My Sister's Friend (9)
I peeked at the future because I couldn't calm myself down.
Seeing it only drove me further out of my mind.
I washed the filth from my clothes and body, then climbed straight onto the bed. I dropped onto all fours like a dog and buried my face in the pillow.
Things were bad. Seriously bad. If I didn't stay like this, my body wouldn't obey me for even a second. Just like what I'd seen in the future… on all fours, face buried deep. Only then could I manage to settle at all.
The one mercy was that I didn't feel that insane urge to strip naked.
Sniff.
Sniff sniff.
I drew in a breath. My bedding only smelled of laundry detergent. Nowhere was there even a trace of Park Seoh-ah's rich scent. Maybe that was why I kept inhaling in thirst, hoping that even the faintest hint of it might still be there.
Then, out of nowhere, her words came back to me.
No sex, she'd said. From now on, only with her. Meaning… don't do it with Chaeeun.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? That I'd had sex with my little sister?
How? Why? For real?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
A faint sound of the door lock opening reached me. Was someone supposed to come over right now? Could it be Park Seoh-ah?
Come to think of it, what time was it? After seeing the future I'd been so out of it I hadn't even checked my phone.
Leaving my trembling arms and legs behind, I stepped out into the living room and toward the hallway.
Whoosh.
Beyond the automatic middle door that slid open at the detection of a person, a long silhouette appeared. The figure kicked off her shoes and stepped inside in slow motion. Smooth legs wrapped in black sheer stockings. A fluttering black slip skirt and a cream-beige blouse came into view one after another.
The stockings sent the future flashing past me like a lantern show. That uniquely feminine scent of bare skin, thick with the smell of sweat. The soft, enveloping pressure of her thighs, so comfortable it defied description.
Was this how Pavlov's dog felt?
My body started twitching on its own. With legs that superior, anything she wore looked tailored to kill. Long legs, a face no bigger than a fist—her proportions were absurd. She even looked taller than most of her peers. The kind of figure that would make most actresses hand in their name cards and walk away. And the kind that made you want to be stepped on. Ah. No. Snap out of it.
Park Seoh-ah spotted me and broke into a bright smile.
"Oppa! You didn't answer my texts, so I thought you were sleeping."
"…"
"Oppa?"
"Ah, yeah. Just woke up… came out for some water."
"Did you? Chaeeun said she had plans today, so she can't study with me."
"Oh, really?"
"So today it's just you and me, hehe. It's basically a date!"
A date…
Park Seoh-ah set her bag down in the living room and came toward me. Her brown bob swayed, and a fresh shampoo fragrance drifted out.
"Oppa."
She smiled with her eyes and slowly parted her lips. I sniffed without thinking.
"Haaaah♥"
While I was frantically breathing her in, Park Seoh-ah gave my rapidly hardening cock a few light taps.
"You look so starved. From that reaction, you've been thinking about me a lot, haven't you?"
"…Yeah."
"Good boy. Honestly, I stayed up all night thinking about you too. Yesterday I wanted to keep texting for hours, but I held back."
"For real…?"
"Mm-hm. Instead I came early today. And for you, I didn't even brush my teeth this morning."
Twitch♥
"I'm glad I guessed right. Did you like my strong body odor?"
Yesterday's me—what would I have said here? No comment? Deflect? Just admit I liked it?
The me who'd seen the future already knew the answer.
"I liked it… it was strong."
Strangely, I didn't want to hide this embarrassing truth.
"Hehe, you liked it? Oppa, you seem even cuter today somehow. Maybe because my feelings for you got bigger?"
Park Seoh-ah spun in a full circle. Her skirt flared, and the tip of my nose—numbed by her breath—was washed again in shampoo scent.
"Well?"
"…Well what?"
"What do you mean, 'well what'…! I wore the black stockings you like, and that's your reaction? Look closer. Hmm? These are my pretty stockinged legs."
After that first look, I'd deliberately kept my eyes higher. The more I looked at those legs, the stranger the feelings got. Still, she'd worn the stockings for me. Ignoring them completely felt wrong.
I steeled myself and lowered my gaze.
Just legs. Just legs in stockings. Nothing special.
Maybe it was the desperate resolve, but compared to that first sight, the impulse barely stirred. All I felt was that they were pretty legs. A smooth, long contour with a soft sheen. Pale skin flickering through the cool silhouette. Near the toes the fabric was more transparent, bare flesh showing clearly. Looking closer, a faint heat seemed to rise from around her thighs. The barest haze of steam, almost imaginary.
If I just… sniffed once, I'd know.
"Oppa?"
Ah.
My head creaked. Park Seoh-ah's legs filled my vision. A lowered viewpoint—the eye level I'd kept seeing in the future. Before I knew it, I was down on all fours.
"S-sorry. This is—"
I didn't even understand why I was doing this. No—I did understand. I just didn't know why I couldn't stop myself.
I tried to get back on two feet, but suddenly every sensation scrambled. When I meant to step with my right foot, my left arm moved. When I tried to plant my right hand, my left foot shot out. My body lurched and I toppled forward, burying my nose in Park Seoh-ah's thigh.
A coppery, sour smell. Mixed with an addictive scent of bare skin.
Sniff sniff sniff.
I was inhaling frantically when the silence around me made my eyes snap open. I'm losing it. Why is my body doing this? Please.
Then a soft little laugh. I carefully peeled my face from her leg and looked up at Park Seoh-ah. Was she mocking me? Or just finding it funny? Either way… yeah, it was laughable.
She crouched down and stroked my head. Then she started scratching under my chin, cooing at me.
"Oppa. Why'd you suddenly turn into a puppy? Hmm?"
I looked into those innocent eyes, then looked away. Because looking at her legs made me want to surrender. There was no way I could say that out loud.
And yet… with my head and chin being petted, the corners of my mouth kept twitching.
"Your legs were so pretty… I wanted to smell them."
The honorifics slipped out before I could stop them. The aftereffects of seeing the future showed no sign of fading. Damn it.
"My legs were that pretty? So you wanted to smell them? Is that it?"
She repeated my words back at me, watching me steadily. It felt like a finishing blow. My earlobes burned.
Mwah♥
"Ah…?"
Park Seoh-ah kissed my forehead, then cupped both my cheeks to hold me still and locked eyes with me.
"It's okay, Oppa. There's nothing weird about it. Wanting to become a pretty girl's puppy is a completely natural feeling."
A natural feeling…
"I read it somewhere. Men as a species have a gene that makes them want to submit to superior women. A psychology of wanting to become a pretty woman's property. That's why all that alpha male, alpha female stuff went around."
Too close. Park Seoh-ah's face was far too close. My entire field of vision filled with nothing but her bright, sparkling eyes. Look up, look right, look down—wherever I turned, all I could see were her pupils. The longer she forced eye contact, the hotter my face grew. Hot enough I wondered if it might burst.
"Honestly, until I got here today, my confidence was completely dead. My friends have guys lining up saying they want to be their puppies. But even when I acted cute and said I liked you, you never said anything like that."
Lining up to become puppies…
"Am I ugly? Do you not like me? Hmm? Hooo~"
From a distance where our lips almost brushed, her breath poured over me and I drank it in desperately. Every time she spoke, more of it washed across my face. It felt like someone was dumping a bowl of pure drug over me.
"Am I not good enough for you, Oppa? Hmm?"
"No, you're incredibly pretty. I like you."
The soft coaxing pulled the answer out of me on reflex.
"Really? Then do you want to be my puppy? Get down like a dog and bury yourself in my body odor? Hmm?"
The words were a little…
"Wooong?"
"…Yeah."
"Ah♥ Thank goodness. You know how much I kept hoping and waiting while we texted yesterday? Why won't he say he wants to be my slave? Was I just not good enough?"
Park Seoh-ah murmured, "So hot," as she stroked my face. Being handled like property sent a strange thrill through me.
"Oppa, then hurry up and court me. When a man sees a pretty woman…"
She brought her lips to my ear.
"He confesses like this. That he wants to be her slave. That he wants to be her puppy. That he wants her to be his Master."
She blew into my ear canal and gently chewed on the outer shell.
"It's just words. You're not actually a slave, so don't worry. It just means you'll devote yourself that much."
"…"
"Just say it. It's only for the mood. Hurry♥"
If it was only words… maybe it was fine. Had the future me and Park Seoh-ah been like that too? My head was too hot to remember clearly.
Listening to my heart pound like a drum, I opened my mouth.
"I want to… be your slave. I want to be your puppy."
"Call me Master."
"…Master."
"Say it again. This time looking into my eyes, louder."
"I want to be Master's… slave. Please make me Master's puppy."
Saying it out loud left me with a strange feeling. One thing was certain: it didn't feel all that bad.
Park Seoh-ah laughed softly.
"Good. From now on, I'm your Master. That scent you wanted so badly earlier—go on and smell it♥ Here we go♥"
Without warning she clamped my head between her thighs and pressed down hard. A sense of restraint settled over me, absolute, making sure I couldn't free myself on my own. Startling as it was, the soft pressure I'd been craving hit me all at once, and my cock jerked and thrashed.
Sniff sniff sniff♥
The smell was rank, harsh, sour. Nothing you could call fragrant. And still I couldn't stop my nose. More addictive, more intoxicating than anything. Dizzying enough that I wondered if my sense of smell might break.
I cracked my eyes open and saw pure white right in front of my nose. White underwear against the black stockings. Close enough that a little more forward motion would touch it. What would it smell like there?
I carefully pushed my face forward—nothing budged. I tried pulling back, but I was locked tight. Couldn't move.
Squeeeze♥
My nose crushed into her thigh. Breath cut off; my chest started to tighten. Twitch twitch twitch♥ The thought of being forced to smell her, unable to move an inch, made my whole body tremble in the most bizarre way.
Park Seoh-ah whispered.
"Are the stockings damp, Oppa? Is that why it's hard? I wore the same ones I jogged in yesterday♥"
"…"
"Obviously I didn't shower either, so they're soaked in sweat♥ Like it? Going crazy?"
Suddenly it overlapped with the whispers from the future. The future where I'd been spoken down to and toyed with. The future where, mind blank from the reeking stockings, I'd come in sweet defeat. The future where I'd submitted not just in words but with my whole heart, and been happy for it.
Twitch twitch twitch twitch twitch♥
My hips bucked on their own. The spasms lasted a few seconds, then stopped.
Brrrrrrrt. Brt brt.
"Haaah♥ You came just from the smell♥ Masochist premature ejaculator♥ Pathetic♥"
Twitch twitch♥
My body was still bound to those reeking stockings, to her thighs, with no way out.
"Then, Oppa… first, shall we take your clothes off? Puppies don't wear clothes. Hurry♥"
Before I could even collect myself, Park Seoh-ah kept driving me forward. Exactly the way you'd handle a slave. A puppy.