Discharge (2): The Terror of Habits
I'm losing my mind, Sia Seong. In the bathroom of a department store—a public place, no less... masturbating?! I've never done anything like this in my entire life. Unable to hold back my urges and fingering myself in a restroom stall.
Whatever. My fingers kept groping the walls of my pussy anyway. No, that's not it. I just want to check for something. But there was nothing inside my vagina. Of course not—it wasn't supposed to have anything there to begin with. So why did it feel so empty? Why this anxiety? It was like something essential was missing, this profound sense of loss. I couldn't bear the hollow sensation.
What the hell am I doing right now? A growing feverish heat spread across my skin. I wanted to vent the molten lava surging through my veins like red-hot metal. I pulled my fingers out and moved to my clit. I slowly rubbed the round, firm nub.
"Hngh…."
Squelch—squelch—I spread my outer lips and shoved my fingers into my entrance, one knuckle, two, deeper still. Sticky sounds echoed in the narrow stall. Every time my fingers scraped over the folds inside, waves of pleasure rippled through my lower belly. With my other hand, I brought my middle finger to my mouth and soaked it in saliva. Then, without hesitation, I pressed it firmly against my swollen, pea-like clit.
"Hngh…! Ah…!"
A sharp thrill shot up my spine straight to my brain. I twisted my hips, swallowing a moan. Outside, I heard a door open and close in another stall, the sound of running water as someone washed their hands. Knowing someone was right there made this act feel even more forbidden, more electric.
I shouldn't be doing this in public... ♡ But somehow, I can't stop.
My legs spread wider as my fingers sped up, growing rougher. I circled my clit teasingly, flicking it over and over. Love juices gushed uncontrollably, trickling down the insides of my thighs. The slick sensation mingled with the lewd scent rising from my body, tickling my nose.
"Haa… haa… nngh…!"
I was at my limit. A massive orgasmic wave surged up to my throat. I desperately stifled the scream trying to burst out. Right then, whispering voices came from outside.
"Hey, doesn't that stall inside make weird noises?"
"Dunno... probably some crazy bitch doing her thing."
"Nah, no way. Who'd do that in a department store bathroom?"
"I saw on SNS earlier that Sword Princess showed up at this department store. Wanna go check it out?"
"No way! Sia herself? I'm a huge fan. Let's go! When'd she get here?"
The Sword Princess... who's right here ♡ If they catch me like this, I'll be labeled a pervert. If rumors spread that the Sword Princess is a freak...
No! Just as climax loomed, their voices yanked me back to reality. The excitement fizzled at the peak. Yeah, what the hell are you doing, Sia Seong? Self-loathing crashed over me. I couldn't accept that I'd masturbated in public for the first time in my life.
I waited for them to leave, took deep breaths, put on the sanitary pad Yumi bought me, and returned like nothing happened.
"Sorry!"
"You took forever... Sis, your face is beet red. Don't tell me?"
What? Did she notice? Should've wiped the smell at least. "Poop?"
"You little—!"
I couldn't exactly say I was late from masturbating.
"Hey, even the Sword Princess is human. And sis, you know how you get when you're sleepy—it's a bad habit."
"Whatever, I don't wanna hear it."
Yumi tapped the table. "Sis, I'm starving! What should we eat? You splurged on cards today, so dinner's on me!"
"Mm... something spicy. Let's do spicy."
"Spicy? Cool! How about hotpot? Haidilao."
"Is it good? Never been."
"No way you haven't tried hotpot or mala tang at all, right?"
"It's like shabu-shabu. I've had that."
"What? Shabu-shabu? Nope, gotta take you, sis. Come on."
On the way to the underground parking, an ice cream shop caught my eye. Maybe that could cool this heat? "Wanna grab some ice cream?"
"I don't eat sweets before meals."
"Yeah? Okay then."
I pulled my mask up high, averted my eyes from the clerk, and ordered. "One ice cream, please."
"Here you go!"
I pressed the chunky cylindrical popsicle to my lips. The cold wouldn't fully quench the burning heat, but...
"Slurp, slurp."
Sucking on it somehow restored my mental calm. This size is just right.
"Pfft. Sis!"
"What?"
"No one eats ice cream like that. It's kinda lewd."
"What's your problem? Sounds like you've got a dirty mind."
"You weren't just moving your hand—you were bobbing your head back and forth like a chicken."
"Was I?"
"Yup!"
"Sis, ice cream dripped on your chest."
"Ack! That's 'cause you talked to me."
People murmured around us.
"Hey, should we get ice cream too? Suddenly craving it."
"Yeah, looks tasty."
"Ordinary ice cream suddenly feels profound."
"Is this that high-level viral marketing thing?"
I even heard a couple arguing.
"Babe! You just checked out that girl, didn't you?"
"No, no! I swear."
"Oppa! You saw the girl I was talking about!"
"Ah...."
"Forget it, I'm going home."
Sorry...
***
We sat by the window at the famous Haidilao hotpot chain. A divided pot of spicy red broth and clear white broth bubbled between us.
"Here, sis! Check this out. Sauce like this: tons of peanut sauce, minced garlic, green onions, a dash of chili oil. You good with cilantro?"
"Cilantro's fine."
Yumi chattered away, mixing my sauce too. We tossed in thinly sliced lamb and beef, all sorts of veggies, tofu, mushrooms into the boiling broth. I pulled my mask down a bit to eat. The spicy, numbing flavor assaulted my tongue. It somehow washed away the sticky feeling and stress from the bathroom.
This is what they mean by fighting fire with fire?
"How is it? How is it?"
"A bit spicy for my taste, but delicious. Might come back often."
"Right? Right? Hospital food must've been torture."
Yumi kept piling meat onto my plate nonstop.
"A few times and you're treating me like a kid?"
She just beamed.
"By the way, sis, what do you usually eat?"
"I cook at home mostly."
"No way our Sword Princess cooks too?"
"Long time solo living, yeah."
Yumi looked a tad awkward. "Ah... right."
"Plus, after getting Sword Saint's Blessing, prepping ingredients is a breeze."
"Wanna eat your cooking someday."
"Not hard. Or..." Invite her over? Might be too much.
Mid-hotpot, Yumi asked, "Sis, be honest—I'm kinda mad about one thing from this time. Can I say it?"
"Mad?"
"Yup! Why'd you defend that Hyun-woo jerk?"
"He didn't really do anything wrong. Wasn't exactly defending him."
"Sigh, should've cut his dick off."
"Yumi, don't hate people too much. Hyun-woo's the guy who visited me in the hospital. And I told you I was out of it—went along with everything."
"Yeah, true."
"Cheol-ho oppa apologized sincerely too. Said he asked to see my chest when you were around."
"Well, yeah, but..."
"So should we kick Cheol-ho oppa out of the guild too?"
"No, that's different..."
"See? It was the drugs making me talk nonsense. Association investigation cleared it anyway."
"Sis, suddenly you're making sense."
"Am I usually an idiot?"
"Intelligence 40 is below average..."
"What?"
I shot her a glare. Yumi dunked lamb in sauce.
"But circumstances look shady, and higher-ups are covering it up."
"No such thing. I, the victim, said not to pursue it."
"Guild master was pissed."
"Really?"
"First time seeing him mad—scary."
"He can be intimidating when angry."
"Angry? Sis, kek, you know slang like that?"
"Who you calling primitive? Don't underestimate me."
"Honestly, intelligence 10 feels Australopithecus-level."
"Austra-what?"
"See? Ape-tier..."
I grabbed a ladle.
"Sis, gonna hit Yumi?"
"Letting it slide 'cause you're cute. Eat up."
If this casual sisterly chat is the silver lining of this mess, then so be it. Wonder if having a little sister feels like this.
Yumi sat lotus-style and asked, "Sis, so you taking vice guild master?"
"Can't really refuse. Planning to."
"For real?"
Yumi saluted with her left hand. "Loyalty to Vice Guild Master!"
"Overwhelming. We're incognito—someone might hear. And salute with your right hand..."
"Hehe, this side? Loyalty! I'm first in line, right?"
"No lines for hunters. Surviving gates is win enough."
"Sis always so straight-laced."
"And if you're saluting, do it right."
I adjusted her right hand angle. "Palm straight out..."
"Sis knows her stuff. Legendary military high school girl? Or ex was soldier?"
I said flatly, "My late dad was in the army."
"Ah... sorry."
"No worries."
It took a while to say that casually... but now it's fine. Did I have someone like a father figure?
After eating, the streets glowed with neon. Yumi patted her full belly contentedly. "I said I'd pay. Sis snuck it while I was in the bathroom."
"You nursed idiot sis—gifts are thanks."
Yumi flaunted the Hermès Birkin. "How's it? Suits me?"
"That happy?"
"Yup! Way too fancy for me."
Luxury shop staff ignored my disguise at first. Once I ditched hat and mask, VIP treatment flipped 180—couldn't refuse photos politely though...
"Thanks for the meal. Sis needs rest now—want me to take you home?"
"Mm..."
A strange reluctance hit me. I don't want this normal day to end. After hesitating, I said, "Yumi."
"Yeah? Taxi then?"
"Since we're out, wanna come to my place... hang out?"
Her eyes went wide. "Your house? For real? Can I?"
"Yeah."
She nodded like an archaeologist finding lost Atlantis. "Yes! Absolutely! Been dying to see how Sword Princess lives!"
"Nothing special."
"Should've eaten less if I knew we'd do afterparty at yours."
"Not pressuring you?"
"Nah, thrilled!"
***
"Here...?"
"Yeah."
My place: top-floor penthouse in a luxury residential tower. Hunters guarantee high income—risking your life and all. Among 50 million Koreans, only 10 S-ranks wouldn't rake it in. If not, blame the system.
Long-awaited homecoming. "Excuse me~!"
Yumi slipped off her sneakers. Naturally, I tied my hair at the shoe rack, knelt at the entrance, and opened my mouth.
"Sis, what're you doing?"
Yeah, what am I doing?
