A Guilty Conscience
Gulp. Gulp.
The hot thing trapped between my breasts wriggled. With him finishing inside the cleavage, liquid squeezed out through the gaps. It surged upward once, then trickled down in a long, sticky line.
Song Hamin’s legs gave a sharp twitch—proof he’d come properly this time. Unlike when he was asleep, he’d held out a little before letting go, so the satisfaction had to be different.
I lifted my chest a little. Because it was packed full of cum, the cock he’d been rubbing against was coated in the thick fluid too. Every slight shift of the breasts pressed tight around it made a wet, squelching motion. The viscosity was so heavy that forcing them apart would have produced a sticky peeling sound.
After all that thrusting and rocking while still buried deep, nothing seemed left inside; it just twitched and stirred faintly.
“Wow, you really came a lot.”
The thick liquid looked ready to spill out from under the breasts I was still cupping from below. The friction had left them hot and stinging. I couldn’t exactly call the feeling good, but separately, it felt like I’d closed a little of the distance with Song Hamin, and that satisfaction was something else entirely.
Maybe the awkwardness that had settled between us had eased just a bit.
“Haa…”
Song Hamin seemed satisfied in his own way. The deep breath he took made that clear.
Having gotten a good result first thing in the morning, it was time to head back and clean up.
“Uh.”
“Huh?”
But getting out turned out not to be so easy. The moment I realized the voice outside the door belonged to Mom, my whole body locked up. I never dreamed she would be awake this early; my eyes went wide.
Song Hamin was just as startled. He scrambled up, yanked a wad of tissues from the box on the desk, wiped himself in a frantic rush, and yanked his pants back on.
“You hide it too—hurry.”
“W-wait…”
I hadn’t even wiped yet. He didn’t spare me a single tissue; he just grabbed my bra and yanked it down over me. Startled, I decided there was no helping it and scrambled to pull my clothes on.
Song Hamin’s panic was plain to see. His eyes darted around the air, not knowing where to look. Watching him made me tense up too; my lips went bone-dry.
Unless Mom walked into my room or this one, we probably wouldn’t get caught—but that didn’t mean I could fully relax.
My heart pounded. I touched my lips with my fingers, wondering if I’d done something stupid. I never imagined Mom would get up this early in the morning. I’d deliberately aimed for the dead of night to time it right, and now this.
If I’d known, I would have waited for a safer window. The times she left the house to meet friends were a little too ambiguous. And with Song Hamin throwing up iron walls every day lately, chances like this were rare. For someone who had to aim for moments when his guard was down, there just weren’t many opportunities.
I was still trying to settle the awkwardness in my gut when Song Hamin also stiffened and focused on the sounds outside. He listened for a long while, then finally let out a breath. Realizing it was a sigh of relief, I curled in on myself a little.
“She go in?”
“Yeah. What the hell are you doing this early…?”
“Just trying to loosen you up a little. Ever since Mom came back it seemed like you weren’t doing it.”
Was that too blunt? The corner of my mouth twisted. I tried to smile, but my face was too stiff for it to come easily. I snuck a look at his expression, then fidgeted, clutching the hem of my clothes.
“No, it’s just… you’ve been avoiding me so much that things felt a little awkward, so I thought…”
At the words I’d forced out, Song Hamin clutched his head.
“It’s because every time I’m with you our bodies keep swapping. And if hugging is the condition, you know that’s even more dangerous, right? We have to do it at least twice to switch back.”
That was a lie, though. I barely swallowed the words that had risen all the way to my throat. Hearing that he was keeping his distance because of the fake condition I’d thrown out almost made me hesitate. The fact that I had nearly fallen into the very trap I’d set myself sent a chill crawling over my skin.
Still, if I didn’t resolve this somehow, the situation would just keep dragging on, and that made the hesitation deepen. While I was stuck wondering what to do, a bright idea suddenly sparked.
If he thinks the condition is hugging while he’s still inside, then once we swap even once he’ll come hug me on his own, right?
Pushing too hard might breed resentment, but seeing him actively looking for a studio to move out into made me feel I needed to put some brakes on it. I had to remember that if a person only tries to stay likable, they can end up never getting what they actually want.
“Then just do that a little.”
“Forget it. Behave yourself while Mom’s here.”
That would mean until January. It was only October now.
Apparently I was the one who saw a body and just lunged. I’d avoided guys for exactly that reason, and now here I was in this state—it was almost funny. Even so, the mere thought of other men still made my face scrunch up, and I shook my head.
I didn’t know why, but once you’d crossed that line with someone, it really was more comfortable. Maybe I’d already thought of him as an easy person to be around and had just been acting freely because of that.
I pouted and looked up at Song Hamin. Whether it was from rubbing against him so often or not, the resistance really had faded a lot. I never used to imagine we’d end up in a relationship like this.
Why was that? Maybe constantly being exposed to this kind of thing had messed with my head.
“You came like you enjoyed it. It’s still hot, you know.”
“—That’s because you… no. I mean… never mind.”
He let out a sharp breath. His head must have been throbbing; he pressed a hand to his temple. I tugged the clothes I’d been clutching and lifted my chest a little to show him. In the cool air I almost imagined a faint wisp of steam rising from between my breasts.
I’d covered them with the bra for now, but the sticky, wet sensation was still there. Song Hamin had only wiped his own dick and hadn’t even given me a tissue for the mess he’d made all over my chest, so of course I was left like this.
“You came all over me like this.”
“…You want to do it?”
“A little?”
“I don’t want to swap.”
“Then don’t hug me.”
“How am I supposed to do it without hugging…”
Song Hamin seemed to want it in his own way; he hesitated a little. Sex itself probably hadn’t been bad. Before, once I’d teased him enough, he’d thrust on his own. It had felt good, so maybe that was why he hadn’t completely resisted the chest thing either.
“We can do it from behind.”
“There… is a bit…”
“You crazy bastard.”
This time I had no choice but to swear. When I said “from behind,” I hadn’t meant that behind, but I could tell exactly where Song Hamin’s mind had gone. I glared at him with narrowed eyes for a long moment. He looked embarrassed; the corner of his mouth didn’t know what to do with itself. The fidgeting expression turned sheepish.
“Hey, the way you said it…”
“So you actually wanted to, huh?”
“……”
“Well, we did leave it half-finished last time.”
“Mom’s here, so just go for now.”
“Ow—don’t push my face.”
His palm pressed against my face hard enough that I thought my nose would flatten. It stung so much my eyes almost watered. I frowned and stared straight at him, but this time he didn’t care. It wasn’t quite shameless—more like the usual indifference—so I had nothing to say.
“…I’ll go out like I’m heading to the bathroom, so you just get yourself into your room.”
“Ah, can’t we go together? I need to wash up.”
“Just go into your room first and come out after.”
“Oh. Right.”
I was still rubbing my nose when I watched Song Hamin’s timing and quietly listened. It was pretty quiet outside, so I felt a little safer and followed after him. The second the door opened he shot out.
I was about to awkwardly trail after him when a single line made me doubt my ears.
“Oh my, why are the two of you coming out of there?”
Mom’s voice floated in from the living room. And because I’d been right behind him and half-visible, there was no way to dodge it—we were caught red-handed.
If I’d known, I would have waited until Song Hamin was fully out before leaving. I’d stuck close out of a stupid rush and ended up getting spotted.
My mind went completely blank; I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. But in a moment like this, Song Hamin would probably have even less. Maybe it was better for the girl to do the talking. If I acted like nothing was wrong right now, things might still turn around. When people get suspicious they usually suspect the guy more. And with siblings, even if they’re similar, the older one tends to catch more of the blame.
“Uh, well… I was learning a game a little…”
And the excuse that came out of my mouth was that I was learning a game. It was such a flimsy cover that it felt like it would only fuel the suspicion. The awkward mess of it left me with nothing to say to Song Hamin. A silence settled that made me wonder if I should have just kept quiet.
“A game? At this hour?”
It was getting toward morning, but still a little early to call it morning. Mom’s questioning voice, head tilted, slowly tightened around my throat.
Changing the story now would only look weirder. Better to push the line I’d already started all the way through. If you just barreled ahead, unless someone was openly accusing you, it was hard for them to dig deeper.
“Uh, yes. Song Hamin plays games a lot, so there was something I wanted to try…”
Would anyone really suspect siblings over something like that? But once the idea took hold, the suspicion could go on forever, so my chest still tightened a little. Calling it “being suspected” felt off when we’d already done plenty that made us feel guilty—there was more that pricked than just this.
“So you stayed up all night? Staying up too late is bad for your health.”
“Ahaha, I’ll be careful. I should sleep now…”
We’d actually gone to bed early and gotten up, but the thought that not going back to sleep would look suspicious made me rush. The careful, sneaking movements I’d been using earlier went completely limp after we got caught—almost like I’d given up.
This is driving me crazy.
I’d let my guard down thinking we wouldn’t get caught.
My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe.