Same Bed, Different Dreams

"Hngh. Haa. Nngh♥ Did Master's nipples taste good?"

"Y-yes…"

"Just making eye contact with Master is enough to drive you crazy?"

"Yes…"

"Why does it drive you crazy?"

"…Because Master is so beautiful… Beautiful, and sexy, and superior…"

My thoughts stuttered and stalled.

My little sister stroked my face. Her touch was soft and gentle, yet it felt like she was fondling something she already owned. Her long, manicured nails never once scraped my skin — and that alone kept the heat surging through me.

She smacked my ass, sharp little pats, and my hips lifted toward her like iron drawn to a magnet.

"What are you supposed to do when you look into Master's eyes?"

I met her gaze again and recited the words.

"I like Master… I love Master… I love you, Master…♡"

Confessing my love to my little sister set my whole body on fire. My hands, lost and aimless, wandered over her thighs, her stomach, her waist. Every brush of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠contact delivered the soft warmth of a woman's skin straight into me. The more our bodies pressed together, the more I burned — and the blanker my mind became.

Then my hands closed around her full, soft breasts. Those pretty mounds dented and reshaped themselves under my grip. They overflowed my palms, too much to hold, impossibly plush. My fingertips sank in without end. The kneading sensation was so addictive I couldn't stop myself. Her stiff nipples poked out between my fingers; when I pinched them, they twitched as if in spasm. The whole sequence was so beautiful that for a moment the world went black.

"You i-diot♥ You love your little sister's tits so much♥"

"…"

"Ahn♥ Haa. Haah… Nngh♥ Your sister's moans turn you on♥ You want to cum just listening to them♥"

Twitch-twitch♥

"Keep touching me and look into Master's eyes♥ That's it — lean your face in."

Just staring into her eyes up close made my cock jerk madly. And as if something had been injected straight into my brain, my mouth opened on reflex.

"I like you, Master…♡ I love you, Master…♡"

"Look at Master more deeply♥ Put a little more heart into your confession♥"

Before I knew it, both of her arms had locked around my waist. It felt like there was no way I could ever free myself on my own. Crushed tight against her, I poured out the sincerity flooding my head.

"I like you, Master♡ I like you♡ I love you♡"

"Say it one more time with Master's name in it♥"

"Chaeeun, I love you…♡ I love you♡"

My cock, leaking precum in thick strings, rubbed against her navel. The head of it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grinding into that tiny little belly button sent a rapturous jolt straight up my spine. I rolled my hips against her navel like I was fucking it — until she hugged me even tighter and pinned my waist so I couldn't move. My body trembled faintly; pressure wrapped the head of my cock dead-on.

"Masochist siscon♥ An incurable, terminal siscon♥ You love your little sister so much you can't hold it in♥"

"…"

"Cum while you're locked in a tight hug with your sister♥ Spurt-spurt. Gush-gush. Ejaculate♥ Cum♥"

Throb-throb. Gushhhhh. Spurt-spurt.

I pumped my semen out against her navel like I was creampieing it. Hot pleasure flooded my entire body along with my ragged breathing. My head felt so full of steam it might burst.

I slowly lifted my limp arms and wrapped them around my little sister's slender frame. She kissed my cheek and whispered,

"You went and confessed to your little sister for real♥ You've fallen in love with her for real♥"

"…"

"Terminal siscon♥ You want to tell your little sister you love her all over again♥"

Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥

She stroked the back of my head as she slowly lay down. As I settled on top of her, my cock rubbed against her pussy, sliding along her outer lips. Our faces were close. I'd made eye contact with her up close before, but always from below, looking up. Now I was on top, looking down at my little sister lying beneath me…

Thump-thump-thump-thump♥

I couldn't control my expression. I lost myself in those pretty eyes, then noticed her bright red lips. The kiss Park Seoh-ah had given me flashed through my mind — and right then my little sister puckered her lips and made a soft chuu♥ sound.

As if entranced, I pressed my mouth to hers.

Hauuup.

She didn't push me away. She just kept stroking the back of my head. I kissed her in a daze, forgetting even to breathe, until we finally broke apart.

Chuuu.

Our mouths glistened with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spit. A faintly shining strand of saliva stretched between us like a bridge, then melted away. Her damp, heated breath brushed my philtrum. Her hair was mussed. That haughty face of hers was slightly undone. The sheer loveliness of it melted my brain.

I confessed to the little sister I loved — to my Master.

"I love you… I like you, Master… Chaeeun, I like you♡ I love you♡"

My cock, still pressed to her pussy, twitched and moved on its own. Friction against her outer lips dragged an orgasm up through me.

"Haa♥ Cookie, what am I going to do with you♥"

"…"

"You've gotten addicted to confessing to Master♥"

Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥

"I told you it was still too soon. Now that you've had a sticky kiss with Master, just looking at my lips is going to put you in heat♥"

Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥

"Don't hide it — spit out everything in your heart♥ Confess while looking into Master's eyes♥ Start♥"

I whispered my love to her over and over. How long did I keep confessing? My cock, still rubbing against her outer lips, discharged semen twice. My little sister tore into that pathetic premature cock of mine.

"Premature cock♥ Pathetic little thread-dick♥ You spurt without even putting it in♥"

"Hahk…♡"

"You have to hold it. If you want to have sex with Master, roll your hips harder."

Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♥

With clumsy, artless thrusts I ground myself against her outer lips as hard as I could.

"Don't cum♥ Don't cum♥ Don't cum♥ Hold it♥"

Listening to her orders, I forced the semen back down to the absolute limit — and then our eyes met. Those haughty, superior, beautiful eyes stared straight into me.

Spurt. Spurt.

"I-I like you…♡ I love you♡ I love you♡"

Gushhhhhh.

Confessing my love, I emptied out a pathetic load of white fluid. A thrill of corruption — as if something inside my brain had been discharged along with it — jolted through my body like an electric shock. Having cum yet another time in an instant, I collapsed onto my little sister's chest. I could barely move a single finger.

"You can't even last a minute of fake sex. At this rate, when are you ever going to actually fuck Master?"

"…"

"Cookie's little dick is so weak… try lasting thirty seconds. No — ten. Hold out for ten seconds and I'll let you put it in my pussy♥"

Thump-thump♥

My heart fluttered so hard I couldn't even answer. I just buried my face deep into those soft mounds of flesh. I clung to her like a sulking child — and then, suddenly, I felt a gaze.

Off to the side, Park Seoh-ah was watching my little sister and me with quiet, unblinking eyes. When our gazes met, she broke into a bright smile. Something about that eye-smile felt meaningful.

When I opened my eyes, some time had clearly passed. I must have passed out cold. Outside the window, the faint light of sunset filled the room. Dim twilight had settled into every corner.

Huff… huff…

I could hear my little sister's soft, even breathing. Still holding me tight, she was asleep. I managed to peel my head free from her plush chest.

Park Seoh-ah was no longer in my sister's room.

I went to pull the blanket over her and found it filthy with my semen and my sister's juices — dried, damp-smelling, stained. It would have been convenient if I had an item that cleaned this kind of thing. Thinking that, I rummaged through the Pocket in the pants I'd left on the floor.

Wet wipes came out of the Pocket. Not what I needed — I needed my phone. After pulling out two more wrong things, I finally found it. The knack for retrieving items was getting more natural by the day.

I casually lit up the screen — and froze.

Missed calls… forty-four of them?

Every single one was from Chun Yeonho. What the hell? Was this some kind of curse? There were hundreds of texts, too. What had happened? Had a war broken out?

Just as I was about to check the messages, Chun Yeonho's call came through right on cue. The moment I answered, a roar blasted out of the speaker. I yanked the phone away from my ear, waited for it to quiet down, then put it back.

"…Yeah. I can hear you. What is it?"

"…"

"…Yeah. Sorry. I'll be more careful from now on."

I hadn't even officially started as a manager yet, but the atmosphere demanded an apology. Why on earth had he called ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this many times?

"So what's the emergency?"

Cigarettes — he had to mean the 27th-century cigarettes I'd given Han Ahyoung. Apparently they'd been far better than anything else. That was why he'd flooded me with this avalanche of contact. Had they already smoked the whole pack from yesterday? Did a single pack vanish in one day?

Anyway, I had to figure out what to tell Chun Yeonho. For now, nothing was coming out of the Pocket, so I didn't have any. There was no guarantee more would appear tomorrow, either. Had I said a friend had given them to me?

"I, uh — I told you a friend gave them to me. I'll ask. But I think they said they got incredibly lucky finding them overseas, so…"

"You can't get them in the country. If my friend says no, then for the time being they're going to be hard to—"

Somehow, Chun Yeonho's voice was trembling thinly.

Well. Would she really go as far as killing him? I wanted to help right away, but there was nothing I could do.

"I don't know. I'll ask right now."

Wasn't he already a dog? What was the point of barking like one…

"Yeah. I'll ask as soon as I can."

"Yeah. I'll put in a request."

And with that, the call ended.

What kind of pressure was Han Ahyoung putting on him? When I'd tried them yesterday, they were definitely a different breed from anything on the market — but not enough to cause this kind of meltdown. Couldn't they just go back to whatever they used to smoke? Or maybe smokers felt it differently.

Thinking about the cigarettes made me want one myself. They really did have an addictive quality.

I fiddled with my phone for a bit, then headed out to the living room. Park Seoh-ah was sprawled limply across the sofa. There wasn't a scrap of strength in the way she was lying there. Was she sick?

The thought hit me and my eyes went wide — I scrambled over on all fours. Catching my approach the way you'd hear a puppy's paws, Park Seoh-ah turned her head. The moment she spotted me, color bloomed across her face.

"Cookie, look at Master's belly. It's gotten so skinny."

She stroked my head and pulled me against her stomach. Inside that hollowed-out belly, something gurgled.

"I wanted to eat the food Cookie makes. So I kept starving myself."

"…"

"Honestly, even the chicken feet we had as a late-night snack weren't great. Maybe because Cookie didn't make them?"

Park Seoh-ah gently cradled my head. My lips brushed her navel.

"Because of Cookie, I can't eat anything else. What am I supposed to do if Master gets bewitched by you♥"

Thump-thump-thump.

"You have to take your punishment for bewitching Master♥ Give my navel a kiss of submission♥"

Chuu. Chuu. Chuu.

"Ah♥ You're enjoying your punishment♥ Ma~so♥ Submit♥"

Twitch-twitch♥

While I was submitting to her navel, Park Seoh-ah spoke.

"They're filming Ghost Story Company in Busan this time. It's not a one- or two-day shoot, so I'll have to stay at a hotel down there."

"…"

"So I'm going to be apart from Chaeeun. We might not see each other for a few weeks. That's okay, right? Just the two of us — Master and Cookie, all cozy together♥"

Something off in her tone made me roll my eyes up to her face. Park Seoh-ah was smiling sweetly.

Thump♥

The same warm, contented smile as always.

The days flew by.

Every single day I handed money over to Park Seoh-ah and got worked up doing it. In just a few days I'd spent well over tens of millions of won. That was how I paid off Park Seoh-ah's — more precisely, her mother's — debts.

I met Park Seoh-ah's mother, too. Seoh-ah introduced me to her as "mine." What did that mean? Calling me "mine" in front of her mother…

Park Seoh-ah spent entire days at my place practicing her script. After eating the meals I cooked for her, she did nothing but read lines. I had no eye for acting, so I couldn't tell if she was any good — but I found myself watching her, completely absorbed. Whether it was pure passion for the craft or something else, she worked incredibly hard.

I still couldn't have sex with my little sister. Whether I was grinding my cock between her thighs, against her hand-pussy, or her mouth-pussy, I couldn't last ten seconds. My personal best was six…

The day before the script reading, I was set to head up with Chun Yeonho. Of course, since we each needed our own cars, we'd be driving separately. Unfortunately, no cigarettes had come out of the Pocket, so I still hadn't been able to give him any. Maybe that was why, when I saw Chun Yeonho again after the club, his face looked distinctly haggard.

"…The cigarettes. Seriously. Please. The cigarettes."

Those were the first words out of his mouth the moment we met. He'd been like that over text all day, too. What had Han Ahyoung said to him? No — more than being tormented by Han Ahyoung, it was something else…

"The cigarettes… give them to me. You said you would…"

He looked like a man suffering from raw, primal withdrawal.