episode_0048

Still only halfway through the long summer. As soon as I arrived home, I checked the time.

It was Sunday lunchtime, but no one was home.

Chaerin said she had more work to do and stayed at the hotel, not returning with me.

Belatedly, I called Jiyeon first. But she didn’t answer. I regretted not having checked on her after work yesterday and left a message.

…But where did Mom and Nuna go?

After washing my hands in the bathroom, I walked into my room to change my clothes and froze on the spot.

Doha Nuna was asleep naked on my bed. What was even more perplexing was that a smartphone tripod was set up in front of the bed.

No way… did she masturbate here? Did she film herself exposing herself again while I was out…?

But this is my room. If she’s going to do it, she should do it in her own room…

“……….”

I don’t know when she fell asleep, but seeing as the air conditioner was on, she must have been enjoying a deep, sweet sleep.

I immediately picked up Nuna’s phone, which was mounted on the tripod. Face recognition was required to turn on the phone.

However, her sleeping face couldn’t unlock the security.

Then I had to enter the password… If it’s six digits… is it her birthday?

I entered Doha Nuna’s birthday, and the security easily unlocked. As soon as I entered the gallery, a video of her placing my pillow underneath her and thrusting her hips up and down appeared.

“Ugh—!”

I quickly muted the volume and looked back. She hadn’t woken up yet. Meanwhile, her fluid had soaked into the pillow buried under her firm lower body.

“Hehehe… Nuna already came ten times… When are you coming back, Doyun-ah…? When will you have sex with Nuna?”

No. No, this isn’t… This is wrong. It’s wrong, but…

Even though I knew it was wrong, my lower body began to tingle again. Nuna was sleeping naked right behind me.

She said she wanted me so much that she’d even thrust her pussy in my room.

Even after this, you won’t take Nuna, Hong Doyun? You won’t make her your woman? Like Mom?

…Actually, I want to. I want to fill Nuna with my dick.

“Kuuuu… …………. Mmm.”

Nuna’s body, seen up close, was like a sculpture. How should I describe it? It resembled the lithe bodies of short-distance sprinters. I don’t know much about it, but her physique was, in any case, the product of relentless effort.

Gulp.

Slowly, I reached out and gently caressed her chest. There was no reason to hold back.

Her light pink nipples, rising softly above her tanned skin. This was an erogenous zone Nuna had developed herself, gripping and twisting them tightly every time she exposed herself and masturbated. The moment my hand touched her erect nubs, her expression instantly crumpled.… Such a reaction from just a slight touch?

How does she normally wear a bra…?

This time, I brought my finger to her labia, exposed without any covering. As I slowly probed the shyly parted crack, transparent fluid trickled out as if it had been waiting.

“Heeung, mmm……….”

I recoiled in horror, pulling my hand away, and watched the situation. She was twitching, but not waking up.

Should I go further like this…? What if Nuna wakes up? Will she beat me all day?

Such minor worries completely vanished as I admired her glistening body again. It felt like there wouldn’t be another chance if I didn’t take it now.

I tasted Nuna a little more boldly. I took her nipples and twisted them in circles, then sucked them into my mouth. I brought the love fluid dripping from her pussy to my tongue and licked it.

My gaze kept falling to Nuna’s thighs.

If those closed thighs wrapped around my dick… Ah, it would probably be on a different level from anyone else…

My dick might break, but even so, just once like this… If it’s just once while she’s asleep…

“Kuu… Eugh, mm. Heugh……….”

Just then, she stirred, trying to wake up. I was about to rush to shower, but feeling it would be a shame to stop now, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of her defenseless naked body.

When I finished showering and came out, Nuna was already awake.

“When did you get here?”

“Just now. And you, Nuna?”

“I just woke up. Um… I happened to sleep a bit in your room, but I’ve cleaned everything up, okay?”

As Nuna spoke, she twisted her legs as if her crotch was itchy. Could my brief touch have stimulated her?

As I was about to go back to my room, Nuna grabbed my arm from behind.

“Doyun-ah.”

“……Huh? Why?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Nothing much happening lately, right? You just look a bit drained, ahahaha…”

“Aw, what are you talking about. I’m going in. Oh, by the way, where did Mom go?”

“Mom? She hasn’t been home since yesterday. She said she went somewhere for work.”

There was urgent work that required her to go on a business trip on a weekend like this…? She’s never done that before.

First, I need to contact Jiyeon. If necessary, I’m even thinking of going to her house.

I opened the message window, intending to send something again, but the ‘read’ status was displayed on my sent message. Jiyeon had seen it but hadn’t replied.

“…Doyun-ah. Let’s go somewhere with Nuna tonight.”

“Huh? Ah, no. I’m busy today…”

“Hey, can’t you even spare this much time for Nuna?”

I gave a perfunctory answer, my eyes fixed on my phone. I had to talk to Jiyeon today, so I didn’t have time to humor Nuna.

“Nothing wrong, right? I’ll visit you later. Did you eat lunch?”

“Heeeey~. Listen to Nuna for a bit. I need to pick out some clothes at the department store, but there’s no one to help me…”

“Ugh, fine. Fine. We’re going tonight, right? See you later.”

Cutting Nuna off, I entered my room and called Jiyeon again. This time, she didn’t answer either.

A short message was received from Jiyeon a moment later.

“I finished work fine. But I want to be alone today. I have some things to think about.”

I wanted to ask what was wrong, but there was nothing else I could do today. Yes, in this situation, it was best not to be impatient.

“Alright. I’ll contact you again tomorrow then.”

We had been dating for quite a long time. Ideally, I’d prefer her to confide even the smallest worries in me, but…

Today, I’ll go to the department store with Nuna, and tomorrow I’ll meet Jiyeon. Because I have to go see Chaerin the day after that.

I have to follow Chaerin’s instructions well and then appease her anger. Only then can she normally carry out the ‘Grand Group Project’.

Somehow, I seem to have endured Chaerin’s torment, but her resolve this morning had grown even stronger. She might have been angry because I fell asleep.

Now that I think about it, the blanket, bed sheet, and pillow cover were all gone. Nuna must have cleaned them up after waking up while I was showering.

Nuna… At this rate, isn’t she going to try and relieve her sexual urges directly with me?

Comforting is good, but it would be better for her to meet a proper man and share love with him…

Sh, should I watch a little longer? There’s also the task Chaerin assigned… And I also… want to capture more of Nuna reaching climax in embarrassment…

If I get caught, the punishment would be messy outdoor sex with Nuna…

“Gasp…!”

I quickly snapped out of my delusion, turned on my computer, and accessed the club’s shared cloud. Fortunately, no new videos had been uploaded since.

Mom had declared she would film a miserable defeat scenario, but there had been no additional filming since. I hesitated on how to bring it up to Mom, who seemed as if nothing was wrong.

Since I have some free time, I’ll just have to talk to her properly when Mom returns.

Imagining Mom caressing my body in the bathroom, I naturally recalled another Mistress from the social club, a temporary Mom.

She was a captivating woman named Lee Hyeyeon. An intensely dense adult aura permeated her. I was enveloped in maternal affection, unable to come to my senses throughout the play.

Auntie Hyeyeon’s embrace was addictive, thrilling enough to make me forget all other pleasures. She completely turned me into a newborn baby.

But now that I think about it, there was something strange. Auntie Hyeyeon… didn’t she strongly resemble someone?

If I took off her mask, a familiar face would surely appear…

…………….

Before I knew it, it was evening. Mom still hadn’t returned.

The last time I went out alone with Doha Nuna was months ago, when we exercised together.

“What are you buying today?”

“Just… picking out various things.”

Various things…? Nuna usually only picks out the exact sports apparel she’s already looked at and then leaves after buying only that.

She says the reason is that time is precious. She claims even window shopping at a department store inevitably leads to muscle loss.

Even when shopping with family, she would finish her own shopping and then immediately rush to the gym to try on her newly purchased functional clothing.

Before entering the department store, I felt something blunt in my pants pocket and pulled it out. It was a cute little device with a dial and switch function on a single button.

“What is this…?”

Why is something like this in my pants? I naturally thought it was my wallet…?

…Ah, I left my wallet behind.

I put the unidentified device back into my pocket instead of my wallet and followed Nuna around.

Wandering among the cosmetics brands on the first floor, she soon mumbled, “I’m not good at makeup,” and took the escalator.

It seemed Nuna didn’t realize her glossy, light-brown skin was the best makeup. Climbing the escalator behind her, I unconsciously put my hand in my pocket and pressed the button.

“……Gh! …………Hick.”

“………?”

Nuna suddenly stretched her arms out left and right, her body trembling violently. Then she turned to me with a rigid face and smiled.

That was a fake smile. It was definitely the smile Nuna made before threatening me.

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting so scary?”

“It’s nothing-eeck—eet… Hey, you…”

“No, seriously, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Nuna’s breathing instantly grew ragged. Fortunately, she recovered quickly. We went not to the usual ‘leisure, outdoor, casual wear’ floor, but to the ‘women’s apparel’ floor.

She quickly entered a brand store, picked up a flowing shirt and a cotton camisole, and showed them to me.

“Oh~. This is pretty, isn’t it? Let’s buy it right away.”

“Nuna, you should try on clothes before buying them.”

“Uh-oh? No, I know even without trying it on. It’ll definitely fit, won’t it?”

“…Um, customer, your bust is so good that I recommend trying it on first.”

As we bickered, a store clerk smoothly approached and said, her eyes gleaming. I agreed.

“……While I’m trying it on, I’ll put on these pants too and come out.”

Doha Nuna, with a resigned air, took the clothes and went into the fitting room. A store clerk subtly struck up a conversation with me, now that I was idle.

The clerk seemed greatly surprised, saying she initially thought we were sisters who came to the store together.

…Where on earth do I look like a girl? Is she making fun of me for being short?

I unconsciously put my hand in my pocket again and fiddled with the device. I tried turning the dial and holding down the button.

Thump—!

A loud noise echoed from inside the fitting room.

“Oh my, oh my, are you alright?”

“……Yeshee. I’m alrighht!”

Tsk-tsk, obviously she tripped while changing too quickly. She should have taken her time.

She’s a woman whose brain is all muscle, so honestly, there’s nothing to worry about.

A moment later, Nuna emerged from the fitting room still wearing the pants she had originally come in. She paid in a hurry, without even asking for my opinion, and came out.

“What about the pants? Don’t you need to try on the pants?”

“Pa-pants are fine. I know everything without trying them on. Phew…”

Why are you sweating so much just from trying on one piece of clothing? Your face is red too. Something’s unusual about this…? Did you catch a summer cold?

“Wait here. I’m just going to the restroom for a moment…”

She took off the newly bought shirt, handed it to me, and ran into the restroom wearing only her white camisole. I, with nothing to do again, tried to fold the shirt neatly and put it in the shopping bag.

But now I saw that a part of the new pants was slightly wet.

“Huh? Why is this wet?”

And it wasn’t just slightly wet; the crotch area was distinctly soaked.

Damn it, she didn’t piss herself, did she? It’s not like there’s any reason to wet yourself while trying on clothes at a department store, but still, I should consider the possibility that it’s defective…

….

…Huh?

Then, by chance, I reached the end of a certain thought. Of course, it was an absurd thought.

Nah, it can’t be real, can it? …If it were real, there’s no way I wouldn’t know about something like this. I’m an adult too.

No. But if it’s Doha Nuna…

“…Nuna. You’re lying, aren’t you?”

Naturally, I put my hand into my pocket and pulled out the small device. I turned the dial of the device all the way to the right and then pressed it.

Perhaps because the restroom was far inside, no distinct sound was heard. When I pressed the button once more, I heard the sound of someone stumbling.

I stood up, approached the restroom entrance, and pressed the switch again. This time, I heard it clearly.

Bzzzzzzzzzzz—!

“Hmph, Unghooooo—!! St, stoppp itttt………!”

Peeking into the restroom corridor, I saw Doha Nuna barely trying to stand up, leaning on the wall. People glanced at her and hurried past.

…How bold is she, exactly?

On a weekend evening, at a department store no less. She’s walking around with a vibrator shoved up her pussy? And she secretly put the switch in my pants pocket?

….

…………Ah. So that’s how she wanted to enjoy herself, huh? With her own younger brother?

Then I’ll just play dumb until she brings it up first. If she doesn’t come out about her exhibitionist tendencies first, I won’t speak honestly either.

A moment later, she returned, her entire body flushed red, and headed for the underwear store without even making eye contact with me.

I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t want to stop like this. I wanted to corrupt this perverted Nuna further and capture that sight with my eyes.

Doesn’t Nuna want it anyway? She’s hoping I’ll press this switch more, right?

I’ll help you from behind. Let’s be bolder with your exposure. Show me more of your vulgar true self, who only knows how to exhibitionistically masturbate.

“Gheuuuugh—!! Ooh-ooh-up—.”

I made Nuna uncomfortable as she went into the fitting room to try on the chosen underwear. Even so, she didn’t remove the vibrator from inside her vagina.

Doha Nuna showed the wet underwear to the flustered clerk, excusing herself by saying she was sweating a lot.

Even after she came closer, letting out an awkward laugh, “Shall we go again? …Hehe,” I watched her walk away, and on the spot, I pressed the remote control firmly.

“Ah………!! Oh, oh, ohhh, ohh, no, not now, n-noooooooo—!!!”

I don’t know what got into my head. Watching my own sister collapse and wet herself, I pulled out my phone. A yellow puddle seeped out from between her vulgarly spread legs.

I took a picture of her dizzyingly pleased face on my phone.

“Hehe, ugh, cough-ugh. Oo-oot……….”

The underwear store clerk recoiled in horror and tried to call 119, but I stopped her. There were a few people watching nearby, but Nuna got up quickly, so it wasn’t enough to attract much attention.

Something felt regrettable. It would have been better if more people had seen Nuna’s disgrace.

…It might sound a little strange, but for some reason, I wasn’t aroused by this.

Until recently, when I secretly watched her masturbate in the park, my head had been bursting with excitement… And when I secretly filmed Nuna in a secluded alley, I maintained an erection until the very end…

Ah………. I see, I…

…………….

‘Clasp your hands together and put them behind your head. Shall we see how it is today?’

‘Y-yes, I’ve been wearing it well, Master! I’ve been increasing the vibe size every day and walking around… Ohh. Please praise Hong Doha, the exhibitionist addict…!’

‘Damn, you’re soaked. Isn’t it wet inside? …You bitch. Take that out and spread your ass. You’re going to crawl to the end of that street while being fucked like this.’

‘Yeeeees……? But that’s a main street…….’

‘Can’t you? You fucking bitch, you who can do nothing but this is trying to be picky?’

‘No! I’ll do it! I, I, I can do ittt…! Oh, hwoooo… Hong Doha, the athletic woman, Instagram influencer with a hundred thousand followers, is actually a vulgar pervert obsessed with outdoor exposure! Please watch me get fucked like a dog for Masterrr!!’

That day I secretly followed Nuna into the alley. She exposed her soaking wet pussy, with the vibe inside, and shook it wildly. Then, spewing her fluids, she crawled down the narrow alley, bracing herself with her hands.

No.

In fact, there was no ‘Master’. It was all my delusion while filming from behind… that someone other than me would ruin her.

Perhaps I had been wishing for it for a long time already.

……I’m sorry, Nuna. Because I can’t satisfy you… But I can film. I’ll film diligently and offer it to my female Master.

Keep letting me film you like this—.

……………….

…………….

….

“Who is it?”

“……Huh?”

“Who is it, I asked. Who told you to send pictures of me that you secretly took?”