The Big Sister Who Sniffs Her Brother's Scent
Long before Yang Dajun made it home, Yang Dahee was clocking out without overtime for once, her heart fluttering lighter than usual.
"Heheh⋯"
Her female boss would normally have kept her chained at the desk, pawing at her, but by sheer luck she was away on a business trip. And so Yang Dahee hummed a little tune under her breath, her steps buoyant with every stride.
I can't wait to see Dajun and Dami.
When she got home, her beloved younger siblings would be there to greet her. Even if Dami stayed out late playing, so long as her dear little brother Dajun was there to welcome her, that would be enough.
He said he was off studying, right?
He'd mentioned going over to his childhood friend's place. By the time she got off work, he'd have had more than enough time to come home.
Dajun loves being home, after all.
Habits don't change overnight. She believed, ironclad, that he'd want to hurry back as early as he could.
"But still⋯"
Yet when she actually got home from work, the house was empty. Every light was off, and only a cold stillness hung in the air.
Yang Dahee's shoulders slumped, her face falling.
"Why isn't he home yet⋯"
She poked her head into the rooms just in case, but her siblings were nowhere to be found. She wandered the house searching for traces of them before quickly giving up. Apparently his studying was running late.
Yang Dahee scratched the back of her head, then began unbuttoning her blouse.
Might as well change out of these clothes.
Slipping off her skirt, she peeled her stockings down in one smooth motion — the lotion she'd slicked over her legs that morning made them slide right off.
The moment her legs bared themselves, the sultry heat trapped inside met the open air and turned into a faintly lewd scent that tickled her nose.
"Haah⋯"
When she pulled off her panties, the cool air brushed between her thighs and sent a shiver up her spine. Yang Dahee tilted her head back and quivered from head to toe.
Then, mid-way through unhooking her bra, she paused.
"Ah⋯ right, Dajun's not here."
She glanced around, muttered to herself, and undid the hooks anyway. Her breasts sprang free in a bounce, jiggling wildly.
Yang Dahee looked down at her own chest for a moment, let out a sigh, and plopped down into a chair.
I'm sure Dajun's fine.
She'd chosen to trust Yurim. That girl had stood by Yang Dajun's side for over ten years now. Their bond ran so deep she was practically family.
But the first one to come home was her little sister, Yang Dami.
"U-uh, unni?"
"Oh, Dami. You're back."
She kicked off her shoes and burst inside as if something urgent were chasing her, her voice breathless.
"Where's Yang Dajun?"
"Not home yet."
The moment her sister finished speaking, Dami already had her phone out. A half-hearted greeting at best — it was painfully obvious that finding Dajun came first.
"Ugh⋯"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing⋯"
She was biting her lip, so even when asked why, she wouldn't answer. Phone clutched tight, Yang Dami prowled restlessly around the house.
"Ah, um⋯ aghh⋯"
"Is it because of Dajun?"
At the sound of her brother's name, Dami whipped around and snapped in a sharp voice.
"That moron — why isn't he home yet?"
"Guess studying's running long."
Yang Dahee shrugged, jutting out her lower lip in a little pout.
He wasn't the type to wander around aimlessly, and Yurim was with him anyway. She could worry, sure, but she trusted he'd be back if they just waited a bit.
Yang Dami, however, was not convinced.
Huffing out sigh after sigh, she scrunched up her face and said in an irritated voice, "Shouldn't we at least call him?"
"Mm, let's give it a little more time."
Yang Dahee patted her grumbling little sister on the shoulder, trying to coax her into a seat.
He'll be with Yurim, not some other girl.
Yurim will stay by his side and won't lay a hand on him. Trusting in that, Yang Dahee settled in to wait for her brother.
Clunk.
With the sound of the door opening, Yang Dajun came home.
The first to rush out to greet him was his little sister, Yang Dami.
"Ah, Yang Dajun's here."
The instant the door sounded from outside, her ears perked up and she was off at a brisk trot.
She bolted like the wind, but the expression on her face when she returned was anything but pleased.
"Whoa whoa, Yang Dami⋯"
"Moron."
Two voices carried from the entryway, followed quickly by the sound of shuffling feet and grumbling as they made their way in.
What's with Dami now?
She'd been the one to dash out first, only to come trudging back within moments, huffing and puffing. Impossible to read.
Yang Dahee shot one sidelong glance at her ranting little sister, then went out with a warm heart to greet Yang Dajun herself.
Heheh, Dajun.
Her adorable little brother stood right in front of her. Yang Dahee's lips curled up into a wide smile as she asked after him first.
"Get a lot of studying done?"
"Obviously."
The way he answered so briefly, as if it were nothing special, was cute.
No matter how grown-up he tried to act, in his big sister's eyes he was still nothing more than an adorable little brother, small enough to tuck right into her arms.
Yang Dahee spread her arms wide and stepped toward him.
"Heheh, good boy. Come here — hug time."
Yang Dahee lowered herself slightly at the knees to match her little brother's height in front of her.
Then she threw her arms wide and wrapped them around her beloved sibling's body in a firm squeeze — and their chests collided.
Try as she might to hide her selfish motives, breasts large enough to swallow his whole face pressed down and crushed his slight frame.
"Hnngh⋯"
Yang Dajun just stood there, head turned away, letting out only a soft groan.
The tips of his ears had flushed red — she'd squeezed hard enough that her arms had tightened without her even realizing it.
She'd meant to simply hold him there quietly, but suddenly a scent wafted up to her, and her nose twitched.
Sniff⋯ what's that.
Every now and then, catching her brother's scent gave her a premonition that he'd been around another woman.
No way.
Unable to just let it pass, Yang Dahee pulled her face in close while still holding him in her arms.
"N-Noona, what are you⋯?"
"⋯"
He asked in a slightly trembling voice, but she didn't open her mouth. She simply buried her face in the nape of his neck and sniffed, drinking in every last trace of his scent.
"Sniff, hnn⋯ mnnh⋯"
"S-what are you doing?"
Every time her brother shook his head and squirmed, his hair swayed and tickled her face.
If they hadn't been siblings, it would have looked exactly like a lover putting on coy charms.
Yang Dahee gripped her little brother tight and refused to let go, desperately drinking in the air, trying to pin down a single thread of that strange scent drifting through it.
"Ah — noona⋯"
She hunted for wherever the unfamiliar smell was strongest, rubbing the bridge of her nose into every nook of his nape. Her sister's perky little nose jabbed insistently into her little brother's neck.
The smell of this morning's shower. The smell of being out and about. A smell that liked her — a smell that stirred a woman's instincts.
⋯⋯And the smell of blood kin, rising from her own brother.
Sniffing away with her eyes closed, Yang Dahee ended up pressing her face right up against her brother's.
"N-Noona⋯ too close⋯"
"Hold still."
His breath tickled her face, but Yang Dahee kept her eyes shut and sniffed without pause.
Past his adorable cheeks, down to her beloved brother's lips — up from between his slightly parted lips, along the bridge of the nose of a brother who adored her.
I love you, I really love you⋯ so⋯ I hate the smell of other women on you⋯
After rubbing her face all over his, Yang Dahee finally ended up nuzzling nose-to-nose with her little brother.
She hadn't stuck out her tongue, but for all intents and purposes it was a woman licking over her man's face, marking her territory.
"Haahh⋯"
What's more, she didn't miss the way her brother's cock stiffened slightly. Sure, it was a physiological reaction — but that only stoked a woman's heart all the more.
Because a woman wants to have her man all to herself.
Yang Dahee's lower belly tingled so intensely her heart began hammering, and she started taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"Nnnh. Noona, that tickles⋯"
"Hnn⋯ mm⋯ hnnngh⋯"
Ignoring her whimpering brother's protests, she pressed her forehead against his and inhaled deeply.
Her sister's lips, stained cherry-red as if steeped in berries, slowly parted; her brother, pinned under her weight, had saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth.
And so brother and sister stood pressed body to body, exchanging hot breaths, their breathing growing ragged —
⋯It's coming from down below.
Yang Dahee's eyes snapped open.
A lewd smell that didn't belong on her innocent brother. After searching for ages, she'd finally caught the thread of whatever scent had defiled him.
And so Yang Dahee sank down onto her knees and, without a moment's hesitation, buried her face in her brother's bare chest.
A boy's bare pecs peeking through the gap of his loose t-shirt.
With no awareness of herself as his older sister — only as a woman — Yang Dahee slipped her face just barely into that gap and sniffed without a second's pause.
"Sniff, mnnh. Hnn⋯ hnnngh⋯"
"Noona, stop it. Stop."
He flailed desperately, squirming to wriggle free, pushing his forehead down against the top of her head in a last-ditch attempt at resistance.
But Yang Dahee, exhaling hot breath, shook her head like a madwoman, sniffing her brother's scent without giving him a single moment's reprieve.
"Sniff sniff, hnnngh⋯⋯"
"N-Noona?"
The arms holding her little brother loosened, and the pace of her sniffing gradually slowed.
"Noona⋯⋯?"
"⋯Hmph."
Then she gave him a light shove, pursed her lips into a pout, and turned away.
"What's wrong, Noona⋯"
"⋯"
Less like a sister sulking at her brother and more like a lover with wounded pride, the corners of Yang Dahee's mouth twitched downward.
Haah⋯ it's the smell of another woman, isn't it.
Yang Dahee ground her teeth as she stared at the brother in front of her.
Because he carried a scent he should never have had — that is, the unfamiliar smell of a woman who was neither his big sister, nor his little sister, nor even his childhood friend.
I hate it. It's driving me crazy⋯
And so, contrary to her plan of giving him a warm welcome, she ended up treating her brother harshly.
She was supposed to dote on him as his big sister, but that woman's heart of hers kept souring, and she took it out on him instead.
"Hmph."
Yang Dahee whipped her head away, turned on her heel, and stalked off into the house alone.
Ugh, it's freezing in here.
It felt like a cold wind had swept straight through the house.
Because two women were giving me the cold shoulder.
The women of our house — both my big sister and my little sister — were wearing frosty expressions, and the whole atmosphere had turned arctic.
What is with them, seriously.
I had no idea.
Dami was always prickly with me, sure, but even Dahee — who'd doted on me without fail — was sulking now, and it threw me off.
She'd greeted me warmly enough at first, but then she sniffed her little brother's scent and went off into a sulk all on her own.
When she'd suddenly grabbed me and rubbed her face all over me, my cock had gone rock hard and left me in a genuinely awkward spot. And then —
And why did this go up?
An Obsession stat had appeared. Not just Dami but Dahee too had reportedly gone up by "1" — I had no idea of the exact number, let alone the reason it had risen.
Is it this?
I grabbed the hem of my shirt, hesitated, then ducked my head down and took a sniff.
"Sniff⋯"
What the — I don't smell anything.
I hadn't even eaten at Yurim's place, and I hadn't mixed bodies with Lee Yeryeong either, so there was no way I'd picked up some strange scent.
Beats me.
Putting off the mystery of why Dahee was sulking, I decided my first priority was cheering her up.
Yang Dahee was home even though it was barely evening. Her skipping overtime was a good thing.
"Noona, you got off work early, huh."
"⋯"
Ignored. Apparently being home early to see her siblings wasn't enough to fix whatever was eating her, though I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.
In that case, the best card I had to play. Remembering last night, I sidled up to Yang Dahee, rubbing my palms together.
"Noona, you must be so worn out. Like last night, I could give you a massage, or⋯"
"Don't need it."
Shot down flat. Mid-sentence, Yang Dahee cut me off with surgical precision and spun away with an audible whoosh.
"N-Noona?"
I reached a hand out, but she didn't spare me so much as a glance before disappearing into the bathroom.
⋯
This was a noona who used to melt at the mere mention of Dajun's name. For a sister who adored her little brother to just flat-out ignore me, something was seriously wrong.
This isn't some half-assed push-and-pull game.
I scratched my head and stared at the bathroom door she'd vanished behind.
How was I supposed to get Yang Dahee out of her funk? I didn't know the reason, but I wanted this resolved fast.
Unless she was genuinely furious, she'd be happy if I did anything nice for her — but I couldn't get the faintest read on what that might be.
While I was racking my brain, I felt eyes on me from behind.
Brrr⋯
Yikes, that stings.
Yang Dami was glaring daggers at me.
"Wh-what⋯"
"Hmph."
She met my eyes with a face broadcasting pure disgust, then blew a raspberry through her nose and clicked her tongue for good measure.
Oh.
It finally dawned on me that I'd been fussing over Dahee alone this whole time.
"Yang Dajun, you moron."
Haah⋯
Even as I flinched and backed away, she showed no sign of reining in that sharp, glinting gaze.
Earlier it had been Dami storming off and leaving me behind; this time it was me who had to flee like a man being chased, retreating into my room.
"Haah⋯"
Back in my room, I flopped onto the bed and let out a long yawn.
"Time to kill, huh⋯"
Going back out felt like a bad idea. The mood was still so icy I'd be walking on eggshells.
I needed something to do to pass the time.
It was a boring room with nothing much in it — the fault of the original Yang Dajun, who'd lived far too chastely despite having this face and this body.
Dahee and Dami too — every sibling in this house has zero interest in the opposite sex.
I was staring down at my lower half, lost in thought, when Yang Dahee suddenly crossed my mind.
A grown woman, hugging a man without a shred of hesitation, sniffing his body from head to toe.
My noona has way too little guard up.
She already lounged around the house half-naked enough that I could hardly stand to look.
Little brother or not, when a woman built like that smothers you in her cleavage, there was no helping it — male against female, the lust was bound to catch fire.
"Maybe I'll rub one out⋯"
Imagining my noona's bare body, my cock began to swell, little by little.
Between Yeryeong coming on to me earlier and everything else, a whole day's worth of buildup had piled up, and it wanted release.
Dirty thoughts flickered one after another through my head.
The only naked women I'd ever seen were my noona and my little sister, so I had no one else to call to mind. Maybe it was the depravity of it, but my cock twitched all on its own.
Mindful of the time I had left, I slowly pulled down my pants.
My noona, who adores me to pieces.
⋯She's sulking, so she won't come into my room, right?
The childhood friend Lee Yurim's illustration is complete!!
Our Yurim, who's pined after the protagonist for over ten years! A figure rivaling even the noona herself. As a hidden little detail, she's got a beauty mark on the tip of her nose!
(An illustration drawn by artist nobogoo, available for commercial use)