The Stench of Repression
I masturbated in my sister’s bed, inhaling the scent of her stockings, though I wasn’t doing it with her in mind. Not exactly. In that moment, the lingering aroma of the perfume she’d sprayed earlier and the faint, distinct scent of her skin that had permeated the room hit me all at once. It just happened in the moment. For no reason at all, just in that instant. Why did I do it? …I don’t know. Honestly, I really don’t.
The thin, slippery fabric. The faint, familiar, and slightly musty odor of her body. They were flesh-colored stockings. The ones she’d been wearing while lounging around her room. She’d worn them two or three times… maybe? Mom always told her to wash her stockings after a single wear, but that was just proof that she was a stubborn brat who never listened.
‘…Good grief, you spoiled little brat.’
Fine, then. I’d just take them to the laundry basket myself. After all, I’m a good, obedient son who listens to his mother. With that noble sense of duty, I picked up the stockings. They felt slick against my skin. Alright, time to leave the room and—no. Just to the door for now… Click. I locked the door, returned to the bed, and sat down with a thud. I immediately pressed the stockings to my nose.
“…Hnnngh.”
Shit. Ah. This is weird. It smells weird… I can’t quite describe it, but it’s something like sour… and maybe a bit stale. Damn it. It’s fucking disgusting. Not the smell, I mean—me. I unconsciously held my breath. Honestly, it’s not just me that’s disgusting; I think the smell has a bit of that vibe, too.
While I was at it, I strangely caught sight of the Overwatch engine on my monitor. The cyborg standing heroically on the login screen. Holding three shuriken that had popped out of his arm, staring at me as if to say he was ready for battle… that kind of look. What are you staring at, you fucking asshole?
…I buried my nose back into the stockings. My crotch bulged tightly against the thin cotton of my trousers. It started to chafe and ache. Ah. My little guy is uncomfortable. Well, I can’t help that. I slid my pants down slightly.
Pop—
My fully erect cock, twitching in response to my subconscious, sprang up. This isn’t because I’m trying to do anything specific; it’s just because I’m uncomfortable. Just uncomfortable.
‘Shit.’
I grabbed my cock. Clutching my dick, I fell back onto the bed. My sister’s bed, which still seemed to hold a faint scent of body wash. …I don’t know. I don’t even know anymore.
Rustle, rustle-rustle—
“Ah. Haa.”
While shaking my palm up and down, I sniffed every part of the stockings. Especially the place where the toes had been. Of course, I didn’t deliberately put my nose there; it just happened that way. Ah, I’m screwed. I’m a fucking lunatic. Did she really wear these more than three times? A sharp, stinging scent that made me wrinkle my nose hit me.
“Hnn… haa….”
I was, of course, smelling the scent my sister left behind, but I wasn’t thinking about her. That would make me a total psychopath. Instead, the figure blooming in my mind was my aunt-in-law. That posture of hers, looking so embarrassed while giving me a handjob. That mature woman, in her 30s… that MILF….
Would my sister be that embarrassed, too? Would she? Would she have been ravaged by all those men she’s met? Huh? Is that what happened? If you end up like that… like my aunt, who came after just one round of fucking… and then—
……
I buried my head even deeper into the bedding where my sister had lain. …Ah, I’ve truly become a beast. A sense of shame—no, a sense of excitement—far greater than when I fucked my aunt, surged up.
“Haa, sister… fuck….”
I dug my body deeper into the bedsheets. My cock was pressed hard, and the pleasure unique to floor-fucking mixed in a maddening way, spreading through my body. So, I rubbed my dick like a madman—and almost came. No, just a little… Ah. Ah, shit. Ah. My stomach is getting wet.
Even then, brrrrt— that pathetic vibration coursing through my body. Ah. This is fucking insane….
Even as I ejaculated to the very end, I couldn’t pull my sister’s stockings away from my nose. I snapped back to reality and grabbed some nearby tissues to wrap around my lower body, but… I think it touched the bed a little. No. Not a little. Quite a lot….
How do I clean this? Febreze… where was the Febreze? Should I spray it? Even as I thought that, I rubbed my cock against the bed again. The erection won’t stop. Well, honestly, what else can I do? ‘Just one more time… just once.’
While rubbing my still-stiff member against the tissues and the bedspread, I grabbed the base again. The reason I was masturbating and shooting out semen like this was… simply because it was erotic. Just because the sight of myself was erotic. Lying in my sister’s bed, holding her stockings to my nose—it wasn’t because I was blindly imagining my sister before she left, but simply because me jerking off was so erotic. That’s right. Perhaps I was a narcissist. So, of course, I wasn’t thinking about anyone in particular, only thinking about my own erotic body….
……
……
……
Ah. “Ugh… ah….”
Splurt—!
Brrrrt—
Shit. “Shit, ah….”
Fuck. Ah. Damn it.
……
Goddammit.
……
What a fucking lunatic.
—Buzz-buzz!
I opened my bleary eyes at the sudden vibration. I saw a message on the phone I’d tossed carelessly onto the bed. Do Harim. It was asking when I was coming, since 30 minutes had passed. Ah, has it already been that long? Hmm.
‘…….’
The bedspread I looked down at was a spectacle. It was in a state that could only be described as the bed having been raped. There were white, crusty stains everywhere. This was, well, semen. My semen. Cum. Hmm….
I kept pulling tissues from the box to wipe it up, swallowing my groans. I pulled up the pants I’d taken off, clutched my head, and went out to the living room. I grabbed the Febreze and sprayed it everywhere. My expression was truly devoid of any emotion.
…I hadn’t done anything just now. I’d just jerked off while imagining my aunt, nothing more, nothing less. Nothing particularly interesting had happened on this bed. Absolutely not. After cleaning up perfectly with tissues and wet wipes, I tapped my chin with my finger and sat back down in my chair.
“Ah… uh, can you hear me? I’m here.” I turned on the mic.
-Ah, why are you so late?
Ding-a-ling, the sound of queuing up for a match echoed through the headset.
“Sorry, sorry, oh, um, I had a bit of a stomachache.”
-I was really about to start without you. Since you weren’t coming.
We talked about a few more things until the game was found, but I was particularly distracted by one thing.
-Oh right. I’m going to the orientation tomorrow.
“…Orientation?”
-Yeah. The, what is it, the after-party… should I go to that? I looked it up, and it said I should.
Orientation. Orientation, huh. Hmm. As expected, nothing particularly noteworthy had happened in my sister’s bed, so I was able to shift my focus easily. It was a real relief. Nothing strange or alien had ever happened in that bed. Thank fucking god, you bastard….
— The next day, Do Harim, who had woken up a bit late from gaming all night, eventually attended the orientation. Her impression was that it was, in a word, complex. From entering the university gate to being jostled by the air of fresh-faced freshmen she’d never met before. The university was so vast she didn’t know where anything was, and she had no idea what they were even giving speeches about. It reminded her of a high school entrance ceremony that felt a bit distant now, but, um. How should I put it? She felt a bit strange because she was receiving a lot of attention. Maybe it was more novel than being in her room.
It was a DM window on TwitterX, opened with the brightness turned down as low as possible. It was from a Nicoichi Twitter friend she’d been talking to little by little since earlier. LLuggugu_0, Rugugu. Not Kwak Du-pal, who she’d played games with yesterday.
(Me): No, it’s f*cking awkward;;;
(Me): Awkward
: lololololol
: Are you going to drink a lot?
(Me): Idk
(Me): I’ll see how it goes
: What if you get drunk and suddenly start mating;;;
: What if an insider hot playboy hits on you, for real
(Me): lol ah f*ck
(Me): That’s too much
: My sister is a baby-p*ssy fasting girl anyway
: Virgin princess
: If there’s a younger shota guy, should you hit on him instead?
: Try using it with Jo together lol
(Me): Sh*t
(Me): It’s not that kind of place, Ot
(Me): It’s f*cking like a trashy Young-Forty;
: lololololol
Do Harim closed TwitterX and opened CocoaTalk. Hmm, Lee Do. Where was the profile saved as Lee Do? Lee Doha. It was originally Lee Doha, but she’d arbitrarily set it to Lee Do. It felt like the nuance was cuter, somehow….
[Me]: Lee Doha
[Me]: I’m at the after-party
[Me]: F*cking awkward
Even while doing that, Twitter notifications were coming in one after another at the top. And, beyond her field of vision, that tall-looking guy who had brought the freshmen to the reserved bar, whether he was a senior or what.
“Ah, where are the juniors who said they couldn’t drink? Can you raise your hands? Ah, over there. Yes, yes. Hey Ji-ye! Come here. Uh, sit everyone else down first….”
He looks really busy. She sat in a suitable spot following the guidance of someone who looked like a senior, but it was strange. Other freshmen were sitting in corners or near the bathroom. Is this a good seat? Hmm….
As awkward glances were exchanged, other freshmen gradually began to fill in the seats next to her. “Oh, um, sis! We saw each other earlier!”
Then she saw the familiar face she’d seen earlier. Not impressive, but with clear and cute features. It was the girl who had been sitting next to her in the main auditorium earlier. They’d talked a bit because of some five-minute icebreaker recreation nonsense….
Coincidentally, she came to sit next to her again this time.
“Uh… hi.”
“Wow, it’s a total win that I’m sitting next to you, sis. Ah seriously, it was so awkward… honestly, does it make sense to be forced to drink in this ice rink? It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t make sense.”
She whispered her complaints as if they were close. Do Harim nodded awkwardly. “Still, isn’t this what college life is, like, the romance of it all? Um-hahat.”
She didn’t know why she was acting so intimate, but Do Harim nodded along to the words that followed. More people filled the table, and silent greetings were exchanged with flat eye contact or nods. Ah, it’s awkward…. It’s truly, genuinely awkward. The girl next to her seemed to feel the awkwardness growing as well, forcing the corners of her mouth up before starting to stare at the boiling soup dish in front of them.
That was when it happened. A woman who had been roaming the aisle and plopped down into an empty seat hit the bottom of a green soju bottle with her elbow with practiced skill.
“Ah, our table is too quiet. Shall we all have a drink and start?”
The woman who looked like a senior said as she popped the cap with ease. “I’m Kim Yi-hyun, class of ’25. Everyone, make yourselves comfortable. There’s no one here who can’t drink, right? If there is, you’ll be exiled to a deserted island over there. The ‘lightweight’ table. We’re all good drinkers here, right?”
Her tone seemed to be trying to loosen the atmosphere. Only then did the girl next to her, who had been staring only at the bubbling soup, open her mouth as if she’d been waiting.
“Ah, yes! Senior. I’m Seo Yoon-ha, class of ’26! Please take care of me, ahhh!”
“Oh-oh. Junior Seo Yoon-ha. Good. Your tension is insane. I’ll pour you a drink.”
“Wow! Thank you!”
“Oh-oh. Your way of speaking is super cute. Where did you learn that?”
Kim Yi-hyun giggled as she poured drinks for everyone one by one. And then, the guy sitting diagonally across from her smiled and said slyly.
“Oh? But don’t you usually say class of ’26? What is it? I learned that on Insta-grab. Or not?”
Then Kim Yi-hyun let out an “Uh-oh!” and pointed her finger there, bursting into laughter. “Uh, that’s right, that’s right. Wow, you did your research thoroughly.”
“Ah, yeah. It’s a seat you only get a few times in your life. Then, I think our same-aged friend Seo Yoon-ha needs to introduce herself again? Formally, one more time.”
The choice of the word ‘same-aged friend,’ or the nuance. Laughter and a bright atmosphere began to bloom at the table. Or maybe it was just… because of that hip outfit and his trashy-but-handsome looks? Seo Yoon-ha, who had been smiling brightly next to her, also let out an “Ahhh!” and puffed up her cheeks in embarrassment.
“…….”
And Do Harim was fiddling with her hand, which was holding her phone under the table for no reason. Gradually, noisy sounds and acoustics began to be heard from across the table, but Do Harim’s heart was the same. Ah. It’s awkward. I’m in trouble….