episode_0191

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I can say with certainty.

There is no emotion as convenient to exploit as jealousy.

And if that jealousy stems from a romantic relationship?

It’s simply perfect.

“…You smell nice, Noona.” “I-It’s just… body wash. Or maybe shampoo…?” “More than that… Ah, you smell like a baby.” “…You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” “It’s a compliment. A compliment. Doesn’t it mean you look young?” “Ugh… I’m only twenty-one, and you’re treating me like an old lady…?” “…Pfft… Hayun-ie Grandma…” “Yah… You little… You little…”

The carrot and the stick.

When taming someone to your will, securing a high-quality carrot takes precedence over choosing the right stick.

Ah, not that the stick isn’t important—but that’s not the point right now, so let’s move on.

When you want to corrupt a pure woman like Hayun, who’s now nestled snugly in my arms…

…The most effective carrot is,

without a doubt,

jealousy.

“…Hey, stop touching my lower stomach…!” “Why? …It’s soft. Feels nice.” “O-Of course it is…! …It’s embarrassing, so stop it already…” “It’s not like it’s flab or anything. All girls have this, don’t they?” “W-Well, whatever! If you keep this up, I’ll touch you too!” “I’m not exactly the soft type, so it wouldn’t be fun for you.” “You… You do have soft parts…” “…”

Threatening Hayun for some reason and leading her to say, “Next time, wanna bring your little sister along?” doesn’t appeal to me.

Neither does training her to know nothing but my cock and then saying, “If you bring Jiyun into this room, I’ll fuck you raw all night.”

A sweet, innocent girl like her—

she’s aware of her own embarrassment.

But because she doesn’t want to lose to someone else…

…And because of her jealousy toward her little sister…

She’ll shut her eyes tight and peel off another layer for me.

That’s what turns me on.

Haa.

I can’t wait to see it.

Lee Hayun and Lee Jiyun.

Growling at each other, yet lying obediently on the same bed.

…The thrill of conquest—

I can’t even begin to imagine how intense it’ll be.

“See? It is soft…”

To see that sight—

To unravel the jealousy Hayun has built up over days, while also satisfying the possessiveness that’s taken root—

I tighten my arms around her.

So that our body heat,

our scents,

our breaths,

tangle together without a trace left behind.

“If you keep touching it, it’ll just tickle, Noona.” “W-Well, what do you want me to do…? I-I’m gonna keep touching it.”

While I hold her from behind, Hayun slips her hand between us and touches my cock.

If she were touching bare skin, it might be different, but over my boxers, it’s just cute.

…But then again,

Hayun suits cute best.

Holding her tightly, I roll us both onto the bed and press my lips lightly against the nape of her neck.

“Hey, Woojin… Don’t leave marks, okay…?” “If anyone asks, just say your boyfriend did it.” “…I-I haven’t told my friends yet… About having a boyfriend…” “Then you can tell them after the weekend.” “I-I need time to mentally prepare…!” “It’s been over a month since the semester started. You still haven’t?” “I’m almost ready…! …Nngh…!”

Roughly 23 hours remain until Jiyun’s turn comes around again.

Assuming we sleep a solid 8 hours, that leaves 15.

Investing all that time in sex isn’t impossible, but…

If I push it too hard, even using healing, I’ll get sick of it in no time.

Friday.

Saturday.

And if the opportunity arises, Sunday too.

There’s plenty of time left.

Instead of pulling off Hayun’s soft pajamas like usual,

with a faint click from somewhere in the distance,

I bite her ear, now flushed red, and whisper:

“…Jiyun-ie. She just opened her door and came out.” “…” “You heard me, right? Noona too?” “…Yeah.”

Jiyun is in the living room now.

So if we make too much noise here,

she’ll hear everything.

…But if you want,

we can let her hear.

It’s possible.

The result?

I hadn’t even planned on undressing her yet,

but as I watch Hayun strip off her own pajamas,

I slide my right hand, which had been resting on her lower stomach,

up between the buttons that had come undone with soft taps.

“…Ah, it was just the sound of her going to the bathroom.” “…” “Should’ve done it a little sooner. What a shame.” “…Ah…” “…If we’d let her hear your moans, she might’ve given up properly.” “…Th-That’s…”

The slightly rough texture of her bra under my fingertips—that’s mine.

I unhook the clasp at the center of her chest, pulling it apart,

then cup one of her breasts, spilling to the side from how we’re lying, and knead it fully in my palm.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t so far gone that just hearing her sister’s footsteps got her wet…

Her nipples weren’t stiff at all—instead, they grew firmer the more I squeezed them.

There were no uncontrollable moans slipping out either.

…But,

the fact that Lee Hayun was the one who tried to take off her own pajamas doesn’t change.

Just from hearing her sister’s door open,

she wanted me to fuck her faster.

Wanted to let her hear.

The one who undressed herself—

was you, Lee Hayun.

Finally, a small victory in sight.

Smiling faintly, I slide my other hand up too.

“Nngh… Hah… Ah…”

The last time I touched them, her breasts were slick with cold sweat.

Now, after biting and licking them, her nipples glisten with my saliva every time she gasps.

Today, they’re just warm against my palm.

…But as I rub them lightly with my fingertips, her nipples stiffen, accompanied by cute little moans.

Different from how she was last time,

but soon, I imprint myself all over Hayun’s body.

“Noona. Lift your arms up…” “…” “…Good girl.”

As she clumsily raises her arms like I told her, Hayun nuzzles the back of her head against my chest.

I assume she wants me to pet her, but…

Feeling mischievous, instead of indulging her, I kiss her head lightly and slowly peel off her thin pajama top.

What’s revealed is—

“…”

…For someone who usually barks at me not to touch her so much,

Hayun puffs out her cheeks slightly when she doesn’t get petted even once.

Holding her tightly from behind like this, I can’t help but wonder how she’d react if I teased her all day.

Hayun figuring out what I like and trying her best to act cute…

…I am curious,

but that’s for next time.

Right now isn’t the time for teasing—

it’s the time to

satisfy her completely.

“…I’ll take it off.” “…Okay.”

I hadn’t noticed since I was holding her from behind, but once her pajamas are off, I see it—a sleek black bra, surprisingly mature.

Imagining the thoughts hidden behind Hayun’s choice, I let out a small laugh.

Then, as I pull down her pajama pants and catch a glimpse of her pitch-black panties, I move my hand to her pussy.

…Wearing stuff like this doesn’t make you look more mature.

If anything, it just makes me want to call you cuter.

You’re such an idiot, Hayun.

“Did you wear this on purpose? To show me?” “…N-No? I just… wear stuff like this normally…” “Huh. Weird. How come I’ve never seen it before? Bad timing?” “…I… guess so…”

Squelch, squelch.

Even though I’ve only rubbed her clit over her panties, I can already feel how wet she is.

Fucking her wildly might be too much, but it’s more than enough to slide in slowly and take my time.

After tearing open one of the condoms Hayun brought, I carefully shift our positions.

Not the one where we roll around on the bed together,

but the one where

the man is on top,

the woman beneath.

“…Hhk…!”

…Me on top,

gazing down at Hayun’s pale neck and back,

her waist and hips, curved so beautifully my eyes linger,

her panties still clinging to her thighs.

Thud, thud.

I adjust us into a position where I can thrust as deep as I want.

…Not too deep,

just shallowly,

until Hayun’s walls are wet enough to take even the roughest pounding against her cervix.

I push into her lazily.

“Nngh… Ah… Hk…!”

Gripping her soft ass tightly,

even though I’ve only pushed in just past the head,

I watch as her hole clenches instantly,

Squelch, squelch.

taking me slowly.

“…Hey, Woojin… Ah…”

Pulling out completely for a moment,

I stare at her entrance, which looks too tight to even fit a finger,

already glistening with Hayun’s slick instead of the condom’s lube.

“…If you want Jiyun to hear, then…”

…She reaches between her own legs,

clumsily,

awkwardly,

spreading herself open for me.

“…Wouldn’t it be better… if we were louder…?”

Looking down at her with lust-darkened eyes,

I give Hayun exactly what she wants.

Grabbing the base of my cock,

I press the head against her entrance,

Push, push.

until it sinks in.

And then,

“…Nngh—?! Hk…! Ah…!”

Just like Hayun wanted,

I slam into her to the hilt,

pounding against her cervix ruthlessly,

pinning her to the bed

like I’m trying to break her.

“…♡…”

Thrust, thrust.

…As deep as I can go.

I watch as Hayun, who’d been bracing herself on all fours like a dog,

starts to collapse forward.

Thrust.

Pound.

Pound.

Like I’m about to cum any second,

I grip the bed,

ramming into her over and over.

“…Hah… Noona.” “……, …” “…Noona. Stretch your arm out for a second.” “…Hk, ah, nngh…” “Noona.” “I’m… listening… So why… my arm…?” “…You said being louder would be better.” “…Eh?”

Confused but trembling, Hayun extends her left arm.

I grab it—

—and yank.

“Ah—! W-Wait, Woojin… Ah… N-No… Nooo…!”

Pound, pound.

With every thrust, Hayun’s hair sways wildly.

I watch as she tries to lift her head but eventually bows it, panting.

…Her fingers twitch, clenching into a fist.

As her walls tighten around me,

I stare down at Hayun’s trembling, spread-out fingers.

“Nngh, ah, hk…! …Hah…!”

Pinning her shoulders down, I pull her into a crushing embrace.

Ignoring the soft splurt as Hayun squirts lightly onto the bed.

Ignoring her weak pleas to stop, barely audible between heavy breaths.

To empty every last drop into her,

…I hug Hayun tighter,

watching as her ass jiggles with every snap of my hips,

as the obscenely loud slap slap fills the room.

Staring blankly,

“…Hah…” “Hah… Haaah… Ah… …♡…”

…I pour my first load

deep into Lee Hayun,

separated only by a thin layer of latex.

Squelch.

Splurt.

“Woojin, Woojin-ah… Noona, I’m…”

A second load.

“Nngh… Hk… Oppa, no, Woojin… Ah…”

A third.

A fourth.

“Hah… Nngh… …♡… …”

A fifth.

Until the tip of the condom grows heavy,

as if I’ve drained my balls completely.

“…Do you think Jiyun heard all that?” “Hah… Ah… Hah…” “Ah, or maybe…” “Nngh?! D-Don’t spank me…!” “…I’ve never done this to Jiyun before.” “…” “The sounds you make… are so shameless.” “…I-It still hurts…!”

I still don’t hear Jiyun leaving the bathroom.

No matter how loud we are here, there’s no way Jiyun would hear from inside.

Everything I’m doing now is meaningless, useless for my plans.

Honestly, Hayun,

I was just using you as a stepping stone to get to Jiyun.

But without any grand reason,

just because

you, Lee Hayun,

who wanted to be loved by me—

“…Are you gonna go again? …Woojin-ah?”

—are so endearing

that I want to grab another condom.