The Scent of Another Woman
“...You smell like a woman I don’t know.”
The moment I stepped back into the house, my younger sister, who had been curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone, sprang to her feet. Dressed in nothing but a loose, oversized T-shirt and her panties, she came running toward me with a bright, welcoming smile, only to immediately start firing questions.
“Oppa, you’re home? You worked so hard today! But did something happen? You said you’d be back soon. And why do you look so pale?”
Before I’d left, I had told her I was going to a weekend supplementary tutoring session so she wouldn’t worry. Usually, these sessions lasted about two hours, but today, nearly six hours had passed before I finally made it home. It was only natural that she found it suspicious. Even by her own admission, I looked like a wreck.
‘...Well, of course I do. I’ve been forced to drain myself non-stop for half a day...’
On top of that, the effects of the aphrodisiac Na-yeon’s mother had fed me were still coursing through my veins. My heart was still pounding like a drum, and my mouth was bone-dry. It felt as exhausting and painful as downing dozens of high-caffeine energy drinks in one go. To make matters worse, my penis—which turned hard as stone at the slightest brush of fabric—was making me incredibly weary. Throughout the entire subway ride home, I had been on edge, terrified by the way the women around me were leering at the silhouette of my fully erect cock, licking their lips with predatory hunger.
My body and mind were so drained I felt like I might collapse at any second. Standing on trembling legs, I forced myself to act as natural as possible.
“Oh, I’m fine... I was just late because I had a lot of counseling to do today... That’s why I’m a bit more tired than usual.”
“Counseling...?”
When my sister tilted her head, her eyes wide with suspicion, I quickly added, “Yeah, they’re all kids around your age, so I’m a bit worried about their career paths... You know, stuff like that.”
I squeezed my exhausted, sluggish brain to cobble together a halfway decent lie. Fortunately, she seemed somewhat convinced, and she smiled and nodded.
“Okay! I get it, Oppa. You must be exhausted, so go to your room and get some rest. Wait...!”
Just then, my legs gave out. As I swayed, looking like I was about to hit the floor, she gasped and rushed over to support me. She looked at me with a deeply worried expression and whispered cautiously.
“Are you okay, Oppa...? You must have really had a rough day... And here I was, just lazing around at home without knowing how hard you were working...”
My kind-hearted sister looked at me with teary eyes, filled with pity. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me at her pure gaze, and cold sweat began to bead on my forehead.
“I-I’m fine, Hyun-jung... I can go by myself...”
“No, Oppa! I’ll help you to your room. Come on, lean on me...”
As she wrapped her arms around me and took a forceful step forward, she suddenly froze in place. A moment later, she turned her head slowly, her expression turning ominous as she stared up at me.
I gulped, my heart sinking, and mumbled, “W-why, what’s wrong, Hyun-jung...?”
“...You smell like a woman I don’t know.”
From that moment on, she began to observe me from head to toe with the intensity of a detective, her brilliant mind working at full capacity. Panicked, I stuttered out an excuse.
“...A-ah, maybe that’s because of the students I teach...? Like I said before, they’re all female students...”
“...No, I already know what they smell like. This is a grown woman. In her thirties. She wears Dior perfume morning and night, she recently got a perm at a salon, and she has big breasts.”
‘H-how on earth did she know she had big breasts?!’
While I was spiraling in confusion, she suddenly reached out and plucked a long, delicate strand of hair from my collar—a hair belonging to Na-yeon’s mother.
“........”
She held the hair up, looking at me with a chilling gaze that demanded an explanation. I broke into a cold sweat, gulping repeatedly. Finally, realizing there was nowhere left to run, I hung my head and confessed in a trembling voice.
“T-that’s, actually...”
For the next ten minutes, I spun a story that was half-truth and half-lie. Thinking that the pure-hearted Hyun-jung would be shattered if she knew exactly what Na-yeon’s mother had done to me, I told her the truth about being invited to a luxurious dinner prepared by the mother and drinking wine, and even admitted that I had woken up in her bed. However, I lied and claimed that she had simply given me a dedicated ‘massage’ to help relieve my fatigue.
“...She gave you a massage? For six hours? And if she did that, you should be refreshed, so why are you even more tired?”
“W-well, that’s... the massage was a bit rough... so I ended up tensing my body without realizing it...”
I mumbled my excuses, sweating profusely and avoiding her gaze. She narrowed her eyes, staring at me with deep suspicion, before finally letting out a small sigh and crossing her arms.
“...Anyway, I will never tolerate that woman’s scent seeping into every corner of the bed we share. You know what I’m talking about, right?”
“B-but it’s my bed...”
“What? I can’t hear you, say it again.”
“N-nothing at all...”
I muttered, shrinking back with my hands folded politely in front of my stomach. She glared at me, then turned away with a huff and began to peel off her loose T-shirt. Just before she stripped off her panties, she turned her head while bent over and snapped at me.
“...What are you waiting for, Oppa? Take yours off, too. We need to wash away the traces of that unpleasant middle-aged woman as soon as possible.”
“Wait... r-right now...?”
I asked, my eyes darting around in a panic. She looked at me as if I were insane, crossing her arms again.
“Yes, obviously. Don’t even dream of using the ‘I’m tired’ excuse to run away today. If you’re that tired, just close your eyes and sleep while you bathe.”
“N-no, that’s not the problem...”
I was genuinely exhausted, but the bigger issue was that the aphrodisiac was still in my system, meaning even the slightest stimulation would cause my penis to snap into a full erection. My sister had never seen me erect in her entire life; if that happened by accident, it was obvious that my kind, innocent sister would be traumatized. But she, unaware of the situation, grew even more annoyed at my hesitation and grabbed me by the collar, shaking me.
“Grrr... You’ve really had your heart stolen by that vixen, haven’t you? You don’t even want to bathe with your little sister anymore? I won’t allow it, absolutely not...”
“N-no... that’s not it! I get it, I’ll bathe with you, so please...!”
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