Chapter 2
Sexual release.
The moment I heard that, I snapped fully awake. I couldn't believe the term sexual release had come from my twin younger sister's mouth.
Perhaps she'd read my flustered expression, because Chaerin's face flushed red as well.
“Ah, no! I-I mean, you're an adult now, too! I wondered if I was supposed to take care of you like families in other homes do... I-I really don't want to!”
Chaerin's expression said the opposite of her words. Was she just bad at lying, or unable to hide her excitement? Unlike her bright-red cheeks, her wavering eyes sparkled with anticipation.
“Did I normally receive sexual release?”
Chaerin shook her head at my question. Then, after thinking for a moment, she spoke.
“You didn't before the accident... but usually, once you're an adult, your family takes care of it….”
Was this a world where it was normal for family members to provide sexual release? My mind was filled with a jolt of electricity. At the same time, unbearable excitement surged through me.
How was I supposed to receive sexual release? By hand? Her mouth? Or sex?
The fact that Chaerin was family wasn't a problem at all.
This body wasn't mine anyway. The guilt I felt toward its owner had already vanished at the thought that a beautiful woman I'd met only an hour ago was offering me sexual release.
I was just about to take off my pants when I suddenly stopped.
Would Chaerin think I was a pervert if I accepted sexual release so eagerly? What if I'd misread her expression and she really didn't want to do it?
“If you don't want to, you don't have to.”
My cautious remark only made Chaerin even more flustered.
“They say it's bad for a man's health if he doesn't get rid of his semen. You've been in the hospital a long time, so you should let it out soon…? Honestly, I don't like it, but it has to be done….”
The corners of Chaerin's mouth slowly curled upward as she said she disliked it.
As if she couldn't hold back any longer, Chaerin grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the mattress.
“Take them off. I'll give you sexual release with my hand.”
Chaerin swallowed dryly. The small bob of her throat revealed all her tension.
She cautiously knelt in front of me. After making me sit on the mattress, she awkwardly tried to pull down my pants.
Even so, her wavering eyes remained fixed on just one place: the bulging front of my pants.
I couldn't hold back either, so I immediately undid my belt buckle. The sound of the zipper coming down rang unusually loudly. When I took off my underwear as well, my cock popped out with a thump.
“……!”
Chaerin's shoulders flinched. Her eyes widened with shock and curiosity.
It was overwhelmingly larger and hotter than any ordinary man's. The thickly veined shaft and vicious-looking glans twitched, flaunting their imposing size.
Chaerin was so focused that she stared at my cock with her mouth open. Even her stare made it grow harder, swelling more threateningly.
“A-are we doing this?”
Along with Chaerin's trembling voice, her small white hand cautiously approached. Her slender fingers, trembling as though they might break, touched my hot cock.
I swallowed involuntarily. A shiver ran through my entire body. The sensation was warm, soft, moist, and unbelievably yielding.
The pleasure from a woman's soft flesh, so different from my rough, clumsy hands, sent a shiver down my spine.
It was the first time in my life a woman had held my cock, and the impact was tremendous.
Chaerin's small right hand couldn't even completely encircle my enormous cock. The visual pleasure of that overwhelming size difference made my head swim. That small hand was holding my cock right now.
Chaerin couldn't meet my eyes and focused solely on the enormous cock in her hand.
When my cock twitched with pleasure, Chaerin jumped in surprise.
“Are you okay? Did I grip you too hard?”
“No, it feels really good right now.”
She could probably have gripped it harder, but I barely had the presence of mind to say anything.
Chaerin's first strokes were very clumsy. She moved too slowly, or else too weakly, fumbling without knowing what to do.
Not knowing how to handle my cock, all she could do was rub it up and down. But even that clumsiness drove me crazy.
The fact that my twin younger sister was blushing while holding my cock was itself the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Before long, precum began to well up with a wet gurgle from the tip of my glans. As the clear, sticky fluid ran down the shaft, Chaerin's hand movements became smoother.
Slap, slap, slap
Only then did a proper sound begin. The wet sound of my cock being stroked by my twin younger sister echoed through the small room.
Chaerin's white hand glistened lewdly, slick with my precum.
She seemed even more excited by the obscene sight she was creating with her hands, panting heavily as she slightly twisted her hips.
Her fingers, now somewhat accustomed to the handjob, explored every part of my cock.
She stroked the veiny shaft upward with her thumb and slowly rubbed the sensitive underside of my glans with her palm.
Each time, my cock twitched in response, and Chaerin's eyes shone as if she'd discovered a hidden treasure.
“Does it feel good here? Here? Or maybe here?”
Chaerin even used her left hand, shaking my cock with both hands.
I tried to meet Chaerin's eyes, but my gaze landed on her enormous cleavage again. My mind went blank at the sight of her breasts bouncing each time she moved her arms.
By then, Chaerin had begun rhythmically stroking my cock with a snap of her wrists. It was as if my cock were dancing in her hands.
I couldn't help marveling at how quickly she'd gotten used to it in less than five minutes. Maybe Chaerin had even practiced giving handjobs for my sake.
She had definitely been slow at first, but my breathing grew rougher as her strokes gradually sped up.
I felt my balls contract hard as my orgasm built. But I didn't want it to end like this.
I wanted to savor this pleasure a little longer. I clenched my teeth, tensed my thighs, and suppressed the urge to explode.
Perhaps she'd noticed the change in me, because Chaerin's hand faltered for a moment. She raised her head and looked into my eyes for the first time.
Her slightly flustered eyes were filled with anxiety, as though asking, ‘Did I do something wrong?’ I smiled unconsciously at that look and spoke in a low voice.
“Keep going.”
At those words, Chaerin's face brightened again. Like a puppy that had been praised, she focused on my cock once more and moved her hand even more passionately.
Her movements were far bolder and more overt than before.
As if she really had practiced, she rubbed my glans with her palm wet with precum.
The urge to cum surged over me again like a wave. This time, I couldn't stop it. I decided to let myself explode into that small hand.
“Chaerin, I’m going to cum…!”
At my words, Chaerin instinctively gripped my cock even tighter. That pressure became the final trigger.
Brrrzzzt!
An enormous amount of semen exploded like a volcano. Hot, thick cum filled her small hand, then overflowed, running down her wrist and soaking her pale thighs.
A few streams, unable to be contained, shot upward, leaving white traces on Chaerin's cheeks and chin.
Chaerin's eyes went round in surprise at the unexpected amount and force.
“Hyaaah?”
The ejaculation didn't stop.
Glug, glug. My cock thrashed desperately to the very end, squeezing out every last drop left deep in my balls.
Chaerin could only stare blankly down at the semen covering her hands and face.
Her expression was a mixture of shock and undeniable arousal. I watched her face, my brows twitching.
Wiping away the semen still oozing out with her fingertips, Chaerin muttered,
“There’s so much….”
Chaerin unconsciously tried to lick the semen from her hand.
But when her eyes met mine, she realized what she was doing, and her face flushed as if it might burst.
“I-I was just curious what it tasted like! Well, I’m going to wash my hands…!”
Chaerin hurriedly got to her feet and disappeared into the bathroom as though fleeing.
Alone in the room, I burst out laughing at Chaerin's cute reaction. Before the afterglow of my orgasm had even faded, I felt my cock rising again.
Normally, I should have been in a post-orgasm lull after coming once, but my body showed no sign of cooling down.
Was a handjob really on a completely different level from masturbation? I'd never done it with a woman, so I had no way to know.
“Wow….”
I didn't know what to say. If a handjob felt this good, how good was sex?
Just then, the phone on the desk vibrated.
It was a message from Subin, the blonde beauty I'd seen at the hospital earlier.
As I was about to reply, I suddenly remembered the countless women who had been staring at me so intently.
Women had filled the streets. Everyone around me had treated me specially because I was a man.
After ejaculating, my mind had calmed enough to notice something strange.
Since possessing this body, I hadn't seen a single man.
Where were all the men?
***
Chaerin locked the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror.
She turned on the faucet, but had no desire whatsoever to wash the semen from her hands. Her reflection's face was flushed with desire.
“Haa, haa...”
The face of the happiest woman in the world, drenched in her twin older brother's semen.
She lowered her panties slightly, and sticky vaginal fluid stretched like a thread from her already-soaked slit.
With fingers covered in semen, she lightly stroked the mound above her pussy.
The satisfaction of having Sihyeok's semen smeared on her pussy sent a tingling thrill up her spine.
“Haaah…!”
When Sihyeok was in the traffic accident, Chaerin felt as though she'd lost the whole world. She cried in front of him all day long.
When Sihyeok opened his eyes, she thanked God. But the doctor's words about his amnesia brought another despair. Her kind twin older brother—the man who had only ever pushed her away—was gone now.
Yet when she asked Sihyeok about sexual release, he didn't refuse. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.
Normally, he would have recoiled at the mere mention of sexual release.
That was why she had pushed him to accept sexual release.
She felt guilty for taking advantage of Sihyeok's amnesia.
But that paltry guilt vanished the moment she gripped Sihyeok's hard cock in her hand.
The first cock she'd ever seen was far larger than Chaerin had expected, powerful and magnificent.
The moment she caught his hot semen in her hands and on her face, she felt an unbearably lewd happiness.
Unlike other men, Sihyeok got hard easily, didn't seem to be in pain, and even seemed to enjoy it. It was strange, but she didn't care.
Thanks to his amnesia, the personality that had kept him away from women seemed to have disappeared. His sexual appetite also seemed stronger.
She wished this happiness would continue. Until Sihyeok's memories returned, she wanted to give him sexual release every night.
No—perhaps she could go beyond sexual release… to something deeper.
Maybe she and her beloved older brother could become a real family.
“Oppa… Oppaaa….”