episode_0140

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Is there any sound more vulgar than this?

“Huu….”

“Heh…, hehe….”

I bury my cock deep into the wettest part of her pussy, pressing my forehead against hers—no words exchanged, but it’s obvious she’s already climaxed.

Squelch, squelch.

The sound of a massive load of cum filling the tightly stretched condom.

Is there any sound more vulgar than this?

“…Stick out your tongue. This way.”

“…Mm….”

A kiss so familiar by now.

As I do, I grab both of Lee Jiyoon’s wrists in one hand and pin them harshly against the pillow.

Her skin is pale, almost too white—probably from staying cooped up at home playing shooter games all day.

Unlike a man’s, her wrists are slender, delicate. If I squeeze too hard, I worry they might snap.

She could struggle if it hurts, but she just lies there, obediently subdued. It’s almost admirable.

…Maybe that’s why.

The more I touch her wrists,

the darker my thoughts grow.

On TV, she’s the type to grimace for the camera, but here, lying in bed under my gaze, she can barely keep her eyes open from pleasure.

I want to see more—more of these expressions.

I want to ruin her as thoroughly as possible.

“…You okay? I think I came way more than usual….”

“…D-Did it… feel good… for you?”

“You told me not to ask you that.”

“….”

“…What? Curious? Wanna hear it?”

“…Fuck off, you bastard….”

“It did. Honestly… way better than Hayun noona.”

“….”

“…Gonna change the condom first.”

“…Hey, wait—”

After feeding her the exact words she’d love to hear, I pull out, the hot walls of her pussy clinging to my cock as I drag it free.

Just that much is enough to make Jiyoon fall silent, her insides clenching tight. Clearly, she’s already close again, but—

I’ve got things to do. No time to indulge her neediness.

Besides, there are plenty of condoms left.

No need to get excited over something so small.

What’s the word…

Ah, right.

I should push her until her mind goes blank and she “accidentally” slips up.

In this twisted relationship Hayun knows nothing about, I need to firmly take the lead.

…And then,

I can train Jiyoon exactly how I like.

Well, for now, it’s all just a dream.

But what’s wrong with dreaming?

“Where should I put this? Want me to give it to you?”

“W-Why the hell would you give that to me…?! You fucking pervert…!”

“Just in case. You might need it for practice.”

“…Practice?”

“Yeah. Practicing things Hayun noona would like.”

“……”

“If you don’t want it, I’ll just toss it.”

“…G-Give it. For now….”

I peel off the condom, heavy with cum, sagging like a tiny water balloon, and hand it to Jiyoon.

The way she flinches slightly at the weight, biting her lower lip, is so cute I wish I could take a picture—

But I don’t react, walking over to the nightstand where I’d tossed the condom box earlier and picking up a fresh one.

I could make her clean my cock too, but I’ll skip that for now.

Judging by her reactions, she really likes kissing.

But since Jiyoon’s tongue tastes weird, I’ll save that for last.

If I ever want to make her deepthroat me someday,

I should let her get used to it step by step.

“Huu…, what should we do this time? Wanna practice pulling hair? Or from behind?”

Sniff, sniff.

While I roll on the new condom, Jiyoon lies on the bed, cautiously sniffing the used one.

I press my hard cock against her face as I ask, and her half-lidded eyes widen slightly.

…Lee Hayun and Lee Jiyoon.

At a glance, the two look nothing alike—except for one thing.

Those jade-green eyes.

Because of them, the reality that I’m fucking sisters in turns feels all too real, making my cock even harder.

“D-Don’t shove this thing in my face! And you just came that much, so why…?”

“Hayun noona would probably like this, though.”

“……Ah, …Mm, …If it’s unnie….”

“Anyway. What do you wanna do this time?”

“….”

Flustered.

Embarrassed.

And—

Anticipation.

Finally, lust.

Her obvious mix of emotions makes me smile warmly as I continue.

“If you’ve got no ideas, I’ll just tell you what to—”

“…Y-Yesterday…!”

“…Yesterday?”

“Yesterday, with unnie…, …what did you do…?”

“….”

Ah.

That.

I know exactly what she’s getting at, but I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, pretending not to catch on.

In front of her, I’m always the “innocent, dumb” Seo Woojin.

Only by playing that role can I make Jiyoon act out more boldly.

Let’s be real—who actually believes the “practice sex” excuse?

Either someone genuinely slow,

or a pervert who wants to fuck his girlfriend’s little sister.

There’s no third option.

“We had sex. You already know that.”

“…More details….”

“Details?”

“Like…! How you did it… or where….”

“…Ah.”

“….”

Good.

Where would feel best to fuck Jiyoon?

As I glance around my small studio apartment (just over 10 pyeong), looking for the perfect spot—

Buzz. Buzz.

A sudden vibration.

From a spot slightly away from us.

The table.

An odd place for a phone to ring,

unless there’s one lying there.

“……”

“……”

My thoughts race.

I always leave my phone by the bed.

So the one on the table must be Jiyoon’s.

But she doesn’t have any friends who’d call her, right?

At most, it’d be someone close from her gaming circle, or—

…

…Family.

Lee Hayun.

I brush back my slightly messy bangs and walk to the table.

“……”

Of course.

The moment I see “Lee Hayun” flash on the screen, a sigh escapes me.

Partly because our fun is being interrupted,

but also because—seriously? She has no one but her sister to call her?

“It’s noona.”

“…Hayun?”

“Yeah.”

“She always just texts. Why call out of nowhere…?”

Well, thanks to that, I get to do something fun. Not that I mind.

“Here. Your phone.”

“….”

Jiyoon, now wrapped in the blanket, cutely stretches out her arm.

I hand it to her, and she clears her throat before pressing it to her ear.

“…What.”

—Hello? Jiyoon-ah. When are you coming home?

“Later. Why.”

—Just wondering. It’s late and you’re still not back. You’re not even reading my texts.

“…Was gaming. Didn’t see.”

—Still at the PC bang?

“…Yeah.”

Her voice is oddly lower than when she talks to me—unbelievably hot.

Sitting right beside her, watching her hesitate while lying to her sister is driving me crazy.

…So,

—It’s past 10 already?

“What’s it to you…?!”

—Huh?

“N-No. Just—Woojin and I…, …enemies. Spawned….”

—Ah.

Their conversation sounds less like sisters and more like a mother scolding her daughter.

I yank the blanket off Jiyoon and start kissing her neck,

softly,

one spot at a time.

Just like how I carefully teased her earlier to ease her tension.

—And hey, you didn’t say anything weird to Woojin, right? About… helping us out.

“N-No…, didn’t….”

Jiyoon frowns slightly, shaking her head at me frantically.

I pinch her hardened nipple in response, licking her neck.

—If you even hint at that to Woojin, I’ll pour water on your PC. For real.

“……, ….”

—Jiyoon-ah?

“…Hh—, nn, uhh.”

Stop.

Unnie will hear.

Covering the receiver, Jiyoon whispers angrily into my ear.

I listen, swapping spit with her while her sister nags in the background.

Every time I pull away, her expression screams, “What if unnie hears?!”

Even when I dive back in, her eyes ask, “Aren’t you dating unnie…?”

I keep kissing her until her ears turn red and she collapses onto the bed.

—So, what time are you coming back?

“…M-Maybe late….”

—Late like what time?

“…12? ……1?”

—1? AM? You never stay at the PC bang this long.

“That’s for low-spec games… With friends, obviously longer…, …Ah, wait….”

I wipe my sticky lips with the back of my hand, gathering Jiyoon’s feet—which had been pushing against me—and flipping her onto her side.

Right as she mouths “Stop,”

I force one of her legs open,

push my way up to her chest,

and rub my fully hardened cock against her soaked pussy.

…Like I’m about to fuck her any second.

Before Jiyoon can protest, I thrust shallowly into her,

just in case, sealing her lips with my hand.

Her thighs glisten with slick—already dripping—

so I speed up.

—More enemies?

“Nn, enemies… came….”

—Eugh. What? Was that aegyo just now?

“No, I— bit my tongue….”

Maybe she wanted to hide her face too.

With one arm covering her mouth and eyes, I thrust just deep enough to tease.

If I go all the way, she won’t hold back her moans—so I keep it light.

If Hayun finds out, my plan falls apart. I can’t cross the line.

Jiyoon will be frustrated with the shallow strokes,

but it’s fine.

Her sister’s voice on the other end will fill the gap.

—Anyway, don’t overwork Woojin. Got it?

“……. …Hh—, …Nn…….”

—You’re the one who games all day. He’s just humoring you, so don’t keep him too long. Listening?

“Nhh—… Hah….”

—Hey, are you ignoring me for the game…?!

“Ah. Ah. Hello? Noona?”

—Ah, Woojin!

Gently.

Slowly.

Maddeningly.

I pat Jiyoon’s head—struggling to hide the kissing sounds—and easily snatch the phone, pressing it to my ear.

Then,

I drive my cock deep into her pussy,

pounding relentlessly.

—I’m fine. Jiyoon and I usually game this late at home too.

—That’s because she drags you into it.

“True, but… I’m used to it now.”

—Sigh. You’ve got it rough… She’s never had a real friend before, so she’s really attached to you. You even fixed her migraines.

“…Yeah.”

Luckily, Jiyoon’s muffling her moans, so nothing leaks into the call.

My breathing hitches slightly, but Hayun doesn’t seem suspicious.

So,

I push Jiyoon further.

“It’s a long game, so maybe not 1, but around 12…, …she’ll head back.”

—I heard shooter games take forever. You should’ve said something before dinner. Did I tell you that last time?

“It’s not like we’re cooking, just gaming, so… Hah…, we’ll manage.”

—Exactly. Next time, I’m not feeding you. Seriously.

I briefly switch to speakerphone, letting Jiyoon hear her sister.

Making sure no strange sounds leak, I thrust shallowly, rubbing just the tip in circles.

When Jiyoon finally tenses, thighs trembling as she climaxes,

I turn off the speaker and chat with Hayun like nothing happened.

Then,

I plunge back in.

…Watching Jiyoon’s chest heave rapidly.

Again,

I turn on the speaker and torment her cervix.

—Ah, and Woojin.

“…Yeah.”

—Just checking, but did Jiyoon say anything weird?

“Weird…? Ah, that.”

—Yeah. About… watching us do it.

“Well, like I said earlier, her heart’s in the right place, so I don’t mind… But no, she didn’t say anything.”

—Her heart’s what?! She’s a virgin! What does she even know?! At most, some porn she watched—

“……”

I make sure Jiyoon hears all of it through the speaker.

While pressing my fingers into the spot below her navel.

…Each time, her walls clench around my cock.

Feels so good.

When I pull out just to tease,

her slick gushes out obscenely as she stifles moans—the conquest drives me wild.

—…Ugh. I’m scolding Jiyoon when she gets back.

“……”

—I’ll hang up first. Groceries tomorrow… Bye-bye.

“…See you, noona.”

—Mhm…

Beep.

The moment the call ends, I glance at Jiyoon’s phone.

No fingerprint lock, no pattern—zero security.

Thanks to that, I don’t bother moving, just open her camera right there.

And with all the restraint I’d held back,

I start fucking her hard.

“…You can moan now. Noona hung up.”

“You… fucker…, recording….”

“It’s your phone. Why care?”

“….”

“Delete it later if you hate it.”

“….”

“Or keep it for practice.”

“….”

Creak, creak. The bed’s protests are captured on video.

Her face, twisted in pleasure but still cute as she gasps with each thrust.

I pound her cervix ruthlessly, recording the moans she’d muffled earlier.

After a deep climax,

her breathless voice calling “Seo Woojin, Seo Woojin,”

her stuttered “Why… did you… kiss me…?”

Her choked “Aren’t you… dating unnie…?” mid-climax.

All of it—

saved on her phone.

Along with my own voice.

Think whatever you want.