The Unbearable Urge of a Twenty-Four-Year-Old
My twenty-six-year-old sister, Lee Seol, was a genuine lunatic who hadn't grown up a day in her life. She was a total nutcase, mostly because she was trying to take over my room. While Mom was home and we were eating dinner together, I couldn't say a word. I couldn't even tell if I was eating a meal or just eating my fill of tension. Since I only helped out with my uncle’s business a few days a week, I was a complete, unemployed bum in this house.
“Hmm. My daughter, you must have really impressed the store manager. Are you doing something like a manager position?”
“Well, something like that.”
“Then, our Doha will have no choice but to give up his room for his sister, right? She needs to study soon, after all~”
Ha.
“Hey, why are you sighing~ Do you want to sleep with Mom instead?”
“Ah, Mom, now that I think about it, Lee Doha he…”
“Just sleep in the living room for now. Just on the sofa.”
My sister stopped talking. Her eyes curved like crescent moons. That girl is seriously insane.
“I cleaned up the room a bit, so you can just use that, Sis.”
“Oh, really? Doha, you took the initiative to clean it? Wow, that’s so thoughtful! Did our little troublemaker Doha have a side like this?”
“Don’t talk bullshit, Lee Doha. You only did it because I told you to get out.”
“Hey, still. Then what about the computer and stuff? Should we move those to the living room too?”
The root of the problem was my sister moving out a few months ago. We had moved to an apartment with only a couple of rooms—down from the one with three or four—since she had left. Mom’s workplace was much closer to this area. I was only helping my uncle with his business nearby because of that, but still…
“Oh, wait a second.”
Just then, a ringtone sounded from the corner of the table. It was Mom’s phone.
“Ah, it’s Harim’s father. I’ll go take this call, okay? Keep eating.”
As luck would have it, Mom stepped out the front door to take the call. I poked at my rice with my chopsticks while glaring at my sister. She was busy fiddling with her phone right at the dinner table. Who did she take after to be such a brat? If I could, I’d love to curse her out.
“Happy now? Acting all high and mighty just because you have a part-time job?”
“Yeah. It’s fucking great.”
“Truly a bottom-feeder life. Just live like that forever.”
“Yeah. I was planning on it. It’s way better than acting all superior like someone who dropped out of college to ‘run a business.’ You moron.”
“The moron is you, you moron. And I’m helping my uncle with his work, okay?”
“So what? I’m going to tell Mom. About you jerking off like a maniac.”
“That is seriously absurd, you fucking bitch.”
Then, my sister shifted her gaze to her phone and started typing a message with a smirk. I glanced over at her. She was wearing a white t-shirt. Through the fabric, her black bra was subtly, semi-transparently visible. …Did she not change her underwear? Or was it just the same one again…?
What the hell am I thinking about?
I finished my meal. Whether she was talking to her friends or not, the sound of her laughing was strangely grating on my nerves.
Sleeping on the sofa was a truly mystical experience. It was because it could make a body that had been perfectly fine all day feel stiff and sore in just a few hours. It was a total pain in the ass. In a word.
I watched silently from the entryway as Mom put on her shoes.
“Right, Mom has to go on frequent business trips for a few weeks, so it’s a good thing your sister is here. Eat together, okay?”
“I’m twenty-four, Mom.”
“In Mom’s eyes, you’re still a baby, a baby. You’re going to your uncle’s office today, right?”
“Yeah.”
Mom went on business trips often. That was why I could jerk off in peace, but now I couldn't even do that.
“But is she actually working? She’s still sleeping in.”
“Hey, don’t talk about your sister like that. She said she doesn’t have to go in for a few days. She has to organize the store and stuff.”
“Then why did she come over yesterday?”
“Well, to adjust, and move more clothes and luggage. Anyway, Doha, get along with your sister. I’ll clear out the room we used as a storage space soon. Got it?”
“Please, hurry up.”
Mom laughed. After watching her leave for work, and cooking some ramen for breakfast, it was already nearly 8:00 AM. Should I do it? I didn't have to leave until 9:00. I cleaned up the ramen bowl and thought about it seriously. Thinking about this had been part of my daily routine for the last three or four months.
My sister seemed to be asleep, so should I take this chance? I could just finish it quickly. It’s not like the term "quickie" exists for no reason. It’d be awkward to do it in the living room, so maybe the bathroom?
‘…Alright.’
In fact, my second body was already swollen and throbbing.
‘So many things have happened. It’s been really tough.’
I adjusted my bulging pants and quickly turned on my phone. I decided to go with manga today. The site was full of bitches. Women who would fit snugly in my hands. I quietly entered the bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the toilet.
‘MILF content? Okay… MILF content. Let’s go with MILF.’
As I pulled down my pants, that guy was already standing tall and proud. You cute little thing. You were waiting for me, too? Daddy was waiting for you too, you bastard… It’s so good to see you again. My eyes welled up as I gently stroked the tip. My thighs felt like they were trembling.
‘Daddy’s going to give you a really ambitious session today.’
It was the moment I looked up to grab a wet wipe.
I had no choice but to freeze in my tracks.
I saw a black piece of clothing right in front of me. Lying limp next to the laundry basket. It looked like it might even be damp. It was right there. Right in front of my eyes, right in my line of sight. It was the same one I saw last night. No, it was the exact same bra. …Was it the same underwear? You crazy… Why would you buy multiple of the exact same thing?
“…….”
In the silence that descended involuntarily, I felt nothing but the throbbing of my lower half. The blood flow was surging through it. My heart was pounding in sync. My cock was throbbing as if it were about to burst.
‘…Ah, fuck.’
I was just about to finish, and what kind of situation is this? If I stay like this, it’ll look like I was looking at that… and doing all sorts of things. I rubbed my glans tentatively. It was just a hint of stimulation, but my skin shivered and trembled. Ah, damn it. Should I put it in the laundry basket? …I probably should.
‘It’s my sister’s.’
Right, it’s my sister’s.
Even though it was sprawled out like her shitty personality, I had to put it in the laundry basket. It would make doing the laundry easier, after all. I desperately suppressed the urge to keep rubbing my cock and stood up. I’d do the masturbation later. First, I’d put her stuff in the basket.
Click-
There was a sound from beyond the door handle.
“Ah, what the…”
It was my sister’s groggy voice.
“…Lee Doha, are you in the bathroom?”
I stopped my movement as I was about to stand up.
“…Ah, yeah.”
My voice trembled.
“But, why?”
“Why do you think, you fucker… I have to pee. Get out, quick.”
“Alright, I’m coming out.”
Once again, I sat down quietly.
I looked down. Pre-cum was leaking from my glans. The shaft was humming, as if it were about to go berserk at any moment. If I wrapped my hand around it, I’d feel every single throbbing vibration. Definitely, it would definitely be like that.
“Are you taking long?”
I gritted my teeth.
‘Ah, fuck, seriously.’
I turned off my phone and started reciting the national anthem in my head.
“No, I’m… coming out soon.”
“I said get out. Quickly. I’m going to piss myself here? Get out, hurry.”
“I said I got it, you fucker. Just wait a second…”
Fuck. I want to jerk off. I want to jerk off. Ah, seriously, I want to jerk off.
“Doha. What’s wrong with you since earlier? You look like you’re in a daze.”
“…Huh? Ah, yeah.”
My uncle asked me as he walked down the office hallway. I let out a sigh.
“Ah, it’s nothing. I think I just didn’t sleep well.”
“Haha. This kid. Hey, do you even come here every day? Get some proper sleep, man.”
“Ha, I should. Did you sleep well, Uncle?”
“No, actually, I haven’t been sleeping well lately either.”
My uncle laughed heartily. I gave a polite, forced laugh.
“Is stir-fried pork okay? The stir-fried pork?”
“Oh, that’s great.”
I headed to the nearby stir-fried pork place with my uncle. It was the place we always went to.
“But Doha, what have you been up to lately? You don’t seem to have a girlfriend either.”
“Just, you know, living without much thought.”
“Hey man, your age is the best time. At twenty-four, you brat, I’d give up my own wife just to go back to that time.”
My uncle said, dangling a piece of pork he’d picked up with his chopsticks. It soon went into his mouth.
“Hey, you haven’t even been married for five years yet. Ah, is it four?”
My uncle chewed and let out a chuckle.
“Haha, right. Of course, I’m joking. If I said that for real? I’d get smacked on the back immediately. But Doha, you’re so handsome, why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“A girlfriend?”
“Out of all the kids I’ve seen, you’re honestly the most refined-looking. You’re tall, too. Though you do look a bit feminine, secretly.”
“Hey. No way. There are tons of guys better looking than me.”
“What! If you say that seriously, you’ll get cursed at if you go anywhere. You’re better looking than most idols. A guy like that with no girlfriend, sigh.”
Actually, Uncle, that’s what I regret too. Why did I cut off all my human relationships? If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have become some pathetic masturbation addict… I’d rather be a sex addict if I had to choose. Isn’t that more manly…?
“Introduce me to someone then, Uncle. If they’re around my age, even a divorcee is fine.”
“Haha! You crazy bastard. Oh, right. I was thinking of having dinner with your aunt tonight, how about it?”
“My aunt?”
“Yeah. Thanks to your help, the front-end is almost finished, so we need to find a base. Your aunt agreed to take charge of that.”
“Ah… so you’ll be working together for a while?”
“Exactly, exactly.”
When was the last time I saw her? Last year? I’d heard occasionally that my aunt was a businesswoman. Did she quit her company to help my uncle? To put her own career on hold to come and help him directly… Anyway, they seemed to have a great relationship.
“We’re becoming a complete team now, almost.”
“Right. This is the most important time… Oh, I’m exhausted.”
“Let’s grab a coffee before we go.”
“Oh, that sounds great. Oh, right. You’re okay with alcohol, right? Tonight.”
“Alcohol?”
“Yeah. With your aunt. It’s been a while since we all met, anyway. We’ll be using the office together soon. Might as well have a drink together.”
“Ah… of course. I’d love to.”
My face was smiling, but my heart wasn't. I was planning to go home and jerk off. Ah, fuck. I chewed on the stir-fried pork for no reason. The bones crunched between my teeth. It’s bullshit. That twenty-six-year-old crazy woman ruined my entire day.