Kim Jimin (3)
Consciousness always returns without warning. Or perhaps humans simply forget the instantaneous process of awareness resurfacing, mistaking it for something sudden. My head feels like it's going to split apart. This time it's not from a hangover—the blood vessels in the area that took the brunt of the impact must have ruptured.
"Ah, Oppa!"
The instinctive attempt to sit up is halted by the tape binding my arms and legs. The moment I register that I'm tied down, pain blooms through every inch of my body. Being held in an awkward position for so long puts immense strain on the muscles. But the sharp, electric agony radiating from my shoulder and waist is enough to drown out everything else.
"Ugh... hngh!"
Right. There's still tape over my mouth. Realizing that only doubles the suffocating discomfort.
The girl comes skipping toward me with a delighted expression and stops right in front. She drops to her knees to meet my gaze and waves cheerfully.
"Oppa, thank goodness... Do you have any idea how worried I was? Hic..."
The girl wraps her arms around my head.
"Mmph... hup..."
I try to speak, but the tape keeps cutting me off.
"Oppa, I'm not mad anymore! You don't have to apologize or anything!"
She stands back up and bounces around the room with uncontained excitement.
"While you were out, I thought about everything, and honestly, it wasn't your fault at all, Oppa! I never told you, right?"
She glances at me.
"And I totally get why you got angry. Our Oppa is so kind-hearted. You were just thinking about that sister and took it out on me, weren't you?"
The girl perches on the edge of the bed I'm lying on.
"That part was probably my mistake... Even though I like you so, so much, I didn't even try to understand how you felt... I'm such a little kid."
I simply watch the girl as she hangs her head, looking dejected. There's nothing I can do right now anyway.
"So! I spent forever thinking of a way to fix everything at once so we can have a sweet, lovey-dovey relationship!"
She climbs on top of me.
"Let's call that sister and let her hear exactly how much we love each other!"
...A chill runs down my spine. I glare at her. I pour every ounce of hatred, contempt, and revulsion into my eyes, staring daggers at the deranged girl so she can feel it.
"Yeah, I get that you hate the idea. You finally escaped that crazy bitch, so having to call her again must be super annoying, right?"
"But still, Oppa... this is the best way! We get to have a really intense round together, we can completely cut that slut off, and we even get revenge on top of it! She kept trying to stop us from being together, so she deserves to be punished, don't you think?"
Her hand slips under my clothes. She gropes me thoroughly, slowly pushing the fabric upward.
"Haa... Finally with Oppa..."
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
I shake my body despite the pain, trying to convey my refusal.
"Huh? What's wrong? Ah~ Oppa! I started school a year late, so I'm a proper adult now. You don't have to worry! See? You're so moralistic."
Every twist of my body sends fresh, searing pain through the reopened wounds. The helplessness of being unable to stop her washes over me. Her hand returns.
"Oppa, you're so soft here... Is this part supposed to be hard?"
"Hng... hup."
The girl laughs as she toys with my nipple.
"Kyaha! If you react that cutely, it's going to be a problem!"
She keeps at it with both hands, savoring every reaction.
"Ugh... hngh... hngh."
"What about this?"
"Hngh!"
"Ah~ So that's how it works! I get it now. This isn't so hard after all, is it?"
"Pff... mmph..."
My clothes are rolled up further, then she pauses.
"Now that I think about it, with you tied up I can't take these off properly... Hmm."
She fetches the knife she'd threatened me with earlier and begins cutting.
"Oppa, don't move at all! I haven't used this knife much, so it's dangerous!"
I can only watch as she stabs holes in the fabric and tears it open. I can't comprehend why I have to endure this nightmare.
"There... we go!"
She finally rips the last of my clothes away.
"Whoa... It's even lewder than I imagined..."
She places a hand on my chest and strokes downward.
"To think Oppa was hiding a body like this under clothes every day... That's so unfair! You should have shown it only to me in secret."
Her hand rests on the bandaged area. She looks down at me with a sorrowful expression.
"This couldn't be helped, Oppa... You understand my feelings, right?"
She starts undoing my belt.
"I'll serve you with all the sincerity I can manage to make up for what I did wrong!"
She picks up the knife again.
"Oppa, seriously don't move. Got it? It would be really bad if the lower parts get hurt."
The pain keeps intensifying. My strength is steadily draining away.
"Whew... This is tiring too."
She wipes the sweat from her forehead and shrugs off her outer layer.
"Still, I heard that sweat is actually an important form of communication!"
She begins removing the pretty outfit she'd worn to meet me.
"Oppa must have studied that kind of biology stuff in much more detail, right?"
She presses the discarded clothes against my face.
"How is it? Can you feel my heart?"
"Mmph! Hup!"
With my mouth sealed, her scent floods my nose completely.
"Ah, I'm worried it might smell bad... Oppa, will you be honest with me?"
She carefully peels the tape from my mouth.
"You have to be drawn to my scent, or else I'd just be bothering you... But I like every single smell from you, Oppa! Really... hehe."
"You crazy bitch. Stop this fucking dog act and untie me."
The girl laughs.
"I love how consistent our Oppa is. Good thing I took the tape off, huh?"
She crawls over my body, persistently pleasuring me with her mouth.
"Slurp... chup."
Her lips, tongue, and occasionally her teeth attack relentlessly, trying to set my body on fire.
"Hng... ut."
I try to suppress the moans that escape, but the harder I fight, the more aggressively she devours me.
"Oppa, come on... Just hurry up already! What is this? It's standing so hard but you're just holding back..."
She cradles my rigid length with something like reverence.
"Hurry up and tell me you love me."
Still gripping me, she straddles my hips and grinds her panties against it.
"Hng... How can you keep teasing me like this...? Right...? ♡"
"Jimin... hng... I don't like you."
"With your cock this hard right in front of my pussy, you're seriously joking?"
She begins using my captured length to pleasure herself. I can feel every curve and mound of her most intimate place through the thin fabric.
"Right...? Like this, with just one layer of panties between us... when we both want it so badly."
"Ha... uh."
"Our Oppa wants to put it in and feel good too, so why are you resisting so much...? Can't you be a little considerate for your first-time younger sister?"
"You're going to do whatever you want anyway. Just get on with it."
She grabs my chin and forces eye contact.
"Oppa, you love me, right?"
"No."
"You love me, right?"
"No."
She slowly lets her saliva drip into my mouth. I clamp my lips shut, refusing to let even a single drop in, but the smell of her spit still fills my nose.
"Oppa, let's enjoy this together, come on!"
She forces her thumb between my lips. Her nail tears at my tightly sealed mouth, prying it open enough for her finger to slip inside. Saliva flows in along with it.
"Chu... hup. Swallow it all."
I end up with a mouth full of the saliva she keeps pouring in.
"Pu... hngh."
When I try to turn my head to spit it out, she pins my head in place with her thigh over my shoulder and covers my mouth with her hand.
"Hurry~ I'd make money selling this, but Oppa keeps refusing!"
Her weight presses down on my wounded shoulder, sending fresh torment through the damaged flesh. At this rate, I might actually die. I force myself to swallow the pool of saliva.
Only after she feels my throat move does she release me.
"Egh! Keck..."
The forcibly swallowed saliva sliding down my esophagus feels revolting.
"Whew... We've kissed, petted, exchanged fluids, and rubbed against each other, so..."
Jimin finally throws off the last piece of underwear covering her. Completely exposed, breasts and sex on full display, she climbs back on top of me.
"Now we're going straight to the main event, Oppa! I can't wait any longer."
"Do whatever you want..."
"Oppa, I love you."
"..."
"You love me too, right?"
"No."
She presses her body flush against mine and brings her face close.
"Oppa, you love me, right?"
"I don't love you."
She takes hold of my cock with one hand.
"You love me, right?"
"I will never love you."
She brings it right to the entrance where she would accept a man, rubbing our most intimate parts together, announcing what she's about to do.
"You will learn to love me."
She begins to push me inside her.
"Hng... When I love you this much..."
I start to feel her most sensitive spot with my own.
"Ha..."
"You'll learn to love me too... ngh!"
A tearing sensation hits. A trickle of blood seeps out. Without a condom, I feel every bit of it against my skin.
"I-it's fine... I don't have any diseases..."
She straightens her slightly limp posture. Then she begins to slowly roll her hips up and down.
"Jimin, hng... Please, it's not too late yet..."
"With Oppa... finally!"
The pain that had twisted her face gradually melts away. She plants both hands on my chest. My shoulder screams. The motion of her waist transmits straight to my injured back, making it throb too.
"P-please, Jimin... I don't... hng... even like you..."
"My loving... Oppa... ♡!!"
A lewd expression begins to bloom across her face.
"The two of us... doing it like this...!"
She shakes off the pain and now moves purely for pleasure. I don't want to feel it, but the tighter she squeezes, the stronger the sticky friction becomes, the more sexual pleasure builds inside me against my will.
"Please, I, hng! I have to pull out...!"
"Oppa... ngh."
The pleasure I've been fighting since earlier keeps piling up, sending urgent signals to my brain.
"Jimin... please! I'm going to cum...! I'm telling you... ugh!"
"Cum inside me, Oppa..."
There's no visible way to push her off.
"Oppa, cum for me... ♡"
"Please!!"
"Hurry...!!"
"Hng... ut! Haup...! Huuuuu..."
The primal reproductive instinct carved deep into human genes crushed any remaining reason trying to stop it.
She collapses on top of me.
"What the hell... have you done..."
"Oppa... that was your first time without a condom, right...? It was both of our first times together... Now we're a real couple!"
Still radiating heat, she wraps her arms around me tightly.
"...Oppa, I love you."