The Loner Boy of a Woman's World and the Side-Tanned It Girl
Yang Dami had just stepped out the door when she stopped mid-stride and whipped around.
"Hey, moron."
"What now..."
"If you're going out, tell me first. And don't go wandering around all by yourself."
Snapping it off like that while bringing up yesterday's conversation, it came out sounding like a warning. She'd stormed out without giving me a chance to get a word in, so my voice never reached her.
"...I said I'm studying with Yurim."
My voice had shriveled to a crawl. I let my shoulders sag and heaved a sigh, and Yang Dahee came over. She was looking down at me with eyes full of pity.
"Dami, you're extra prickly today."
She ruffled my hair with a light laugh.
"Did you two fight?"
"No..."
Fight was hardly the word for it—I'd been scolded by her two days running. A big brother who lives cowed by his little sister. I had no idea whether that was normal, even in this world.
Still, Yang Dahee seemed to value family above all else, because she gently talked me around.
"You two should get along. We're all each other has."
"Yes, noona."
Anything noona said was fine by me. I just wanted to keep looking at that fond smile she wore when she indulged me—which was why it felt a little sad that it was already time for Yang Dahee to leave for work.
Man, that's a shame.
I wished time would just stand still like this. My heart hammered as Yang Dahee changed clothes behind me.
First my little sister, now my older sister—women undressing right in front of their little brother.
The soft swish, swish of underwear hitting the floor made me clench with everything I had to hold down my erection.
No, wait—I'm not supposed to clench.
I knew I shouldn't focus on my dick, but it kept twitching against my will.
The sound of noona undressing, the sound of clothes sliding over bare skin, the whisper of fabric against that milk-pale flesh. It teased my imagination until it was almost too much to bear.
"Hnnngh."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..."
I couldn't look behind me. I'd already become the rotten little brother who went around sniffing his sister's scent.
How am I supposed to hold out?
She moved around me without a shred of wariness, bare as the day she was born, and it did things to my instincts she couldn't imagine. That cool-yet-cozy smell of my noona's body made me turn my head before I even knew what I was doing.
Yang Dahee, true to form, was in the middle of putting on her office look.
"Noona's heading out."
"Have a good one."
It was a joking little reply, but my eyes wouldn't leave the way her skirt hugged the line of her hips even as she walked away.
In the spot where she'd passed, a faint scent of mint lingered in the air.
Guess I'll jerk off or something...
My dick ached.
Because I hadn't been thinking of my sister or my little sister—I'd been feeling them as two full-grown women. Checking the time, there was still a long while before Yurim would show up.
Looks like I'll have to beg for a favor again.
My eyes landed on noona's panties, left where she'd taken them off not long ago. I figured they'd still hold her warmth if I touched them, and my hand drifted toward them on its own.
Bzzt.
"Huh?"
Just as my hand reached for the underwear, a text from Yurim came in.
As usual, I didn't ask why. Something must have come up that she couldn't get out of self-study for.
Honestly, the original Yang Dajun had never paid much mind to his childhood friend coming over. He probably treated her without any of that boy-girl awareness, not yet awakened to women—but I was different.
Well, there goes the plan.
I'd been thinking we'd meet in the morning and walk to her place together. Trade a few jokes along the way, build some atmosphere during the study session—that whole playbook, ruined.
With my whole morning suddenly hanging empty, I was bored out of my mind.
There is genuinely nothing to do.
Yang Dajun doesn't even play games. There's nobody to hang out with either. Hard to believe he's a loner with a face like this, but...
Handsome-loner-loser guy. Yeah, I guess that was a trend for a while.
I was posing at my phone's front camera when it buzzed.
Bzzt.
"Oh, right."
This time it was a different girl. Beige hair and golden eyes—Chae Riji, the one who'd dug my number out of her at school.
Since I hadn't texted her since yesterday, here was a girl beating me to the morning greeting.
Her bright, sunny smile came back to me, so I set my phone down for a second and tapped open the profile picture floating beside her name.
"Ooh..."
Striking in person, and striking in photos too.
Lightly sun-kissed skin, beige hair swept into a side ponytail. She was beaming in the picture—you could tell right away she had a sunny personality.
Which is probably exactly why she's texting me first.
Yep. Total insider.
I nodded to myself and browsed through her other photos. She must have plenty of friends around her, yet here she was paying attention to me.
I wanted to text back, but unlike with Yurim, I wasn't used to keeping a conversation going.
Whether it was 'Yang Dajun' or me, neither of us had the first clue how to text a girl. The saving grace was that, for these girls, me replying at all was apparently more than enough.
Come hang out? As in... a date?
I wondered if that was what this was. Then again, she was a social insider, so maybe she just said it without a second thought. Even so—was it really okay for a girl to come on this strong to a guy?
Granted, we hadn't known each other long in real time, but she was already making such an aggressive dash at me. Very insider of her.
Yurim did say she's coming in the afternoon.
So I'd have to regretfully decline—prior engagement today. Besides, it seemed smart to play a little hard to get at least once.
I don't know exactly what kind of girl she is yet.
If she genuinely liked me, I figured the more I brushed her off, the more desperate and forward she'd get. That was the hope, anyway.
"Guess I'll turn her down."
I took my time and sent my reply slow and easy.
Unlike before, the reply didn't come right away.
Was I playing it too expensive?
Here was a girl inviting me out after knowing me for a single day, and I'd done nothing but give her short answers, late.
Girl or not, any woman would be within her rights to feel hurt when a guy acted this cold.
Bzzt.
"Oh."
I let out a breath when I saw Riji's reply.
Texts ran late on both sides, yet she fired off message after message apologizing as if the delay were entirely her fault.
A girl who'd been warm and friendly from the very first word to the last.
I was grateful—but I refused to get attached.
A guy like me? Worth a king's ransom, apparently.
I put the phone away and pondered what it even meant to be manly.
Was acting cold the manly thing? Or was it the opposite—that a guy who didn't play cute wasn't a man at all?
Chae Riji was no less of a beauty than Yurim, and yet, incredibly, I had turned down a girl's outright dash.
I'm full, that's why.
But it couldn't be helped. I couldn't go around poking this girl and that girl after barely a day. Getting a reputation as a slut twenty-four hours in? I'd pass.
So—jerk off with the time left over, then.
"Heh..."
An empty laugh slipped out. To everyone else I looked like some innocent kid, and here I was, the guy himself, reaching for masturbation first thing.
Was this what they called a virgin bitch?
"...Whatever."
Shaking my head, I got up from my seat.
By my count, one round of jerking off plus a nap afterward would land me right on time for my promise with Yurim.
What I fished out was my noona's underwear.
"It's damp?"
Yang Dahee's panties were wetter than yesterday's.
Even better.
Savoring the soft texture, I ran my hand down my length.
"Mmm..."
Something in there seemed to squirm and wiggle against my palm, but that had to be my imagination. I focused and stroked again, and the blood came rushing in.
A drowsy warmth washing over me, I sank little by little toward sleep.
Meanwhile.
While Yang Dajun was masturbating with his sister's underwear, a certain someone had been watching—and could bear it no longer. She let out a scream.
"Stop this, Dajun!"
Her voice never reached him, but her despair was every bit as desperate as it sounded.
"Ahh—don't do it, I beg you!"
When he reached for his cock, she recoiled, shuddering, and tried to hold him back. Perhaps a sliver of her anguish got through, because Yang Dajun's hand stopped and he glanced around, puzzled.
"Th-that's it. Such shameless behavior must never—AHHH!"
But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, he started touching himself again. This time he meant business—both hands wrapped around it, working away.
"D-don't shake it like that! AHHHNN!"
No matter how she wailed, her voice couldn't reach him. Her heart ached to seize that shameless rascal and hold him still, but no matter how wildly she flailed her hands, they cut through empty air. That was the cruel truth of it—no matter how she thrashed, she could touch nothing.
"Hic, hic..."
The woman wept as she stared at Yang Dajun's lower half.
They say late-season winds are the fiercest—and sure enough, Yang Dajun only stopped when his sister came home from work.
"Noona's here. You been good?"
"Oh, you're home?"
"Welcome back."
Even while looking at his own sister, his cock twitched and swelled in secret. She smacked the back of his head and told him to get a grip, but he wouldn't listen at all.
"Hnk... how on earth did it come to this..."
She racked her brain, but the cause stayed beyond her reach.
She was supposed to be the guardian spirit keeping watch over this house—yet at some point, without her noticing, she had come to dwell upon a boy's cock.
"And I believed you were such a good boy..."
At first she'd been relieved by his innocence—a boy who knew nothing of women.
But something in him had changed, and yesterday he'd begun acting out of nowhere.
First he masturbated with his sister's panties, and now he was getting hard even while massaging her.
"Hh, ahhnnn...!"
Every time Yang Dajun touched his cock, jolts of sensation crashed over her until her whole body had to endure the wave.
Small of stature she might be, but she was a bona fide deity—to be trapped in a mere cock, tossed about at its owner's whim. The humiliation of it.
Somehow, some way, she had to recover her power and reveal herself before Yang Dajun. Only then could she give him the scolding he deserved.
"Ahh—again, again...!"
But all those resolutions came to nothing, and for two whole days she did nothing but shed tears in that tingling, buzzing scent of lust.
"Waaaahhh..."
"Ooh, refreshing."
Waking up after getting off left me feeling wonderfully clear-headed.
"And I've still got time to spare."
There was plenty of room before the hour Yurim was supposed to arrive.
I was debating what to do when my choices appeared before my eyes.
▷ Go find Yurim at school.
▷ My hair's gotten long. Visit the barbershop.
▷ Energy to burn—challenge the record board.