Kim Ah-young - Younger Sister's Volunteer Work (2)
Kim A-young - My Sister's Volunteer Work (2)
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Familiar alleys and crumbling buildings came into view.
I had clearly sworn never to return when I left this place.
But because of my younger sister's request beside me now, I ended up coming back.
My younger sister, A-young, did volunteer work in the slums every weekend.
However, her team leader said she would be taking a few weeks off from volunteer work due to personal reasons.
A-young immediately asked me to accompany her, and I simply couldn't refuse.
Knowing A-young's personality, she would come here to volunteer alone if she had to.
"It feels like I'm on a date with Oppa for the first time in a while. It's really nice."
A-young was incredibly bubbly, as if she were out on a picnic.
Even though she grew up in the slums with me, A-young lacked a sense of caution regarding this neighborhood.
The slums were a place where the dregs of society gathered.
In this area, a young woman with A-young's looks was nothing more than easy prey.
Despite that, the reason A-young had remained safe was entirely because Seo-a noona had protected us.
Kim Seo-a, who was called a mad dog in these slums.
Noona had been a sturdy shield for our family.
She never stood by idly when anyone tried to mess with our family.
The sight of her, with her small frame, simultaneously taking down multiple grown men was still so impressive that it remained vivid in my memory.
Thanks to Seo-a noona's shield, A-young was able to grow up kind and pure.
But sometimes she was so naive it worried me.
A-young and I made a full circle around the neighborhood, starting from the entrance of the slums.
Now there was only one flophouse left.
"According to the documents the volunteer organization gave us, the resident of the last flophouse is listed as Jang Seon-deok."
Beside me, my sister flinched.
"What's wrong? Do you know him?"
"You could say that. When you do volunteer work, you get to know everyone living in this neighborhood. Anyway, we're almost done now. Let's power through to the end, Oppa. Yeah!"
I felt like my sister was vaguely dodging the question.
A-young took the lead and opened the door to Jang Seon-deok's flophouse, going inside.
As soon as the door opened, a foul stench hit me full in the face.
Even for a flophouse, the stench wasn't usually this bad.
"Honey?"
Did that old man just call A-young 'Honey'? I must have misheard, right?
"Honey. Next to. Who?"
I felt like I understood A-young's reaction at the door earlier.
It was only natural to frown when a bald old man called you 'Honey'.
I was about to say something, but A-young stopped me.
"I'm fine, Oppa. He's like this because he suffered a mental shock from something that happened in the past."
From the moment I entered this room, the look the old man gave me was extremely hostile.
But I couldn't exactly say anything to someone with mental issues.
Wanting to get this over with quickly, I looked through the file folder.
"It says here we need to give him a bath today. It says he hasn't been able to wash for two weeks because the volunteer team couldn't make it last week."
"Two weeks? Ah... right. I couldn't come here last week... yeah, that's right."
"A-young, I'll take over washing Mr. Jang Seon-deok's body."
No matter how serious A-young was about volunteering, I couldn't let her wash a man's body.
But the moment I took a step closer, the old man started having an episode.
"That guy! Wife. Steal! Thief!"
Words that couldn't even form a proper sentence burst out, making it impossible to understand what he was saying.
He was glaring and drooling—the very picture of a madman.
He made such a racket that a complaint came from the next room over, pounding on the wall.
"Keep it down over there!"
It seemed difficult to stay in the same space as the old man any longer.
"Oppa, I'll do it."
"Do what?"
"Washing the old man's body. I've done it a lot while volunteering at the nursing home, so I can do it well."
"That's different from this."
"No, it's not!"
Maybe it was because of what I said. A-young looked quite angry.
"The people at the nursing home and Mr. Jang Seon-deok living in this flophouse are both old people. They equally need a helping hand. You shouldn't discriminate! I thought you'd understand better than anyone, Oppa!"
The people living in this neighborhood were the type to repay kindness with malice.
I wanted to say that, but I had no choice but to swallow it.
If I did, A-young would definitely get really mad.
"Oppa, just wait outside the door for a bit. That way, if anything happens, you can come right in and save me, right?"
******
I was left alone with the old man once again.
It was the exact same situation as just a week ago.
'Last time was my mistake. I shouldn't have used violence against an old man with a mental illness.'
Right before his thing touched her mouth, she had used the self-defense technique her older sister taught her.
The most effective self-defense technique against a man. She had struck his groin.
While the old man screamed in pain and anger, A-young was able to quickly grab her clothes and escape.
But what happened then had bothered her all week.
Not only did she fail to provide him with proper volunteer service, but she also gave him the greatest pain a man could feel.
That was clearly an act that violated her spirit of volunteerism.
'This time will be different. I've also thought of a way to provide the old man with proper service.' A-young resolved.
Fortunately, the mentally ill old man seemed to have completely forgotten what happened last week.
He had become very docile ever since Jinsol oppa had left.
"Sir, it's time for your bath."
"With honey? That thing?"
A-young felt her face instantly heat up.
It was because she now knew what 'that thing' the old man was talking about meant.
'That thing' was definitely not a normal way of washing a body.
But she couldn't just leave the old man unattended like this.
If not her, there was no one else who could properly wash him.
So, she had agonized over it for the past week.
With the method she had finally come up with, she could sufficiently provide her volunteer service for the old man.
The events of last week were replayed in order.
A-young washed the old man's upper body, and then the old man washed A-young's upper body.
During that time, the old man groped A-young's body a few times, but it couldn't be helped.
Next was A-young's turn. It was time to wash the old man's lower body.
After washing between his thighs, calves, and toes.
There was only one area left that hadn't been washed yet.
The old man pulled down his underwear as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
'That thing', already swollen with anticipation, revealed itself.
"That thing. There. Put it in. Inside. With that. Thoroughly. That thing."
The old man asked A-young to provide the exact same service he had received from his wife in the past.
For A-young, who lacked sexual knowledge, the act of cleaning a man's genitals with her mouth was shocking.
But A-young recalled that she had seen a similar act before.
When they lived in the slums, Seo-a unnie would often disappear alone with Jinsol oppa.
Curious about what the two of them were doing without her, A-young had followed them.
Surprisingly, unnie was taking off oppa's pants and touching oppa's 'thing' with her hands.
And before long, something like white milk came out of oppa's 'thing'.
She couldn't hear well from a distance, but it sounded like the word 'cleaning' came from unnie's mouth.
Of course, the 'cleaning' Seo-a unnie did was always with her hands.
"I want to 'clean' oppa's thing too."
A-young muttered. If it were oppa, she wouldn't mind doing it with her mouth.
It seemed the old man had also engaged in a similar 'cleaning' act with his wife.
However, what still puzzled her was how something this big could be 'cleaned' with a mouth.
Of course, there was no way she would use her mouth for the old man.
"Regardless of the method, all I have to do is extract the white milk, right?" A-young was confident.
A-young wrapped the old man's thing with the damp towel she had used to wipe his body.
She was very careful in case it touched her hand directly.
"I can't do it bare-handed like Seo-a unnie did. Unless it was for Jinsol oppa."
She felt like she was discriminating, but it couldn't be helped.
Because Jinsol oppa was more special to her than anyone else.
But the old man seemed unhappy with the new 'cleaning' method A-young was providing.
"That thing. Different. I. Taught. That thing."
"This is also 'cleaning' your precious area. I'll extract all your white milk for you, so don't worry."
But A-young was flustered before she even started 'cleaning'.
With the method she knew, she couldn't 'clean' the old man's thing.
Oppa's thing had fit snugly in unnie's hand, so one hand was definitely enough.
The old man's thing was definitely not something that could be held with one hand.
Moreover, with the added thickness of the towel, all she could do with one hand was just support it.
"What if I get flustered already? There isn't just one way to 'clean' 'that thing'. There's also a way to do it with your mouth, so there's no rule saying I have to do it with only one hand."
A-young brought both of her hands to the old man's 'thing'.
When she interlaced her fingers and connected them, only then was she able to fully wrap around the old man's 'thing'.
"Then I'll start 'cleaning'."
A-young began to move her interlaced hands back and forth.
Seuruk-seuruk...
The sound of the cloth brushing against the skin could be heard at regular intervals.
An act no different from wiping the old man's limbs.
It was the exact same 'cleaning' act.
Despite that, A-young felt like she was doing something she shouldn't be doing.
Because she was seeing another man's naked body besides oppa's?
"But I've already seen old men naked plenty of times at the nursing home."
But it was her first time seeing one this big.
Moreover, it wasn't flaccid like other old men's, but so firmly erect that she could feel it even through the towel, which was also a first.
Furthermore, standing in her underwear in front of a man other than oppa was also embarrassing.
"This is just volunteer work to 'clean' the old man's body. Overcoming embarrassment is also a part of volunteering."
A-young steadied her mind and sped up her hands.
According to her knowledge, the white milk would definitely come out soon.