Jangmak
Jangmak
My ability that I've never told anyone about, clairvoyance.
This power that lets me see only through Noona's clothes didn't have any meaningful use.
It would've been great if I could peer through objects or see through other women's clothes.
But this ability specifically focuses on my step-sister's clothes—if I stare intently, they gradually turn transparent, letting me peek inside.
Noona's body was already turning me on as it was, and peeking at her naked form with clairvoyance often made it impossible to hold back, which was actually a problem.
She's my blood-related sister? No, step-sister.
We started living together when I was in high school.
I'd already passed puberty, so suddenly having a step-sister felt awkward.
Since my college days, the clairvoyance kicked in, so Noona often looked like a woman to me—a pretty, sexy woman at that.
Even though we're family.
Even if we don't share blood, our parents remarried, making us legally family, so no matter how pretty she is, I couldn't touch Noona, right?
But now my clairvoyance has gotten stronger.
What am I supposed to make of this?
A pie in the sky? Or the ultimate eye candy power?
A function that lets me peek only Noona's body. The power of this incest-only clairvoyance has leveled up by one stage.
It happened after drinking the breast milk, right? After drinking Noona's breast milk.
Is this the reward?
The reward for milking Noona's breasts in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]?
Should I be happy about this or not?
It's hard to pick just one reaction.
Still, for now, I got to enjoy a live view of Noona's jiggling breasts as she raised her hand to hit me, so that's a win.
I'll chalk it up as a gain and move on.
"Hey, what are you gonna do if you really get in big trouble like that?"
Noona, covering her breasts with her hands, let out a sigh as she stared at the completely empty glass bottle.
Setting aside the fact that I ignored her and drank all of Noona's breast milk, she was worried I might get sick from chugging 500mL of breast milk from some shady, inexplicable room.
Noona lives freely saying whatever she wants to me, but she's a born scaredy-cat.
Her eyebrows curved downward in worry that something might go wrong with me after drinking the breast milk.
"I seem fine. Aside from my stomach being full from downing 500mL at once, there's nothing else. Actually, I'm pretty satisfied."
"Ugh, ugh."
She lightly punches me like she's scolding me. But Noona's fluffy punches never hurt anyway, and she's not really mad—she's just embarrassed and worried, so it's barely a touch.
"......"
She stares at the glass bottle, now milky white with a bit of residue left.
With all the breast milk from [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] drunk up, there's no evidence left that we were ever trapped in that room.
I was curious what might happen if I drank the breast milk, so I gave it a shot, but the only change was my clairvoyance getting stronger. And I couldn't tell Noona about this enhanced clairvoyance.
Not to anyone else, but especially not to Noona.
Because who would want to live with a step-brother who can sneak a peek their naked body anytime?
Unless we became lovers who don't care about that stuff between siblings, sharing nudity is taboo territory.
I've kept my ability hidden from Noona all this time.
"What should we do with the leftover glass bottle?"
"I don't know, do whatever you want."
Exhausted or relieved, Noona slumped over the dining chair, head down.
Looks like she's trying to rest in that prone position.
Her eyes are relaxed.
She blinks lazily, totally limp, but every now and then shoots me a prim little glance.
Seemingly a mix of emotions about feeding her breast milk to her step-brother, and recalling what happened in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]. She just stayed quietly slumped.
I scratched my head and stashed the empty glass bottle in my room.
Throwing it out felt iffy, and using it as a dish seemed sketchy.
I tucked it away carefully out of sight.
That night after escaping [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk].
Nothing out of the ordinary has happened since.
Drinking Noona's breast milk made my clairvoyance work even better on her clothes, giving me more convenient opportunities to sneak a peek Noona's body.
No major outward changes.
Noona's not producing breast milk anymore, and I'm normal.
We locked the front door tight in case we got kidnapped again while sleeping, kept our phones close for instant contact, but nothing like that sudden abduction happened again.
We went back to our daily routine, attending university.
"Hey, you guys ever heard of a 'room you can't leave unless you have sex'?"
I casually asked while eating with my college friends.
Couldn't straight-up mention [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk], so I phrased it as the sex version to steer the convo.
Maybe these guys know something?
"A room you can't leave unless you have sex?"
"Isn't that from some smut story?"
"Cha Yu-hyeon, you read smut? What'd you see?"
My friends perked up with interest.
Not really dining table talk, but college dudes never skip out on 19+ chatter.
They immediately dove into smut story giggles.
"Anyone ever been trapped in a 'room you can't leave unless you have sex'?"
"You crazy bastard, stop watching so much porn."
"But getting trapped in a sex room sounds awesome, right? Even a virgin loser could get laid."
"Still, if it's with you, girls would rather die than come out."
"I'd choose death. I'd rather die than sex with you! Got principles."
"What if it's two guys trapped?"
"Fuckin' hell, then you'd have to die."
The chat was fun but not helpful. Just general knowledge of the 'room you can't leave unless you xx' trope.
Nothing circled beyond that.
No one else trapped in that room besides us, no related info.
I kept asking around whenever I could, scoured the internet, but found zilch.
So what the hell was that room we were in?
Even laughing and joking with friends, I'd occasionally recall what happened to us.
After escaping [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk], Noona and I initially obsessed over it, trying to dig up info.
But with no clues, we stopped talking about it quick.
It was all too lewd to bring up again without cringing.
I hugged Noona, rubbed my dick on her ass while milking her.
Groped her breasts like crazy in the process.
Noona thought I couldn't see her getting milked because of the black towel over my eyes, but I saw everything with clairvoyance.
I touched, fondled, pulled, pushed, kneaded her raw breasts.
Did whatever I wanted and squeezed out 500mL of breast milk.
Even tasted the milk I squeezed.
Way past any sibling boundaries.
But it was unavoidable given the situation, so no blaming each other, no awkward mentions, no showing it still lingered in our minds. We just lived with it.
Noona's behavior changed a bit after.
She used to strut around braless at home, flaunting her tits, but now she wears a bra.
Seems like she's trying to keep more distance, maintain sibling lines.
Did she start conscious of me? Or was she always aware but pretending not to, and now thinks parading braless tits is risky post-incident?
Couldn't read Noona's mind exactly.
But one thing's sure: Noona acting shy around me, covering her tits with a bra, hiding her panties and pants from me.
With enhanced clairvoyance, I could pretend not to and peek anyway, so the more she hid, the hornier it made me.
Used to be no-bra t-shirt > tits. Now bra t-shirt > bra > tits. More layers to pierce, more fun?
Noona doesn't know, but I vividly remember—complete with visuals—the feel of rubbing my dick on her ass, kneading and milking her tits.
Being home with Noona got me so horny I could barely hold back from jerking off more.
"Hoo."
I try to erase Noona from my mind, jerk off to a porn star instead.
Seeing the porn star's tits just makes me see Noona's, recall the taste of her breast milk from back then, but cumming settles me down a bit.
With a clear head, I think about [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] we were trapped in.
No idea who, why, or for what reason locked us in there.
But is this really the end?
The usual 'room you can't leave unless you have sex' cliché aims to make the guy and girl fuck, but if the story continues post-escape, one lockup ain't the finale.
We might get trapped in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] again.
But.
Nah, no way.
It won't be exactly like that cliché, right?
Noona and I even avoid ordering combo pizza from that chain, cautiously going about our days.
Cha Hye-rin was sitting at the table with Cha Yu-hyeon, eating breakfast before heading to school together.
"Yuhyeon-ah."
"?"
"No, it's nothing."
"What? Why start and stop?"
"Just eat your rice."
"......"
Cha Yu-hyeon gives her a suspicious look as she cuts him off curtly.
Still, she held back what she wanted to say.
Something had been bothering her lately, but she wasn't sure if she should tell her little brother.
After being trapped with her brother in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] and escaping, they'd deliberately avoided talking about the room or anything embarrassing.
Deep down, she felt extreme shame about having her breasts milked by her step-brother.
Getting milked was already shameful with her step-brother, but even worse was climaxing while trembling in his arms.
The strength he used holding her while milking was pretty intense, and Cha Hye-rin had felt her brother's powerful muscles she never knew about, and his masculine pressure, half-losing her mind.
Climaxing in her brother's arms, squirting breast milk and juices—where's a sluttier sister than that?
If he hadn't had that black towel over his eyes, Cha Hye-rin might've run away from home in embarrassment.
But she couldn't tell that same brother about the recent thing.
Too embarrassing to even bring up.
She cooled her face silently, peeked at Cha Yu-hyeon's reaction, then pretended casual as they left for university.
But the moment she passed through the university gate.
A bad feeling started creeping in.
"Ugh..."
Her breasts began to throb faintly.
Just like in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] when the breast milk started flowing—stinging deep inside her chest.
She thought it'd pass with time.
But it's getting worse.
'Still, no breast milk's coming out yet...'
It'll be fine.
Cha Hye-rin figured since they'd escaped [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk], no way her body would produce breast milk again.
Couldn't tell if the chest pangs were psychological or nerves physically pressing inside.
'Why only when I enter university!'
That's why Cha Hye-rin grew more suspicious and baffled. This feeling only hit when entering university. It was fine at home or elsewhere.