The Scent of a Man
Yang Dahee pushed her face up between her brother's legs.
He was lying in a mortifying pose—limbs pinned down, hips thrust high, only his head buried in the pillow—but she was staring all the same.
It wasn't hesitation over what a sister shouldn't be doing that held her back, though.
It was quite the opposite, in fact...
"Sniiiiff... hah... it's so strong... mmm, mmmph..."
Drowning in her little brother's thick, musky male scent, she buried her face in him without a shred of shame.
This was Yang Dahee—the woman whose pale face had earned her a reputation as an ice queen—yet right now she was simply soaking her crotch, her mind consumed by nothing but the smell of her little brother's cock.
"Sniiiiff... haaah..."
Every deep breath swelled her chest dramatically as she drank in every last trace of his scent.
Dahee didn't even notice the thin line of drool sliding from her parted lips, her gaze fixed blankly on the swollen bulge in front of her.
"It's grown... has it always been this big...?"
The bulge pushing out his waistband made her instinctively imagine pressing her lower belly against it to measure its size—imagining that shaft reaching all the way up to the womb she'd been treasuring, past her lower belly, in a pussy that had never known a man.
On top of that, a strange smell had been stinging her nose for a while now, clinging to the air stickily.
A thick, rich, creamy scent that made her head throb... Dahee had never smelled another man's, but she had a pretty good idea what it was.
Don't tell me... he didn't actually do it with another woman, did he?
Her little brother was so innocent he probably didn't even know what masturbation was. If he was giving off a grown man's scent, it could only mean he'd somehow learned all about women.
There's no way...
Dahee murmured to herself, deciding that he must have simply been out and about so much that his sweat had started to smell different.
The fact that his crotch was slightly swollen, too—surely that was just a natural bodily reaction.
Her little brother's equipment was exceptional, after all, so it only stood to reason that its shape would be impressive and its smell that potent.
"...It's not, right? Right?"
She bit down hard on her lip until the faint, briny taste of blood spread through her mouth.
Convincing herself that her brother had simply relieved his needs alone, she quietly reached out and gripped his waistband.
Yang Dajun... your big sister is only trying to protect you...
It wasn't that she wanted to see her brother's cock.
It wasn't that the shape she'd glimpsed last night was still flickering in her memory, making her like this.
Absolutely, positively not because she was drunk on the scent of her little brother's dick and wanted to see it bare, wanted to taste it this very instant, and was about to pull his pants down.
She merely intended to check on the condition of her brother's penis, confirm whether some other woman had defiled it, and—as his loving older sister—dutifully clean it for him. That was all.
"Chuuup..."
Rationalizing it that way, Yang Dahee grabbed her little brother's waistband.
A jolt.
Hm?
I blinked awake from sleep. Apparently I'd dozed off out of sheer exhaustion after all that teasing. Something felt sticky, too, so I must have sweated as well.
And it was just getting good, too. What a waste.
In the dream, I'd been mid-romp in bed with a beauty who didn't have a single thread on.
She'd looked like 'Big Sis,' and I'd actually dared to hope that even in a dream I might cross that forbidden family line—when out of nowhere some woman had to come ruin it.
She'd held me down, scolding that I shouldn't be doing this, and shook me around willy-nilly... and when I came to, my cock was twitching all on its own.
Somebody needs to be punished for that.
When a woman tries to devour me because she likes me, I welcome it—but interfering? Unforgivable. That's how it would be in the real world, anyway.
Still clinging to my disappointment, I wrinkled my nose and rolled over, meaning to run a hand over my sweat-dampened neck.
And then.
"...Hey."
Hm?
A voice humming at my ear was growing louder and louder.
"Yang Dajun, get up."
"Sis...?"
My eyes fluttered open at the presence, and there was Yang Dahee, head bowed, looking right down at me from inches away.
Close enough that our breath mingled—every flicker of her expression came through vivid and clear.
Why is she hovering this close?
There was a faint flush on her face, so maybe she'd gotten annoyed trying to wake me for a while.
And yet her mouth stayed pressed into that flat line as she spoke, stiff and clipped.
"Eat."
"Oh, uh, sure..."
Short and curt—not at all like the sister who doted on her little brother—and then she wheeled around.
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, unsure what to even say, but Dahee didn't spare me a single backward glance before sweeping out of the room.
Guess she's still sulking.
For some reason, a sweet, nose-tingling scent came wafting from the spot where 'Big Sis' had just been standing.
The big main room that doubled as our living room.
Me, Dami, and Yang Dahee sat down to eat together, but nothing hung in the air except silence.
"..."
Should I say something?
I couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be my job to lift the mood.
Back in the old world, the man livening up the table would be the norm—but this was a world where the woman had to do it instead.
Then again, if the awkwardness was my fault in the first place, maybe it was my job after all?
?
It got so confusing I was tripping over my own words in my head, so I decided to keep it simple.
I got my hair done, and she didn't even notice.
Which meant the salon story was off the table.
If it ever came out that I'd told the lady at the salon, "This is paradise, mmm~" the fallout would be catastrophic.
And the whole rigmarole where I'd left Lee Yurim and Chae Riji hanging to argue about whether I did or didn't have a girlfriend... that was also a bit hard to explain.
"..."
My lips refused to part, so all I managed was to sneak glances at Dahee and Dami as they ate.
I chewed a few bites, half-hearted, took a gulp of water.
For reasons I couldn't fathom, Yang Dahee made a show of sulking with every bite, while Yang Dami wasn't even looking in my direction to begin with.
Ugh, this is suffocating.
In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and spoke first.
"...I came back from studying today."
"I see."
The conversation died right there.
"..."
Why's she so frosty?
What on earth had put Yang Dahee in a mood? I'd sniffed myself earlier and there was nothing weird about me. I hadn't done anything wrong, and surely nothing could have happened while I was asleep...
I mean, sure, a woman who looked like Sis hugged me in my dream, but...
Deep down, 'Yang Dajun's' love for 'Big Sis' was screaming at me to say something.
"...I only studied. That's all."
"Hmmm."
Yang Dahee finally looked at me.
But the moment she fixed me with those trademark crimson eyes, I had no idea where to look, and my gaze went skittering every which way.
Her faintly flushed cheeks twitched, and then she tilted her head sharply and cut in with a razor-edged voice.
"Just the two of you? You and Yurim?"
I froze.
...Crap. Busted.
(Sister's POV)
I asked Dajun in a razor-sharp voice.
"Just the two of you? You and Yurim?"
Ever since I'd caught that scent off my little brother's body, I couldn't stop worrying that he'd been fooling around with another woman.
We were siblings, and yet my heart raced just from looking at him, which left me scrambling for every excuse I could find.
And so, a little while ago...
I had barely held back the moan trying to slip past my lips as I slipped into my brother's room.
I'd gone in to call him to dinner, but the sight of him sleeping so soundly had made me act on impulse.
Pressing my body down over my little brother's like I was taking a lover, thrusting out my tongue, biting and sucking and licking the nape of his neck the way lovers kiss.
Mmm... haaah... Dajun's scent... my little brother's cock smell...
By the time I came back to my senses, there I was—his own big sister, face buried in her little brother's crotch, drooling over the smell of his cock, my underpants thoroughly soaked through.
Mouth hanging open, panting hot, ragged breaths, genuinely in heat over the little brother I shared blood with.
If he hadn't woken up when he did, I would have stripped his pants right off, taken out my little brother's bare cock, and committed the ultimate incest between brother and sister.
But my already-aching body had a mind of its own, whining and whimpering down in my lower belly with no intention of calming down...
I want him... not some other woman, I want to be the one connected to Dajun...!
I shot upright, clamped both hands over my mouth, bolted from my brother's room, and ran straight for the bathroom.
Then, sitting on the toilet, I bit down hard on my lip to keep any sound from escaping as my fingers flew furiously between my legs.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
"Nnh, mmph... hnngh..."
Twitch, twitch, twiiiitch...
"Hngk—haa? Aaahhh♡"
Throwing my dignity as a big sister clean out the window, I arched my head back with my tongue lolling out, savoring the briny heat flooding my mouth as I trembled all over, drunk on the sheer depravity of getting off to my own little brother.
And now, here I was again...
With my desire left unspent and my heart still pounding out of control, I couldn't bring myself to be gentle with my little brother. All I could do was stare at him and silently demand an answer.
He must be scared...
My voice had dropped low and cold, and he kept hesitating, shrinking back instead of answering.
I wanted to praise him for getting his hair done—but right now I had to be strict with him, so there was nothing to be done about it.
His answer came a moment later.
"I asked if it was just you and Yurim. Just the two of you."
"...No, there were three of us."
Three of us?
Something hot surged up from my gut and my face threatened to twist, but I ground my back teeth together.
"...With who?"
"Y-Yeryeong. It was with Yeryeong."
I froze at the woman's name that spilled from my brother's mouth. Yeryeong—why did that sound so familiar? Just as the corners of my mouth started to turn down, a memory flashed through my mind and my eyes went wide.
"Yeryeong? That's Yurim's little sister, isn't it."
"You remember her too, right, Sis?"
"Of course I do. If I remember right, she was a very quiet little thing..."
She was a girl we used to play with when we were young. My little brother's childhood friend Lee Yurim, and Yurim's younger sister, Lee Yeryeong.
As far as I could remember, she'd been a timid child who hovered around the edges of our group, too shy to work up the nerve to join in.
So quiet and bashful back then. She's probably still the same.
Dajun seemed to flinch for a split second, but I brushed it off as nothing and just nodded.
"I see. So the three of you hung out, huh..."
"Yeah. Sis, were you worried about me or something?"
Of course I was. You're going around giving off smells like that... if you get mixed up with other women, what else am I supposed to do but worry?
Even as I worried, I kept telling myself I had to stay strict with him, and let out a sigh before I spoke.
"...I just don't want any strange girls sinking their hooks into you."
"Aw, come on. There's no way that'll happen."
He shook his head at me so earnestly that the gesture stirred something deep in a woman's heart.
He's probably been the same way out in the world all this time—how am I supposed to break that to him? He's so naive, so hopelessly pure, that the only women he knows are us.
While I was busy swallowing down the lump in my throat, Dajun fidgeted and stole a careful glance at me.
Then, out of nowhere, he squared his shoulders and declared in a voice suddenly twice as bright:
"Sis, don't worry."
"...Yeah."
Wearing an expression of supreme confidence, playing the mature little man for all he was worth—he answered so flatly, pretending his anger hadn't lifted, that inside I was giggling up a storm.
Heheh... adorable...
Saying all that with such conviction meant, in all likelihood, he hadn't completely fallen head over heels for some other woman after all.
And then.
Dami, who'd been listening to our whole exchange in silence, suddenly cut in with a snarl.
"Hmph, why don't you just move in with them then. Why'd you even come back, you idiot?"