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“Are you having sex properly?”

“… … .＂

A voice sounds softly in my ear.

I felt my heart sink as I heard that voice that was so similar to Gaon oppa’s.

‘Why why… . Is this how you feel?

Unfortunately, that day was the last time I was hugged by Gaon Oppa.

The day I first met Garam oppa… .

The last time we were able to touch each other was because my brother, who came wearing an eye patch that day, gave me a vaginal ejaculation.

It wasn’t that I didn’t try.

When I had time left, I went to Gaon oppa’s house. If possible, I tried to sleep there.

But in reality, Gaon’s things didn’t work.

No, to be precise, the cock lowered its head as soon as I tried to put it inside me.

When I watch the video of myself being fucked by Garam oppa, my dick erects.

He vividly describes how good it felt at that time, and when he strokes his stepdaughter, he gets an erection as if it will explode at any moment.

When Gaon oppa ejaculates inside my body.

At that time, the timing is right and he sprays semen on my palm.

But that was all.

As soon as I tried to put it inside me, my erection gave out.

As a second best solution, I tried to penetrate Gaon by showing her a video of her being fucked, but that also didn’t help.

His cock became soft, as if to say that this was a place he should not enter.

Thanks to this, my body got used to Garam oppa’s cock.

If I wake up like this tomorrow morning, my body will probably be as wide as my brother’s for a while.

Even as you go about your daily life, you will suddenly become aware of the space that cannot be closed and think of Garam oppa.

I know it shouldn’t be like that.

This is not cheating.

This is all for Gaon Oppa.

It is a type of play.

So, my heart… … .

Not the body, but the mind… … .

“of course. I do it every time with Gaon oppa too.”

“… … .＂

“Unless it’s the day my brother comes…” . Most of the time, I sleep at Gaon oppa’s house.”

“is it… … .＂

Garam oppa hugged me tightly in a lower voice.

As if he didn’t want to fall.

As if I don’t want to let go.

As if he was disappointed to hear that he was being hugged by a man other than himself.

As if he didn’t want to believe those words came out of my mouth.

“also… . I see… … … .＂

The voice that seemed to be immersed in sadness made my heart tingle and tingle.

Obviously my boyfriend is Han Ga-on… .

There is absolutely no reason for me to be heartbroken just because Garam oppa is disappointed or sad… .

＂Yoojeong.＂

“… … why.”

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A fairly long silence followed.

And at the end of that silence, my brother spoke.

“no… . nothing… … .＂

“… … .＂

“good night.”

A voice that seems resigned.

The voice that seems to have given up on something rips at my heart.

What did my brother want to say?

It was difficult for my poor imagination to guess my brother’s feelings.

＂Your brother too… . good night… … .＂

This was all I could say.

I console myself that this is right, that I have done nothing wrong… .

Other than hugging Garam oppa’s things and saying good night… .

There was nothing I could do.

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Ah, it’s a dream.

I am dreaming now.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me.

In my dream I was dancing. was singing a song

Amidst the cheers of countless fans, I was laughing with my old colleagues in a thrilling and calm sense of pleasure.

I finished the stage and waved.

My brother was standing at the end.

Not the manager oppa.

PD oppa.

Time passed quickly.

I achieved great success as an idol and became pregnant at age 28.

The stomach, which had been solid without any flab, bulged with new life.

I was sitting on top of my brother.

I was greedy for pleasure carefully so as not to harm the child.

My brother looked up at me and smiled.

He rubs my stomach and looks up at me with loving eyes.

I couldn’t tell if it was the manager oppa or the PD oppa.

Honestly, I was confused.

Whose child is the child in my stomach? .

Who is the man I married… .

“Huh… … … … !”

Burrr!!!! View view!!!

A feeling of the uterus being pushed up.

I opened my eyes to the sensation of hot liquid flowing into my body.

＂Oh..oppa?＂

“… … .＂

Garam oppa had no reaction.

He was silently spitting out semen inside me.

I trembled at the feeling of my body being filled with gentle pleasure.

The day was already bright.

Light was flowing in so bright that it swallowed up the light from the mood lights.

＂What..what dream did you have… … … . I’m pregnant… … .＂

I tightened the hole and grabbed the towel I had left nearby.

Garam’s situation showed no signs of ending.

It seems like he’s really trying to get me pregnant.

It’s like he’s going to swell my stomach with semen.

Just like yesterday, semen was being poured out inside me.

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As expected, I covered the hole that wouldn’t close with a towel and went down to the bathroom.

And I stood under the shower for a while. For some reason I remembered the dream, so I even sprayed water inside the hole to wash away the semen.

“really… . How much did it cost… … .＂

However, no matter what I did, the semen contained inside the uterus would not come out at once.

The uterus was slowly leaking thick and sticky semen into the vagina, which was opened in the shape of my brother.

“It’s going to flow all day today…” … .＂

I had no choice but to wear a sanitary pad.

If I don’t do this, my panties will get stained little by little by my brother’s semen.

“brother… . Are you still sleeping?”

I came up to the second floor, making the sound of footsteps, but my brother was still asleep.

As if I had kicked off the blanket, I could see the semi-erect dick at a glance.

“Isn’t this pretending to sleep again?”

I approached Garam oppa wearing only a pair of panties.

“… … .＂

Her sleeping face resembled Gaon’s brother.

Everything about him, from his facial features to his voice to his body, was like Gaon’s oppa.

The only thing that was different was personality and dick.

“If the… . If I had met Garam oppa before Gaon oppa… … . With Garam oppa… … .＂

I said that without thinking and kept my mouth shut.

And then he quickly shook his head from side to side.

For no reason, I heard a strange noise before going to bed, which made me feel uneasy.

I’ve been stuck on this cock all night, so my body just wants Garam oppa’s cock.

It’s not that my love for Ga-on oppa wavers.

I like Gaon oppa.

Garam oppa looks so much like Gaon oppa that it’s just eye-catching.

My boyfriend is still Han Ga-on, and Han Garam is just my boyfriend’s older brother.

“still… . Because I feel a little pitiful… … .＂

I shook my brother slightly.

I put my hand on my strong chest and shook my body.

“… … .＂

But there is no response.

It seems that saying I was tired wasn’t a complete lie.

“Practice… . Because it’s important to keep doing it over and over again… … .＂

I put the blanket aside and crawled between my brother’s legs.

A cock covered with semen and love juice did not look delicious even to say the least.

It was not a visual that I would ever want to put in my mouth.

So I carefully wiped my dick with a wet tissue.

Be careful not to wake up your brother.

In fact, yesterday, in front of the camcorder, my brother thrust his dick into my face again.

He made a gesture asking me to suck him like last time.

“Because I didn’t wash it properly back then. “I’ll wash it for you now.”

This is fella practice for Ga-on oppa, and an apology for lying to Garam oppa yesterday.

It’s a small revenge for ejaculating mercilessly on my sleeping body.

Oops.

Even after wiping it off with a wet tissue, an obscene scent hit my nose.

The more I rolled my tongue, the more I felt my brother twitch, and the more I swallowed his dick little by little, the stronger the scent became.

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“… … … … “I think I had a really dirty dream.”

I looked up at the ceiling, which was closer to my face than usual, and moved my hands.

The only thing rubbing against my palm is the feel of a soft blanket.

Unfortunately, Yujeong was not next to me.

Looking at the quietness of the officetel itself, it seemed like they had already gone out.

“… … .＂

I rolled over on my side and hugged the blanket tightly.

As I take a deep breath, the scent of Bangyujeong penetrates into me.

“Gaon is this bastard… . Was it erectile dysfunction? … .＂

Today is Thursday.

Perhaps Yoo-jeong will go to Ga-on’s house and sleep today.

You will have fun biting, sucking, and fucking while watching the concept video I filmed yesterday.

“That’s natural, but… … . My stomach is a little upset… … .＂

Maybe Gaon is right.

I like to steal. That may be why the male characters in my novels steal all the women around them.

It may not be because I reflected the needs of readers, but because my personality with a strong desire for exclusiveness was reflected, the main characters may have been molded that way.

“Taking away the heroine… … . Would it be like a novel? … .＂

I sighed deeply and gathered my mind.

Let’s wash first. And let’s write the novel as usual. Let me do my thing.

“I’ll try to mix it well on Friday as well.”

Let’s practice singing hard and secretly appeal that we want to go to sleep.

If I do that, Yujeong will naturally lead me to his home.

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I greeted this Friday morning with that in mind.

I’m feeling a little bit of anticipation about going to see Yoo-jeong today, and a little bit of jealousy that Ga-on and Yoo-jeong will be right next to each other by now.

A KakaoTalk message came from Yujeong.

– Garam oppa.

– I think it would be a good idea to take a break from lessons today.