Oh God... Thank You...
I lay on my bed, whispering a silent prayer of gratitude as I waited in breathless anticipation. My eyes were glued to the smartphone chat window. The message I'd sent read: [Noona, didn't my hand smell yesterday?] Right next to it, the little "1" that indicated it had been read had vanished more than ten minutes ago.
But there was no reply from her. Not a single period. Not a single emoji. Just a heavy, storm-before-the-calm silence that filled the entire chat screen.
She read it. She definitely read it.
I swallowed hard, running through every possible scenario in my head.
What the hell? Is this noona actually trying to play hard-to-get with me? Where did a hikikomori even learn teasing skills like that? Did she read some web novel or something? Or maybe... she's so shocked that she doesn't know what to say?
Yeah, the latter seemed more likely. She was probably face-down on her bed right now, muttering "What do I do, what do I do?!" in a full-blown panic. Just imagining it made a smile creep across my lips.
Time dragged on. Ten minutes became thirty. Thirty became a full hour. My anxiety gradually hardened into resolve.
She's not ignoring me. That noona doesn't have the guts for that. Her brain's probably just frozen from panic. Fine. In times like this, the competent little brother has no choice but to go over there and sort out the mess in her head.
I sprang up from the bed. With a solemn expression, I opened my door and stepped out. This time, I wasn't a midnight intruder or conqueror. I was a merciful counselor heading out to save a lost little lamb.
Knock knock.
I rapped on her door with two fingers, as politely as possible.
"Noona, can we talk for a second?"
There was a rustling sound from inside, like something being hastily hidden. A moment later, a tiny voice squeaked through the crack.
"...Y-yeah? What is it?"
"Let's talk face to face. Open the door."
My gentle tone must have eased her guard a little, because after a brief pause, the door creaked open just a sliver. I immediately slipped my body through the gap and closed it behind me. Cutting off any escape route was basic strategy.
Noona was perched precariously on the edge of her bed, head hanging low. Both hands were clutching her smartphone so tightly that she probably hadn't even been able to close the screen with my message still on it.
I pulled over the desk chair and sat down across from her. The atmosphere felt like an interrogation room, with a detective facing a suspect... but I kept my smile firmly in place.
"You saw the message, right? Why didn't you reply?"
Her shoulders twitched. She lowered her head even further, her messy bedhead completely hiding her face. I decided to push a little more. I pointed at the cute hand sanitizer on top of the storage cabinet—the one with a peach illustration on it.
"That thing. The hand sanitizer. Did you buy a new one? It smelled really nice."
At my words, her whole body began to tremble. Realizing she couldn't hide it anymore, she stammered in a voice barely above a whisper, like she was confessing a crime.
"T-that... I thought... there might still be a little... of your smell left..."
Jackpot!
I cheered inwardly. At the same time, I realized my own amateur mistake.
Oh crap. I just wiped it with regular tissues instead of wet wipes, so of course some smell would linger. What a rookie error...!
I vowed to be more thorough with cleanup next time as I put on my most innocent, clueless expression.
"Huh? What smell?"
My question made her look like she was about to cry.
"N-no... it's nothing..."
"What do you mean, nothing? You have to tell me so I can understand. Did my hand smell weird or something?"
I pressed her relentlessly. This innocent noona was weak to pressure. If I pushed just a little harder, she'd definitely spill everything.
Under my persistent questioning, she grew more and more flustered. Her face had turned as red as a tomato about to burst.
"Th-that smell... was..."
"What was it? What kind of smell? You have to say it clearly, Noona."
I leaned forward, bringing my face even closer to hers. We were now less than a handspan apart. She tried to pull back as if she could feel my breath, but the headboard blocked her. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut as if surrendering completely. Then, in a voice as quiet as a mosquito but with perfect pronunciation, she whispered:
"...It was... the smell... of... s-semen..."
"........."
The moment that word left her lips, it felt like every sound in the world had stopped. I held my breath for a second.
YES! YES! YES!
Inside my head, a full-blown samba festival had already erupted. I knew it! And not only that—she'd said it so honestly, even using the proper medical term! This was a green light! The possibilities were endless!
I barely held back the laughter threatening to burst out and put on the most sorrowful, genuinely apologetic expression I could muster. The key was knitting my eyebrows into a perfect '八' shape and drooping the corners of my mouth.
"Really? I'm sorry. I didn't realize the smell would linger. I won't do it while you're sleeping anymore. While you're sleeping."
At my apology, Noona slowly opened her tightly shut eyes. She didn't seem to fully understand what I'd said. She just took it as "I won't do it anymore" and let out a visible sigh of relief.
"R-really...? Thank you..."
Got her.
I offered a silent prayer of thanks to the goddess of victory. And right then, I drove the nail in.
"Yeah. I won't do it while you're sleeping. Instead, I'll ask when you're awake, Noona."
The relief that had appeared on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a giant question mark.
"H-huh...?"
Before she could even process what was happening, I grinned and continued without mercy.
"You promised, so I'll ask right now."
I stood up and, without hesitation, unbuckled my pants. The metallic click echoed unusually loudly in the quiet room. Then I casually plopped down right next to her. Our thighs pressed together. Even through the thin fabric of her tracksuit, I could feel her soft, warm skin. My lower half was already fully prepared for battle.
Noona's brain seemed to have completely shut down at the sudden turn of events. Her eyes were wide open as she kept glancing back and forth between my pants and my face.
"W-wait... Juhyuk, what are you...!"
"Why? You said it was okay, Noona."
I looked back at her with the most innocent face in the world.
"You said it was fine to ask when you're awake. You're not going to break the promise you just made, are you? Especially after you said 'thank you.'"
"N-no... that's not what I meant..."
Noona couldn't say anything else. She was clearly confused about what she'd said and how the situation had escalated like this. Her pure, innocent brain probably couldn't keep up with my clever wordplay.
I gently took her hand and guided it toward my already rock-hard erection. The moment her small hand wrapped around my junior, the starving thing swelled up instantly.
"Alright, let's get started, Noona."
Her hand was trembling faintly. But she didn't pull away. Even that tiny bit of resistance was so adorable I could barely stand it.
"J-Juhyuk... this... this is weird..."
"Come on, Noona. You said it was okay, didn't you?"
Under my relentless insistence, she let out a tiny, teary sigh—"Hiiing..."—and began moving her hand up and down.
"L-like... this...?"
She asked in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry. It wasn't even proper friction—just loosely gripping and shaking it a little. But that clumsy movement, that awkward question, was driving me absolutely insane.
Shit... I'm losing it. I'm seriously losing it!
I bit my lip to hold back my excitement. This noona clearly had no idea just how erotic what she was doing right now was. That inexperienced hand movement finally snapped the last thread of my sanity.
I raised my free hand and, without hesitation, brought it to her chest. The moment my hand made contact—
She flinched hard. Her shoulders shook violently, and her eyes widened like a startled rabbit. But once again, she didn't pull away. The only thing that stopped was the movement of the hand gripping me.
I ignored that and gently cupped her breast over her stretched-out t-shirt.
...Ah.
The soft, overwhelming volume that filled my palm. Was this... a dream?
Oh God... Seven years... This is the sensation I've been dreaming about for seven whole years...!
Ever since that day in middle school when I first saw them, this had been the final destination of all my fantasies and desires. And now I was holding that sacred ground in my own hand. I was so moved I felt like I might cry.
Whether she knew about my awe or not, Noona started moving her hand again, flustered by my touch. Her movements were even more awkward and stiff than before, but it didn't matter. I gently kneaded her breast while receiving her clumsy handjob. The double stimulation was making my mind go blank.
"Haa... Noona, just a little more... Yeah, like that..."
In the end, I couldn't hold out for long. My junior wept bitter white tears in sorrow. And just like that, I left my mark on Noona's hand...
Noona stared blankly back and forth between her hand and my face. As promised, I grabbed the tissues from the storage cabinet and wiped her hand clean, then picked up the peach-scented hand sanitizer and squeezed a generous amount onto her palm.
"There. Now wash up properly. This time it won't smell."
With those words, I left the room with a satisfied smile.
Left all alone, Noona could only stare down in utter despair at the hand sanitizer soaking her hand—and the far thicker trace of him that remained beneath it.