episode_0143

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Looking back now, my sister was always beautiful.

During elementary school days when she’d doodle in her textbooks, whining about not wanting to study.

During middle school when she started wearing a uniform instead of casual clothes.

Even in high school, when she was practically an adult.

Among her friends, laughing brightly, she always wore a smile as cute as a puppy’s.

I remember thinking how pretty she was.

…Ah. Of course, I don’t mean that in a disgusted way.

Did I save a country in my past life or something?

Thanks to sheer luck, I was born with a face quite similar to Lee Hayoon’s.

Then, I killed off that bright, bubbly atmosphere.

I toned down that always-excited voice, no matter who she was with.

I stifled that clingy, countryside-puppy-like affection, no matter who it was directed at.

I flattened the corners of her lips that were always curled up like it was the most natural thing.

After cutting her waist-length hair—long enough to reach her hips even when tied up—to just past her shoulders,

And turning those sweetly curved puppy-dog eyes into cold, indifferent slits,

You’d get something roughly like Lee Jiyoon.

Thanks to that, I’ve never had any complaints about my appearance.

I never showed it in front of others, but I was aware that I was pretty enough.

But still.

Unlike me—just pretty but friendless, treated like an outcast—

My sister was beautiful and…

…Being around her made you feel good,

She got along effortlessly with all her friends, no drama,

And she was even better at cooking and housework than someone like me…

All those little things piled up,

Just a tiny bit.

Just enough to make me feel a little inferior.

Enough to count something as trivial as “how many times I’ve been confessed to”—something my sister wouldn’t even care about.

Enough to call her “Lee Hayoon, Lee Hayoon” instead of “unnie,” snapping at her rudely.

Enough to blame my chronic headaches not on the obvious culprit (gaming) but solely on her.

And—

Something I could never tell her—

“Hey, calm… down, calm… down…”

Enough to develop a shameful preference.

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Huff, huff—

I bury my face in the pillow, panting heavily.

“I’m a total pervert who can’t feel anything unless a thick cock is crushing my womb.”

Just because I honestly said what Seojin told me to put into words—

…His movements became even more violent than before.

So much that it felt like—

I might—

Actually—

Die from how good it feels.

Whether he’s really planning to crush my womb or not, I barely manage to gasp out a few “calm down”s at the cock slamming into me like a beast, thud thud thud, before letting out another whimper, like a bitch in heat.

Ah. So this is why Hayoon called Seojin “oppa” yesterday while getting fucked.

Well, even if Hayoon has masochistic tastes, there’s no way she’d call him “oppa” all day long from the movie theater onward.

It’s just that her first experience was sex like this, so Seojin seems like an “oppa” to her.

Pffft…

Me,

And my sister—

We’re both total perverts.

Must be a sister thing.

“Ah, fuck… Lee Jiyoon… Lee Jiyoon…”

Not Lee Hayoon, but Lee Jiyoon.

Not my sister’s name, but mine.

The fact that it’s my name spilling from her boyfriend’s lips, mixed with his ragged breathing, sends such a sharp, electric thrill down my spine that I arch my hips higher, face still pressed into the bed.

…I can’t bring myself to say something as cheap and embarrassing as “Fuck me harder.”

But I try to take him deeper anyway—

Communicating it through action.

“Hah… Why do you keep lifting your hips?”

“……. ….”

“Stop burying your face in the pillow and answer. Why are you lifting them?”

“…Nngh… I don’t, I don’t know…”

“You do know. Fuck.”

“I don’t…!”

“…You’re doing it because it feels good—arching your hips to swallow my cock deeper. Hayoon-noona did the same thing yesterday. You think I don’t know? Idiot.”

“Nn… N-No…”

“You were honest earlier. Why lie now? …Is it a habit?”

“Shut… up…”

“…Say it honestly. I’ll make it feel good for you.”

“Hih…!”

That voice, prickling sharply against my ear—

None of the usual warmth I associate with Seojin is left in it.

Just the raw desire to thrust his fully erect cock into me, hard.

The determination to dig out the half-confessed thoughts still hiding inside me.

All of it swirls together, licking at my ears,

Ignoring whether I’m clenching around him in climax or not, relentlessly grinding against my cervix.

…Ah, fuck—

You crazy bastard…

Burying his cock to the hilt and rubbing circles against my cervix—

It feels so good my hips might give out…

“…I want you to pull my hair. Choke me while you fuck me. I’ll take the pill, so cum inside me. You know, things like that. Or just say what you did earlier.”

“Nn…gh… You pervert… Ah, there, don’t press so hard—”

“Don’t press?”

“…….”

“Really?”

“……D-Don’t pull out completely…”

“Then stop hiding it and say it properly. Crush my womb until I’m a mess.”

“…That’s too much…”

“Say it.”

“….”

“…Should I stop here?”

“Ah, fuck, at least give me time to mentally prepare…!”

“….”

“…Nngh.”

“….”

“…Crush… my womb… …Ah, until I’m a mess… …Just, wreck it… or whatever… Nn…”

“….”

“…There. Happy, you pervert…”

“……Hah… …Fucking bitch…”

“Nngh—?!”

Maybe as reward for enduring the shame,

Seojin—who had been whispering filth into my ear—starts fucking me again like a starved beast, devouring me whole.

My hips, which had been lifting naturally as he said earlier, are now forced down with lewd, wet slaps under his strength.

Even if I grope blindly for his waist, trying to push him away,

Even if I stubbornly try to lift my hips higher out of spite,

He just pins me down harder, raping me into the mattress until my lower stomach touches the sheets, now cold and slick with my own fluids.

It’s like—

Dealing with someone who’s completely lost their sanity.

Thinking about it, if I got Seojin drunk out of his mind and then had sex with him, it’d probably feel like this.

“Ngh, ah, nngh—, hah…”

…Alcohol.

A Seojin drunk on lust alone would be even wilder than this, right?

So what if the three of us drank together?

Hayoon’s tolerance is terrible… …Last time, nothing really happened, right?

But next time, if I got Seojin wasted,

Got Hayoon to pass out after one sweet canned drink,

And then—pretending to be drunk myself—leaned into Seojin to seduce him…

In my room,

Or the living room.

Right next to Hayoon, blissfully asleep with her stomach exposed, unaware,

We could kiss like sluts,

And he could fuck me raw all night long.

…Maybe I’ll try it next time.

If I text Seojin first, suggesting we drink with Hayoon,

He’d probably cancel any plans and come running.

He knows how weak Hayoon is with alcohol.

“Nngh…, …hah…, I’m really…, …gah…”

The thick arms of the male pinning me down on either side.

Trapped between them, I’m fucked relentlessly, thud thud thud, moaning nonsense.

Not the pretty, practiced moans you’d hear in porn, but raw, animalistic sounds, forced out like my lungs are being squeezed.

Seojin’s lips brush against my shoulder as I twitch and gasp into the pillow.

Wrapping around me, he fucks me so hard the bed creaks loud enough to hear.

Not some childish game disguised as “practice sex,”

But real sex—using a woman’s body just to cum.

As that strange excitement coils in me, Seojin—breath hitching like he’s close—pulls me tight and starts ruthlessly pounding into my walls.

“…?! All the way, nngh, inside, ah— Hey, fuck, just a little…, ah, ahh—!”

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Every time the thick head of his cock crushes my cervix without mercy, my pupils jerk upward.

When I desperately try to cling to consciousness, Seojin whispers in my ear—The condom’s slipping off, so stop squeezing so hard—before pulling out briefly.

…Ah. Is he giving me a break?

Seeing me tremble and struggle, he’s probably letting me recover.

Ignoring his whisper, lost in delusional thoughts as I gasp for air—

Less than five seconds later, his cock—somehow even harder—scrapes against my walls, plunging back in deep.

Even as Seojin uses my body like a fleshlight,

I—

“…, …Hah… …?♡ ……Nngh… …….”

—can do nothing but curl my toes and endure the pleasure.

Even as Seojin thrusts into me, slap slap, shoving two fingers into my mouth to play with my tongue,

I can do nothing but drool onto the already soaked pillow, sucking on his fingers.

Even as he grabs my chin, turning my face to kiss me—

No,

Not so much a kiss as just swapping spit—

I can do nothing but obediently stick out my tongue.

Most of my actions controlled, forced to take the pleasure shoved into me.

Exactly the kind of thing a masochist like Hayoon would love—

Slap, slap.

Pinned down, fucked to the hilt by an overexcited Seojin,

All I can do is swallow the saliva he feeds me, gulp gulp.

“Hah…, nngh…, ……, ……blegh.”

…But, why?

Why hasn’t he cum yet?

Earlier, he’d have grabbed my hips tight by now, cumming with a groan.

But this time,

No matter how ragged his breathing gets,

He just won’t—

I might…

Pass out any second now.

“Hey, Seo… Jin…, When the hell are you, nngh…, gonna cum…”

“…Why? You want me to hurry?”

“That’s not, what I, ah— You’ve been twitching like crazy for a while now, but you’re not saying anything…!”

“Hah… Of course… Wait. You still don’t know?”

“Suddenly, what are you—”

“…You really can’t tell?”

“…?”

If we keep going like this, I might actually black out.

I’m already way past my limit, you idiot.

Not wanting to admit it, I complain, using Seojin’s state as an excuse—but his response is something I can’t quite grasp.

Can’t tell? Tell what?

That he made me say something embarrassing?

If not that, then what?

The answer comes as I groan into the pillow.

“Earlier, when I pulled out for a second, you were squeezing so tight the condom came off.”

And—

“You didn’t feel it? That I’m fucking you raw? …At all?”

Of all the—

“…This thing grinding against your womb right now? It’s bare. You idiot.”

“….”

“And it’s your fault for making me hold back my cum this whole time.”

—dangerous answers.