
"Okay... I'll help now, so just stay still, oppa..."
Here I was, a guy, but when push came to shove—
My body couldn't refuse the pleasure from Jiha's cute hand play.
Instead of fleeing, I squeezed my eyes shut and panted hot breaths.
Swish, shhh...
Jiha's hand began moving slowly up and down.
Squelch... squelchhh...
Her motions were incredibly clumsy.
Just info from books a few hours ago, so no wonder.
Her grip was awkwardly tight one moment, loose the next, and the stroke path was rough.
But her small hand squeezing my dick tight was so stimulating.
Her clumsiness shredded my reason mercilessly...
"Ngh, Jiha... ah, wait...!"
I hunched my shoulders and twisted, and Jiha, half-draped over me, stopped.
"Oppa, does it hurt?"
Her voice trembled in the dark.
"Did I squeeze too hard?"
"No... it's not pain..."
It's embarrassing to say I'm about to cum in under three minutes...
Too stimulating!
I couldn't admit this was the first time a girl's hand touched my dick and it was driving me insane.
I swallowed my ragged breaths and shook my head.
My eyes adjusted to the dark, faintly outlining her.
Golden hair spilled over my chest, and with each warm exhale came sweet toothpaste scent mixed with faint sweat.
Emboldened by my panting, Jiha started moving her hand again.
Squelchhh...
The deep friction of palm on skin mingled with blanket rustles, echoing intimately.
"Oppa..."
She lowered her head, rubbing her cheek on my shoulder again.
"Your dick's super hot. It's throbbing like a heartbeat."
Her innocent observations burrowed into my ears, making my cock swell to bursting.
The heat from the bathroom, not fully cooled, roared back to life in her grip.
"Haa... Jiha, ngh..."
I clutched the blanket tight.
The beastly groans leaking from my lips were humiliating, but the overwhelming pleasure surging below was impossible to hold back.
I never imagined someone else jerking my dick would feel this good...
Shhh— shh shhshhshhshh!
Jiha's hand sped up gradually.
The initial clumsiness gone, she now wrapped her whole palm around the shape and curves, stroking rhythmically.
Each glide of her soft palm over the sensitive glans made my hips buck reflexively.
Squelch—
The temperature under the blanket skyrocketed.
"Oppa... your face, haa... is so red."
Jiha was breathless too.
Her breaths ghosted over my collarbone and neck.
Feeling a man's raw reactions through her fingertips clearly excited even the innocent Jiha.
Through her thin clothes, her small, springy breasts pressed and released rhythmically against my arm.
"Jiha, ngh, too... fast... w-wait."
I barely squeezed out the words and tried to push her shoulder.
But she grabbed my escaping dick and tightened her grip.
"No, stay still. I studied hard with Woohee noona from books. When you feel good from my hand stroking your dick... you have to let the semen come out all the way to relieve the pain."