Sena's Curious About the Smell of My Semen ♥♥ (2)
“Hmm...?”
“You got to see mine, Oppa, so there's no need to be that embarrassed.”
Did it work like that, though...?
Well, I guess it was give and take.
She did have her reasons for being so bold about it.
“If you really hate it, I'll close my eyes.”
“Ah, fine. Do that.”
I deliberated for a moment, then nodded with the back of my head turned toward her.
My judgment was that even if she was right about the smell of my semen, there was nothing she could actually do about it anyway.
Besides — her offering to smell my cock for me.
It was undeniably a pretty arousing situation.
“Thank you, Oppa.”
She quickly drew close and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I'm closing my eyes now. Pull me down, okay?”
“Ah. Right. Come down slowly.”
As she spoke, she stretched her neck out long.
Trying to match her height, I braced a hand on the nape of that slender neck and pushed myself up.
Then I slowly lowered my head.
“Okay.”
Her face drew gradually closer to my cock.
Each breath she exhaled in answer settled warm and damp across my shaft.
“Am I close? I can smell something.”
“Almost. Just a little more. One centimeter.”
“Okay.”
When I brought my face as close as it would go, my cock hovered a hair's breadth from her skin and twitched.
Even just the air spilling out every time she spoke was enough to make my cock burn hot.
“That's good. Take a proper whiff.”
“Mm. That's it. This is the smell...”
“Really? What kind of hallucination was it, exactly?”
“What do you think, Oppa? Do you believe you can smell things in hallucinations or dreams?”
“Well... honestly, I've never experienced it.”
“Right? It is a little strange. But the feeling was really, really strong.”
“What kind of feeling?”
Even as we talked, her lips kept shifting by tiny degrees, drawing close enough to touch before drifting away again, over and over.
Every time, a tingling jolt shot through me hard enough to strain my heart.
'God, this is hot. Shit.'
My cock, half-dead after coming earlier, was already swollen rigid again.
'Just a little...'
Unable to hold back the arousal flooding through me, I nudged my hips forward ever so slightly.
“Oh my. Sorry. Did I touch it?”
“It's fine.”
When I pressed my glans against her lower lip and pulled it back, the small clump of dried semen stuck there transferred onto her mouth.
Whether she noticed or not, I couldn't tell.
Then, on one of her inhales mid-sentence, the semen got sucked straight into her mouth.
'Shit. My cock's going to burst. Seriously.'
My little sister, apologizing by swallowing my cum.
One thing was clear — the moment she left this room, I was going to jerk off again.
“Actually, it was a dream about being raped. But it didn't feel like a dream, so.”
“Raped?”
“Yes. In the master bedroom, of all places...”
Apparently I'd gotten comfortable enough now.
She'd started confessing the whole situation out of nowhere.
Well then, either way —
She wasn't suspecting me.
She'd hardly confess the situation to the very person she suspected, after all.
“What makes you think it wasn't a dream?”
“Well, I didn't wake up from sleeping. It happened when I stopped by the house for a minute...”
“You mean you came in because you were drinking?”
“I knew you'd say that. You don't believe me, do you?”
“No, no. You have to weigh all the possibilities.”
That sour, pouting face of hers with her eyes still shut was maddeningly cute.
“What about the feeling? Did it feel like actual penetration?”
“That was even more intense. You saw me in the kitchen before, remember? It was just like then...”
“So you had a dream like that back then too?”
“No. That time... honestly, I'm not sure. There was no warning at all back then...”
She slowly straightened her back.
“Shouldn't you check whether the feeling matches?”
“The feeling...? How?”
I asked back, watching her with her eyes still closed.
Her eyebrows lifted in a look that clearly asked, what's that supposed to mean?
“The penetration, I mean. I could help with that. Ah — don't get the wrong idea. This is purely out of a desire to be helpful...”
“What? N-no!”
She cut me off and shouted, face flaring.
Her ears went red in an instant.
Apparently she'd understood me just fine.
“Ah. Right.”
“I'm leaving.”
And with that, she spun on her heel and walked out of the room.
Damn it.
I should have worded that a little more carefully.
“Where are you going?”
“Mm. To a friend's shop.”
“You work weekends too?”
“Weekends are peak hours for business.”
“Ah, right. Yes. Have a good day.”
A few hours later, as I stepped out of the house, Sena — who'd been watching TV in the living room — called out to me cheerfully.
I'd assumed she was thoroughly pissed off at me.
But seeing her bounce back so quickly eased the uneasiness that had been sitting in my chest.
Telling myself I'd have to try again before long, I headed out.
On the way to the officetel, I stopped by the adult arcade again and emptied it out the same way as before.
Fifty million won.
The safe had sprouted extra locks since the last time it was hit, but that made no difference to me.
The key was hanging around the neck of the clerk sitting at the exchange counter, after all.
And then —
“Mm. You look pretty today too.”
I admired Bom as she started her shift.
Maybe because of my promise to pay off her debt, her expression was noticeably brighter than the first time I'd seen her.
And so, having secured a fortune with just a single use of my time stop, I headed for the officetel.
The bed where Bom had lain.
Mm. It smells good.
The moment I arrived at the officetel, I dove straight onto the bed.
Her scent, maybe — the comforter felt even softer wrapped around me than it had when it was brand new.
“I wonder how Noona's living these days...”
Ever since the app appeared, my life had completely changed.
With that peace of mind came room to breathe — and with that breathing room, old memories I'd long forgotten began surfacing one by one.
It was her. The girl who, when I was little, always told me to marry her when I grew up.
She'd probably met some rich guy and was living the good life by now...?
Nineteen years ago, was it?
That is... when I was about ten.
One of the countless women who passed through Dad's life.
Though I suppose she lasted a bit longer than most.
That woman — slightly older than my father — had a beautiful daughter.
[Don't you two fight, and play nice, okay?]
Whenever the two of them went out on dates, they left me in the girl's care.
Looking back now, it was nothing short of irresponsible — handing a child over to a child — but I loved it.
Because Noona was quite pretty.
Her age at the time: sixteen.
Right at the age when puberty should have hit, yet she watched over me without a single complaint. No — forget complaints, she actually seemed to enjoy having me around, showering me with affection to her heart's content.
True to being the daughter of a wealthy woman, she'd buy me toys, and sometimes even the hamburgers and pizza I loved.
And every so often, she'd say I was far too handsome, and that when I grew up, I absolutely had to marry her.
[Noona, are you coming again tomorrow?]
[Of course. Juwon-ah, do you like it when I come?]
[Yeah. Then why don't you just not leave?]
[I'll come every weekend, promise. Let's go eat something yummy with Noona. Don't cry, okay?]
[Okay, I won't! Boys don't cry.]
And then, after about a year, we parted ways — neither of us knowing it was for the last time.
I really, really liked her.
My first true love.
'Ugh, this brings tears. It's all Dad's fault.'
I'd let myself get lost in nostalgia for a moment.
I wiped away the tears welling up and closed my eyes.
And just like that, I drifted off to sleep.
“Uncle.”
“Huh? Oh, you're here.”
“You were tired, huh. How's your head? What did the hospital say?”
“Mm. They said it's all healed.”
How long had I been out? It was already dark outside the window.
At the sound of Bom's voice, I opened my eyes to find her sitting down beside me, resting a hand gently on my head.
Her face hovered close, inspecting the wound.
“Still, take it easy for a while.”
“Mm. How much is the debt?”
“Ah, the debt?”
An irrepressible smile bloomed across Bom's face.
Yep. She'd been waiting for this exact line.
She tilted her head as if straining to recall the figure, then parted her lips while stealing a sidelong glance into my eyes.
“Four thousand eight hundred...”
“That's based on tomorrow's repayment date, right?”
“Yes.”
“Hand me that bag. I'll have you take this over first thing tomorrow. And make sure you get the Paid-in-Full Certificate.”
“Really? You're giving me all of this?”
“Yeah. But there's a condition.”
As I pulled out the bundle of cash, her smile spread wide and bright. Then, pretending to hand the money over, I drew it back down between my legs.
Bom's fingers, which had just brushed the tip of the cash bundle, slid away in a daze.
“What is it? I'll do anything.”
Quite the proactive turn.
Well.
Now that she'd laid eyes on the money that could pull her out of the pit, staying calm was probably beyond her.
“We haven't done it yet, have we.”
“No. That's right. Should we do it now?”
“Yeah. And — I want to do your ass too.”
“My, my ass...? That's, um... what, exactly...?”
Oh, nice acting.
Bom blinked her wide-open eyes as she asked back, her pupils trembling.
My ass, apparently, had not been part of her calculations.
“Your ass. You don't know?”
“Do you mean the thing I'm thinking of? The... anus...?”
“Yeah. What, not ready to put out yet? Then you can walk right out that door.”
“N-no, it's just so sudden. It'll smell, won't it? Why, why would you...?”
Once the details became concrete, she looked genuinely flustered.
She clearly knew what an ass-fuck was — but just as clearly, she'd never had one.
Still, just to be safe,
I had to ask.
“You've never done it in the ass, right? I like virgins, but your pussy already... ahem. I want to at least take your ass first. That's all.”
“Ah... Yes. I, I see. Of course I haven't done it. It'll probably hurt, though...”
“So you refuse?”
“No. I'll absolutely do it. I'll go wash up.”
“No need. I'm going to give you an enema myself. All you have to do is lie still.”
“An enema...? Sh-shouldn't you use, like, medicine or something...?”
Her eyes went wide again.
I quickly shook my head.
“No way. It's not a colonoscopy. No need to go that far. I'll just pump some water in with the showerhead, then loosen you up with my fingers.”
“Ah, that's... so humiliating...”
She bit her lip, looking like that option bothered her even more.
And yet, in a way that made clear it wasn't a refusal, she slowly pushed herself up.
“So that's a yes?”
“Yes. I'll do it...”
She hesitated for a moment after that —
then nodded, wearing the face of someone who'd just made up her mind for good.