A Date That’s Not a Date (8)

While lying on the bed, Ji-hye’s hands begin to peel off my clothes, layer by layer.

Like a husband caught with his pants down, I quietly cooperate with her touch, removing my clothes. Ji-hye, with only her underwear on, glares at me as if I’m prey.

“Hey, hey. Relax your eyes a bit, you’re going to devour me?”

“Who started this shit first? If you’re going to half-ass it, end it now.”

What? Half-ass it?

“Is that you starting shit right now?”

“No, isn’t it a provocation? You can still stop now, so tell me quickly. Are you going all the way? Or stopping here?”

Getting heated, huh?

Provocation is good because it’s stimulating.

Yeah, that’s the pattern of aggressive women, provoking a man like that and getting it.

But what? Asking if I’m going to stop?

“Isn’t it still late at night?”

“Well, it’s not, is it? Night is just beginning, right? But it doesn’t matter, does it? It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Over before I know it? You’re getting a bit aggressive all of a sudden?”

“Hmm, I want to receive something aggressive today.”

Slowly, I unhooked her bra.

The underwear barely covering her areolas, draped over her shoulders and chest… always a delicious-looking chest.

But today, the chest isn’t the main event.

She’s especially aggressive today, not just provocative.

It feels like she’s saying, ‘Try to attack me however you can?’

Okay, she said it’s not late at night, right? Let’s really go all the way today.

I’ll do everything you like, and drain every drop out of you today.

“Kim Ji-hye.”

“Yeah?”

She smiles at my words.

She’s especially different today than when we have sex.

She’s expressing herself aggressively, with a strong feeling of ‘Hit me, hit me,’ like she’s being cocky.

Hit her? Ah, she’s a masochist, then… should I try that today? We haven’t done it since that chat.

She might want that… it’s just my guess.

“Come here, you bitch.”

“You bitch? Hey, watch your mouth, ugh.”

I pulled her by the waist and naturally covered her mouth with my hand.

I don’t avoid her glaring gaze at all.

There’s a reason. But I can’t easily know that reason.

Because I’m an ordinary person who can’t see into people’s hearts.

But there must be a reason why she’s especially aggressive today.

If the reason I know is right… this is the answer, and if it’s not, tonight will be really long. Because I have to find it.

“You’re crawling back up again, huh? Just a little dirty talk in your ear and you’re already wet.”

“Bullshit. Trying to win somehow? No way, not an-nooooow… Wai-wait a minute…”

“What’s with the ‘wait a minute’ again? Don’t you remember the first day as a slave? Today, we’re really going all the way.”

“Ah-ah, wait… a minute… Still, from the start, a little… gently… you moodless bastard, ah ah…”

I massaged her ass, which wasn’t even out of her panties yet.

Massaging and slowly pushing into her panties, gently scratching her butt crack, and her voice is already crawling.

“Gently? What gently? Is the slave ordering me around?”

“Ugh-ugh… Heugh-eugh…”

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

“Ah, no! Damn it, no! What can a slave do!”

“Then what should a slave do?”

Even if she drools all over me, she never says humiliating words.

I’m starting to get a sense of her resistance to my actions.

Ji-hye didn’t want sex today.

“Answer me. Why, should I open up your ass today? Huh?”

“No, no no no no! A, a slave has to listen! Uh, has to listen!”

The connection between me and Ji-hye isn’t sex.

Sex is just an intermediate link, the first connection is.

I met Ji-hye as a sadist, and she as a masochist.

Because we love each other? Because we have affection? Because we’re close?

Not at all. We met purely because our SM sexual desires matched well, and we could satisfy each other.

Ji-hye, who used to cum from just a few words from me, Ji-hye, who followed my words every day for a week and filmed her body.

Could she have been able to withstand days without satisfying her masochistic desires?

No. Definitely not. No matter how I think about it, my conclusion is that today is the day she couldn’t stand her masochistic tendencies and exploded.

As evidence, when I get rough, Ji-hye doesn’t refuse, but obeys.

Of course! Why? Because masochists get pleasure from obeying the orders of sadists.

It’s a simple, straightforward, certain, and perfect reason.

“But why are you crawling up? You think I’m a joke, you bitch? You want to act up a little because your oppa is a man who caters to your masochistic tastes?”

“Ah, no. I wa-wait a minute, my, my ass, there for a second! I’ve never been there——————!!”

She flails her arms, but I don’t stop.

I was forgetting too much. Ji-hye is a masochist. Not usually, but her sexual preference is masochistic.

I was aware that she was my younger sister, and we fought in the middle, so I forgot, but now I’m aware again.

That only strong sadism is happiness and pleasure for a masochist.

I’ve now clearly realized the reason we met.

‘I can follow your words during the day. But not at night anymore.’

She screamed silently with her mouth open.

With her eyes wide open, and her mouth open with drool dripping down.

Every time the finger that slightly entered her ass moved a little, she buried her face in my chest and moaned.

“Hey, tell me, what are you? You’re a slave, right? Or not?”

“Ma… ri… Aaaaah! Ge-gently! Please, please, I think I’m going crazy, please, oppa, please!”

My finger doesn’t stop.

She twists her body in my arms and resists, but there’s no way a woman with her waist grabbed can escape from a man’s arms.

The more she struggles with her waist hugged, the deeper I push my finger in little by little.

“Wa, wait, wait a minute, please, I, this, Aaaaaaaaaa!!”

My chest is ringing.

The metallic moan she’s letting out in my chest is echoing.

I could feel that it wasn’t pain on my thigh.

Because her panties were so wet that they were already soaked, and they were conveying the wetness to my thigh.

I gently grabbed her chin and faced her, and her face was covered in drool and tears.

I did it because she reacted to the stimulation especially in her ass, but it’s successful.

“Ha… ah… ha… ah… Wai, wait a minute… oppa… I really… I really think I’m going cra… crazy, please, just a little…”

“Did I stop when you told me to stop in the chat?”

“Ah… ple… please, oppa, I just cu… Heugeuiiiiit!”

I pulled down her already wet panties and bit her nipple.

As soon as the small but well-formed and firm nipple was bitten by my teeth, a moan burst out of her mindlessly.

It seems like I went too hard all at once, but no.

If today’s actions were actions to draw out my S side, it will be resolved without any complaints.

I bought something and was tired, but when I woke up, I saw oppa in my eyes.

But that oppa is a S and she is a M. Recently, we’ve had sex, but we haven’t done a full play of her M tendencies.

If her desire as a ‘masochist’ boiled over more than her sexual desire in a state of accumulated fatigue, it can be explained.

A desire that can’t be satisfied with sex, like wanting someone to harass her and treat her sadistically to give her pleasure.

It’s not a certainty. But I’m becoming certain when I see her following me even though I’m doing things differently than I’ve done so far.

“Kim Ji-hye, tell me with your mouth, whose slave are you?”

“Heugeueut… Wai, wait a minute, I… oppa, please, let me rest a little…”

Splat-

“Heugeuiiiiit!”

“You bitch, whose slave are you!”

“Oppa, yeah, oppa, oppa’s slave! I’m oppa’s slave!”

As soon as I hit her ass with my palm, she calls me without delay and trembles.

Even though she’s so excited that her pussy juice is slowly dripping down her thighs, she doesn’t think about getting out of my arms.

It’s a little funny to see her hugging me tightly, sticking out her tongue slightly, and dripping drool, but not now.

Because this is what I did to Ji-hye, weaker than what I did when I trained her in chat.

“Get up.”

“Ah, I got it… uh…”

When I lightly licked her nipple and ordered her, she slowly got up and stood on the bed, with both hands gathered on her lower abdomen.

I didn’t intend this, but if she got up, there’s no helping it.

“While bowing, repeat who you are a slave to.”

“…”

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

She’s just silently bowing her head at my words.

It’s a typical masochistic appearance. Disobedience not because she hates it, but to draw out more sadism from the sadist.

I realized that it’s an act of wanting to get more pleasure herself.

“If you don’t listen, I have to educate you until you listen. You dog-like bitch.”

“Ugh?!”

I hugged her waist and pulled her, placing her on my lap.

She’s struggling while lying face down, but the slight smile on her lips couldn’t escape my eyes.

Forget about the haughty, prickly, and fierce younger sister. Kim Sun-ho.

The woman in front of you now is a woman who wants a man to harass her and get pleasure.

“Whose slave are you.”

“…”

Splat-

“Heuang!”

“Whose slave are you.”

“…….”

Splaat-

“Heuaaang!”

“Let’s see how far you can hold out, really.”

Every time I hit her ass when she doesn’t answer, she moans and trembles instead of being in pain.

The slowly wetting and sticky flowing pussy juice told me that she felt good instead.

The pussy juice I slightly scooped up with my fingertips was stickier than the pussy juice that came out from foreplay before sex.

Yeah, this is my fault. It’s my fault for not understanding her fundamental tendencies and thinking that she would be satisfied with sex.

It’s definitely my fault for not conveying pleasure to the masochist and only passing it off with sex.

So I have to definitely release it today. I have to definitely release the sexual desire that I couldn’t solve, and make Ji-hye’s daily life possible.

To put it bluntly, it’s like I only gave Ji-hye a handjob and left her without letting her reach climax.

Splat-splaaat-splat

“Heugeut! Heueung! Heuang!”

“Kim Ji-hye. Tell me, who is your master?”

“O… O… Oppa… ya.”

She said shyly, as if confessing her first love.

I took a picture of the sticky, more viscous than starch syrup, pussy juice on the bed without sheets and showed it in front of her eyes.

“See? It’s thicker than before sex.”

“…”

“I’m sorry. This is, yeah. I didn’t know you had such masochistic desires.”

“Ah, no… that’s not… Heugiiiit!”

When I pinched her clit, she couldn’t continue speaking and struggled in my arms.

But even this isn’t pain.

No, to be exact, it’s pain, but that pain is pleasure, so it was a struggle of joy.

Every time I pinched her clit and she screamed, pussy juice was constantly dripping from her pussy, like harvesting honey from a beehive.

“Tonight is long.”

I whispered in her ear.

“…I’ll release all of your masochistic acts today so you won’t even think about them for a while.”

At my words, Ji-hye nodded.

“No matter what I do… it seems like I’m destined to have good chemistry with oppa…”

She carefully looked at me and showed me a smile and her moist eyes.

“I wanted you to harass me a little more than sex… but you knew it like a ghost… and seeing you do it.”

Is it because we’re already a man and a woman intertwined by sexual tendencies, no matter what?

Even if she’s my younger sister, it’s hard to get out once we have good chemistry.

S and M stick together like magnets when they find a partner that suits them well.

I roughly hugged her head and pulled her, lightly stealing only her lips.

I looked at the tears slightly flowing down from her moist eyes and said briefly.

“It’s just the beginning?”

“Just… just do it enough so I can get up tomorrow…”

She blushed and asked with a shy expression.

But, don’t forget, little sister.

If you go easy on a masochist, you’ll really want to do it again because your sexual desires aren’t satisfied.

You said the night is just beginning.