Eventually
It was an awkward situation, and an awkward answer.
"You used to stock up on a ton of them before."
"If I keep bringing them in, Mom's gonna think something's weird. Plus you kept putting up walls, so there was never a chance to use them."
The very person who'd been pushing for it wasn't prepared, so she made an embarrassed face. Looking a bit sheepish, she scratched her head and glanced around for my reaction.
"Should I go buy some?"
"No, let's just go."
"Okay."
I'd wondered if she might at least offer to use her chest, but that wasn't happening. Since it wasn't an erogenous zone for her and she couldn't enjoy it herself, she seemed to give up quickly. Mom wasn't staying out the whole night, so we didn't have much time. Even a quick run to the convenience store would leave cleanup to worry about afterward. If we took it too lightly, it might only deepen her suspicions, and that awkwardness took priority.
Coming face to face with the café that held some unpleasant memories from before made my steps falter. Worry that we might end up with the exact same experience in the exact same place took over.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just... let's go somewhere else. I suddenly feel like eating something different."
"Yeah? Okay, then."
Song Haneul turned directions right away, as if there was nothing particularly strange about it. Separate from the disappointed look she'd had until a moment ago, she was smiling a little brighter the second we stepped outside and started walking around. If my face stayed all scrunched up even after coming out, that would be a problem in its own way. Still, seeing that reaction made me think I'd done well to suggest it. There'd been a minor issue in the middle, but it didn't matter now.
We stepped outside for a simple change of scenery and looked around. With November approaching, the weather was turning chilly, and the streets were full of people dressed for the shift from fall into winter. Every time we entered a building, even the mild air inside felt welcoming enough that I almost didn't want to leave again.
A single cup of coffee disappeared in no time. Sitting here for more than thirty minutes was starting to feel a little hard. On top of that, I didn't have any conversation topics worth pulling out against Song Haneul, which left me feeling awkward. I stared at my cup, now nothing but ice, then snuck a glance at hers. Sure enough, her coffee looked like she'd barely taken a single sip.
"...So what do we do now?"
"You already finished yours. Do you like sweet things?"
"I just ended up eating them somehow."
"Heh, is that so."
Song Haneul let out a nasal little laugh and leaned forward. Whatever had her so pleased, she propped her chin on her hand with a smile that filled her whole face.
"I'm done with mine. Just wondering if there's anything to do."
"Something to do? What do you usually do for fun? You don't just drink all the time, right?"
"Karaoke? Billiards?"
I gave the most common course of action a lukewarm response.
"I can't sing. And I've never played billiards."
"Then that leaves the movie theater or a room café, I guess. But a room café wouldn't be all that fun with just the two of us. Oh, there's manga cafés too."
I wracked my brain trying to come up with options, and one by one a few decent ideas in the same category started to surface.
"We already have the movie tickets I paid for before."
"Oh, right."
"Room café is... manga is, hmm."
After thinking it over for a long while, Song Haneul let out a short snicker.
"Let's just get a short-stay room. We can play games there too."
"Games? Do you have something you like?"
"Nah, not really into games. Board games are whatever too. There's not much that's actually fun with just two people."
Not into games, and not into board games either? Then why a short-stay room?
The moment my thoughts deepened, I arrived at the answer.
"Hold on."
"Ah, come on, let's go. We just have to be back before Mom gets home."
"Even so, going all the way outside to do that feels a little... off, doesn't it?"
I felt a bit embarrassed. There was some hesitation toward the suggestion Song Haneul had thrown out first. I was the one who'd asked if she had condoms, so I didn't really have room to talk, but the thought still hit me—was it really okay to go to a place like that with Song Haneul, outside the house, with that kind of intent?
"What's the big deal? It's better than the house with Mom in it."
Well, that was true.
I swallowed hard. It felt like my breath might go down with it. I knew that the deeper my hesitation grew, the less time we would have.
"...Maybe we should."
Thinking about how things had fallen apart earlier because we didn't have condoms made me want to go back and try again. It was a statement I never could have imagined coming from the me who'd been so determined to keep the line drawn until just recently.
"While we're out, let's grab food and then head back. That way it won't look weird even if the two of us went out and came home together."
"Your brain only works this well at times like this, huh?"
"Petty schemes are originally... only for times like this?"
I realized belatedly that she was flipping it back on me and got all flustered. Maybe because it was a crowded café, I didn't let the feeling drag on for long.
"The basic rate is four hours."
From two to six. Looking into short-stay rooms, most of them sold packages in that kind of time slot. There were other options, but factoring in eating and getting back home, this one was best.
"Then let's go with that. What should we eat on the way back?"
"...Good question. Want to hit an all-you-can-eat place?"
"If we've got time to spare, want to just order chicken there?"
"That wouldn't be bad either."
My head nodded on its own at Song Haneul's suggestion. All-you-can-eat places let you try a bunch of different things but cost more, so something simple for the two of us wasn't a bad idea either. With time running short, we rushed through the reservation. Naturally we stopped by a convenience store for condoms on the way and checked in.
The moment we stepped inside, Song Haneul let out a sound of admiration.
"It's just a regular room?"
"Apparently that's how they do it."
"Never thought I'd end up in a place like this with you."
"Me neither. You're the one who said we should come."
"You're not saying you hate it either, though?"
She had a talent for leaving me speechless. There I was, trying to keep the moment going because I couldn't overcome my desire. I should have cut it off cleanly, but even that wasn't easy. I was realizing all over again just how weak I was to temptation.
"...Everything's fine as long as we don't get the clothes dirty, right?"
"Look at you dodging. Anyway, we do it quick, order the chicken, and wash up while we wait?"
"Okay."
I tried to hurry and start undressing slowly, but my body locked up. From the unfamiliar atmosphere of the space itself to the awkwardness radiating through my whole body, it was hard to endure. My lips were going dry, and Song Haneul seemed just as hesitant—our eyes met. She gave an awkward little laugh.
"Ah, suddenly trying to strip in a place like this is kinda embarrassing, huh?"
"...I'm going crazy."
"Four hours isn't exactly the kind of time meant for this, is it?"
"Doesn't seem like it."
Do it, wash up, eat. Trying to fit all of that into four hours felt overwhelming. I didn't even know where to start cutting time. I'd never timed how long it took each time we did it, so the whole thing was disorienting.
While I was still fidgeting, Song Haneul psyched herself up and stripped her clothes off in a flurry. The figure that had been hidden under her knit top came into view. Even her large bra looked like it was barely containing everything; every time she moved, my gaze flicked after the bounce.
"Whew, you're not taking yours off? You said we should hurry up and do it."
"Uh, yeah."
How did things end up like this? Even as I thought it blankly, the part of me that wanted to keep the moment going made my lower half react on its own. Sister or not, family or not—the problem was that we'd come here to satisfy our lust without any of that mattering right now. She'd done so much to me before; it felt unfair to suddenly decide this kind of relationship was wrong and cut it off now. At the very least, I felt like I had to pay some of it back. Considering everything I'd been forced to take while I was asleep, this much barely even counted as repayment.
Even while I was running all sorts of weird calculations in my head, Song Haneul was stripping off her clothes on her own without needing any help. The one doing the inserting didn't have much burden, but shouldn't the one on the receiving end be a little more hesitant? Just watching her made me tense up. Since I'd done it more as a woman than as a man, I ended up empathizing with her side. I knew I shouldn't, but once I'd already experienced it, there was no helping it.
Once I'd actually taken my clothes off and set them aside, it was embarrassing. We hadn't ridden any particular mood or flow—we'd just stripped bare on the spot and were left sitting there naked, and the feeling was strange. Having everything completely exposed made my spine crawl. Whenever that tingling sensation ran down my back, my body gave a little shiver.
"Wow, this feels weird. I've lain on a bed naked plenty of times, but being with you like this, and it being a different room and all..."
Her voice sounded a little flushed, like she was feeling the strangeness too.
"You taking the underwear off?"
"...I'm talking, so of course I have to take it off."
At my words she clicked her tongue, pressed her lips shut, and unhooked her bra. Her breasts sprang free with a bounce, the bra rebounding upward. The large, pretty round flesh with the nipples sticking out in the center drew my eyes in a circle. Seeing them this vividly with my own two eyes again felt new.
I swallowed hard, then reached out. Sitting face to face with Song Haneul, who was kneeling, I cupped her breasts and a small moan slipped out of her. It wasn't that deep, but the soft sound made my hands flinch. My left hand, which had been trembling with uncertainty, finally joined in and I gripped both sides firmly.
"Ah, be gentler..."
"Y-yeah."
The coquettish voice she didn't usually let out made me tense up right along with her. It was my first time properly doing this as a man too, so it couldn't be helped. Forcing my completely stiffened body to move only made the motions stiff and awkward.
"Euk—!"
I pinched her nipple and rolled it lightly between my fingers. Giving it little flicks of stimulation made Song Haneul squeeze her eyes shut. The way her waist arched slightly startled me without meaning to. When I was the one being touched it had just felt like that, but being the one doing the touching brought a completely different kind of satisfaction from the texture alone. The fullness that my hands couldn't fully wrap around, the springy resistance when I squeezed—it really was an absurd body.
"That hurts..."
Even with her voice sounding like it was leaking out, my hands wouldn't stop. She said it hurt, but once the heat had taken over, I no longer had the room to listen.
I laid Song Haneul down and climbed on top of her. Just the way our positions overlapped made my face burn. I gritted my teeth at the fact that if I couldn't endure this sensation, I wouldn't be able to move on to the next step.
"Hoo, hoo..."
"That heavy breathing makes you sound like a real pervert."
"I can't concentrate, so be quiet for a second."
Every line that could be crossed had already been crossed long ago, so the old hypnosis of looking at a body that belonged to some non-human species had shattered ages ago. Because I was already hard, I trembled without knowing what to do with myself. Every sensation coming through my eyes and skin made me so sensitive that I got aroused in no time, no different from a dog in heat.
My ragged breathing eventually turned into action.