Chapter 172: A Morning in Onahole Academy [R-18]

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Thursday morning.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep, sharing a bed with Hyejeong, but I surprisingly slept like a log.

It was probably because I’d been staying awake for so long for one reason or another. I barely slept while guarding the student council president, too…

In the end, there were no more villain attacks, so it seems I worried for nothing.

“Haaah.”

What the hell? Why is my dick so hard?

Given its size, it’s no longer surprising to see its head peeking out and bobbing around every morning, but…

It’s rock-hard. Like my sisters had been sucking it all morning…

Did Hyejeong see me sleeping like this?

She did.

She 100% saw it. Is it possible Hyejeong grabbed it and rubbed against it, making me cum in my sleep?

I felt around the bedsheets, but there were no wet spots. They were fresh and smelled nice. The moment I realized it was Hyejeong’s scent, my dick got even harder.

Mom is off-limits.

But the fact that she registered on my onahole aptitude scan means… what?

That Hyejeong is a heroine…?

Hyejeong was beautiful enough to shake my conviction that a mother couldn’t possibly be a love interest, let alone a heroine, but…

What would happen if we started dating?

Wouldn’t my sisters effectively become my daughters?

Then I’d be… in my daughters’ holes… Aaaargh! No! Stop thinking!

The moment I reframed the situation in my head—my step-sisters evolving into daughters—a fantasy of such an incredible magnitude unfolded that not even a mosaic could cover it up.

「You’re a daddy now♡ Oppa? Do you prefer being called Oppa or Daddy?」

Shake, shake!!

I shook my head violently to dispel the delusion.

Whew. I almost imagined a pregnant Stella and Serena acting all cute~.

…I did it.

To be honest, changing what you call each other during sex is a relatively common form of play, but in a real situation, there’s something about it that gives me the creeps. I guess the traditionalist in me hasn’t quite blossomed to that point yet.

What the hell am I thinking about first thing in the morning?

Thanks to En’s curse—or rather, her blessing—to just have perverted sex, I’d already come inside my pretty sisters, one after the other, before bed.

If this kind of life continues, do you think I’ll like it…?

…Thank you so very much, Goddess!

I offered a small prayer to En and got out of bed.

Huh.

My dick is really sensitive. What’s up?

There’s no way Hyejeong did anything…

Perhaps because I slept more deeply than I thought, I had no way of knowing what happened while I was asleep.

Like she’d do anything. Has my brain already been pickled by this eroge?

Hyejeong was just being considerate since I didn’t have a bed. We slept under the same blanket and nothing happened.

Good. Let’s just keep it this way.

“Ah, Oppa. You’re awake?”

Serena, wearing an apron and holding an armful of bed covers, smiled at me.

It was a sight that instantly made me think it was going to be a wonderful morning.

“Serena. I love you.”

“Wha—? What’s this all of a sudden! Mm, I love you, too.”

It looked like she had just stripped the sheets from my room.

“Sorry about the mess yesterday. I put on new ones, so it’s all fresh now!”

“It’s fine. I slept in Mom’s room.”

“…”

Serena isn’t surprised?

She looks like she already knew.

“I want to take care of you, Oppa. But I don’t think Mom likes it.”

“…We should have toned it down a bit…”

I could understand why Hyejeong was interfering with us.

From her perspective, our first meeting was… catching me in the middle of a threesome with my sisters.

“Once Mom falls head over heels for you too, Oppa, then there will be no limits!”

No limits in this house?

“If there are no limits, I’m scared of what I might do to you guys.”

“What do you want to do? Hehe.”

“…”

Serena smiled seductively.

It felt like she’d accept whatever I said I wanted to do…

I’m in deep trouble, getting so used to being hard in front of my little sister.

“Go wash up and eat, Oppa.”

When I went downstairs, I ran into Stella, who had just gotten out of the shower.

“Orabeoni. The bathroom’s free.”

“Stella. Did you sleep well?”

“What? So suddenly?”

Stella, her damp, straight blonde hair framing her face, stared at me with narrowed eyes.

“How could I have slept well without you, Orabeoni?”

Such an aggressive tone for such a sweet message!

I couldn’t help but feel pleased.

“Still, it looks like you slept well, Orabeoni.”

Stella said, glancing down at my morning wood.

“You should calm it down for me, Stella.”

“What? Now? I have to change and…”

As I stepped closer, Stella flinched but then, as if she had no choice, gently took out my dick and started stroking it.

Ah, little sisters are the best…

“Ugh. Making your sister do this right after she showered. You like this?”

“I love it.”

“Here. Shuk, shuk. I’ll make you feel good. Let’s calm it down quickly.”

Hoo, this feels good…

Getting a morning handjob from Stella.

I slowly played with my focused, blonde, red-eyed sister’s hair, admiring the nape of her neck, or touching the breasts I could see through the gaps in her thin clothes.

“Are you about to cum? Where do you want to shoot it, Oppa? My hand? My mouth?”

“In your panties.”

“…”

Stella stared at me as if questioning my character, but she didn’t stop stroking me.

“Inside?”

“Inside your panties.”

“But I just showered…”

Grumbling, Stella pulled down her hot pants to show me what was underneath.

I pressed my dick, which was on the verge of erupting, against Stella’s warm pussy and unloaded my cum all over her vulva.

Spurt… Spurt! Spurt!

“…”

Stella twitched as she watched the space between her panties and her pussy fill with my semen.

“I think I’m going to reek of your cum, Orabeoni…”

“Ah… it keeps coming…”

Spurt. Spurt.

I finished myself off with my own hand, shooting my load right into Stella’s panties.

Stella, now wearing cum-soaked panties, said with a blush.

“Satisfied now?”

“Satisfied.”

Stella walked up the stairs with a slightly awkward gait because of her wet panties.

I checked the floor to see if any had dripped, but it seemed to be contained.

“Hoo.”

Kim Sang-hyeok, being a pervert to his sister’s panties and then taking a shower. What a legend.

After covering only what needed to be covered, I came out shirtless and my eyes met Hyejeong’s.

She stared at my body, looking dazed.

“Did you sleep well? Mother.”

“Hey, put your clothes on properly!”

“What’s the big deal? This is fine between family…”

“No.”

She’s surprisingly conservative.

“You’re wearing hot pants too, Mother. Don’t Serena and Stella wear them because they see you do it?”

“But I’m not naked…”

My dick reacted at the thought of Hyejeong’s naked body.

“Hurry up and get dressed before Serena and Stella see you.”

It’s not like they haven’t seen everything already…

But I should listen to my mom. After I got ready and changed into my academy uniform, a delicious smell wafted up from the first floor.

The smell of freshly cooked rice… I love it…

There’s doenjang-jjigae, too.

There’s a certain joy in imagining the menu.

Stella seemed to be still getting ready, while Serena and her mom were bustling about in the kitchen.

The breakfast spread was quite lavish. The jeon from yesterday was out, but the mother and daughter were also grilling fresh fish.

“We’re grilling some Spanish mackerel. Just wait a little bit.”

“Oppa, we’re making japchae, too!”

“Nice.”

“This is the last of the shishito peppers.”

Do we need to go grocery shopping?

I opened the fridge and saw it was pretty empty.

“If you’re going shopping today, should I be your pack mule?”

“Nnng! It’s okay. I’m strong.”

I’m definitely going with them.

I went to the kitchen to help set out the plates, but Mom and Serena blocked me.

“Where do you think you’re going? A man in the kitchen?”

“Oppa! This is a woman’s job.”

“Oh, right…”

I see.

I could now tell that Serena’s traditional, good-wife-wise-mother mindset came from her mother.

It’s just that her mother herself, with her natural platinum blonde hair and mysterious purple eyes—features that made her look like an influencer model—looked strangely out of place preparing a meal in the kitchen, though I felt bad for thinking it.

But still.

The way she handled the pan was no joke… Mom’s cooking skills were even better than Serena’s.

“I’m making nutritious rice and soup, too. Wait. I’ll make you something I learned when I went to Turkey.”

“Ooh…”

“Mom has traveled to many countries, so she knows how to cook a variety of foreign dishes.”

“That’s amazing.”

Hyejeong scoffed.

“What good is that? I just end up eating alone.”

“I’m waiting right here with my mouth open.”

“That’s why it’s rewarding to cook. Here, have a bite.”

What is this?

It was a strange dish—a slice of eggplant cut down the middle, topped with ground beef, finely chopped onions, and tomatoes.

It looked like she gave me some leftovers from the main dish.

It’s delicious…!

Eggplant is a love-it-or-hate-it food, and I’m more on the hate-it side…

But the taste and texture of the eggplant actually enhanced the flavor of the beef, and they went so well together…

Hyejeong fed me the piece without even looking at me, her focus entirely on her cooking.

“Mm-mm…”

I nodded.

“Is it good?”

“It’s delicious.”

“Oppa. Try this, too.”

Mmmph!?

Serena put something else in my mouth. Was this what she was blowing on earlier to cool it down?

“This can’t possibly fail.”

I nodded as I ate.

“Yep! Cheesy potatoes!”

Standing between my beautiful sister and my mom, doing a little taste-test show, made me so happy.

I decided to go sit at the table and wait quietly, and just then, Stella came down in her uniform.

“You’re a little late?”

“…I had to change my underwear.”

Ah, right. My fault.

“You already forgot, didn’t you? Hm?”

Stella naturally started setting the table with utensils and bowls. Is this a part where the older brother gets to just sit still?

“Should I help, too?”

“What are you talking about? No. Just sit.”

“Everyone’s so busy, it makes me antsy just sitting here.”

“Just sit there and look important.”

Hmm… Should I open a newspaper, too?

Since there’s no newspaper, I turn on my phone instead. My messenger was already flooded. I hadn’t really looked at my phone since I was transmigrated, but what is all this?

Why were there so many messages from unsaved numbers? Almost all of them had profile pictures of girls’ faces with stickers covering their noses or mouths.

「Kim Sang-hyeok-seonbaenim! I’m a first-year, XXX…」

「Whatcha doin?? ㅎㅎ」

「Got a gf?」

「I’m boredd」

There was an absurd number of chat rooms with a single, seemingly meaningless message from someone hitting me up first.

Looks like my number got out…

I decided to enjoy this attention for a moment.

This isn’t the Hero App, so I don’t have to block them. Has there ever been a time in my life when so many girls messaged me first?

I changed my default profile picture. I put up a photo of my face I’d taken this morning.

Hmm.

I hope I get a lot of messages.

I’m only going to reply to my girlfriends, but I thought it would be nice to experience having a phone overflowing with girls’ numbers for once.

Just three minutes after setting my profile picture, a new chat room popped up with a female student I didn’t know already calling me Oppa.

What exactly is the life of a handsome man…?

“Oppa. You waited a long time, didn’t you?”

I put my phone down and focused on breakfast.

First, I drank the soup that warmed my stomach, then ate the japchae.

“It’s delicious.”

“Hehe…”

The rice is so good… Sniffle…

The ultra-luxurious Korean beef restaurant I went to with the President was no joke, but the table prepared by Mom and Serena’s collaboration was more than just a home-cooked meal.

“This is so good. I want to eat this rice for the rest of my life…”

“It’s that good…?”

Serena blushed shyly.

What surprised me was the rice. It was soft, cooked through perfectly, and each grain held its shape.

“What is this? Mom.”

“Nutritious butter rice. I stir-fried some butter and onions, then cooked the rice in chicken broth.”

“It’s delicious…”

Delicious. So delicious.

I’m glad to be alive.

“Try the Karnıyarık, too.”

“This? The eggplant dish?”

“Ah. In Korean, it would be… beef and eggplant stir-fry, I guess?”

I tried it earlier. It was a dish made by stuffing eggplants full of ground beef.

I tried it with the nutritious butter rice Hyejeong made.

Delicious!

“There’s more, so eat slowly.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

I finished two whole bowls before getting up from my seat.

Stella and Serena neatly stacked the dishes and put them in the sink.

“Have a good day at the academy.”

“We’ll be back.”

As I was putting on my shoes at the entrance, Serena and Stella came down with their crossbody bags.

They were both wearing black stockings today. Serena wore pantyhose, and Stella wore high-knee socks.

Swoosh.

Just before leaving, Serena and Stella quickly lifted their skirts to show me.

“It’s light blue today, Oppa.”

“…Mine’s yellow.”

A bountiful panty-check time.

I stared at my sisters’ panties as if mesmerized. For about three seconds.

Because Hyejeong had come out to see us off, they both hurriedly lowered their skirts, but that brief moment was all the more precious for it.

Light blue and yellow today, huh.

I’ll remember that…

“I’m leaving, Mom!”

“We’ll be back, Mom~.”

After Stella and Serena left the house, Hyejeong stopped me, as if to hold me back.

“Ah, son?”

All the slight awkwardness and embarrassment of addressing an adopted son was steeped in that single word, ‘son’.

“Yes?”

Hyejeong hesitated before speaking.

“If you need Mom’s help with anything… just tell me?”

She definitely meant it in a good way, but being a healthy man, my eyes immediately went to Hyejeong’s large breasts.

The difficulty level of where to look is too damn high!

“…Okay.”

I barely managed to meet her eyes again, pretending to be an innocent son, but an odd, suggestive atmosphere hung in the air between us, as if Hyejeong had already seen right through me…

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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