How Does Brother Namgung Know About "Noona, I'm Dying"...?
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The next day.
Yesterday I had ended up making a truly outlandish bet with Maeng Harang: the so-called “hire a courtesan for one night at a brothel and finish inside her” wager. And today was the day that bet would be settled.
On the morning of such an important day, I sat there from the crack of dawn with not a single thread covering my lower half, staring intently at my own crotch.
“Nngh… can I even get hard…?”
Ever since Brother Namgung had forced the chastity belt onto me, more than a full month had already passed. My cock, which had once been a little longer than my middle finger, had gone through the regular belt and then the miniature one until it had shrunk to roughly the length of a single thumb joint—about one chi, or three centimeters.
“Haaah……”
Every real cock I had seen so far had been at least five times bigger than mine. My crushed male pride made me sigh on its own, yet at the same time the memory of those thick cocks left me feeling strangely off-kilter. Every time I was compared to a magnificent shaft my body trembled with humiliation, yet a thrilling shiver ran through me as well—especially when I was forced underneath and made to climax with those wet, sticky sounds…
“…First, let’s just test it…”
I muttered to myself, shaking off the stray thoughts, and activated one of the few dirty crystal orbs I still had in order to check whether I could get hard. The moment the orb lit up, the screen filled with a massive cock filmed from the viewpoint of a woman on her knees.
“Gulp…”
Looking at that imposing sight, I felt saliva pool in my mouth for some reason and focused on the image.
It’s so big… if I put it in my mouth it might fill me completely…
The crystal-orb footage showed a cock being swallowed all the way to the root until the face was buried in the crotch, all from the perspective of the female servicing it. The vivid realism of the recording brought back the scent of Geungwang’s cock when I had serviced him with my mouth, the hot, hard yet springy glans I had felt with my tongue—as if it had happened only yesterday.
“Heeut… chuuup… chuk… ♡
Hah…!”
When I came back to myself I realized I had been thrusting my left index and middle fingers in and out of my mouth like a cock, wrapping my tongue around them and sucking hard, while my own cock had been completely forgotten.
“…It is hard, right…?”
I carefully examined the female cock that the chastity belt had turned me into. It was not completely limp the way it had been before the dirty video; at least it had lifted its head a little.
“Nngh… at this size I should still be able to insert it somehow…”
I tried pinching the glans between my fingers to rub it, but the cock had become far too small to grip properly. The best I could manage was to use my thumb, with the clear fluid as lubricant, and gently stroke the head.
“Oht—ogeuut…?!”
The moment my thumb brushed the glans, an irrepressible moan burst out of me.
“Haaeut… right, it was like this back then too…”
While I slowly stroked the abnormally sensitive head with my thumb—careful not to let myself reach climax—I remembered the time I had done a cock-sword fight with Young Hero Geungwang.
“Heuut…”
Just thinking about it sent heat spreading from deep in my lower belly, from my prostate, until sweat beaded from every pore and the room itself grew hot. The sudden rush of heat yanked me out of the fantasy; I shook my head violently from side to side.
“N-no…!
I’m a man… that kind of thing is weird…”
I closed my eyes inside the room and somehow cooled my body down.
“…Haaah…”
The heat had faded, yet no matter how much time passed the strange cohabitation with Young Hero Geungwang refused to leave my head.
…It felt good back then…
“No, no, no…!
I’m about to take the chastity belt off and go embrace a woman—why do I keep thinking about cocks…!?”
I slapped both cheeks with my palms, the sharp smacks ringing out as I tried to scatter the cocks that kept floating up in my mind. That was when Maeng Harang’s voice drifted in from outside the room.
“Gaeul hyung—are we skipping class today—?”
“Ah, coming right out…!”
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I hurried out of my room and found Maeng Harang sprawled across the big living-room sofa.
“Hm…? Where’s Seowol…?”
“Self-cancelled. Said he’s going clothes shopping today. I’m skipping class too—!”
Maeng Harang lay there waving his arms and legs at me; his face—already usually smiling—was blooming with pure delight at the prospect of cutting class.
“Oh, really?”
Maeng Harang was one thing, but the ever-diligent Im Seowol skipping class to go buy clothes? I was still reeling from the surprise when Maeng Harang dropped an even bigger bombshell.
“He probably won’t be back today—? I gave him a little silver so he could play around while he’s out shopping.”
“Seriously…?
You even gave him money to go out and play…”
“Mm—
Studying every day gets boring, right—? Heehee, I’m Brother Namgung’s proxy, after all—”
“I see…”
It had nothing to do with me directly, yet the fact that he had even handed over play money left me standing there a little stunned. Still lying on the sofa in the exact same pose, Maeng Harang spoke to me.
“What about you, Gaeul hyung—? We’ve got to go to the brothel tonight.”
“Ugh… w-well…”
Truthfully the classes were neither interesting nor particularly understandable, and I had no real reason to attend. If I forced myself to invent one, it would only be to feel like a student. On top of that I was in no mood to meet Han Yuyeon at the cafeteria during lunch, so no matter how I looked at it there was zero reason to go to class.
“Yeah… I’ll rest too.”
“Okay—? Do whatever you want. I’m gonna stay here and rest—”
Maeng Harang fluttered a hand from the sofa; for some reason his face looked rather tired.
……………
Tonight truly deserved to be called the hour of destiny. All those bizarre, shameless rules Maeng Harang had imposed under the pretext of “dormitory regulations”—the rule that I had to sit with my legs spread, the rule that I could not resist if someone touched my body—tonight I would win the bet and cancel every last one of them.
“After that I’ll make sure Maeng Harang can’t go after Yuyeon either, and we’ll go back to the way we used to get along…”
Whether the lover act I was putting on with Han Yuyeon had started because I wanted it or because Maeng Harang forced it had become so tangled that I could no longer tell… but right now my relationship with Han Yuyeon was twisted in a strange way. The last time we met I had even given him oral, yet his reaction had been oddly cold. I wanted to straighten out that warped relationship and return to the good old days. My bond with Han Yuyeon was special; it reminded me of the happy childhood we had shared before the family went bankrupt and everyone scattered.
“…All right…! Time to get ready…!”
After loafing around all day I checked that it was the Hour of the Pig—between nine and eleven at night—and began pulling out the clothes I had already decided on.
“Good, bottoms are settled with these…”
Afraid of being mistaken for something weird by the red-light-district courtesans the way I had last time, I wanted to look as masculine as possible, so I put on the only pair of shorts left in the wardrobe: a pair of skin-tight dajiku—leggings.
“Ugh, nothing that covers the navel… I guess…”
Almost every top in the closet left not only the lower belly but the upper belly completely bare. I had no choice but to put on the most masculine-looking thing I could find and check myself in the mirror once.
“…Mm… good enough. Let’s go.”
Aside from the fact that it was not a skirt, I looked no different from usual, so all the preparation felt rather pointless.
Click, click—
I walked through the bustling red-light district toward Geoyuru, the courtesan house where Chae Yeowon worked.
“Hey there, miss…!”
A well-dressed young man suddenly caught my shoulder.
H-he’s kind of handsome…
For reasons I could not name my heart gave a strange little flutter as I looked up at him.
“W-what is it…?”
“Haha, don’t look so suspicious. Want to try working at our house? All you have to do is eat with the guests and pour drinks…”
Unlike the face that had briefly appealed to me, the man was just a tout. The faint flutter in my chest went cold.
“…I’m a man…!
Hmph!”
The tout seemed to think I was lying and clung even tighter; we ended up scuffling right there in the street.
“Liar!
Then come here and drop your pants so we can check!”
“Let go, let go…!”
Outmatched in strength, I was being dragged little by little toward a back alley. I knew instinctively that if I went in there something bad would happen.
“Ugh, stop it…! I said let go…!”
“Excuse me—might I ask what business you have with my little brother?”
“………?”
Just as I was in real danger a woman stepped between the tout and me. It was Chae Yeowon.
“N-noona?!”
“That’s right. Come on, little brother. Let’s go. It’s time for big sister to work.”
She smiled and gave me a little nod; only then did I realize she was putting on an act.
“Yeah…! Let’s go together…!”
“That… was really a man…!?”
Leaving the gaping tout behind, I took Chae Yeowon’s hand and followed her. She was taller than me; holding her hand as we walked somehow made me feel safe.
“N-noona…”