episode_0204

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He’d like it.

I’d already expected as much.

…That was why I’d allowed them to have sex in my room in the first place.

I’d endured until they used up both condoms, stimulating Woojin diligently before letting him lavish me with attention, then planned to take my turn—stealing him away from Jiyoon after he’d gotten all worked up fucking her…?

“….”

But.

“…This position is kind of… embarrassing….”

I hadn’t expected Woojin to fill the condom so much that it was incomparable to his usual volume.

And not just Woojin—Jiyoon, too.

Where did her usual calm demeanor go? Her cheeks were flushed red up to her ears as she kept glancing at me.

I hadn’t known… they’d both get this turned on.

“If we’re talking about embarrassment, the one getting fucked like a dog is probably more so.”

“That’s because… I can’t see your face….”

…Still, well…

It wasn’t as shocking for Woojin since I’d caught a glimpse of him on the sofa yesterday.

But her?

Jiyoon—it’s really something.

Why is she enjoying it this much…?

Does she have some kind of exhibitionist streak?

If she were just naturally sensitive, her reactions yesterday on the sofa were already strange, but…

Does being watched while having sex… feel that good?

Unless she’d outright stolen Woojin from me, all she’s doing is fucking him wildly in front of me right now, isn’t it?

Or maybe…

It’s not Jiyoon’s problem.

It might be Woojin’s.

Maybe fucking Woojin when he’s so turned on his focus is slipping just feels that incredible…

That might be it.

“You don’t like this position because you have to look at me?”

“…It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just… embarrassing….”

Unlike earlier, Jiyoon was now lying on her back in a proper position, knees forced apart by Woojin gripping behind them.

…Maybe it was the angle.

My gaze was drawn to the cock resting on Jiyoon’s lower stomach—still just as thick as before, despite him having just come.

If anything, it might’ve gotten even bigger.

It reached all the way to her navel, even though Jiyoon was slightly taller than me.

If that’s how it was for her, I couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel for me.

With two girls—

No,

two sisters in front of him.

That filthy, perverted cock was clearly still throbbing.

“…Since you’re watching, let’s finish quickly. …Got it?”

“…Yeah.”

The same cock that had just ruined Jiyoon so thoroughly, now tightly sheathed in a thin condom.

It spread her glistening pussy, slick with her juices, and then—

As if taming her body.

…Right in front of me, kneeling beside them.

“…Hhk……. …Nngh…. …D-deep….”

Shallow.

Gentle.

Slow.

Rubbing carefully from the tip inward.

Deeper.

Until Jiyoon’s fingers clawed at my bedsheets.

Deeper.

Until she threw her head back, panting out humiliated moans.

Deeper.

Until her thighs trembled violently, her ass visibly pressed into Woojin’s firm lower stomach.

Deeper.

Until the slight bulge of her lower stomach showed just how far he was inside.

Deeper.

He pushed in leisurely.

“…Why are you enjoying it this much? You don’t usually react like this.”

“…D-don’t… know….”

Unlike the tenderness he always showed me,

maybe because we were the same age.

…Just like when he’d fucked me while I called him oppa.

His voice took on a slightly teasing edge.

“Are you turned on because Noona’s watching?”

“N-no…!”

Hitting the mark,

he made the usually composed Jiyoon shake her head like a flustered child.

“…What do you mean ‘no’? You’re way tighter than when it’s just us.”

“That’s… just… because your cock got bigger…, ……Nngh…!”

Pushing deeper,

hitting her deepest spot—her cervix—like a targeted assault, savoring her reactions.

Then, starting over, Woojin began probing for the secrets Jiyoon wanted to hide.

Watching him, I slowly swallowed the saliva pooling under my tongue and inched closer.

…I swear, I wasn’t turned on from watching my boyfriend fuck my sister.

If anything, I was annoyed. Only someone into NTR could get off on this.

But.

Really, it’s just—

Not about my preferences,

but because of Woojin.

“There’s not even much difference. It’s not like putting on the condom was harder. …Just that you’re fully hard now.”

“You just… want to hear me say I’m turned on because of you in front of Noona….”

Earlier, he’d told me to move aside while looking for a condom.

Now, he was urging Jiyoon to admit the truth while grinding against her.

Cornered,

Jiyoon tried to shut her mouth,

but Woojin pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, crushing her cervix until she gasped, reaching out desperately.

He seemed even more turned on than Jiyoon.

“Nn… ngh…?! …Hhk, hah… Hahh….”

…No need to cool him down.

I’d rather his mind burn completely black.

So he’d take me,

right in front of Jiyoon,

proving my body feels even better than hers.

All day.

Until the sun rises tomorrow.

I—

“….”

Even as my sister came over and over, her cervix relentlessly stimulated.

As her older sister,

far from stopping it,

I steadied my voice.

“…Hey, Woojin.”

“…Noona.”

“…Don’t tease her like that….”

“….”

“Just fuck her hard… and Jiyoon’ll be honest in no time….”

“….”

“Hey, Lee Hayoon…, ngh, ugh…….”

Don’t stop here—do more.

Don’t forgive her—ruin her more.

…And ruin yourself too.

From beside Woojin,

I pushed lightly against his lower stomach.

Right now.

Just enough to pull him out by a knuckle’s length.

Then shove him back inside Jiyoon.

“……O-ough….”

“…See?”

“….”

…She reacts better like this.

I know a woman’s body better than you ever could.

I whispered,

meeting Woojin’s lust-filled gaze.

With a sly, sisterly smile.

“….”

Pushing his stomach a little harder this time,

I pulled him out until three knuckles’ worth of his slick cock was exposed.

Then—hard.

I urged him to slam back into my sister,

scraping my short nails teasingly over his stomach.

“…Now ask Jiyoon. Why she’s tighter now… than when it’s just you two….”

“Lee, Hayoon… Stop talking, nonsen……, ……?! …?”

“Jiyoon.”

“…Sh-shut, ugh…, nn, ngh…….”

“Why? You’re more turned on… than usual… right?”

“…I-I’ll never… say it… in front of… Unnie….”

“…That’s why I want to hear it.”

“Me too.”

“Loud, er……, ngh?!?? Hey, Lee, Hayoon……! You… ………♡”

…Pressing lightly against the slight bulge in Jiyoon’s lower stomach,

I watched as she grabbed a pillow to muffle her moans—

but only for a moment.

Moving behind Woojin,

like when I’d first learned to touch myself,

I carefully caressed his chest.

And that wasn’t enough.

…Mwah, mwah.

Marking his neck and shoulders with kisses.

Like this.

“…Chu, mm……. …Nn….”

“Hey, Seo Woo—wait, I’ll talk, just—!”

Turning his head, twisting his waist slightly, Woojin met my lips in a deep kiss.

…Meanwhile,

thud, thud.

The sound of him pounding into her with everything he had.

The wet squelch of her juices as the swollen head of his cock dragged against her walls.

The loud, ragged gasps as Jiyoon clutched the pillow again.

The sound of Jiyoon, climaxing over and over, splattering Woojin’s body with her shameful fluids.

“……! …Ugh……, …?! …Ah, ah…. ……I’m, cumming…. I’m cumming…. ……♡”

The sound of Woojin yanking the pillow from Jiyoon’s face and tossing it aside.

…At first, she seemed to try holding back,

but she couldn’t last even a few seconds.

Gasping obscenely.

Because,

Unnie’s,

watching,

I’m so,

turned on…

….

Well…

Listening to my sister’s moans,

laced with nothing but honesty.

“Hah…, chu, nn…. ……Ngh….”

Do more.

Ruin my sister more.

Ruin yourself more.

…Come quickly,

then pin Jiyoon beneath me,

and fuck me instead.

Trying to take control with practiced ease,

but completely overwhelmed by Woojin’s skill.

…My head grew fuzzy,

my tongue sucked into his mouth,

but I still urged him on.

“Phah……, …ah….”

…Of course,

what awaited at the end was—

a little disappointingly—

Woojin wiping his lips with the back of his hand,

turning away from me.

“Nn, mmph…?! …Chuup……. Ugh….”

After Jiyoon finished her humiliating confession, panting as she looked away,

he slipped a finger between her lips, pulling her gaze back to him.

…Then,

the mix of my taste and his,

dripping from his finger onto her tongue.

Watching her swallow obediently,

he kissed her just as messily as he had me.

“……. ……‥·. ……Hhhaa………♡”

Squelch,

throb.

Buried to the hilt, his balls twitched violently with each pulse of cum—I could feel it too.

Meanwhile, Jiyoon clenched around him, her tight little asshole fluttering as she came.

“Nn, phah….”

When Woojin finally pulled out, the condom stretched obscenely, still tied to her pussy by a thick strand of cum.

I thought it might snap back if we waited,

but…

Isn’t that going to tear if we’re not careful?

“….”

How much had he even come to stretch it like that?

How tight had she been to keep it trapped inside her?

….

Would I

get to have sex like that today?

Between jealousy and anticipation,

I reached between them—since they were too busy swapping spit—and pulled the condom free.

“…Hhk.”

…Maybe it was obvious.

Like a water balloon.

Or maybe more like a mango.

The condom held even more cum than when he’d come on me earlier—

about as much as when he’d creampied Jiyoon yesterday.

Holding it secretly against my lower stomach, near my navel…

…Now I was sure.

This would never fit inside me.

That’s why so much had spilled out of Jiyoon yesterday.

“….”

A flicker of jealousy made my cheeks puff out involuntarily.

Embarrassed by my childish reaction, I climbed off the bed and rummaged through Woojin’s crossbag.

…Anyway,

two rounds.

The time I’d allowed Jiyoon was up.

From now until this time tomorrow,

it’s my turn again.

“…You like kissing that much?”

“…Ah, …Noona.”

“Move. You two already had your two rounds.”

Thud.

I tossed two boxes of condoms onto Woojin’s legs,

then awkwardly

forced myself between them.

“…You had your fun earlier, right? Lee Jiyoon?”

“Hah…, hah….”

Just like Jiyoon had wedged herself between me and Woojin yesterday,

now it was my turn.

On all fours.

“Now it’s your turn. …See how it feels to be pinned under someone… ……Ngh….”

Thrust.

Over Jiyoon’s dazed panting,

with only my nightgown between us,

I ground my chest against hers.

“Hah…, ugh….”

…Then,

yanking down my dolphin-print panties roughly,

lick, lick.

Woojin’s tongue began teasing me, drawing out pleasured gasps.

I spat them out proudly,

right into my sister’s sulking face.

“…If you’re going to complain, bite my shoulder like I did yesterday. Don’t look up at me.”

“Maybe later… if I feel like it… ……Ngh….”

“That’s not what I meant….”

“…?”

“When Unnie’s getting fucked like this… Let me kiss Woojin a little more.”

“….”

“…Oh. Unnie’s in the way, so you can’t reach him, huh?”

Whispering.

To Jiyoon, who was openly eyeing my boyfriend.

…Splat—

“…Ah, shit… Lee Hayoon, what the hell….”

“What? You said you wanted to kiss Woojin.”

“Then why’d you spit in my mouth?”

“It’ll taste the same as mine. …Just swallow it.”

“…Bitch.”

Instead of my boyfriend,

I let

the mix of our saliva

drip onto Jiyoon’s lips.