episode_0142

.

Can I really take the words “I’ve grown feelings for you after spending time together” at face value?

Does Lee Jiyoon actually have any interest in me as a person?

Or is it just because I happen to be the guy attached to her older sister that she’s paying attention to me?

Would it have been the same no matter who it was—would it not have mattered if it wasn’t me?

“Huu…, hh….”

“…Hah, ah…, hhk….”

Jealousy.

It’s not just a passing thought—it’s unmistakably dark, ugly jealousy.

I channel all of it into lust and pour it straight into Lee Jiyoon.

I teach my favorite way of kissing to a girl who doesn’t even know how to kiss properly.

I show her how to move her tongue the way I like to a girl who thinks just putting it in her mouth counts as a blowjob.

I order a girl who only knows how to lie still and take it to climb on top of me and stimulate herself where it feels good.

And when my cock starts twitching at the base, I brace myself on the bed and lift my hips.

Even though she was rocking her hips eagerly just moments ago, now Jiyoon acts shy, trying to squirm away—so I yank her into a tight embrace and mark her all over with my scent.

Her lips.

Her neck.

Her collarbone.

Her upper chest.

Her lips again.

And then, her cervix.

I brand the pleasure only I can give into her mind.

A silent warning:

If the man by your side wasn’t me…

You might never feel this kind of pleasure again.

“Cum… just enough…!”

“Just a little more… Just a little….”

“…Fff… I can feel everything… even through the condom….”

“Huu….”

“I-If you keep cumming like that… what if it tears…?!”

“You’re so fucking wet here, it’s not gonna tear.”

“You never know…! …Ah, fuck… you’re cumming so much, seriously….”

Even as she’s trapped in my arms, getting fucked through my orgasm, Jiyoon keeps whining like a kitten.

At some point, I stroke her now-dry hair to soothe her complaints.

Times like this, it’s fun—like handling a house cat.

But someday, I’d like to see her obediently taking a creampie, too.

Ah. Or better yet, begging for it.

If she’s too embarrassed to say it outright, maybe she’d hide all the condoms in the house and play dumb.

Something like that.

…Of course,

given how she still insists on condoms every time,

it’ll be a while before she’s ready for raw sex.

And breeding sex?

That’ll take even longer.

“Huu… Jiyoon-ah. Take the condom off. Do it yourself.”

“L-Let me catch my breath first….”

“…Never mind. I’ll do it. Just rest for a bit. We’re going again right after.”

“…Eh? Right after…?”

“You don’t want to?”

“….”

“…Can’t even ask if you like it without you calling me a pervert.”

“…I called you a pervert for asking if it felt good, you idiot….”

“Then, wanna go again? This time…, …ah. On your stomach?”

“….”

“…Pfft.”

“D-Don’t laugh…! Ugh….”

“How am I not supposed to laugh when you’re this fucking cute?”

“What part of me is cute…!? …Nngh…. Ughk….”

Jiyoon, completely spent and nodding off from overstimulation, gets lifted up as I pull my cock out.

Then, while she buries her face in my chest, panting heavily, I peel off the condom and toss it to the foot of the bed.

When there were just one or two filled condoms, I didn’t think much of it…

But now, seeing the mess of about ten condoms—some tied off by Jiyoon to keep the cum from leaking, others left loose and spilling—my cock throbs hard again.

…Ah, fuck.

If all of that had been pumped straight into Jiyoon’s womb…

What would she look like right now?

I can’t stop thinking about it.

“…Jiyoon-ah. Reach back and grab a condom.”

“…I don’t think… I can reach….”

“Then should we do it without one?”

“Stop making weird jokes…! It’s too far, I can’t reach even if I stretch….”

“…I haven’t even gone raw with Hayun noona yet.”

“…W-What’s that got to do with me…?”

In the end, Jiyoon frowns and punches my chest a few times before scooting away.

Then she throws an entire box of condoms at me and gets into position.

Not fully lying down,

not on all fours like a dog,

but with her upper body flat on the bed

and her hips slightly raised, ready to take my cock,

before glancing back at me with a look that says, “Do guys really like this…?”

I climb over her, fist the sheets,

and tear open a condom.

“Lower your hips.”

“…Huh? …B-But you need me like this to fuck me, right…?”

“I can fuck you even if you’re flat, so lower them.”

“…Nn.”

“And if we keep doing it like this, your hips will rise on their own whether you want them to or not. That’s how it was with Hayun noona.”

“….”

Mentioning Lee Hayun makes Jiyoon quietly lie flat, briefly glancing back before resting her chin on the pillow without another word.

I’d hoped to stir up some jealousy toward her sister, but maybe it backfired.

Brushing her bangs aside—still not fluent in “Jiyoon-speak”—I skip the option of teasing her further and instead part her folds gently.

A cherry blossom pink that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin.

…And thanks to her slick arousal, every inch of it glistens.

I trace the tight entrance at the top—so narrow it struggles to take even a single finger—before slowly pushing the thick head of my cock inside, far wider than any finger.

“Is it because of the position? Fuck, you’re so tight….”

“….”

No answer.

Instead, the pressure around my cock eases slightly—maybe because she’s trying to relax.

…I meant that her tightness feels good, not that she should loosen up because it’s hard to fuck.

But Jiyoon, ever the adorable airhead, picks the wrong interpretation without hesitation.

As my cock hardens even more at her cuteness,

I exhale a pleasured sigh and push as deep as I can.

Until I’m certain the head of my cock is pressed firmly against—

“……Nnghk…. …Ughk….”

—the back of Jiyoon’s cervix.

“T-Time… Time….”

“…Haven’t heard that in a while.”

“Stay… still….”

“I am staying still. What’s wrong?”

“Just… Just get it….”

“….”

…Well, with reactions like hers, it’s obvious anyway.

She’s the type who prefers having her cervix pounded relentlessly by a thick cock

over clit stimulation with a vibrator.

How could I hold back?

Orgasm.

“…Did you already come?”

“……Didn’t I… ughk… tell you not to ask… that….”

“So, did you or not?”

“…Y-You think I’d come just from getting fucked, you idiot…? It’s just… tighter when you go that deep….”

“Ah, so then—”

“…Hey, Seo Woojin, you—”

After clinging to the pillow earlier, Jiyoon’s arm suddenly shoots out in panic.

I grab it, pin it to the bed,

and then—

Thrust.

Slap.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

As rough as I want,

hard enough to make the bed creak,

pounding into her over and over.

“This… feels way better than earlier….”

“This position naturally goes deeper.”

“Nngh…, nn… Ah…, fuck… Should’ve… done this from the start….”

“…Anyway, answer my question first.”

“……W-What question….”

“Is it just tight because I’m deep? Or… really?”

“…Hah… Hey, don’t stick your fingers in my mou—”

“No dodging. Be honest. …Why are you this tight?”

“B-Because I’m on my stomach… and you’re fucking me so… hard….”

“That’s really all?”

My voice carries weight.

Not in a good way—more like the oppressive kind.

The term “brainwashing” exists for a reason.

Interrogation works the same way.

“Gaslighting” didn’t become a buzzword just because it sounded fresh.

A voice can erode someone.

Slowly.

Relentlessly.

“…It’s not just because you’re on your stomach. It’s because you love it when I fuck you this deep, isn’t it?”

“….”

“Every time I crush your cervix, you’re on the verge of coming.”

“Hihk… Nnghk…….”

“…That’s why you usually just rub your clit.”

“…Y-You bastard… how do you even… know that….”

“Your face gets so fucking lewd every time you finger yourself, how could I not notice? …Shit.”

“…….”

While Jiyoon refuses to admit it and stifles her moans, I whisper her true thoughts for her and keep stimulating her cervix.

Of course, a few minor inaccuracies don’t matter.

Tiny lies mixed in with overwhelming truths get swallowed up naturally.

“…You’ll feel even better if you admit it. So say it with your own mouth.”

“…Admit what?! There’s nothing to admit…!”

“‘I’m a total pervert who can’t come unless a thick cock is crushing my cervix.’ Say it.”

I deliberately phrase it in the crudest way I know she’ll hate, then pull my cock out slightly.

And then—

Shove.

Deep.

The moment I thrust back in, Jiyoon’s hips jerk up—but I grab them and force her back down,

burying myself to the hilt before whispering in her ear.

“…I can feel you clenching around me because you’re close. Hurry up.”

“…I’ve only ever had sex with you, how would I know…! Maybe it’s something else….”

“Then are you satisfied with just this much?”

I pull out until only half my length is inside, teasing her with shallow thrusts while nibbling her ear.

A depth barely past her middle finger.

Deeper than when she fingers herself, but still pitiful compared to how I was just stuffing her full.

After tormenting her with unsatisfying little strokes,

I place a hand on the head of the panting, red-faced Jiyoon—cheek pressed to the pillow—

and then,

Thrust. Thrust. Slam.

I crush her cervix like I’m branding my cock into her forever.

It doesn’t matter if the Jiyoon beneath me kicks her legs.

It doesn’t matter if her voice leaks out, calling my name—Seo Woojin, Seo Woojin.

It doesn’t matter if she comes with a squelch, squeezing my cock and adding another wet stain to the already-drenched sheets.

I bite her bright red ear, half-buried in her white hair,

and pound her dripping pussy relentlessly.

“…You like this more, don’t you? Having your cervix crushed.”

“…I d-don’t know….”

“You’ll feel even better if you admit it. …I’ll only fuck you the way you like.”

“….”

“If shallow strokes feel better, I’ll do that. How about it?”

“…Ugh….”

Did she already forget that she used “I like you” as an excuse earlier?

Reacting more like a little sister who fucks her brother than a girlfriend, Jiyoon lifts her head.

As I catch my breath, my still-hard cock resting on her cum-slick ass,

her flushed face turns to me, and she stammers out a whisper.

“…Hey. …W-What was I supposed to say again…? I remember the ‘total pervert’ part at the end….”

“How do you not remember? I just made it up on the spot.”

“…T-Then what am I supposed to say…?!”

“You know. Just say what you like honestly.”

“…….”

Jiyoon’s shoulders rise and fall with ragged breaths.

Her white hair, now damp with sweat instead of water.

Her straight spine, glistening with sweat.

Taking in a sight I never could’ve dreamed of before,

I also listen closely to the hesitant words spilling from her lips.

“……Um, well….”

“….”

“I’m… a total pervert who… c-can’t come unless… a thick cock is… crushing my cervix….”

“….”

“…Happy now, you bastard…? …Huh…?”

“….”

“Hey, calm… down….”

“….”

“……, …?! ……. ……♡…, …….”

“….”

…And like that,

leaving my own filthy mark on Jiyoon’s pure white canvas

was an indescribably thrilling sensation.

So much so that I didn’t even realize she’d passed out from pleasure,

too busy filling the condom

with an absurdly thick load of cum.

Enough to stretch it to the brim.