The Night Visitor
What the— was this sleep paralysis?
I thought I'd woken up from a dream, but my body felt heavy. Like someone was pressing down on me from above. I started to open my eyes out of reflex and then froze in alarm.
No, absolutely not.
What if I looked and it turned out to be a ghost? Thankfully, I hadn't opened my eyes all the way. All I'd seen was pitch-black darkness anyway.
A passing thought struck me, and I mused to myself. Hm… was my room always this dark?
It was dark as if something were covering it, and a cold shiver crawled up my spine. Even granting that I was paralyzed, something felt off. The fine hairs on my skin stood on end.
Ugh, my heart's already hammering itself to death, and now this.
It was because of the way I'd been yanked out of that dream. Some woman had slapped me across the face out of nowhere, telling me to wake up.
I wrinkled my brow slightly. It still stings. Ugh, it felt so real.
What kind of dream even was that? Hitting me in the face while telling me I had to get up. You'd be hard-pressed to find a weirder nightmare.
…Shame, though. It was nice having a beauty there.
She wore white, which reminded me of someone from long ago, and there was just something about the air she gave off. Of course, my vision had been blurry in the dream, so everything had a hazy quality. Even trying to move my limbs felt like squirming underwater. That was why I'd only blinked, trying to make out the face of the woman straddling me.
Hold on.
Straddling me?
I snapped to attention at the thought. I held my breath and focused on the sensation pressing down on my body.
"Ugh…."
Something was bearing down firmly from my solar plexus to my chest. It was like having two large balls set on top of my body—far too heavy for comfort.
This is….
Was I actually sleep paralysis–ed or not?
The back of my neck went cold.
Sluuurp.Ugh….Shlp.Nngh….Chuuurp—!Ahh—!
I was on the verge of losing my breath as my cock felt like it was being sucked away. My eyes stayed squeezed shut—I couldn't bring myself to open them—as I lay pinned beneath something, doing nothing at all.
Shluuurp—!
My cock was swallowed again. The pressure squeezing my shaft so tightly nearly made me burst out the breath I was holding.
"Shlp, shk…."
Through my muffled ears came the wet sound of someone gulping down drool. Shff…. A long, slender finger wrapped around my cock. I could feel her fingers.
Squeeze….
Something enormous, round like balls. Two heavy weights pressing down on my chest.
So it wasn't sleep paralysis?
The moist sensation, the hot breath panting against me—there was no way this was fake. Someone really had climbed on top of my body.
Slirp….
Just when I thought she'd paused, something soft and pillowy brushed against the head of my cock. A tongue traced teasingly along the underside of the tip, and the maddening sensation wrung a breath out of me before I could stop it.
"Hnn…."
At the same time my back arched and I tried to push myself up—
Rustle.
Huh?
Rustle.
Huh, huh… what is that?
It was a strange, crinkling sound. And it was coming from very close to my face. Right up against my ear—the noise made me freeze mid-motion, as though my whole body had locked up.
"Hm?"
Then a woman's voice reached me, muffled and indistinct, as if she were speaking with her mouth full of water.
Can't make it out….
I held perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe. Something shifted softly, tickling my chest. Big and pillowy. Is she pressing her butt against me?
A plump, oversized rear squashed against my chest. My cock was sucked away again.
"Shlup, shk—"
My cock was devoured by the woman's mouth. Every time it brushed her palate, she pressed down hard on the head. When my shaft slid deep into her throat and back out, soft lips pressed against the tip in a devoted little kiss.
"Mwah, smack."
Then her tongue peeked out and coiled around my shaft, and every time it did, her hips swayed gently on top of me.
Hnn… my chest is getting hot.
Warmth seeped between her cheeks and spread all the way into my ribcage, a tingling itch. She clearly didn't think I would wake up, because she didn't stop—she just kept sucking away at my cock.
I tried to steal that opening and carefully lift my eyelids, but… What the—
There was nothing to see. Nothing but pitch-black dark in front of me. Even the sounds reaching me were muffled, as if blocked by something.
No way….
I intuited the reason for all that rustling at the slightest movement. It was a plastic bag.
If she's gone as far as putting a bag over my face, she means business.
My head began to ache. I'd thought we regarded each other as family. Apparently not.
No, wait—it could just be her trying to relieve an itch.
I forced myself to think positively, but on top of my body, someone was still swallowing my cock down.
"Mmph, mmh… shlup… smack…."
My thighs grew tauter and tauter, but I decided I couldn't just bolt upright. Anyone who'd ambush someone's bed was far past the point of reason.
If I wake up here, there's no talking my way out of it. Haa, I'll have to play dead for now.
My heart was pounding itself ragged, but I forced my breathing to keep its rhythm. With my eyes closed again, I worked through the situation in my head. I remember greeting Dahee and Dami, then falling asleep alone in my room.
So one of the women of our household had ambushed me, and I'd woken up in the middle of it. Deep in the night, someone had barged into my room.
Dahee? Or Dami? Who the hell is it?
The big sister who doted on me and me alone, or the little sister who did nothing but snap at me. Whichever it was, she'd lost her mind enough to pounce on me.
They never showed any signs of that, though….
No answer came. I wanted to believe they didn't see me as a man—that it was pure lust, done in the heat of the moment. That meant the kisses on my cock were impulsive acts too.
Shffff.
Hips swayed gently on top of me. Ah, please….
Contrary to my hopes, her mouth didn't stop. My cock kept getting sucked away.
Shk, shk, shk, shk… shlup….
She showed no intention of quitting. All I could do was keep my eyes shut, relax my thighs, and endure it for as long as I possibly could.
The next morning, I opened my eyes slowly. The bed I'd somehow grown used to, the cramped little room. It should have been a morning like any other, but I just lay there, dazed and empty-headed.
"It wasn't a dream."
My body was damp, as if I'd sweated through the night—and there was a musk rising off me. I hurriedly lifted my buried head and knit my brow. It was a smell no man's body could ever produce.
How long did she keep at it…?
Between mouthing my cock and licking every inch of my body, a female scent had soaked into every corner of me. Not a spot had been left untouched—thank God she'd only used her mouth.
She went far enough to bag my head. How did she hold back?
The reason she'd only licked and sucked at me. It might not have been a simple act of lust after all. I had no idea who had done it, either.
Dahee and Dami are built differently. I thought I'd be able to tell by feel.
But every time she touched my body she slyly shifted her position, so I'd never gotten a clue. Raking my fingers through my hair, I got up and started to walk. The wastebasket caught my eye.
No way. Surely not.
I flicked the lid with a pop and peeked inside—it was empty.
"Ha…."
Every tissue I'd thrown away yesterday was gone. I knew this was that kind of world, but she'd put her hands on those soaked, used tissues?
She's an animal. And here I thought she was family.
It was so absurd I almost laughed out loud. Haa, honestly. It should have ended after one time. Racking my brains, I walked toward the door. Beyond it, one of the two—Yang Dahee or Yang Dami—was waiting. One of them was the culprit.
"You up?"
"Yeah, Sis."
I was the one who'd been ambushed, yet here I was, fidgeting like the guilty party.
"Idiot, why are you up so late?"
"Haa, sorry."
Even trying to speak normally, I sounded awkward. But if I acted natural, they'd never suspect I'd woken up mid-act. A beat late, I scratched my head and looked the two of them over carefully.
"Hmph, what are you staring at?"
"Right? Dajun, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Dahee smiled at me as she always did, and Yang Dami grumbled away as usual. But there was a reason I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Sis.
Her breasts were out again today. My gaze kept drifting toward those huge, heavy tits, but that wasn't even the problem. …Why is she naked from the waist down?
She didn't appear to be wearing any underwear at all—her mound was just fully on display. And Dami….
After baring her chest again yesterday, she seemed to be copying her big sister, because now she'd gone completely nude.
What is wrong with you two?
My heart thudded helplessly in my chest. In a word: gorgeous women were standing fully naked in front of me. Tension gathered between my legs.
Haa, this isn't me getting turned on because they're family.
My cock was simply reacting man-to-woman. What happened to me last night had to be the same thing. But obviously I have to hold it in. These are my sister and my little sister.
Keeping a discreet grip on my waistband, I walked out. A fully laid table was already waiting for me. The women of our household greeted me in the nude.
"Sit down already, let's eat."
"Honestly. I'm starving to death thanks to him."
They waved me into my seat, but their bodies moved with an odd, exaggerated energy. Yang Dahee's huge breasts bouncing and swaying, Yang Dami flashing nothing but the inner curves of her small chest. I wedged myself between them and started eating.
…They keep staring at me.
As if the two of them had planned it together, their eyes stayed fixed only on me. Every now and then they'd smooth back their hair, baring those sleek, glossy armpits. Playing ignorant, I tilted my head and spoke up.
"Sis, I've got a question."
"What."
She answered with her mouth full, so I asked carefully.
"Did you come into my room? Last night?"
"Hm?"
She stopped her spoon mid-air and looked at me.
"No."
A slight shake of her head, and her mouth was moving again. That same soft smile she reserved just for me. I stared hard at her face, determined not to miss a single expression, but there wasn't a flicker of agitation anywhere.
Not Dahee, then.
This time I asked Yang Dami.
"Dami, what about you?"
"What about you."
"Did you come into my room?"
Yang Dami scowled.
"What kind of question is that? Honestly, why would I go to your room?"
A perfectly ordinary reaction. When I tilted my head, she shot back at me.
"Why are you asking, anyway?"
Yang Dahee turned her eyes to me too. Hm…. How was I supposed to put this? I fumbled for an answer and settled on brushing it off.
"Nothing. I guess I confused it with a dream."
"What? That's it? Bland as ever. Hfft⋯ Let's just finish eating."
She snorted a little laugh and attacked her chopsticks with renewed speed, while Yang Dahee looked at me instead of bringing the food to her own mouth.
"Sis?"
"Nothing. Here, eat this too. Hfft."
"Whoa—thanks."
Isn't that way too much?
"Hey, Yang Dajun."
"What is it now."
"Why aren't you eating this? At your age, and you're a picky eater?"
I literally just ate that.
"Quit whining and shovel it in."
"Ugh, Sis."
"Here. This, and this too."
"I'm full. Stop giving me food."
I waved my hands in refusal, but Yang Dami was faster.
"Just eat it."
"Ghh, Sis."
"Dajun, when we give you food, you eat all of it."
The two women turned their bodies toward me and watched me eat. Chopsticks never stopping, they kept transferring side dishes into my bowl, stuffing my mouth until my cheeks bulged. I felt like livestock being fattened up.
…Something's off here, isn't it?
Night, again. It was time to sleep, but I was out in the living room, clutching a pillow in my arms, standing among the women of our household.
"Honestly, Yang Dajun."
"Wh-what."
"Dajun?"
"Yes, Sis?"
Yang Dahee scratched her head, looking troubled, while Yang Dami leaned against the wall and glared at me. Whatever they thought of it, I was already planted firmly on top of the bedding spread out between the two of them.
This way, they can't ambush me, right?
If I slept in my own room, they'd come barging in again. So I intended to squeeze in between the two of them and sleep there. Ignoring their stares entirely, I flopped down onto my spot.
"Either way, I'm sleeping here tonight."
"Hfft, fine. Sleep with me, then."
Typical Dahee—she loves it. That beaming smile as she made room for me was the exact face of a big sister doting on her little brother.
Same as always.
Yang Dami was no different.
"Tch, then give me your room back."
"Dajun's a man. He should have it to himself."
"What does that matter? Honestly…."
She was the one insisting she wanted to sleep alone. Grumbling about having to share a bed with me—perfectly in character.
How am I supposed to suspect the culprit after seeing this?
I couldn't believe that one of these two had tried to pounce on me. I just wanted to believe they were women in the full flower of their years and had acted on impulse.
Neither of them would have developed feelings for me.
So I figured that if I slept wedged between the two of them, neither would touch me again. While I was steadying my breath, Yang Dahee switched off the light and called out her goodnights.
"Goodnight, girls."
"Night, Sis."
"G'night."
I should sleep like this from now on.
My heart settled a little. The tension drained out of me like water. Convinced nothing would happen tonight, my whole body went soft and drowsy.
And just like that, I was sinking into sleep.