Extra. Seo Jia’s Memoir (3)

…As I was sucking, a wicked thought briefly crossed my mind: should I just cum right in her mouth?

But I’m not that sleazy a person, so I pressed firmly on her bulging cheeks and pulled out my cock.

Seeing Seo Jia’s face, dripping and looking disappointed, tempted me again, but without a word, I roughly wiped her wet mouth with my hand and moved to the bathroom attached to the room.

After finishing what I had to do, splashing cold water on my flushed face helped the dizziness in my head gradually subside and reason return.

…The time is 1 AM.

Since she said she has a schedule tomorrow, I should let her sleep by 3 AM at the latest.

That leaves about 2 hours, I guess.

It’s a shame, but it’s not insufficient.

Though whether Ye-eun thinks the same is uncertain.

“…Uh, excuse me.”

“What is it.”

“No, just…”

As I leaned my hands on the sink, dripping water droplets, Jia hesitantly followed me into the bathroom.

The sight of my sister-in-law, who had been so venomous, now wearing only a t-shirt and glancing nervously at me was quite satisfying, but we’ve shared too many secrets to be impressed by that now.

I approached her, who was lowering her head and glancing up, and placed my hand on her shoulder.

Then Jia, perhaps mistaking it for me about to kiss her, turned her head sideways and looked strangely embarrassed.

…Originally, I had intended to undress her first, but seeing that cute side changed my mind.

“Ah, um. Brother-in-law…”

“…Close your eyes.”

“…”

Grabbing her chin and turning her towards me, I closed Jia’s eyes.

She frowned slightly, hesitated, and then slowly closed her eyes and pouted slightly.

As I watched intently the clumsy seduction of my sister-in-law, who was craving affection, I brought two fingers together and touched them to her lips.

As soon as skin touched skin, Jia trembled, exhaled sharply, and wriggled her tongue out.

“…Ah. Shit.”

“Pfft…”

Realizing the place she’d pushed her tongue wasn’t between her lips but between my index and middle fingers, she opened her eyes blearily and glared at me with her usual venomous expression.

It was so cute that I burst out laughing and ruffled her hair.

“Don’t laugh. …Do you want to mess with me again after going this far?”

“Ahaha, I can’t help it. You just act too temptingly.”

“…What does that mean.”

“It means you turn me on.”

Jia, looking very angry, flicked my hand away and turned her body away, but she didn’t push me away when I hugged her from behind.

As I smirked and caressed her belly fat, I could feel the blood rushing to her ears again, her excitement returning.

“…Let go.”

“Why? …Are you pretending to dislike it now?”

“Ugh…”

I nibbled gently on her soft, warm ear while blowing warm air onto it.

Outwardly, she acted annoyed, but she didn’t resist at all.

Like hitting my solar plexus with her elbow, or biting down hard on my hands as they fondled her breasts inside her clothes, or even scratching here and there with her fingernails.

There were plenty of opportunities for resistance, but she never took them.

That’s the Seo Jia of today.

“…Hoo. You’re fucking hot, Jia.”

“Shut up…”

“Is it okay for an idol to walk around with tits like these? Doesn’t it hurt when you dance?”

“…I don’t know. Shut up…”

She’s changed so much compared to the time when she once drew a cutter knife on my shoulder even while trembling in fear.

…Of course, I partly forced her back then, but she probably doesn’t even have the courage to hold a knife now.

Despite acting so confident and principled outside, the fact that she becomes a weak, almost pitiful girl when left alone with me fit my tastes perfectly.

Moreover,

“Your friend said it subtly hurt. …Well, she’s quite big in her own way, though.”

“…”

“I wish you had a personality similar to Hinami’s. …Honestly, though, your body is hotter, isn’t it?”

“…Don’t compare.”

“Why? You are hotter, that’s true. Well… some people might think differently. Honestly, Hinami and I have too much of a size difference, so that’s just how it looks to me.”

“…I’m going to tell Hinami that.”

“Go ahead. She’ll probably just tease me, calling me a pervert who’s horny for some short brat. …She knows well enough that you have a hot body, though.”

“…”

Her subtly asserting her pride while pretending not to care when compared to her friend was both amusing and sexy.

…Indeed, having been born like this, it would be strange if she had no pride in her own body.

I don’t have good feelings about my parents who didn’t raise me, but I’m always thankful they gave birth to me with such a usable body.

If I had been born ordinarily, I wouldn’t even have dreamed of 3-ways or 4-ways, right?

…And I wouldn’t be forcefully fucking a lewd idol like this.

“And your friend knows eroticism well, right? What men like. What excites them.”

“…What are you talking about.”

“It’s a bit difficult to put into words. …Just, well. Every gesture. The way she dresses. Things like that.”

“…”

“…Aren’t there piles of clothes in this house too?”

“…No.”

“Ah, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. You should sleep too; you said you have work tomorrow.”

“…What do you want. Brother-in-law.”

“Anything. …I want you to honestly do whatever I ask.”

“…”

“…If I like it, I won’t go downstairs today.”

…Gently coaxing my sister-in-law, who still had some common sense,

…making her imagine herself engaging in all sorts of lewd plays with that innocent mind of hers – this pleasure too.

…She probably would have lived her whole life without knowing.

Therefore, I am simply grateful.

To my parents, and

…To their father,

our Director.

**

After teasing Jia enough, I returned to the room and lay down on the bed.

Pretending to fiddle with my phone, I quietly watched her. Jia pressed a pillow hard against my face and shouted in a trembling voice:

“Don’t look. …I’m embarrassed.”

“…Okay.”

She was so embarrassed, making me anticipate what amazing outfit she was trying to put on. So, I placed my phone face down on the bed and closed my eyes, listening intently to the sound of her dressing.

Sseuk, sseuk, the sound of fabric brushing and buttons being fastened continued for quite a while.

Eventually, as I heard her climbing onto the bed, the pillow covering my eyes was quickly whisked away.

“…Can I open them?”

“…”

The idol came into view, placing her hands on both sides of my head and looking down at me.

The outfit is… that.

…Just,

an ordinary maid outfit.

“…”

…I almost felt disappointed because it was unexpectedly conventional, but as I shifted my gaze downwards, I could tell she had put in quite an effort.

She was wearing only the apron; she skipped the skirt.

She wore the white stockings properly.

…She hadn’t forgotten the white choker I gifted her, wearing it around her neck.

The lack of a headband and bow tie was a bit disappointing, but I guess it’s acceptable.

As I was seriously evaluating her inwardly, she, waiting for a reaction, blushed and grabbed my collar.

“…Say something. Brother-in-law. I went to all this trouble dressing up.”

“Ah, sorry. I was speechless because you look beautiful.”

“D-don’t lie. …Tell me if you like it or not.”

“I like it. …Except for this part.”

“Ah…”

Since she grabbed my collar, I raised my hand slightly below hers and fiddled with her buttons.

Why bother fastening this annoying thing.

It’s obvious I’m going to take it off anyway.

As I unbuttoned the difficult buttons, thankfully her bare breasts popped out, pleasing my eyes.

Ha, geez.

…It’s amazing every time I see it.

How can something like this be attached to such a frail body?

Both sisters, I mean.

“I put in some effort, so I’ll consider it acceptable.”

“…”

“…Then lie down. If it gets too late, you won’t be able to sleep either, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Lift up your apron. …Spread.”

“…”

Pushing her off me after she had climbed on top, I got up and commanded her. The girl who had despised me so much submitted to me so obediently.

Even a trained dog wouldn’t roll onto its back and spread its legs this quickly, but my personal maid lay quietly on the bed, assuming a submissive pose and swallowing hard.

…Hahaha.

I had originally intended to do it moderately and then let her sleep, but my mind changed slightly.

“…What did you say your schedule was for tomorrow?”

“…A fan meeting.”

“Okay.”

…I want to see her say with her own mouth that she’ll rest.

I wanted to see her lie, saying she wanted to spend the whole day with me instead of going to meet her fans.

So, I swept my bangs back long and caressed my stiffly erect cock once.

…It doesn’t seem easy, but

she’s so inept, it probably won’t be that difficult.

Shall I give it a try?

“Ugh…♡”

I pushed the head of my cock firmly into the idol’s pussy, spread like a frog’s, and pushed my hips inward while carefully watching her reaction.

My sister-in-law, who had been very aroused since earlier, wore an ecstatic expression even while being fucked quite roughly, showing no displeasure.

I wonder how lewdly this lewd maid will speak.

I might not remember everything, but it’ll probably be fine.

…I’m recording anyway.

Not being able to record video is a bit disappointing, though.

She won’t say anything even if I take a commemorative photo at the end, so that’s enough.

Whether I’ll take that photo at dawn,

or in the morning.

It depends on how I play it, but…

**

“…Brother-in-law. What are you looking at?”

“A commemorative photo taken with you.”

“…”

Legally, we were sister-in-law and brother-in-law, but in reality, Ye-eun and I, who even had a child together, often had secret rendezvous in the early morning like back then.

…It was just me going upstairs, but regardless.

As I showed her the old photo on my phone, she snatched it with a complex expression.

“…Do you remember what you said back then?”

“I don’t remember. …I don’t want to remember either.”

“Come on. If someone saw, they’d think you don’t do it these days, right?”

“…”

…It was hard to understand why she was embarrassed now, even though she called me out dressed in the same maid outfit as back then.

But I guess that’s just how women’s hearts work.

They say minds get complicated after giving birth, right?

Without thinking too deeply, I approached Ye-eun, who was looking unsure, and hugged her tightly.

“…It was good back then. It was fun because you still had a bit of rebellion left.”

“I didn’t. …Not even back then.”

“Really? Indeed. It seems like you were just pretending to rebel.”

“…”

“…How was it, fucking me after canceling that fan meeting?”

“…It was good.”

She replied in a complex, subtle voice, a mix of resignation and excitement.

…Although I felt a bit sorry, I stroked Ye-eun, who had become more endearing, and slowly laid her down on the bed.

Ah, she’s definitely matured a bit.

She really acted like a child back then.

Not her face, but every single action.

“Then, shall we do it exactly like back then today?”

“…Yes.”

“I have the recording from back then, so I’ll let you hear it.”

“…What?”

Although I hadn’t particularly hidden it, looking at her flustered face upon hearing this for the first time, I snatched the phone and slowly let her relive the memory of that day.

…It’s a bit disappointing that there’s only this one photo, but

I recorded what clothes she wore that night anyway, so there wasn’t really a problem.

One picture is enough, right?

The missing photos,

I can just take them again now.