Episode 3. The 'Noona' Right Beside Me (2)
“Ahh...!”
A moan burst out of her, but she didn't stop, kneading and squeezing at her breasts all the harder.
“Mmnh... mmmnh... it's so stuffy...”
No matter how much she kneaded, her breasts only bunched up like trapped flesh. The itchiness pooled at the tips of her nipples, so she pinched them.
“Hyahk...!”
Every time she pinched a nipple, a jolt like needing to pee spread crackling through her whole body.
Zziing, zziing...
It felt like the beads were buzzing even between her legs, so she slid her fingers back inside her pussy. Then, as if riding on top of something, she slowly rocked her hips up and down.
“Ahhn, nnh... mmmhk...”
The moans wouldn't stop—the thought that she was devouring her little brother's cock wouldn't leave her head.
But she couldn't waste her first experience like that, so Yang Dahee only teased her hole right up to the edge of her hymen, never past it.
Jijeok, jijeok...
Jjijeok... jjijeok, jjikkeok, jjikkeok...
The wet sounds grew louder little by little, until they were as noisy as someone churning through thick, sticky sap.
A chill ran down her spine, and though she glanced toward the door of the room where her little brother slept, she didn't stop.
'Dajun, I'm sorry... I'm sorry your noona is like this...'
A noona devouring her little brother. Every time that depravity called out to him in her mind, her womb throbbed and her juices dripped down between her legs.
“Mmnh... just a little, just a little more...”
A sweet scent rose from her slick, soaked pussy and pricked at the tip of her nose. Intoxicated by that aroused smell burrowing into her brain, her jaw trembled and her eyes rolled back.
In her heart, she had long since been climaxing under her little brother's cock.
“Hahk...♡”
With a short cry, Yang Dahee clamped a hand over her mouth.
'I-I've lost my mind...'
She was his noona, and she'd gone over the edge for her little brother. Her body shook like she'd been struck by lightning. What a wicked, wicked pussy.
“Hah...”
Yang Dahee slid right off the chair.
Hoisting up her plump rear, she crawled on all fours. A long trail of wetness glistened across the floor behind her.
Wafting that sour scent of a female in heat, she slipped under the covers and panted for breath.
'We used to sleep together when we were little...'
That was impossible now. She'd become a woman who soaked her pussy thinking about her little brother.
'But it's still not enough...'
Out of that ache, her fingers found their way back down.
“Nnnh...”
She hugged a fold of the blanket and bit down on its edge.
'Dajun...'
Her heart was full of nothing but her little brother.
Those occasional days when she craved the warmth of a boy. Today was exactly one of those days—but wanting her little brother as his noona was wrong.
“Hhk...”
Not knowing what to do with herself, she rocked her hips under the blanket, but the heat that had swept through her was gradually slowing, and she closed her eyes.
The next day.
Yang Dahee looked down at her hand, slick and sticky from where she'd had it between her legs.
“Ah, seriously...”
A wet dream, at her age. She'd fallen asleep masturbating, and then had a strange dream all night on top of it.
In the first dream, her female boss had been toying with her.
She held it in, but the teasing didn't stop, and something in her snapped—she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Please stop doing this to me, damn it!”
And then, like a curtain falling, in the blink of an eye the office turned into her home.
'Huh?'
At the sudden shift, she rolled her eyes—and saw someone else holding out a hand where her boss had been.
“Noona... can't I touch you?”
“Huh?”
Not knowing what was going on, her eyes went wide.
'Ah... it's a dream.'
Her little brother's hands, touching her body. There was no way that could happen in reality.
The moment she saw her little brother, the wall had already crumbled, and she said the thing she could never say awake.
“No... you can touch me...”
Her little brother smiled and came closer. Her eyes were closed, so he must have been nestling into her, nuzzling his face against her.
Noona.
“Ah.”
That was as far as it went. By the time she woke, her pussy was already soaked.
“Crazy bitch, crazy bitch...!”
She grabbed her head and pounded at it wildly.
Her ivory panties were drenched, like she'd spilled something thick and sticky all over them. The reality check of having leaked that much from a wet dream hit her—but mornings were busy.
“Ugh, seriously...”
Yang Dahee tossed the wet panties into the laundry basket and immediately tied on her apron. As was her habit, she wore nothing underneath.
'Haah, thank god I'm a woman...'
Only a woman could lounge around the house in nothing but her skin.
'Otherwise I'd have gone crazy from the stuffiness.'
To endure office life for her siblings' sake, she needed to be comfortable at home, at least.
“Whew.”
Yang Dahee let out a long breath and organized her thoughts.
For her precious little brother, she could do anything. She was feeling that truth right now.
It was thanks to the little brother she'd seen first thing in the morning.
“You're up early?”
“Noona...”
'He's too cute, Dajun.'
He'd met her eyes and then retreated behind the door, shuffling his feet. Just peeking his face out and looking up at her—it was adorable.
“Hehe...”
A laugh escaped her before she knew it.
Then her gaze drifted to the waistband of her brother's pants.
'Ah...'
Only after her eyes went wide could she take in the bulge jutting out there.
'That's... enormous...'
Her own small, cute little brother was carrying something incredible around.
'That guy from yesterday really wasn't it, huh.'
Even at a glance, the man from the video couldn't compare to this size.
It struck her anew that her brother wore the padded underwear men put on to disguise their endowments.
'He's grown up well.'
The thought that she'd raised her precious little brother well made her chest ache with pride.
'Dajun. My little brother.'
She'd given up her flower-like years to raise him in their parents' place. That was why, when he asked if she liked him, she hadn't been able to answer right away.
“Noona.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Do you like me?”
She thought he'd seen through her. Her heart pounded, her teeth chattering.
“Noona?”
Yang Dajun tilted his head, waiting for an answer. Looking at those bright, clever eyes, she realized—he just meant as family.
'Dajun, you're so naive...'
Even if she'd told him the truth, he probably wouldn't have caught on. So she smiled, as if without a shred of ulterior motive, and said:
“Ah... yeah, I like you. Hehe...”
Those were words she should never say to her little brother. The depravity of it made her pussy grow wet.
Tzzub...
Juice trickled down her bare thigh, and her heart pounded like she was secretly playing a naughty game.
Behind the apron, her hidden pussy squirmed and spilled its juices in secret—while her little brother just stood there, staring blankly with that innocent expression.
Her cheeks trembled, the corners of her mouth threatening to curl up—and then her brother suddenly reached out a hand.
“Noona, you're really warm.”
...Mmhk!
With no chance to react, her head tipped back and all the strength left her body. Her eyes nearly rolled back far enough that she'd have thrown her arms around her brother. What a dangerously tempting little brother he was.
'Did he notice...? No way... jeez...'
Her little brother was eating breakfast in silence. It was because he had no idea what he'd just done in front of a woman.
Embarrassed at having gotten worked up alone, she asked him, for no real reason, about his plans for the day.
“I'm going to school.”
At the unexpected answer, her mouth fell open and she swallowed hard.
'It's dangerous out there...'
There were far too many wolf-like women out there—and sorry as it was to say, maybe being a shut-in like now was actually safer.
'...But I can't let this go on forever.'
It was for her little brother's future.
The women outside were dangerous creatures who would stop at nothing to devour a man—but thankfully, there was one woman she could trust with him. His childhood friend, Lee Yurim.
'He can just go with her. She comes by the house every day anyway.'
Lee Yurim liked Yang Dajun but hadn't confessed yet. So going forward, she'd keep watching carefully and shield her little brother from the other women.
'The only ones allowed at his side are us, Dajun...'
She hugged her brother tight so no one could steal him away. Her small, cute, one-and-only little brother. Remarkably, his body fit perfectly into a woman's embrace.
“Mmm...”
Yang Dahee buried her face against her brother, drew in a deep breath, and savored the tingle at the nape of her neck.
'Refreshing.'
Calling it an ability was a stretch, but sometimes when she smelled the scent coming off her little brother's body, she'd get a premonition that he'd been around other people.
Thankfully, her brother smelled pure.
'Should I stay like this a little longer...'
While she kept her face buried and didn't move, her little brother wrapped an arm around her waist. A signal that he was leaning on his noona.
'Heh.'
Delighted, Yang Dahee was about to wrap her own arms around him deep and squeeze him tight when—
“Hh, hhehk.”
The instant her brother's arm touched her, a shudder ran through her. Like a spark jumping, she jolted so hard her neck nearly snapped back.
'What—what is this?'
Face frozen in bewilderment, she had no choice but to pull her apron down with her hand.
Yang Dahee, keeping an eye on her naive little brother, hurried off to work.
“Haah...”
Even now, she couldn't forget that sensation.
Outside the house, the winter wind was cold—but her body was hot, as if she were standing right beside a furnace.
“Dajun...”
She'd been disqualified as a noona long ago. And if she was already disqualified, then surely a little something on the side wouldn't hurt—so she glanced around.
“No one's here...?”
Confirming that only the wind came rolling past, she pressed herself against the wall. Then, picturing her little brother's face in her mind, she wrapped her arms around her own body.
“Mmmh...”
Her nipples grew thick and heavy.
“Nnnh... I want to take it off...”
She wanted to be free like she was at home. Then the heat pooled hot in her belly would melt away, soft and slow.
Feeling blocked up and stuffy, as if something were caught inside her, she slid her hand downward like a body gliding down a pole.
Tzzub...
Tzzub...
Today, too, she planned to bare her breasts in front of her little brother the moment she got home from work.
After Yang Dahee left, I was left alone in the house, pacing from room to room.
And then—a text arrived on my phone.
“Heh. She's coming over to the house.”
My heart thumping with anticipation, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
It was from Lee Yurim, my childhood friend.