Why the Water Sounds Weird While 'Noona' Showersth <p>A dick with a will of its own. Absolutely terrifying.
No way.
My cock hadn't moved on its own—it was just a natural reaction. A body that had never known this kind of thing must have found it overwhelming.
It'd be way worse if a woman actually touched it.
Wrapping my cock in Noona's underwear, I began stroking it with my hand.
Sorry about this. But it's now or never.
The only chance I ever got was when the house was empty. The soundproofing was terrible, so with family around it was impossible. If I kept living like the original Yang Dajun—never even laying a hand on himself…
That's horrifying.
Men in this world had wet dreams too. Since they were relatively less interested in sex, their chances of releasing normally were that much rarer. Just as women quietly washed their own underwear, men who had a wet dream would run to the bathroom in secret, swallowing their shame.
So I'd better take care of it in advance.
I kept pumping without a pause.
One more time?
I would have kept going if not for the sound of 'Noona' coming home—the front door swung open with a noisy clatter.
Clunk—
"Ugh, damn it."
I killed the computer and shoved the underwear out of sight in a hurry. My crotch was still damp, but there'd been no time to deal with it. Yang Dahee pushed the door open, waving a hand at me.
"Noona's home. You been good?"
"Yeah, hey."
We exchanged our greetings while I sat hunched over, and Yang Dahee hesitated for a moment.
"…Right."
Oh crap. This is bad.
I'd pressed my shirt down to hide my hard-on. I couldn't get up from the chair, which meant I had to endure Yang Dahee's stare all on my own.
Sniff, sniff…
Yang Dahee took a careful sniff. It was a scent that pricked at the tip of her nose, sharp enough to reach her brain, and yet she kept wanting to breathe it in.
Isn't this that smell?
She'd never smelled another man's, but she was fairly sure that was what it was. She called out to her sister sitting in the chair, studying her complexion.
"Yang Dajun."
At the sound of her name, Dajun answered while still hunched over, and something about it looked a little off.
"What?"
"…Dami's still not back?"
"She came and went. She's staying over somewhere."
The conversation was ordinary enough, but Yang Dajun's eyes kept darting around.
No way.
The awkward posture. The dazed, drained expression. She swallowed, remembering that men, too, felt desire—even if not to the degree women did.
Who were you thinking about?
Why would he do something he'd never done before? Could he have developed an interest in women? The only woman anywhere near her little sister was her childhood friend, Yurim.
I hate the idea of her fooling around with some other woman…
A childhood friend she could trust and entrust her to, sure, but it still didn't sit right. Her stomach churned, and she bit her lip.
Why can't it be me?
She didn't want to admit it, but she was the older sister—she couldn't confess feelings for her own sibling. No matter how devoted and sweet her little sister was, she'd pull away from her with an expression of disgust.
Then what am I supposed to do?
If things went on like this, some other woman would snatch away her precious little sister.
If it comes to that, maybe I'd rather…
With the audible gulp of a swallow, her sister's voice echoed in her ears.
"Noona?"
The more she breathed in the scent filling the room, the faster her breath came, and a tremor that had started deep in her lower belly hummed through her whole body like a live wire. The room seemed to spin around her, as if she were drunk.
It was her sister's worried voice that snapped Yang Dahee out of it.
"Noona?"
"Ah, yeah…"
"What's wrong?"
Yang Dajun had come closer at some point, glancing around as she checked her sister's face.
My face must be bright red right now…
Replaying the dangerous fantasy she'd just had, she couldn't bring herself to look her sister in the eye. When she just stood there frozen, Yang Dajun pointed at the bathroom.
"Noona, are you going to shower now?"
"…I was going to change first."
"Okay, I'll use it real quick."
She must have been desperate. The moment she said it, she hurried off to the bathroom, and Yang Dahee found herself absently stroking the back of her own neck.
"Mmgh."
She peeled off her clothes, feeling stifled. That fleeting moment of changing into something comfortable before washing always gave her a strange sense of freedom.
With a lingering gaze fixed toward the bathroom, Yang Dahee finished pulling off her stockings.
Am I… wet?
As she slid her panties down, a white string clung to her mound, stretching in a long, glistening line. Her sister's scent had gotten her aroused.
Feeling the humid air thick between her legs, Yang Dahee shook her head firmly.
Crazy bitch…
Before anyone could see, she rushed to the laundry basket and stuffed the wet panties into a crevice.
Her own underwear, still warm.
Her chest gave a sharp pang at the thought of her damp arousal trickling down, soaking even her little sister's clothes in the pile.
No, it's just a pile of laundry. It's not like we're doing anything incestuous.
Even as she stubbornly denied it, her mind was busy imagining her own fluids mixing with her sister's seed.
It was a little later that Yang Dajun came out of the bathroom.
"All done."
"Mm."
She brushed past her sister and went into the bathroom. Her heart was pounding—terrified she'd be caught.
It felt like she was being stared at.
Yang Dahee ducked her head as if her feet had gone numb, shut the door in a rush, and stood there blankly.
"Whew…"
A sigh was all she could manage. Just the thought of not wanting some other woman to steal her sister away had worked her up this much.
If she hadn't closed the door just now, she might have bolted right out after her. She ground her teeth and held it in.
Dajun, I'm sorry…
Maybe a blast of water could clear her head. She cranked the shower to full force, tilted her head back, and let the downpour hammer down on her.
Shhhh—
Warm streams of water cascaded down her bare body. Droplets pooling on her round breasts traced heavy arcs before rolling off to the floor.
She bowed her head, wiping the water from her face, but the floor was hidden beneath her breasts, out of sight.
Shhhh—
The water crashed against the floor with a loud racket. Which meant that unless she raised her voice, it would be hard to hear anything from outside.
Yang Dahee brought her hand down between her legs.
"Hah… nngh…"
Holding her breath, she began to move, carefully.
Creak…
Creak, creak…
"Hahh."
I let out a long breath after Yang Dahee disappeared into the bathroom.
I thought she'd caught me.
Out of nowhere I was sitting in the living room in a weird posture, the whole room reeking of that telltale scent—and sure enough, my face must have given it away too.
Ugh.
When Yang Dahee's eyes went wide, my heart had lurched. What was I supposed to say? She might suspect me, insist that her little sister wasn't like this.
Her breathing had gone ragged, so I'd braced myself for a scolding, no question about it.
What do I do now, huh?
But Yang Dahee just went into the bathroom without a word.
She's really just letting it slide?
I let out a relieved breath, though part of me was puzzled. Could it be she couldn't even imagine her innocent little sister doing something lewd? She did think I was naive, so that tracked.
Oh, come on. Get it together.
I'd forgotten the panties stuffed in my pocket. Sneaking glances in case 'Noona' came out of the bathroom, I hastily shoved them into the laundry basket.
A little brother hiding the panties he'd used to get off—while his older sister showered.
"I feel kinda guilty."
The milky fluid I'd spilled was dripping from the damp ivory panties, seeping in among the women's underwear of our household.
"This is getting out of hand."
I frowned at the thought of the terrible thing I'd done to my sister and Dami.
"And now what's wrong with you."
Through all of this, my cock showed no sign of calming down.
Creak, creak—
That's what had done it—the sounds drifting out of the bathroom.
Noona, what are you doing in there.
At first I took it for the shower. Just water hitting the floor. But the more I listened, the more… ambiguous it sounded.
You can hear every bit of it from out here.
There was no way Yang Dahee didn't know that. And yet she was touching herself. The wet, sticky sounds—like someone kneading glue—set my heart racing.
Who was she thinking about right now?
No way. Couldn't be.
I froze at the stray thought. No matter how this world worked, there was just no way an older sister would have feelings for her little sister.
She's just… turned on, that's all. Right?
I wanted to believe I'd simply roused her animal instincts—after all, I'd filled the house with that scent, and I was, at the end of the day, a man.
"Geesh."
I shook my head, trying to shake off the useless thoughts.
First things first—I needed to get my cock to settle down too.
Planning to wait it out sitting down, I switched on the heating pad and dragged Yang Dahee's blanket over to me.
"…Mm."
Breathing in 'Noona's' scent, my heart, which had been hammering like a drum, began to slow a little.
I rolled the blanket up and hugged it—it was so cozy I lost all track of time.
The sound of water from the bathroom stopped shortly after.
"Oh…"
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the bathroom door as it opened.
Noona…?
As the door slid open, a blast of steam-heated air billowed out, and 'Noona' stepped through it, her face flushed crimson.
Her cheeks glowed as though she'd just finished a workout, and her wet hair sent fat drops of water dripping to the floor.
When she caught me staring, Yang Dahee smiled and said,
"What?"
"Noona…"
"Keep calling my name, why don't you."
Before I could find a word to say, she ruffled my hair as she walked past, smiling.
She swept her wet hair back over her shoulder, and her chest swelled forward—her damp underarm coming into view along with it.
Please put some clothes on.
She'd thrown on bottoms but no bra, leaving my eyes with nowhere decent to land. I actually caught myself debating whether looking at her with a straight face would be the more natural choice.
She is seriously careless.
Oblivious to me, she wiggled her hips as she walked, then dropped down onto the floor with a plop.
Watching the moisture run down the smooth plane of 'Noona's' back, I spoke up carefully.
"…Want me to dry your hair?"
"I was about to."
"Want help?"
The words were out before I knew it. Yang Dahee turned to look at me.
"Since when do you help anyone dry their hair? Heheh."
"Fine, forget it…"
I let the words trail off and looked away. Through the gap between her folded legs, I'd caught sight of 'Noona's' damp panties—of the plump swell of flesh half-hidden beneath her pubic hair.
Noona…
A shameless older sister, putting her little sister in such an impossible position.
Wrapped in the blanket, I watched from behind as Yang Dahee dried her hair.
Soft, silky strands sliding down over her snow-white back.
Every time she lifted an arm to shake out her hair, her shoulder blades jutted out—and as a bonus, the side of her chest wobbled now and then.
…You can see her butt too, you know.
It was the fact that she wasn't doing it on purpose that made her so dangerously alluring.
Did she have any idea that just sitting there, she was seducing a man? Maybe she simply let her guard down around family.
Good thing you're my sister, because that is way too sexy.
This was the body that turned heads even in a world like this. To 'Yang Dajun' it might have meant nothing, but to me the stimulation was far too intense. I was still sneaking glances at 'Noona's' body from behind when—
"Aaagh."
Yang Dahee gave up on her hair mid-stroke and groaned, bowing her head.
"What's wrong?"
"My shoulder's killing me."
She rolled her arm in a stretch, and from the look of it, a muscle must have seized up.
Can't blame her for being worn out.
She'd been playing breadwinner all this time; no wonder her body ached. Wanting to do something for her, I remembered the advice Yurim had given me once.
"Noona."
"What now."
My eyes drifted down to the dimples above her hips as I said it.
"Want a massage?"