Chapter 30
"Auntie, what are you doing? Come here."
"Huh...? Oh, no... I..."
Just as Hye-seon, flustered, tried to step back, I reached out my other hand and roughly grabbed the back of her neck.
Hwaak-!
"Kyaat!"
I pulled her strongly towards me, specifically towards my face, which was buried over Hye-jeong's buttocks. In an instant, Hye-seon's face was right before my nose. The cool, refreshing scent stimulated my nose.
"Where are you going? Auntie, no, should I call you Noona?"
"Mi-Minho-ya... Eueup?!"
I covered her lips in an instant. Before Hye-seon could say anything, my tongue forcibly pushed its way past her lips.
Chureup. Chup.
"Heum...! Eueueup!"
Hye-seon's eyes widened. Below, I was thrusting into her older sister Hye-jeong's uterus, while above, I was ravishing her younger sister Hye-seon's lips. This was the moment the perfect yet depraved 'Sisters Rice Bowl' composition was completed.
I entangled Hye-seon's tongue with mine and sucked it. At first, she trembled her shoulders as if resisting, but each time my fierce hip movements touched her lower abdomen, her legs gave out, and she clung to me.
The vibrations of my lower body, the heat of my lips, and the pungent, wet scent of her sister were driving her mad.
Peok! Peok! Peok!
Chup! Chureureup!
Below, Hye-jeong's moans, and above, Hye-seon's gasps, mingled to create a strange harmony. This thrilling sense of conquest, attacking two queens simultaneously. I ravaged Hye-seon's mouth to my heart's content, and thrust my hips even more mercilessly towards Hye-jeong's depths.
Peok! Peok! Peok! Peok!
"Heueueup...! Uueueup!"
Even as I ravished Auntie Hye-seon's sweet lips, my hips didn't stop, pressing the accelerator. No, stimulated by Hye-seon's seductive reaction, sucking my tongue and twisting her legs, my lower body began to thrash even more ferociously.
Holding the back of Hye-seon's neck, I roughly drove into Hye-jeong, who was beneath me, as if to shatter her pelvis.
Jjigeok. Peok! Jjigeoeok! Kwaang!
"Eueueuk! Eugeuk!"
Each time my massive weapon scraped Hye-jeong's inner walls and pounded against the entrance of her uterus, her body bounced on the transparent glass table.
Hye-jeong desperately tried to hold back her bursting screams by covering her mouth with her hand. Her pale finger joints protruded from how tightly she pressed, but her limit was already at hand.
(Just a little more... I'll send her completely over the edge.)
I pulled away from Hye-seon's lips with a 'jjok' sound, and delivered a final blow deep into Hye-jeong, putting all my weight and strength into it.
Kwaaaang-!
"Aaaaaaang-!!!!"
In the end, the dam burst. The hand covering Hye-jeong's mouth slipped away weakly. The suppressed cries shattered the silence of the conference room, echoing loudly.
"Ahak! No! Too, too deep... Aaaang! Minho-yaaa!"
It was as if the thread of reason had snapped with a 'tuk' sound. Shin Hye-jeong, the 'Iron Lady' who once commanded the Republic of Korea, was nowhere to be seen.
What lay sprawled on the glass table now was merely a female, subjugated by the powerful force of a male, begging for pleasure.
Pareureureu-
"Heuaaaang! Go! Go already!"
Hye-jeong's entire body began to convulse violently as if electrocuted. Her toes curled, and the inner muscles of her thighs tightened around my waist, contracting madly.
Her place, which had accepted me, squeezed my member as if biting it tightly, gushing out an enormous amount of Vaginal Fluid.
"Haa... Haa... Unnie...."
Beside her, Hye-seon, with swollen lips, stared blankly at the scene. The sight of her sister, eyes rolled back, drooling, and trembling uncontrollably.
Ppong-!
Like a champagne cork popping, a cheerful yet lewd bursting sound cut through the silence of the conference room. I slowly, and cruelly heavily, pulled my Alter ego out from deep within Hye-jeong.
"Haa...... Ah......."
Hye-jeong's place, from which my member had withdrawn, was red and engorged, gaping through her torn panties. From that gaping crevice, foamy Vaginal Fluid I had created by thrusting, mixed with the transparent bodily fluids she had gushed out at the moment of climax, streamed down.
"Oh, Unnie...."
Hye-seon watched the scene, holding her breath. Hye-jeong's limp form on the glass table was a shock itself. Her completely unfocused eyes were rolled back so far that only the whites were visible, and from her half-open mouth, uncontrolled saliva stretched in a long string, wetting the glass floor.
(Is that... is that really my Unnie?)
A chilling shiver ran down Hye-seon's spine. What had reduced her sister to that state was the weapon of her nephew, Minho, standing right before her eyes.
Minho's massive member, which had churned inside her sister's body, was now glistening with Hye-jeong's Vaginal Fluid, exuding an even fiercer aura. Its overwhelming form, with blue veins writhing, gleamed like a beast that had tasted blood.
Jeobeok.
Then, I, who had been standing behind Hye-jeong's buttocks, slowly turned my body.
"......!"
Hye-seon flinched and trembled her shoulders. The moment our eyes met, she instinctively knew who the next target of that hungry wolf, who had devoured her sister, would be.
Jeobeok. Jeobeok.
Without a word, I let out a faint, lewd laugh and approached Hye-seon. My massive shadow fell over Hye-seon's head.
"Don't come...."
Hye-seon mumbled in a thinly trembling voice, backing away. She instinctively tried to escape. But unlike her mind, her legs wouldn't obey.
The fear that the massive weapon that had ruined her sister would penetrate her narrow place, and the primal dread of that destructive pleasure, paralyzed her lower body.
Teolsseok-!
"Ah...."
In the end, Hye-seon's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the spot.
"No... Minho-ya... Please...!"
Hye-seon, who had collapsed to the floor and was backing away, shook her head as if pleading. But a hungry wolf wouldn't let go of its prey right before its eyes. I roughly grabbed her slender wrist as she tried to escape and pulled her to her feet.
"Get up. Auntie also needs to be loved fairly."
"No! I can't do it!"
Hye-seon struggled with a tearful face, but before my brute strength, she was nothing more than a fragile leaf. I dragged her, resisting, along. There was only one destination: the large glass conference table where Hye-jeong had just tasted hot hell and was now sprawled as if unconscious.
Koong-!
"Kyaaaak!"
I roughly pushed Hye-seon's upper body, forcing her to lie prone right next to Hye-jeong. As Hye-seon, her cheek pressed against the cold glass floor, turned her head, she saw her sister's face before her, eyes unfocused and buttocks raised. Her sister's miserable and lewd appearance, with saliva dripping from her mouth and eyes rolled back.
"Eueu... Unnie...."
"Well, with sisters lying side by side like this, it makes for a good picture, doesn't it?"
I stood behind Hye-seon, smiling lewdly. And without hesitation, I yanked up the skirt of her elegant cream-colored dress all the way to her waist.
Seureureuk.
"Ah! No! Don't look!"
Hye-seon's buttocks trembled with shame, but I paid no mind and yanked up the skirt that covered her smooth, white buttocks all the way to her waist. And at that moment, I couldn't help but doubt my eyes.
"......Wow."
A gasp of admiration escaped me unconsciously. Just moments ago, Hye-seon had criticized her sister Hye-jeong's torn panties as 'vulgar'. Since she usually acted like an elegant and cold 'Ice Princess' more than anyone else, I naturally imagined neat cotton panties or, at most, simple lace panties.
But what was revealed before my eyes was a single, extremely thin thong that brazenly exposed the flesh of her buttocks. A slender string was wedged deep between her butt cheeks, and her two white, firm buttocks proudly displayed their plump form without any covering.
"Auntie... it seems you weren't in a position to criticize Mom, were you?"
I let out a hollow laugh, as if dumbfounded, and slapped her buttocks, which were relying on a single string.
Jjak-!
"Aueuut!"
"Does the building owner wear thongs like this even when meeting tenants? You act all high and mighty on the outside, pretending to be the cleanest person in the world... But inside, you're worse than Mom."
"Ah, no! Don't misunderstand!"
Hye-seon felt her face burning and hastily made excuses.
"Th-this... I wore it for the clothes' silhouette! Since the dress is tight... I wore it so the line wouldn't be ruined...! It's not like Mom's... that kind of lewd intention!"
"For something worn for a clothes' silhouette... the string is too lewd, isn't it?"
I flicked the thin string wedged between her butt cheeks with my finger.
Tak.
"Hiiik!"
"And... if there was no intention, why is your body so honest?"
I ignored Hye-seon's protest and plunged one hand between her buttocks. Through the thin fabric of the thong, I pressed my finger firmly against her most private spot.
Jilcheok.
"Heueuk...!"
"See? It's already wet."
Transparent, sticky liquid clung to my fingertip. Vaginal Fluid she had secreted out of excitement while watching her sister being ravaged, mixed with what she had gushed out while clinging and rubbing against me just now, had already thoroughly soaked her thong.