episode_0211

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Raw sex.

It feels better than I thought,

but it’s something I shouldn’t do.

If Woojin accidentally cums inside me—

If I end up carelessly getting pregnant like that—

What on earth would I do…?

“Inside… Don’t wreck my insides like… that… You can’t…”

It feels better than I thought,

but it’s something I shouldn’t do.

“For someone saying no, you sure look like you’re loving it.”

“N-No, stop…”

“You were the one who agreed to it first, Hayoon.”

“I didn’t… agree…! I was just… trying to breathe…”

“You agreed.”

“What nonsense…?! J-Just… stop…”

It feels…

better…

than I thought…

But it’s something…

I shouldn’t do…

…Still.

It feels even better than I imagined…

“Hn? Nn? Ngh…? Hn……?”

Every time Woojin presses down hard on my thighs and thrusts all the way to the deepest part of me, my mind goes blank.

Each time he pulls his thick, stiff cock almost all the way out before ruthlessly slamming into my cervix, only embarrassing moans escape me—ones I don’t want my little sister to hear.

Just as I start to worry—What if he cums inside me?—or feel the natural unease that follows,

Thud, thud. My untouched cervix is pounded mercilessly, dyeing my mind in pleasure.

Even if I try to think, I should stop him now,

Woojin presses his hips flush against me, wrecking my deepest parts as he pleases, leaving me with nothing but breathy moans.

So I had no choice but to glare at him, but…

…Maybe it’s because my eyes are dazed, drunk on pleasure.

Or maybe it’s because, despite glaring, I’m sticking my tongue out like a bitch in heat, swallowing his spit.

Far from slowing down,

he only goes

faster.

…This is dangerous.

“Huu… If you don’t like it, say so. Don’t just look up at me with teary eyes.”

“…I-I’m not crying…”

“…That’s not the point right now.”

“Hn…”

“You hate edging, right? But I can’t go all the way raw? …Why? …Ah, because it’s dangerous?”

“…That’s… …Ah.”

“I told you I’d pull out.”

“Hn…”

As if catching his breath, he releases my thighs and lightly tugs my hips toward him.

Thinking he might start pounding into me again like before, I instinctively squeeze my eyes shut,

but instead, he pulls his hips back, teasingly withdrawing to the edge before looking down at me with a playful grin.

Even with my mind in shambles, I know this is an extension of what he asked earlier—”You hate edging, right?”

So I should… either say I don’t want to do it raw or push Woojin’s lower stomach away to show him.

Then, I can make him promise to only put in the tip or tell him to wear a condom if he’s going all the way.

Catching my breath, I lower my gaze to stare at the cock glistening with my fluids, connected to my—

…No.

From an outsider’s perspective,

it’s less staring and more like…

honestly,

blankly.

Gawking.

“……”

…First of all, I won’t deny that raw feels better.

Honestly, I want to keep having sex with Woojin without a condom every time we meet.

But doing that… is something only animals living to breed would do.

Like Jiyoon, recklessly going raw just because it feels good—

the risk is too high.

Before I get too carried away and do something even riskier, I should stop here.

I’m a year older, so I should act like the responsible noona.

With what little rationality I’ve regained, I slowly reach my fingertips toward Woojin’s lower stomach.

But that’s all I manage.

“H-Hng…?!”

Thrust.

The fingers I had stretched out to push him bend slightly outward, barely grazing his abs.

…Naturally, his cock—already halfway pulled out—spreads me open again, plunging back inside.

Even now, as my palm presses against his body to push him away,

as if daring me to try,

Thrust.

He rams back in until the tip hits my deepest walls.

Until I’m left weakly pretending to resist while teetering on the edge.

…Until he’s buried inside me again.

“Why… Why won’t you pull out…? You keep pushing back in…”

“…You’re staring at my cock, swallowing your drool, yet your fingers hesitate to push me away. You’re turned on.”

“W-What kind of reason is that…?!”

The moment I try to protest, his lower stomach—which my hand had barely touched—suddenly pulls away again.

…No.

If he moves away like that,

if he keeps pounding into my cervix like that,

my mind will definitely go blank again.

So my fingers, which were trying to push him away,

“… ……Hn…”

this time don’t even make it halfway before curling weakly and stopping.

Because it just feels too good—the way his thick head scrapes mercilessly against my walls.

Because my body knows, from all the sex we’ve had, that the farther he pulls out, the deeper and longer his strokes will be.

Because I know from experience just how good that feels.

…And because I know raw sex feels even better than all of that.

So I stay still.

“H-Hng………”

Twitching in place, motionless.

Without even mustering the simple words “Put on a condom,” I stay still.

Until his firm abs press against my hand again.

Until he ruthlessly crushes my cervix once more.

Motionless.

“Weren’t you going to push me away, Hayoon?”

“Hah… Haaah…”

It’s not that I didn’t hear the question or couldn’t answer—I just avert my gaze slightly and let out a pleasured moan instead.

If I say yes, I’ll become the pervert who lost to the pleasure of raw sex despite preaching about contraception—even trying to push him away.

But even if I say no, the result isn’t much different.

I’d just be a slightly more shameless pervert admitting my true feelings.

Too embarrassed to answer,

and just too lost in pleasure,

instead of pushing him away—even as he relentlessly stimulates the deepest part of me, sending shivers down my spine—

I bite my lip hard

and crumple the bedsheet near my waist in my fists.

“…Heh. Noona, you must really be enjoying this. …Want me to wipe your drool? It’s dripping down your chin.”

“Hah… Haa… Shut… uuup…”

I force out the words between ragged breaths, but it’s pointless.

Ignoring me, Jiyoon wipes the saliva from my lips with her fingers,

then pinches my stiff nipples

between her fingers,

twisting them teasingly.

“Hn… Hn… Nooo… …Ah……”

Even as my ears fill with the lewd sounds of Jiyoon’s tongue lapping and sucking right beside me,

…I’ve gotten so overheated from letting her do as she pleases that even her warm tongue feels lukewarm against my skin.

Honestly, it feels even better than when Woojin plays with my chest—

but because it’s my little sister’s touch, I can’t admit it.

As I squirm under the pleasure,

“…Huh? Woojin, ah? Why…”

…whether out of lust or a hint of jealousy at our incestuous display,

he suddenly lowers his hips,

pulling me into a crushing embrace.

“…Ah, …S-Stop… Slow, down…?!”

Without even asking,

as if scolding me for cheating with my sister,

as if determined to make me cum to death,

he buries his face against my neck

and starts thrusting deep,

Thrust, thrust.

Pounding into me with his thick cock.

Before my mind completely blanks from pleasure, I desperately try to get Woojin to promise me again.

“…Woojin, ah. Woojin… No matter how… good it feels… You can’t… cum inside…”

“…Can’t?”

“What do you mean ‘can’t’…? Ah… Nn… Nnn… Seo Woojin, you…”

But those two short words

erase any memory of his earlier promise to pull out,

making it painfully obvious how badly he wants to creampie me.

I weakly kick his calves with my heels as he teases my walls, determined not to let me say no.

“I said nooo… Dummy…”

“…You’re safe. Like I said earlier.”

“What if my… cycle suddenly changes…? Ngh… Who knows, it’s just… too risky…”

“Huu… Jiyoon, do you know Hayoon’s cycle?”

“Not exactly, but roughly? From what I know, she’s in a safe period right now…”

“N-No…! I’m close to my fertile window, ngh, so who knows…”

I’m actually well within my safe period,

but I blurt out a lie that Woojin might believe—though Jiyoon would see right through it.

…Is that why?

Jiyoon, who had been lying beside me, giggling as I struggled,

suddenly says:

“…Noona, it’s fine if he cums inside you. I’ll allow it—as your little sister.”

“…! Hey, Lee Jiyoon… Nn, since when do you… Nn… Hn…?!”

“Well… The chance of pregnancy is low anyway? And if we’re comparing whose body feels better by measuring Woojin’s cum, it’s only fair if he cums inside you too.”

“That’s not… fair, we don’t need… Ah, s-stop…”

She pours oil

on the fire.

“Huu…”

“Huh? Ah…? Nn… ngh…?”

As Woojin lifts himself up,

he grabs both my wrists,

pinning my chest—now filthy with Jiyoon’s saliva—between my arms

before slamming into me,

Thrust, thrust.

Creak, creak.

Moaning loud enough to make me guilty toward the neighbors,

I’m taken like an animal.

“…Earlier, didn’t noona use two tissues? If you don’t use at least three to clean up, you’ll either tie or lose to me.”

“You’re… insane… Nnn… Stop……”

“Why? If noona wins, I’ll cleanly give up on Woojin.”

“That’s… not… Nn, ahhh…”

Unlike me, Jiyoon seems to be weirdly enjoying this.

As her tongue flicks teasingly against my nipple, just enough to make me shiver,

she drags it slowly, provocatively, letting spit drip onto my face.

Meanwhile, I take Woojin’s impossibly hard cock,

pounding against my deepest walls,

Thud, thud.

“Ah, right. I think I saw this in a dirty manga—where the guy keeps thrusting until the girl begs him to creampie her.”

“…Just shut up.”

“Tch…”

“Huu… Hayoon. …If you want, I can keep going like this.”

“…Hah, haaah…”

“Hayoon?”

“Ha…ah… Hah…”

…Even after cumming so many times I’ve lost count,

the climaxes won’t stop.

Half-conscious,

I don’t even look at Jiyoon as she suddenly crawls closer,

too busy staring at my own chest, jiggling obscenely on the creaking bed.

“Noona. Noona.”

“……, …Hn…. …Hiiik……”

“…I’m not really into it, but, well…”

“…Nn, mmph…? Mmm…?”

In my daze, soft lips press against mine,

and as we exchange kisses with a strangely familiar taste,

…somehow,

the thrusts grow even rougher.

I obediently offer myself like a living sex toy,

“Phaah…. …This should be enough for me to win.”

“Haaah…? Hah…?”

“He’s not cumming while kissing you… And noona would feel bad kissing me, right…?”

“Why… suddenly… Why are you… …Ngh, nngh…”

…Crush.

With both hands interlaced,

he buries his cock—which he promised would only go halfway—all the way to the hilt.

As his lips, softer than Woojin’s,

…no, definitely Jiyoon’s lips,

lock with mine, spilling sweet saliva,

“Mmm… Mph… Just cum already, you pervert… How long do I have to keep kissing noona…”

“…Hah… Nn, hn…”

“Noona’s… looser than before, so it’s harder for him to cum…”

“……Ah, s-stop, if you really cum inside… Hiiik……♡”

I’m stained

hot and filthy.

“I’m already… full of cum… so stop…”

Like my little sister,

I’m defiled.

“……Nnngh…, haah… Hah…”

Even after insisting he should pull out,

the moment Jiyoon kisses me,

I’m terrified Woojin’s cum might decrease.

…Terrified of losing to her.

Terrified his heart might sway even slightly.

Even before he cums,

even now,

as I feel his semen overflowing from my pussy,

I cling to his waist with my legs,

pulling him deeper,

…spouting nonsense like “What if you creampie me for real?”

“…Don’t you think the teacher would like it if we prepared something like this?”

“Hmm…”

“…Ah, unless you’ve already tried it? Though with you, Yozora, I wouldn’t be surprised…”

“Not that… I haven’t tried it either, but… Hm hm…”

“Not interested?”

“More like, well, hey. Sua.”

“Yeah?”

“I got dumped by Woojin. Did I not mention it?”

“…What?”

“I did something he hated, so he dumped me. Sob sob.”