Full Swing, Sweet Dreams
After Yang Dahee got back from the convenience store, she settled in front of her computer to knock out the rest of her work.
"Haam…."
Her focus had slipped. When she checked the time, the night had already grown deep.
It's this late already?
Yang Dahee stole a glance to the side. Light was leaking through the crack of a closed door.
Dajun's still not asleep, huh.
Yang Dami was sitting behind her too, glued to her phone. Judging by the way she was hammering at the screen, she was probably surfing the internet.
Yang Dahee decided it was time for a breather herself.
I'll just skim the top posts today.
Every so often, a guy would post a verification photo. Pleading for a hug with his arms spread wide, or asking the noonas for a kiss because he'd never had anyone but them.
And every time, Yang Dahee would look at the photo and picture Yang Dajun in her head.
"Heheh."
Chuckling to herself, she began reading through the posts one by one. Most of the titles were trivial nonsense, but one post stood out — it had been racking up upvotes at a blistering pace.
Someone must've posted a verification.
Yang Dahee glanced behind her. Yang Dami was still lost in her phone. Seizing the moment, she tapped into the thread.
"Ah…."
Yang Dahee hastily clapped a hand over her mouth. She'd almost gasped out loud without meaning to.
It was the only size a woman like Yang Dahee — who had lived her whole life without ever knowing a man — could even imagine.
It looks just like….
Staring at that anonymous verification photo, one person came to mind. Her little brother, who was probably rolling around cooped up in his room even now.
Yang Dahee swiftly saved the image and scrolled on. She left the comment section open and sank into a daze.
It's way too similar to Dajun's.
She'd only seen it once in the dead of night, but it was burned into her memory. The favor a noona had done for her little brother after he came home smelling of another woman. It had happened exactly once — and that once had been more than enough.
Heheh. Still, I think ours is bigger.
A elbow always bends inward, after all.
With that thought warming her chest, Yang Dahee started typing a comment.
The only man Yang Dahee knew was exactly one.
A reply dropped in below.
How would you know what I do and don't have?
Yang Dahee frowned.
Picking a fight for no reason. I have Dajun, thank you very much.
She was tempted to upload a photo of her little brother just to shut them up. Everyone would swarm in crying with envy — does a man like this actually exist?
Heheh, my little brother is adorable.
By the looks of it, girls were already swarming him.
She'd gotten way too invested and was about to hammer out another reply when a commotion erupted behind her — the sound of someone kicking back their chair and springing up.
"Huh?"
"Ah, ja—…."
Ja…?
When she looked over in confusion, the girl hastily amended herself.
"Gotta use the bathroom."
And then — bang. Yang Dami sprinted off and shouldered her way through the door.
Was it that urgent?
She acted all prickly, but she had her cute moments.
Yang Dahee let out a small snort and scrolled back up. In the lull while she was alone, she checked the photo again.
Yeah. It definitely looks like his.
She opened her secret folder and compared it against what she'd captured the other night. The size, the shape — at a glance, it was her little brother's.
But Yang Dahee shook her head.
It's gotta be someone else's. He'd have been shredded to ribbons if it were his.
Which was exactly why he'd gone and verified his photo on the internet — or so she reasoned. With that, Yang Dahee dutifully put the thought out of her mind.
What was certain was that her little brother came flooding into her head.
Dajun's nothing like these guys.
A little brother who'd never known a woman. A little brother who clung to his noona and noona alone.
"Heheh."
Breathing a soft sigh through her nose, Yang Dahee pulled up the photo file. She dragged the window over and laid it right on top of the picture the anonymous poster had uploaded.
Picturing her little brother, she studied the screen at her leisure.
It felt as if Yang Dajun himself were speaking to her. As if he were telling her to ignore everyone else and look only at him. A huge cock shown to his noona and his noona alone.
The thought of it was so endearing that she just stared at it, nodding along.
"Mm…."
Yang Dahee squeezed her thighs together. The harder she pressed, the deeper the ache settled into them.
"Hnngh…."
Before long, the place between her legs began to throb — and then to buzz with little electric jolts.
Meanwhile, Yang Dami was staring at her phone too. With Dajun holed up in his room and her noona hunched over work right in front of her, she was just killing time because sleep wouldn't come.
"Hmmm."
Nothing but boring threads.
She was about to close the window with a sigh when—
Huh?
A post whose upvote count was climbing at a blistering rate caught Yang Dami's eye.
"Hey noonas"… so it's a guy, probably.
Chin propped on one hand, she tapped it open with the other. She only clicked because the response looked heated — she couldn't care less about men. This was the Yang Dami who got confessed to every single day and turned every single one of them down flat.
But then—
"Huh."
The moment she scrolled down, her eyes went wide. Alarmed by her own reaction, Yang Dami swiped the screen away in a flash.
What the—!
The screen had been nothing but a wall of flesh. Trembling, Yang Dami cautiously slid it back up.
Gah— she gulped down a breath.
Th-that's real….
She yanked the screen back down in a panic, but the image kept flickering behind her eyelids. No matter how many times she blinked, the afterimage refused to fade.
She had zero intention of dating a man — so why was her heart pounding like this?
And one particular person kept surfacing in her mind, over and over.
Dammit… why are YOU showing up here?
She whipped her head back and forth. Her hair slapped against her face, and somehow that seemed to knock some sense back into her.
"Ugh."
No. It wasn't him.
Yang Dami kicked back her chair and shot to her feet.
"Dammi—…."
Yang Dahee looked up from her work.
"Huh?"
"Ah, ja—…."
Dam—
I almost slipped up!
After a hard swallow, Yang Dami rapidly backpedaled.
"Gotta use the bathroom."
And off she darted, feet flying.
Her heart thudded in time with her footsteps. Her nipples prickled too.
Dammit, I'm such a moron!
Whatever. It was all Yang Dajun's fault. He kept flashing before her eyes and—
It'd be one thing if he just grinned at her like an idiot, but now she couldn't stop thinking about that thing.
Seriously, I KNOW it's not big, okay!?
When he'd hugged me, the thing poking out was just his thick clothes, that's all. I know exactly what I felt!
She simply refused to accept it. There was no way he was anywhere near the size of that photo. He was smaller than her — there was no way he could make her heart race like this.
Yang Dami leaned against the bathroom door again, huffing and puffing, one hand rubbing slow circles over her lower belly.
"Nnn…."
Something hot was pooling there. Every downward sweep of her palm sent a flush of warmth spreading through her.
A whining, buzzing hum spread through her whole body — and then it jabbed its way up into her head.
"Why…?"
Yang Dami put a hand to her head, patting at it, hoping the tingling would sink back down.
"What's wrong with me…?"
Her hand slowed. And then, in its place, began to caress.
"Why am I touching myself…?"
Yang Dajun came to mind. She pouted her lips and began to stroke herself with one hand, head bowed, murmuring.
"Why do you keep touching me…?"
On some stray jolt of sensation, her fingertip brushed the tip of her breast. The barest graze — and her whole body jolted upright.
"Hyaaang…."
Before she knew it, she was hunched over, knees buckling.
Yang Dami twisted her legs together and whimpered.
"You dummy. Like that body's what you're into anyway…."
Yang Dami thought of the other women. Yurim and Yang Dahee — the women her oppa fawned all over. Every last one of them built like a grown woman, huge chests and hourglass curves to match.
Seriously, and then they act like they're not trying.
Dajun had even ended up receiving photos of Yurim-noona while resting at the mart. Sure, it had been an accident — but Yang Dami couldn't forget the look on his face.
She glared resentfully down at her own chest.
Dammit. There's barely anything there.
That was about Dajun too. The feel of his body when she'd squeezed him earlier — smaller and softer than her own.
And yet THAT part of him is huge? Seriously, unbelievable….
Lips pressed into a razor-thin line, Yang Dami pinched her nipple.
"Hnngh…!"
It was infuriating — her own oppa, of all people, flickering before her eyes again and again. Her shy, hidden nipple felt like it might burst out at any second.
"Mmm… mm…."
Legs winding tighter and tighter, Yang Dami kneaded her own chest.
"Mine's going to grow too. Hahh…!"
That was how she stood there in the bathroom, desperately choking back the moans trying to spill out of her.
It was a little while later that Yang Dami emerged. She walked out with her lips pressed shut against the feeling of her nipple being wrung tight—
"Dami?"
—and collided head-on with Yang Dajun, just coming out of his room.
"Nnn…."
Yang Dami's face went up in flames.
The big room that doubled as the living room. I'd only come out to grab some water before bed.
Hm?
I ran into Yang Dahee.
"Noona?"
"Hyaaahk!"
What the heck? Why is she like that?
The instant I opened the door, our eyes met, and she shot up out of her chair all on her own.
"I-I'm working."
Answering a question nobody asked, she fidgeted in her seat. Then, out of nowhere, she snapped into perfect posture — spine ramrod straight, legs squared off at a perfect right angle. She looked genuinely uncomfortable, frozen stiff like that.
"What's gotten into you? Noona, fixing her posture of all things."
"It's called basics. Heh-heh-heh."
She let out an awkward laugh, clearly embarrassed herself.
I laughed it off too, glanced around the room, and asked,
"Where's Dami, anyway?"
"Bathroom. Coming out right now."
Following Yang Dahee's chin-point, I turned around. The door slid open and my eyes met Yang Dami's.
"Mmm…."
Her face was oddly scarlet, like she'd been holding her breath the whole way out.
"Dami?"
"Nngh…."
Yang Dami lifted her head — then flinched her eyes away like she'd seen something she couldn't bear to look at. And as she brushed right past me, I had to bite back a smirk.
Mmm, nice.
I decided to count my blessings that she hadn't picked a fight. No chit-chat — drink my water and get back to bed. Even if something was bothering the women of this house, none of them would chase me all the way into my room.
Having gulped down my water, I quietly returned to my room. Neither my noona nor my little sister tried to stop me.
Ahh, sore all over. Tonight I'm sleeping deep.
And I sank straight into sleep.
Huh.
"It's a dream."
I looked around. Nothing but an endless white void, a single blanket on the floor — and me, lying on it.
"Mmm?"
And then there was someone straddling me, thumping away at me with both fists.
A woman I didn't know.
"Who…."
My mouth wouldn't quite cooperate. I tried to squint at her face.
She's wearing white. Like someone from the old days.
I couldn't see her clearly, but I could feel it — she was a beauty.
My cock snapped fully upright.
Swallowing a laugh, I played the innocent.
"Noona, where is this?"
"That's not what matters. Dajun! Wake up at once!"
"Huh?"
She grabbed me and started shaking me without warning — it was doing a number on my head. I just blinked at her, dumbfounded.
"Umm, I don't wanna get up…."
I wanted to be cradled by my noona, so I tried throwing a little tantrum.
And then a shadow fell over me.
"Dajun. Do you mean that?"
Um… why are you raising your hand?
The whole mood had shifted.
"Then I suppose there's no helping it."
"Noona?"
Her arm kept rising higher and higher. My eyes flew wide open and I scrambled to react — but the woman moved faster.
"Dajun."
The white-robed woman twisted her whole body around and—
"Be grateful for this."
—with a voice as cold as a frozen lake, unloaded a full swing straight into me.
Gah—!
And I woke up.
"Haaahk!"
My eyes snapped open to a darkness black as ink. A pitch-black night where I truly couldn't see a thing. Waking mid-sleep had left my whole body leaden and heavy.
Ugh… feels like sleep paralysis.
Hold on.
Paralysis?
My foggy head began to clear like mist burning off. It felt like someone was pressing down on my body.
Every hair on my skin stood on end. I gulped down my spit and thought:
…It is sleep paralysis, right?