Little Sister's Friend (4)
Kissing a rice cake?
Sure, you had to put your mouth on it to check the temperature—but this was just too...
Too... enviable.
If that weren't a rice cake...
Ah. What the hell am I thinking right now.
"Mmm♥ This is the taste. Without this tteokbokki place, I would've died. It's the happiness of my life!"
Park Seoh-ah worked her mouth like a little squirrel, cheeks puffed as she chewed. Her whole face was broadcasting pure, desperate joy. Watching someone love something that sincerely made me feel almost embarrassed for myself.
I glanced at my little sister, trying to settle both my heart and the other problem down below.
...Which only made it feel like I was getting hard from looking at my sister. Not a great vibe.
I threw myself into the food until things calmed down a little, then looked at her again. She was eating with that same wholesome appetite of hers. It had been a long time since I'd just sat and watched her eat like this. Between the study room sessions with Seoh-ah, she seemed to be eating well enough. That was a relief—and also completely expected. Given the monthly allowance I gave her, anyone would be living large.
Thud.
Something bumped against my leg.
Seoh-ah was staring straight at me. Did she have something to say? I carefully shaped the word with my mouth.
What?
She only gave me a bashful little smile and nudged my leg again. The soft brush of bare skin sent my heart racing. The erection that had been slowly dying came roaring back to life, as if the earlier retreat had never happened. The thought that we were carrying on a secret rendezvous that absolutely could not be discovered made my whole body lock up tight.
Seoh-ah kept touching me with her foot after that. My cock would start to settle, then snap upright; start to soften, then go rock hard again. I hid all of it while carrying on a perfectly normal meal and conversation.
Well. Not perfectly normal. I couldn't even tell if I was eating with my mouth or my nose. Being hyper-aware of my sister made every sensation that much sharper. Standing up mid-meal was its own special kind of hell—whenever I had to cut a big piece of fried food into manageable bites, slide fish cake off a skewer, or dig out extra sauces beyond the salt and soy, like ssamjang or wasabi.
"Oppa, I want banana milk."
"Seoh-ah, you want something new to drink too?"
"I'm fine!"
I had to get up for little errands like that more than once. I moved with my back carefully turned, pulled a banana milk from the fridge, and handed it to my sister. Seoh-ah's foot slid slowly up my calf as she spoke.
"Jiwoo oppa, why are you so sweet? You basically give Chaeeun whatever she wants, don't you?"
"No, not that much."
"I would've been so happy if I had an oppa like you. Why aren't you my oppa?"
The praise made me a little self-conscious. I glanced at my sister and answered.
"She's a retake student right now, so I'm cutting her a little more slack. Once next year hits, I'm done."
My sister replied without missing a beat.
"Then I guess I'll just take a third year."
"I'll still take care of you after the retake year. Just get into university."
"We'll see."
See what, exactly? Come to think of it, I didn't even know what my sister's dream was. Whether she was going to college because she had a career in mind, or just because she wanted a prestigious school on her résumé. Maybe we hadn't had enough real conversations. I'd been so focused on making sure she never had to worry about money that I'd never asked. I should ask her sometime.
Seoh-ah's compliments kept coming all through the meal.
"You know this, right, oppa? One of Chaeeun's friends is an idol! Soyul. Ah—her stage name is Serena. She's blowing up right now."
"Oh, right. She's on TV a lot."
I didn't remember how many years ago it had been, but I'd seen her once when she came over to the house with my sister. She'd still been a trainee then. Even back then, she'd carried an atmosphere that set her apart from ordinary people. Now she was a member of a hugely famous girl group.
"This is a secret just for you, oppa. She says her manager is driving her crazy. No flexibility, no sense—she's so annoyed."
Seoh-ah jabbed her toes into my knee. At first she'd been brushing my shin and the top of my foot; now she was climbing higher, bit by bit. In real time. Getting dangerously close.
"If she had someone sharp and thoughtful like you, Soyul would love it. If you were her manager, I bet you'd be amazing. You're so good at taking care of people. And more than anything—"
Before I knew it, Seoh-ah's foot had climbed onto my thigh. She stroked the top of it slowly with her sole. Even through the fabric, the softness was indescribable. One more push and she'd be right up against my cock—that kind of dizzying proximity. My dick throbbed helplessly.
"Being next to you makes my eyes light up. I just want to keep sticking close."
"...Yeah?"
"Do you know you smell really good, oppa? Ah, I want to smell it again—what do I do?"
The sudden line stopped my chopsticks mid-air. I could hear my heart thrashing as I opened my mouth in a daze, doing everything I could to sound normal.
"...Really? Even if it's just words, that feels nice. Thanks for thinking so."
"I'm not just saying it. Have you ever thought about being a manager, oppa? If you wanted to, I could even ask Soyul for you."
"A manager?"
"She keeps writing in the group chat that she wants to switch. Asks if anyone knows a good person."
Seoh-ah's foot stopped advancing and slid back down. I was disappointed. Thirsty. She was tormenting me completely, and I was helplessly flowing right along with her design.
"It's fine. Being a manager is brutal. My stamina's not good enough for that. And I don't know the industry."
"Who's good at anything from the start? Everyone starts out knowing nothing. Or is it that you're just not that interested in entertainment?"
"Yeah. I've never really thought about a career that way. What about you, though, Seoh-ah? Why aren't you an entertainer? I bet you've gotten scouted a ton."
"Hehe, you think so?"
Seoh-ah gave a modest little laugh, crossed her arms, and leaned her upper body forward just slightly. Her springy chest gathered into a soft swell.
"How many times do you think I've been scouted?"
"Uh... ten?"
The moment I answered, something touched my leg again. That soft sensation I was already past familiar with—the one I now actively wanted to keep feeling. Seoh-ah dragged her sole slowly up my shin. Without meaning to, I revised my answer.
"Twenty..."
As if to say that still wasn't it, she pressed her arms tighter and pushed her chest forward even more.
"Thirty..."
Her toes climbed higher, as if telling me to keep going just like this. She stroked along my thigh—more precisely, toward my groin—and tormented me with it. The strange, thrilling touch already had me craving more. I wanted to be touched more. I wanted deeper places violated.
My lips twitched. A heated breath slipped out.
"A hundred..."
Had that answer laid my true feelings bare? Seoh-ah let out a soft little laugh and looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. The foot that had been playing at my groin came in deep and pressed down hard on my cock, which was already standing stiff to its absolute limit.
Twitch♡
My cock met her sole and throbbed without rest, clinging to it. It felt so good I let out a moan before I could stop myself. Startled, I flicked a glance at my sister—she was typing on her phone. Thankfully, she didn't seem interested.
"I've actually never been scouted even once. I guess I'm just not pretty enough. Do I look that way to you too, oppa?"
"No. You're incredibly pretty."
It came out of my mouth on pure reflex. Maybe because I didn't say things like that often—it felt strangely unfamiliar.
Just...
"Hehe, thank you. You're really handsome too, oppa. Want me to tell you a secret?"
Seoh-ah covered her mouth with her hand like she was whispering.
"The truth is, you're my ideal type. That's why I fell for you. I keep acting all cute without even meaning to."
Her next words filled my head with steam. Seoh-ah kept using her foot to toy with my cock—lifting it up against my stomach and pressing down hard. She stepped on my cock and balls at the same time and bore down.
Press♡
"Ah...♡"
Not painful—gentle, and good. Excitement and stimulation surged up fast.
"What kind of face is your type, oppa? Hmm? I hope it's me..."
It was as cozy and languid as being kneaded by a cat—and at the same time, the dizzy thrill of having something precious compressed. Unbearable pleasure spiked through me in an instant. I opened my mouth like I was under a spell.
"You're... my ideal type too, Seoh-ah."
"Really? Is that why you stared at my face and my chest all day? Like a total pervert♥"
Had I... done that?
Looking at Seoh-ah's pure, innocent face, the doubt washed away like water.
"Yeah... Sorry. ...You're just too pretty."
Press♥ Press♥
The pressure on my cock and balls grew even heavier. My prostate thrummed and rang.
"Did looking at my face make you so flustered your face went red? Did you get all worked up?"
"...Yeah."
Seoh-ah leaned her upper body a little closer to my side. Her lips parted slowly.
"Hoo~"
The smell of her breath washed over the tip of my nose. After the tteokbokki, it was different from before—not the sweet scent from earlier.
And yet...
"It wasn't because the gum was sweet. It was because it was my breath that you liked it, right?"
She whispered low enough that no one else could hear, and her breath kept coming in successive waves. The damp scent of Seoh-ah's mouth flooded my sinuses and shut them down. Even though the fragrance I'd been inhaling so frantically was gone, my nose kept sniffing on its own, refusing to stop. My cock gave a big, helpless twitch and rubbed itself against her sole.
"Haa♥ You got this hard because a girl's breath made you go into heat?"
Twitch♡
"You're getting stepped on and you still like it so much you're throbbing♥ You got even bigger♥ Twitching♥"
Seoh-ah looked at my face, wore a satisfied expression, and whispered on.
"Were you disappointed you couldn't cum earlier? Does it feel like you're going crazy? Do you want to cum even with Chaeeun right next to you?"
Instead of answering, I sucked in a sharp breath—and Seoh-ah stomped down harder on my cock.
"I'll give you my breath, so drink it in all you want and cum♥"
"..."
"But if we stay like this too long it'll look weird, so you have to cum right away♥ You can cum right away, can't you, oppa?"
I already felt like I could go any second. I nodded frantically. Seoh-ah looked at me and smiled with her eyes.
"Pre~mature♥ Cum for me♥"
Surge♥
The semen that had been gathering thick in my balls leaked out in a spurt. My underwear was already soaked with precum. It was about to stain the pants too.
"Haaa♥ Hurry and smell it, oppa. That'll get you even more excited. Haaa♥"
Sniff sniff sniff♡
Seoh-ah let out a soft, deliberate moan and started moving her foot properly, delivering real stimulation. Impossible pleasure poured into a cock already at its limit. In a state where even just the smell of her breath might have been enough to make me cum, this kind of pleasure was far too dangerous.
Spurt♥ Spuurt♥
My cock pulsed weakly. Completely unable to resist, I came with pathetic ease and sat there trembling for a while, drowned in the aftershocks. I'd never cum that long before. Never gotten that worked up, either.
Even after I finished, Seoh-ah kept rubbing her foot against me, tormenting my cock. It tried to get hard again even as my body went slack with exhaustion. I carefully eased back and leaned into the chair. My body slid down. In my head, the moment of climax kept replaying—like I wanted to keep it forever.
Suddenly I felt eyes on me. I lifted my head and found my sister looking at me. My eyes flew open and reason snapped back. I straightened my back and pushed Seoh-ah's foot away.
My sister's face was expressionless, hard to read. What was it? Had she seen everything?
I wanted to say something, but my mouth wouldn't open easily.
"You done eating?"
"Huh?"
"You weren't eating, so."
"Ah, yeah. I'm full now. It was really good."
I stood up awkwardly.
"You two keep eating. Something just came up."
I fled to my room as fast as I could.