Not a younger sister, but a slave girl (1)

“Hey, wake up and eat.”

The feeling of the day darkening, a slightly chilly and damp air filling my room.

Just as I was about to open my eyes to that feeling, my sister woke me up.

The same shirt she wore earlier, but this time with dolphin shorts.

…Huh? Why dolphin shorts? Did she boil the regular shorts and make soup out of them?

“Why aren’t you wearing pants and wearing those?”

“These are pants too. Stop talking nonsense and come out, I ordered chicken.”

It’s certain, even without relying on intuition.

I can clearly feel that she’s become much more docile than before.

When she loses a bet and gets upset, she foams at the mouth and makes a fuss, but today she’s being kind…of.

I don’t know if she’s finally realized that I’m an opponent she can’t beat and is quietly crawling,

or if she thinks I’m not even worth getting angry at, but she’s definitely being kind.

Even though I felt somewhat refreshed, I couldn’t hide the yawn that escaped my mouth.

As I yawned and went to the kitchen, soy sauce chicken emitting steam was placed there.

I thought she’d tell me to get my own fork and plate and eat, but seeing it already set out, she’s really being kind?

It’s strange, if anything. At this point, it’s as if she’s just acknowledged that she’s a slave?

“What are you doing, not eating?”

“Earlier, you were denying it, calling me a slave and all that shit, but now you’re being so nice that I’m too anxious to eat.”

My sister’s hand, which was tearing apart a chicken leg, stops and she glares at me.

The usual expression of looking at me like she’s going to kill me, it’s not pleasant, but it tells me that things are the same as usual.

But now that she’s my slave, it’s also true that I don’t like her making that kind of face.

Whatever the case, I definitely won the bet.

No matter how much she denies it, the piss she sprayed earlier is the proof, and my sister knows that well too.

But just looking at her attitude, it feels strongly like that’s that, and everyday life is everyday life.

So, she’ll listen when I tell her to do something lewd, like fuck her pussy, but otherwise, we’re just siblings?

“I order chicken to take care of you, and you still make a fuss. What, did you think I’d follow you around all day calling you ‘Master’?”

“That wouldn’t be bad either, but there’s such a thing as a line, you know, a line.”

“What line is there for someone who made his little sister piss herself by touching her pussy?”

“Are you really taking me for a fool? So, you’re saying you’ll listen to everything I say?”

She seems like my sister now, but my mind, which won the bet, can’t accept it.

Is this a slave? She’s just a little sister #1 who mouths off to her older brother.

Even after seeing my annoyed, frowning expression, she looks at me haughtily once and then goes back to eating chicken.

I clearly won, but I’m getting this kind of treatment, so I’m starting to get annoyed.

I was going to let it go smoothly, but since she called herself a slave, I should definitely act like her master.

“Hey, Kim Ji-hye, stop stuffing your face with chicken and sit next to me.”

“Do you have to bother me when I’m eating chicken? Just leave me alone when I’m eating.”

“Can’t you hear me, you slave bitch? Sit your ass down next to me.”

When I spoke, she tried to brush it off with a playful expression,

but when I lowered my voice and ordered her, she briefly looked at me.

A vague face, mixed with a slightly surprised look and an expression of disbelief, is reflected in me.

She nonchalantly left the chicken leg bone with only the bone remaining and sat next to me as if it were nothing.

It’s not hypnosis, but she listens to me.

Yeah, she’s a slave anyway, right? It’s a problem that I can see her face though…

I just need to erase her face with a filter in my brain. That’s something I can do.

“Can’t you let me eat in peace when I’m eating? You’re going to bother me all day, aren’t you?”

“You’re a slave anyway. Those kinds of kids can’t eat if their master tells them not to.”

“Even slaves get fed regularly, you know?”

“I’ll just fuck your pussy regularly instead of feeding you.”

“Whether you do that or not, please just leave me alone when I’m eating… Hfff!”

As soon as she feels my hand, which had gone into the gap of her ass in her dolphin shorts, she’s slightly surprised and the hand that was about to grab the chicken stops.

The hand that was about to grab the chicken grabs my arm and tries to push me away, but it’s no use. I’m much superior in terms of strength.

As I dig deeper between her ass cheeks and bring my hand near her pussy, the force of her pushing starts to increase.

“Please what, please what? Did you forget that you made a slave bet with me?”

“Ssshi, you son of a bitch… Eat something first and then fuck me, huh?”

“Don’t you know that the most fun is bothering you while you’re eating and making you flinch?”

“At least let me eat something before you do it, you…fuc…ker…”

As my finger touches her pussy and I keep rubbing it, about to insert it, she gradually lowers her head.

But even with her head down, she glares at me.

Tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, that expression of gritting her teeth and saying she’ll get me back.

Even if it’s nothing much, that kind of expression is strangely arousing, and it’s fun to step on her from above.

Isn’t that something all men can relate to?

Like, strong women get educated by men and then can’t live without them later.

Still, she’s aware that she’s a slave.

As proof, she only glares at me and no longer pushes me away with her hands.

Instead, she just grits her teeth and stares at me like she’s going to kill me, and stays silent.

“Heuk, heueugeuk, hiccup…!”

As my finger enters her pussy, a moan escapes from her clenched mouth, as if she had been waiting for it.

Even if she grits her teeth and glares at me, I’m fine.

I won in a fair bet, and it’s not a crime to fuck my slave’s pussy.

I don’t know if my sister has had sex or not, but her pussy is chewy.

Even when I insert my finger, her pussy welcomes me with a pressure that feels like it’s going to push me out.

“You…son of a bitch…let’s…heuk! Eat something…hic!”

“What, eat? You’re eating. Your lower mouth is eating well, isn’t it?”

“Not that food…heugeuk!”

Even though the chicken is getting cold, my sister can’t eat it.

It’s okay, because I’m giving food to her lower mouth instead. Isn’t a finger enough food?

She grits her teeth and answers me, but moans also leak out just as much.

She tries to endure it somehow and moves her arm to grab the chicken,

but she flinches again at the finger stabbing her pussy and retracts her arm.

“Is it delicious?”

“Your fing…er…? Bullshit…hic!”

When two fingers go in, she finally sheds a tear and lets out a surprised moan.

So, she can’t handle it from two fingers onwards, that’s why she’s like that.

Even with chicken, which is called Chicken-nim, it’s much more satisfying to harass and play with my little sister’s pussy.

Even though the house is filled with the smell of chicken, I was still fucking my little sister’s pussy, who was gritting her teeth and looking at me.

The night is long, and now the night is just beginning.

There’s plenty of time, so let’s enjoy it, sis…no, slave.