The Taste of an Older Sister
With Seol-hwa’s exquisite touch and the flick of her tongue, Jeoktoma could hold on no longer.
“Ugh…!”
A hot, white liquid erupted, filling Seol-hwa’s mouth to the brim. Perhaps it was simply too much; the milk she couldn’t swallow in time spilled over her lips, trickling slowly down her neck. The sticky trail glistened against her snow-white skin, and under the flickering lantern light, the sight was dizzyingly intoxicating.
…
Seol-hwa stared down at the milk trailing down her chest, her expression momentarily vacant. Then, she slowly traced her lips with the tip of her tongue and muttered in a dazed voice.
“…Young Master Jin-woo.”
Her flushed eyes remained fixed downward, still unfocused.
“At this point, you’re not even human…”
…
I gasped for air, staring up at the ceiling. Honestly? I was starting to think the same thing.
…
Seol-hwa chuckled, returning to my side as if nothing had happened. She poured baekju into a cup and brought it to my lips.
“Come on, one more drink.”
She even fed me a snack by hand, naturally leaning her body against my shoulder.
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Then, suddenly, Seol-hwa looked down and whispered in a playful voice.
“Why did you die so quickly?”
She poked Jeoktoma lightly with her fingertip.
“Hurry up and get some energy.”
The corners of Seol-hwa’s mouth curled up seductively.
“You need to get a proper taste of this nuna, don’t you?”
…
At that, Jeoktoma, which had been limp just a moment ago, suddenly began to twitch.
Wriggle—
“Ahhh!”
Seol-hwa jumped in surprise, pulling her body back. Jeoktoma began to lift its head slowly once more.
Wriggle—
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No way. It was on the verge of total exhaustion just a second ago, wasn’t it? Yet, the moment it heard her words, it was rising triumphantly again. It was as if it had reacted to the phrase, ‘Taste of an older sister.’
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Seol-hwa’s face turned bright red.
“N-no way…”
She stared down with a blank expression. Jeoktoma was showing off its presence with a very confident posture. It even looked more excited than before.
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I covered my face with my hands and let out a deep sigh.
“This bastard is seriously insane…”
…
Seol-hwa looked down again, still dazed.
“Young Master Jin-woo…”
She muttered in a trembling voice.
“Is this… is this even compatible with daily life?”
I let out another deep sigh.
“That’s what I’m saying. Why did you have to say things like ‘taste of an older sister’…”
I glared at Jeoktoma, which had raised its head again.
“You just went and provoked him for no reason.”
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Seol-hwa’s eyes widened.
“Wow.”
Her expression turned into one of genuine admiration.
“Did he really react to the word ‘older sister’?”
And the next moment, Seol-hwa suddenly crouched on the floor and grabbed Jeoktoma with a look of pure excitement.
“Aww, you’re so cute~”
Smooch—
She suddenly planted a kiss on it.
“Our baby is back to life, isn’t he?”
“You’re such a good boy~”
…
She even started stroking it. I watched the scene with a blank expression.
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What on earth is going on right now? Her gaze was becoming increasingly strange. No, to be precise, one could say it was beginning to be stained with madness and obsession.
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Before I knew it, Seol-hwa was treating Jeoktoma like a real, living baby.
“Our baby had a hard time, didn’t you~?”
With a look of genuine pity, she cradled Jeoktoma in both hands. She even brought a water bottle and began to wash it carefully.
“Aww, you’re so good~”
She even wiped it dry with a towel.
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I could only watch the scene with a dazed face. How did it end up like this?
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The problem was what came next. Seol-hwa suddenly picked up a bottle of liquor. With an indifferent face, she brought the mouth of the bottle toward the lower region.
“Wait.”
I grabbed her wrist, horrified.
“What are you doing!”
Seol-hwa replied with a serious face.
“He likes alcohol, doesn’t he?”
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Jeoktoma wriggled as if it were truly agreeing. “Hey, you bastard, why are you agreeing to this!!”
“Well, since he’s a baby…”
Seol-hwa muttered with a very serious expression.
“This nuna should give him some milk, too, right?”
“Hey, wait a second—”
It was already too late. Seol-hwa tucked Jeoktoma right between her breasts.
Plop—
“……”
Jeoktoma began to wriggle as if it were completely satisfied.
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No. Why does it actually like it? Seol-hwa smiled with her eyes, as if finding that reaction cute, and slowly moved her body. Jeoktoma was buried here and there between her soft skin. And then—the perfectly skilled, professional technique began once again.
“Aww~ Does our baby like it?”
“You’re such a good boy~”
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I eventually covered my face and looked up at the ceiling. Seriously… her paizuri was incredible. Between the soft and voluptuous sensations, Jeoktoma shook as if it had completely lost its mind. Seol-hwa skillfully adjusted the intensity of the pressure and movement, driving it to the very edge.
“Ha… wait…”
I ended up gasping for air. Seriously, this woman—why is she so good at this?
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And finally, Jeoktoma couldn’t hold back again and went berserk.
Pshhh—!!
The hot, erupting milk shot straight upward. Some of it even splashed onto the ceiling.
“Eek!”
Seol-hwa shrieked as if startled, then immediately started laughing, clutching her stomach.
“Wow, Young Master Jin-woo!”
She looked up at the ceiling with a look of genuine admiration.
“Is he really a fountain?”
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I covered my face, sinking into deep self-loathing. I didn’t feel human anymore. On the other hand, Seol-hwa looked extremely satisfied. Like someone who had gotten their hands on a rare, legendary horse, she stroked Jeoktoma and even praised it.
“You did well~ our baby.”
Smooch—
She kissed it again.
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A little while later, Seol-hwa sat right next to me again as if nothing had happened.
“Now~ Young Master Jin-woo, you need to keep your strength up.”
She refilled my cup with a pleasant expression, feeding me snacks by hand.
“You need to keep your strength up until the main duel, right?”
Seol-hwa laughed with a face full of mischief. Then she leaned down again, whispering in a very secret voice toward Jeoktoma.
“You haven’t tasted this nuna’s inner flavor yet, have you, baby?”
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In an instant, Jeoktoma twitched again. “Stop it, you bastard…” I finally covered my face with both hands.
“Our baby reacted again~?”
Seol-hwa started stroking Jeoktoma again with a look of pure excitement. I felt like I was going to faint. I miss my Seol-ah so much…
Seol-hwa, who had been stroking Jeoktoma for a while, suddenly opened her mouth in a very quiet voice.
“…Why did I make up my mind so late?”
Her fingertips slowly caressed Jeoktoma.
“There surely must have been plenty of time…”
…
But her words were clearly directed at me. Seol-hwa lowered her gaze for a moment, then chuckled and muttered.
“If I had gathered the courage just a little earlier…”
She hugged Jeoktoma tightly to her chest for no reason.
“This nuna could have taken care of you for a long time.”
…
The atmosphere grew quiet for a moment. The cheerful laughter from just before faded away like a lie. A little later, Seol-hwa smiled playfully and spoke again.
“Daddy really has to leave, doesn’t he?”
…
Seol-hwa cradled Jeoktoma in her arms, whispering quietly as if soothing a real child.
“Because you were here…”
She chuckled.
“This nuna was truly happy.”
…
I could only watch her with a dazed face. Seol-hwa lowered her gaze and slowly stroked Jeoktoma with her fingertips.
“It was nice to run into you under the pretense of getting food.”
“It was nice to go and give you snacks, too.”
She laughed softly.
“Even though you always had that ‘I’m too busy to die’ face, whenever I brought you something, you always ended up eating it all.”
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Memories of Sehwahu surfaced one by one. Seol-hwa coming by under the pretense of a late-night snack. Her lingering near the kitchen for no reason. Even the face she made when she came to taste new dishes under the excuse of serving guests.
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Seol-hwa stared at Jeoktoma for a long time without a word. And then, very quietly, she whispered, “…Can we meet again, baby?”
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A part of my chest felt inexplicably heavy.
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But why, of all things, is she talking to Jeoktoma?
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However, as if responding to Seol-hwa’s sincere voice, Jeoktoma, which had been limp, began to wriggle slowly once more.
“……”
Seol-hwa’s eyes went round.
“Oh my.”
…
It was slowly lifting its head again, as if squeezing out the last bit of its remaining vitality. No, at this point, it was almost at the level of burning its own innate essence. The final spark. The last struggle.
“You’ve created a time for us to say goodbye, haven’t you, baby.”
At that moment, I instinctively grabbed her waist. “Seol-hwa…”
But Seol-hwa shook her head quietly. Sitting across from me on my lap, she slowly wrapped her arms around my neck. Her soft skin and body heat became suffocatingly close. She let out a trembling breath and pressed her lips to mine.
Our tongues intertwined moistly. The scent of alcohol and hot breath mingled, making the air in the room dizzyingly unstable.
…
And Seol-hwa very slowly began to accept Jeoktoma inside her.
“Ugh…”
Her body trembled slightly. But fortunately, the current Jeoktoma wasn’t in that monstrous state it had been in when I first encountered Seol-ah. Having gone through several resonances and releases, it was in a much more stable condition. Its size had decreased, and that bloodshot, maddening feeling had faded.
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Seol-hwa gritted her teeth and slowly lowered her hips. And finally—the very last part of Jeoktoma was buried deep inside her.
“Haa…”
Seol-hwa let out a trembling breath. Her forehead leaned slowly against my shoulder. Her heated breath brushed against the nape of my neck. A moment later, Seol-hwa’s hips began to move very cautiously. Slowly. Really, very slowly.
…
“Ugh…!”
Her body shuddered violently. Her fingertips dug into my back with force. Swoosh— sharp nails scratched across my skin, beginning to leave red marks.
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Seol-hwa bit her lip, forcing herself to swallow her moans. It was clearly painful. But she didn’t stop. Instead, she held my neck even tighter and slowly began to synchronize her body with mine.
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I watched her with a dazed expression. Come to think of it, this was truly the first experience of its kind in both my past and present life. And Jeoktoma, too, had lived its final life.
The next day, Seol-hwa did not come to Sehwahu. She had only left word that she was unwell and quietly took the day off.
…
Perhaps that was her own way of saying goodbye.
