Don't Be Scared, Oppa

Lee Yurim stood up.

She tilted her head with a did he really? expression, but on catching my eye she just smiled and left her seat.

"Wait here a sec."

Don't go—

I reached my hand out before stopping myself. The kitchen Yurim was headed toward sat on the other side of a wall, invisible from the living room where we were.

Long brown hair and rust-colored eyes. With Lee Yeryeong and me suddenly alone in the living room, a heavy silence settled over us.

Why am I shaking so much?

Yeryeong stared straight at me for a moment, then closed the distance. I froze half-crouched where I sat and swallowed hard.

As she leaned in, her permed brown hair swaying, a floral scent rich as honeyed nectar washed over me in a rush.

Yeryeong whispered to me in a voice moist with warmth.

"Mmm... Oppa?"

Her warm breath brushed against me. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The sweet smell flooded my nose. Her whisper tickled my ear and I shivered faintly.

Yeryeong lifted the corners of her mouth at me and tilted her face just close enough to almost touch mine.

What is she trying to do?

It was a deliberate gesture. I was supposed to play innocent, but my voice trembled anyway.

"What... is it?"

When I braced a hand behind me and scooted back in an awkward crouch, Yeryeong waved her hand dismissively.

"What's the matter, Oppa? Why are you backing away?"

"You startled me, that's all..."

"Don't be scared."

Yeryeong shook her head and gave me a crescent-eyed smile, but there was nothing deferential about the way she treated her senior. Her voice, drenched and syrupy, was dripping with the unmistakable intent of a woman out to seduce a man.

Yeryeong let out a soft laugh and breathed hot air against the back of my neck.

"Mmm~ and yet you don't do this in front of my sister?"

"Why are you bringing up Yurim?"

I turned my head away, my voice shrinking to a crawl, but Yeryeong followed right along. Light caught her rust-colored eyes, making them smolder like embers.

She kept bringing up her sister again and again, and every time I reacted—every single time—the corners of her mouth climbed a little higher.

Her body was so sweetly fragrant that my skull hummed, heat blooming across my face.

Yeryeong reached her hand toward me.

"Don't..."

"You're so cute, Oppa."

I shook my head, but Yeryeong caught my face and turned it back toward her. And then, damn her, she started stroking it.

I bit my lip and shook my head sharply on purpose, but the more I did, the more Yeryeong's laughter spilled out of her, unstoppable.

Is there something going on between her and Yurim?

She seemed hung up on the relationship between me and her older sister. The more I responded to talk of Yurim, the more I resisted her touch, the deeper her hands wandered.

Yeryeong tilted her head to one side.

"Oppa, you like my sister, don't you."

"...Why do you ask?"

"Because it looks that way. Am I right?"

The longer I hesitated to answer, the higher her playful lilt climbed, until she was pressing for the truth outright.

Crashing our time alone together, endlessly bringing up her sister, and now asking point-blank whether I liked her.

She's been staring at me like crazy since earlier, come to think of it.

Yeryeong had been throwing glances my way from the moment she walked into the house. The way she kept her eyes fixed on me looked exactly like a girl making eyes.

Is she jealous of her own sister?

I couldn't be certain how Yeryeong saw me.

But given that the status window had appeared the moment I ran into her, I had to consider the possibility that our relationship could deepen.

Here, I decided to trust my own read of the situation.

First things first—play the shy, blushing boy.

At the question of whether I liked Yurim, I gave a bashful little nod.

"Yeah..."

I let the word trail off and buried my face in my chest. Then I sneaked a peek upward through my lashes to gauge her reaction.

Contrary to her sly-fox appearance, Yeryeong wore the bright, guileless expression of a little kid.

Curiosity had crossed the line into something like conviction.

Apparently she had no intention of holding herself back anymore, letting her glee run free. She clapped her hands together and said in a voice pitched high with excitement:

"Great news, Oppa!"

"What is?"

I lifted my head again and met Yeryeong's eyes.

"My sister seems to like you too."

Yeryeong tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stuck her tongue out to wet her lips in one slow lick. Then she said in a voice soft as silk:

"And I like you too."

"What...?"

"I said I like you, Oppa."

Yeryeong leaned her body forward, closing in on me again. I couldn't even think of retreating; I just sat there, dazed.

She likes me. Hearing a girl confess to me directly—my heart was pounding.

Before I could gather myself, my face had already flushed crimson.

At the same time, her Affection was revealed.

Ah.

My eyes went wide at the change that had just occurred.

The moment she'd confessed to me, Yeryeong's Affection had been unlocked. It was now certain—she saw me as a man, not just a person.

That's so goddamn hot...

A girl who looked ready to devour men alive had turned her interest on me.

In a world where women had to watch their step, she was openly, unashamedly declaring she liked me. With Yeryeong's gaze pouring over me like this, the back of my neck prickled.

"Mmm~"

Yeryeong rested her chin in her hand and studied every inch of my face. While she did it, she twirled a strand of hair around one finger, turning the femininity up to maximum.

So this is how women flirt here too, huh.

I wanted to stare right back at her, but instead I deliberately avoided her eyes and just fidgeted with my hands. At that, Yeryeong stroked my back and said:

"Oppa, what do you think of me?"

"What do I— don't do this. You have a boyfriend."

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and I shook my head back and forth. A soft snort of laughter sounded beside me.

"I don't, though. Our Oppa really doesn't know anything about me."

Yeryeong reached her hand toward me. Soft skin grazed my forehead as she swept my bangs aside for me.

And then she pressed in close, snugging the gentle swell of her firm, peach-shaped chest against my shoulder—and my heart began hammering like it was being pounded with a sledgehammer.

But I forced myself to think sad thoughts and focused all my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠attention on the tip of my nose. A tight, stinging pressure rose, and tears blurred my vision.

"Don't do this..."

"Oppa, you love breasts, don't you?"

"No, I don't..."

"You were sneaking glances at my sister's chest earlier, you know. I saw you."

Yeryeong raised the ends of her words into a sing-song and laid her hand on top of my head.

Blowing warm breath through her nose, she grinned like she knew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠everything, and I shook my head desperately in denial.

So she was watching the whole time.

Yeryeong's breath tickled the nape of my neck. She was subtly pushing her chest out, one hand slowly stroking the underside of her own breast.

Seeing that made my thighs go taut, an ache like suppressed desire throbbing through them.

"Oppa, you sly little thing."

"Stop it..."

Yeryeong tried to run her hands over my body. I deliberately resisted with all the timidity I could fake, letting her fingertips brush every hidden corner of me.

Fucking incredible...

A girl's soft hand landed on my thigh. Her grip tightened, kneading the flesh there, sending blood rushing to the surface. Again and again she stroked my thigh, as if training me to become her man.

"We can't do this..."

"Oh, come on. It's nothing."

"Nnh— stop..."

"Hold still for me, Oppa."

Pinning me so I couldn't squirm away, she raised her slender fingers and let them climb up my leg. The touch tickled so much that my cock twitched involuntarily.

But Yeryeong's hand slipped right past my crotch and came to rest on my lower belly. She was stroking the place where babies are made.

Then her hand brushed up across my stomach like she was pampering her own precious man, and this time she tickled across my chest.

"Hah..."

When she raked her nails over my bare skin, goosebumps erupted all over me. As her fingers dragged across the tip of my nipple, I nearly threw my head back before I could stop myself.

Yeryeong caught the nape of my neck as it fell backward and cradled it in her soft palm.

Hah, I'm supposed to be pretending I hate this.

When her fingertips scraped over my protruding Adam's apple, a feeling both soothing and scorching buzzed down my spine like a live wire.

Then her hand traveled up along the side of my face, all the way to my ear.

"Ngh—!"

Under that firm, insistent pressure, a moan escaped me. My body simply had no immunity to a woman's touch.

It felt amazing, but I had to keep up the act of refusing, didn't I?

Belatedly, I flung her hand off and scrambled backward into an awkward crouch. I whipped my face to the side too.

Which left a brief, frozen silence hanging between us.

I counted the seconds in my head, then slowly turned my gaze back to Yeryeong.

"Heheh~"

Her face was brimming with mischief. Yeryeong arched her eyebrows at me and stared.

Was that all my resistance amounted to—a girl's idea of a tantrum, a little sulking fit?

Yeryeong pressed her face right up to mine, her thick hair tickling my cheeks.

"Oppa. Our Dajun oppa."

"What..."

With a girl's chest pressed flush against me, goosebumps rippled up and down my spine. But she treated the contact between a man's body and a woman's as if it were nothing at all, sealing her lips against my ear and whispering:

"We're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on. And doing a lot, too... so you'd better get used to it, right?"

Her breath tickling inside my ear made my whole body shudder. The hot air filled the little hollow completely, and my cock hardened.

Please, please do...

I wanted to beg her right then to hold me down and fuck me, but I forced myself to shake my head.

"Ngh, no... I don't want to..."

"Whether you want it or not, it's happening~"

"You can't just decide that on your own..."

With genuine-seeming sorrow, I let moisture pool at the corners of my eyes. I glared at Yeryeong with an expression of wounded injustice and clenched my jaw.

But Yeryeong just wore an expression overflowing with delight, like she'd won something enormous—then, without warning, she bit down on my earlobe.

"Watching my sister have you makes me want a turn with you too, you see."

Chomp. A sharp sting of pain and a moan spilled out of me together.

"Hnngh..."

Yeryeong didn't let me go—she sucked my earlobe hard one more time. When she finally pulled her mouth away, a thin glistening strand stretched long between us.

Beneath my soaked, glistening earlobe, a single drop of her sweet saliva trickled down.

The trace she'd left behind sent a tingling, burning heat through me. Goosebumps raced across my entire body.

Fuck, that's good... fuck me right now, please.

In front of a woman, my cock stood fully, shamelessly erect. It twitched with such force it looked ready to burst ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠through my pants.

But Yeryeong, the heartless creature, was already pulling away from me.

I reached out with a dazed look, far too late, but she only smiled. A wicked, tantalizing girl.

Don't just walk away...

Yeryeong shook her head and looked off in another direction. What did that mean? While I sat there, head spinning, drunk on the hazy atmosphere, a sound drifted in from far away.

Clink...

The sound of glasses touching. Yurim had come back.

"Here. Should've brought you one ages ago."

"...No, thank you."

Taking the cup, I tried my best to smile, but the corners of my mouth refused to cooperate.

Everywhere Yeryeong had left her marks was burning hot, and my whole body had caught fire because of it.

I buried my head deep—if I made eye contact with either of these two women right now, I was afraid my lower half might actually explode.

Stop staring at me, seriously...

The full, undivided attention of two girls in their prime was pouring down on me. Every tiny movement I made was observed through those knowing, languid eyes, and I felt like a man stripped naked and surrounded.

Unable to bear the strange atmosphere any longer, Yurim cocked her head.

"What's with you? Something happen while I was gone?"