episode_0196

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…I didn’t lose.

Jiyoon, maybe you didn’t see how excited he got in my room earlier, but—

Seo Woojin? That guy gets hard the second I even start undressing him.

And if I tease him a little by saying I want a kiss,

he pushes in deep, pounding me until my ass is completely flattened against him.

If I even humor him by calling him “oppa” once—

he grabs my wrist, flips me over, and fucks me until I pass out—

…

…A-anyway.

Don’t make me laugh by saying I lost to you.

Just because your tits are slightly bigger than mine…

Thwack.

With the faint sound of a flick echoing from the living room, I gather my supplies.

Woojin’s crossbody bag—left in the corner of my room because I didn’t trust Jiyoon not to sneak something from it.

Inside, nestled between monochrome clothes…

…condoms.

I grab one packet, then hesitate and take two more before standing up.

If I bring way more than Jiyoon, it’ll establish dominance, right?

A little I need this much more than you do energy.

“……”

Half of me is mortified at the thought of actually having sex in front of Jiyoon.

The other half is giddy with excitement over actually having sex in front of Jiyoon.

Embarrassment and anticipation send thunderous pulses ringing through my ears as I step into the living room where the two of them are—

only to see:

“…Ah, unnie.”

“…”

Despite Woojin gripping her wrist as if to tell her to stop,

Jiyoon refuses to relent, clinging to his side with stubborn determination while—

Schlick, schlick.

…she enthusiastically strokes his cock—now even bigger than before.

“…Stop messing around and come here.”

“Huh? I-I made his dick hard for you, unnie?”

I try to sound composed, like the responsible older sister, but it’s useless.

Then again, she’s the kind of person who’d spin actively encouraging cheating as doing it for unnie’s sake, so of course she won’t back down easily.

I sigh faintly, watching Jiyoon—still determined to win even after seeing Woojin’s reaction—bury her face against his neck, sniffing his scent in deep, shuddering breaths—

Plop.

I toss her a condom packet, and her glossy jade-green eyes instantly sparkle as they dart toward me.

“…Open it.”

“…Eh?”

“Open it. That.”

“…This is a condom?”

“Yeah. Open it.”

“…D-do you mean…?”

Her gaze asks for clarification.

Are you giving permission to have sex?

“You were the one who made his dick hard for me, weren’t you?”

“…So?”

“…So you can at least be the one to open this for me.”

“…”

“…What’s the hold-up? Aren’t you opening it?”

I crush the hopeful glint in my little sister’s eyes underfoot, grinning with smug superiority as I step closer to Woojin—

using Jiyoon’s body as support—

and hook my thumb under the waistband of his pitch-black sweatpants, pulling them down.

The freshly removed, still-warm sweatpants land not on Woojin—

but on Jiyoon’s lap, her glare drilling holes into me.

“…Hah.”

Mine and Woojin’s evidence.

A slightly twisted way of telling Jiyoon to clean up after us herself.

Whether she catches the meaning or not, Jiyoon lets out a hollow scoff and carelessly tosses the freshly opened condom in my direction.

…I don’t catch it, obviously. But I don’t care.

Even if I have to pick it up from the floor while half-stripped, I don’t care.

Because it doesn’t change the fact that I won and you lost, got it?

No matter how much you crumple and sit on my sweatpants like that—

it doesn’t bother me.

If anything,

it feels really good.

Seeing you burning with jealousy like this.

…

…Ah,

but whether it feels good or not—

that doesn’t mean there aren’t things that still make me flustered.

“…Let go. I need to put this on.”

“I’ll hold it steady for you.”

“I don’t need your help—just let go.”

For someone who’s barely done anything but grope my chest—

my freshly stripped panties are already soaked with slick.

So much so that it drips down my thighs in transparent streaks.

I try to play it cool while rolling the condom on—

…but make a few clumsy mistakes.

In the end, Woojin steps in to help.

It’s embarrassing, but whatever.

Not like it matters when there’s a girl right next to me who can’t do anything but stare jealously.

This isn’t even the embarrassing part.

No—

the real embarrassment is

that even though all she can do is watch…

she still won’t give up and keeps staring.

You.

That’s who I’m talking about.

“…Alright, now— ah, your clothes are kinda baggy… They’re in the way…”

“Gather them up and hold them tight… Yeah, like that.”

After securing the condom all the way to the base, I climb onto Woojin’s lap.

Is it because he’s already leaking enough pre-cum to soak the inside of the condom?

Or has he, like me, developed some… unmentionable tastes?

Even as Jiyoon clings to him teasingly, practically begging for attention, Woojin keeps his hands firmly on my waist.

…Holding the hem of my shirt gathered in front so he can clearly see my lower half—

the formerly loose sweatshirt now tightly wrapped around my waist, shamelessly outlining my curves—

“…Nnh…”

In the end—

even with my little sister watching—

his cock—

Glug, glug.

…begins stretching me open.

“Relax. …You’re squeezing too tight—it’s not going in.”

“…Nn, mm…”

Woojin sits comfortably on the couch while Jiyoon clings to his side—

both staring intently at my trembling slit beneath the bunched-up sweatshirt.

The first emotion to hit me is an instinctive, humiliated shame—

but it’s quickly drowned out by a tidal wave of superiority.

Lee Jiyoon, you can only sit there and watch.

But I’ve already swallowed him whole—

even the head.

A pride so potent my hips already tingle with it.

The occasional shaky moan escapes as I sink deeper.

“……Hih…, ……hah…”

Even when the thick crown grinds deliciously against my inner walls—

I feign composure.

Even when the tip presses insistently against the deepest spot my fingertips can barely reach—

I feign composure.

Even when it passes the point where most men would bottom out effortlessly—

I feign… composure…

Until—

…the place that shouldn’t be touched—

the deepest part—

“Hey, don’t tou—…… ……nh…!”

“…Unnie, you take it this deep too.”

“What did I say about—ahhh…… ♡?!”

“…You look like you’re enjoying yourself right now. …Unnie.”

“…Nnn……? Mmn……?”

“…Ah. I can feel his dick moving… pulsating.”

“…Oogh…….”

“Woojin, can you feel it too? How my fingertips are rubbing up and down?”

“…A little.”

Jiyoon, who had been quiet until now,

presses teasingly against—

the spot below my navel.

The dangerous place—

the one that sends me hurtling over the edge with just a brush.

Deeper.

“Hah…, hah……. …ha…”

After what feels like ten seconds stretched into ten minutes—

I finally take him to the hilt, collapsing against Woojin’s chest as I greedily gulp down air.

…Lee Jiyoon, you crazy bitch.

I didn’t think she’d interfere like this. What the hell is this?

At most, I expected her to try kissing him again.

Or paw at his chest like she does when she masturbates alone.

I braced for that much—but I didn’t expect her to press mercilessly against my lower belly, leaving me completely unprepared.

The proof?

This.

The slick wetness pooling between my thighs pressed flush against Woojin—undeniably mine.

…The most humiliating fluid a girl can leak, and he’s definitely feeling it too.

Too embarrassed, I bury my forehead against his chest—

…when suddenly—

“……Hih, nn?!?”

Without anything being done—

…I come.

And worse, the pleasure refuses to fade.

My mind floods with question marks.

“Ngh, huh…?! ……mmph?!?”

No thrusting.

No hands grinding into my lower belly like Jiyoon just did.

No rough piston strokes like Woojin normally forces on me.

If anything, he seems drained himself—just holding me close, patiently waiting.

…And yet—

with just that alone—

“…Wha— ah……. W-Woojin… what…”

The pleasure from Jiyoon’s touch on my lower belly lingers, refusing to fade.

“……hk…”

This is weird.

Even if I blame it on Jiyoon watching—it’s still weird.

Sure, it’s always felt good when he bottoms out—

but the pleasure’s never stuck to me like this, chewing-gum stubborn.

Right now, even as I shudder around his cock buried to the hilt—

…every tremble of my body—

grinds that spot inside—

pressing so hard it hurts—

And it feels so good—

pushing me over again.

And again.

Again.

Again.

“…Me.”

“…Huh?”

“Nuuna.”

As my mind begins to bleach white—

Woojin’s lust-drenched voice snaps me back.

“You can’t move right now, can you?”

“…Ju-just a little…”

“…Then.”

“W-wait, Woojin… ah. Hey, why are you—don’t move my hips…”

“If you can’t do it yourself, I will.”

“…Don’t—why?! No—don’t move…”

“…Why not? You look like you’re loving it right now.”

“I, I really… right now—”

No.

If you move right now, I might actually die.

You know.

You know I’m still twitching from earlier.

Even when I fake composure after cumming, you always see right through it—

calling it cute before ruthlessly pounding me until I come over and over—

…So why are you pretending not to notice now—

“…”

Ah—

…Could it be—

“Ngh—?!?”

By the time the thought forms,

Woojin’s already lifting my hips with both hands.

And then—

naturally—

“Heeek……, …♡”

all the way in.

Nudge.

Nudge.

Until the rubber tip grinds mercilessly against the deepest part of me—

my cervix.

Again.

Again.

“Just—just wait…….”

Even with Jiyoon watching—

he doesn’t hold back.

…Even when I beg him to stop—

he doesn’t listen.

“Haaah……”

“…Kyaa…!”

Maybe the angle was uncomfortable—

because he lifts my trembling body and stands—

…then swaps positions,

“Lee Jiyoon. Move aside for a sec.”

“…Ah, sure.”

Unlike with me, Jiyoon obeys instantly, nodding as Woojin lays me down—

right on top of my discarded, crumpled sweatpants.

“Nhh…”

Slap, slap, slap.

Unlike the lazy teasing from earlier—

this is like our locked-bedroom sessions—

raw, unrestrained fucking.

Then—

by chance—

peeking past my arms, too ashamed to fully uncover my face—

I meet Jiyoon’s gaze.

Not jealous—but envious.

“…Unnie. Unnie.”

“Wha—what……”

After calling my name—

she grabs Woojin’s head and—

…pulls him into a messy, wet kiss.

This time, unlike before, he indulges her effortlessly.

And I—

“…Hey, you two— ah……”

can only watch from below, pinned to the couch.

“Nhh— ah?!? …hk……”

Again—

just as I’m about to protest—

Jiyoon’s soft fingers press into my lower belly—

and I come.

…I don’t get it, but I come again—

layered atop the last.

My mind dissolves under the overwhelming pleasure—

“……Haaah…? …Haaa……?”

leaving me incapable of even telling her to back off—

only able to pant, ragged and heated.

“Nnh──……♡”

…And then, deliberately—

just so I can’t chastise them—

Woojin grinds deep, pressing insistently against my most sensitive spot—

Creak… creak—

as if testing which angle makes me squirm most—

before settling into slow, deliberate strokes.

“……! …?! ……, ………”

Hard.

Harder.

…Hardest.

With everything he has—

until all I can muster are choked gasps of pleasure—

relentlessly pounding my deepest reaches—

until—

“…Mm, phuh…, …….”

Slurp, splurt.

Sploooorch…….

Woojin suddenly cums—so hard I feel the condom swell against my cervix—

having fucked into me with abandon.

And right above me—

watching the two of them kiss—

Jiyoon, lips damp and swollen,…

stands over me, blocking the fluorescent light.

“Hup. I did give myself a handicap, right? Since unnie caught his first load…”

“And that means…?”

“What do you think? …I need my turn if we’re gonna compare.”

“…”

It would’ve been fine to just tell her to get lost already.

But after seeing how hard she worked—

I’m curious what face she’ll make when I crush her effortlessly.

“…Just once. But tomorrow… haah… you only get two condoms…”

Catching my breath,

I permit Jiyoon one round with Woojin.

…It’s not like I wasn’t gonna lend him to her tomorrow anyway.

But for some reason—

she smiles like it’s the happiest thing in the world.

She’s my little sister, but…

what a complete idiot.

I can’t help but think—watching her grin.