Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Caught Red-Handed
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Who are you?
Sihyun locked eyes with Han Siwoo, who was sitting in the chair.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened round.
The muscles around her eyes trembled violently.
'This pervert bastard, again?'
Sniff, sniff.
The room was filled with a thick, musky scent like sweet night-blooming flowers.
"Hey, hey! Why'd you suddenly throw the door open like that? Get out!"
Her frantic attempt to cover her lower body with her hands looked utterly ridiculous.
Not fully covered, his dick stuck out, twitching away.
Even as her gaze wandered unfocused, that spot—glistening wet, sparkling, and jerking—kept drawing her eye.
"Disgusting."
The guy who laid hands on his little sister, couldn't even make money, freeloading off their parents well into adulthood.
And there he was, jerking off all day long.
'Maybe this bastard really isn't worth keeping alive.'
"Hey, why the hell are you grabbing the piggy bank all of a sudden?"
No matter how much he'd smacked her ass, Sihyun had felt a twinge of reluctance at the thought of smashing a sleeping person's head.
The memory of helping him last night when he was too drunk to stand on his own, only to end up covered in his cum.
And today, that sudden fist shoved into her ass.
It had swept away her last shred of hesitation.
"If you're gonna do that shit, at least lock the damn door, you pervert. You weren't drunk yesterday—you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
His eyes darted sideways like he remembered something, and Sihyun stepped forward, planting her foot for leverage.
"You human scum pervert bastard—dare lay a hand on my body? You're dead today."
Her pale white foot slammed against the floor as she lunged forward.
"Hey, m-misunderstanding! Wait a sec!"
True to a loser who'd only ever taken beatings, dodging wasn't even an option for him.
Her hand arced through the air toward the easy, unmoving target.
Slip—
Huh?
She'd stepped on something slick. Her thigh, tensed for momentum, sent her leg flying backward.
"Wha... wha—kyaaak!"
Ribs with zero fat didn't absorb shock worth a damn.
The impact hit her face full force, and her eyes flashed bright.
Clutching her aching nose and dazed head, she slowly opened her eyes.
The pervert trash—human scum with a beet-red face—was waving his hands in a panic.
"Hey, d-don't move!"
'What bullshit. Why the hell would I listen to you?'
She reached for the piggy bank that had rolled nearby, but something soft on the outside and hard within bumped her chin.
Flinch.
It twitched, and she felt it connected right between her breasts.
Sihyun's dainty nose twitched with a sniff.
"No way... this isn't that, right?"
Her lips quivered as her sharp gaze crumbled. Eyes wide with terror—like a cockroach crawling inside her clothes—Han Sihyun pleaded.
"Say it's not... please."
"It's not, so quit moving."
"Ugh."
Right.
Every little shift she made sent it shuddering against her skin—just like she feared.
"Kyaahahaha... mmmph!"
A rough hand clamped over her mouth. She whipped her head side to side to escape the salty palm, suddenly gripped by fear.
'This bastard's really gonna... to his sister...?'
Loser bug that he was, he'd never seemed like a total asshole or some sister-obsessed psycho.
"Quiet."
His face drew close, hot ragged breaths washing over her skin.
Weren't guys like this—the kind of losers who pissed you off just by existing—more likely to turn into those horrific criminals on the news?
The thought flashed through her mind.
Han Sihyun started thrashing her body like mad.
I hurriedly clamped my hand back over Han Sihyun's mouth as she tried to pry it away.
When that didn't work, she started kicking wildly from under the chair. Arching back, shoving forward. Twisting side to side. Total chaos.
If she wanted out that bad, I could just let her go.
The problem was, when she fell, she'd bashed her head pretty good—she wasn't listening to a word.
The second any gap opened between my hand and her lips, she'd scream bloody murder.
'Show this to Mom?'
She didn't look a thing like our mom, so she sure as hell didn't feel like her—but still, Mom was Mom.
Something way beyond unfilial was waiting for me.
The problem was she didn't look like my sister either, so she didn't feel like one.
Every shake of her body rubbed her soft skin against my hypersensitive dick.
"Hey, quit—ngh—moving. You'll wake Mom if you're this loud."
Her T-shirt was soaked through with my precum and her sweat, clinging tight, pink nipples showing right through.
Sexy enough to make blood rush to my nose.
Squish, squish.
Every wild twist tickled my dick with her soft tits.
The slipped glans pressed firm against a pink nipple before sliding back between her breasts.
I'd always thought her gum-chewing A-cups were nothing special at a glance.
'A-cups are still tits, huh.'
To wriggle free from me, she was bunching her shoulders and arms—perfect posture for squeezing them together.
Naturally pushing her breasts in, giving me an unintentional paizuri.
Her soft titflesh mashed against my dick every which way.
Rub, rub.
'What A-cup? This is almost B, right?'
Not like I'd ever groped tits before—what did I know?
But this wasn't the issue.
I was gonna blow.
No doubt about it.
"Please... stop rubbing."
I'd just cum, but the stimulation was insane—I couldn't hold back anymore.
Glans grinding against her wet T-shirt up top, sensitive underside nestled cozy in her cleavage below.
"Hng... haa, haa..."
Sihyun seemed exhausted too. She stopped her violent struggling and twisting.
'That was close.'
Almost lost it there.
Any more stimulation and I'd have popped right then.
Panting and spitting precum, I gave my dick some mental praise and looked down at Sihyun.
"Hey, I'll let go of your mouth, but no screaming. You'll wake Mom. Nod if you get it."
Nod, chin.
"Ngh."
Her big nod made her chin bump my glans lightly. A long string of precum stretched between her T-shirt and her chin.
Meeting her round eyes, I slowly pulled my hand away.
Those unfamiliar red eyes flicked sideways.
'Ah, should've trusted her.'
Shell might've changed, but she was still my sister.
She immediately threw her head back, yanked her body away, and opened her mouth wide.
"Mooooom! This psycho bastard's attacking meeee!"
Her backward pull snagged on my rock-hard dick.
"No—you barged into my room, tried to smash my head with the piggy bank, fell down. That's how we ended up like this!"
Not listening again.
She whipped her body back toward me fast, eyes squinted like she'd seen something awful, grabbing her T-shirt to yank it up.
Pulling the shirt up was fine.
I knew if this went on, I'd be beyond excuses.
The problem was—
"Hey, it's sensitive—don't drag it up while rubbing my back."
The T-shirt caught on my thick glans, grinding the sensitive slit.
'Fuck.'
Spurt.
Twitch—
Semen punched through the thin fabric like a geyser, splattering up over her shirt.
Sihyun froze, brain unable to process reality.
Spurt.
"Kyat."
The next shot splattered down on her hair, dripping over her eyes.
"S-stop... you crazy fuck, to your s-sister..."
"Told you not to move."
Couldn't stop.
To keep more from hitting her body, she yanked the shirt down hard.
Hard enough to seal my glans hole.
"Hey, that's worse—makes even more come out."
I reached out, but too late.
My head went white.
Legs turned to jelly. Pleasure hammered my brainstem, head lolling back naturally.
Spurt, spurt, spluuurt.
Fuck it.
This otherworld body's stamina was straight-up broken. The cum volume was nuts, but cumming again right away like this? Insane.
I'd barely finished when Sihyun burst in, so I stayed hard while oozing the last of it.
And now nonstop back-to-back orgasms, no cooldown.
I wasn't some teenager—almost thirty here.
Two milk-carton loads.
'Asians evolved small dicks but massive loads to knock 'em up.'
Now I had the huge dick and the insane stamina.
Not quite at the age to stress about virility yet.
'Jackpot.'
"Hey, fuck... no more coming out, right?"
The mind-melting pleasure and sage-time haze had made me forget about Sihyun for a second.
Her eyes sharpened to murder, and I froze solid.
"Uh, uh."
Her face and clothes were plastered with my cum.
Drip, drip from the falling globs, her face flushed—who knew what she was thinking.
A weird silence hung between us.
Swipe—
Sihyun's fist rose.
Thwack.