Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: That Bitch Is That Bitch? (3)
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Time flies by so fast once you hit thirty! Mom always said it gets even quicker when you turn forty or fifty.
It's already been over ten days since Yu-ra moved into our place. This morning, she insisted on making brunch herself, so I nodded and plopped down in front of the computer. Pomi's just watching her cook, by the way.
Before diving into writing, I logged into Creampie.net first. Jerking off to porn had become such a habit by age thirty that now, whenever I sit at the computer, my fingers automatically search for dirty sites.
I've posted the story of banging So-jin and her training pics multiple times now. My Creampie.net level had climbed pretty high without me noticing.
[You have 130 new messages.] "That's a ton."
I set the messages aside for later and checked the comments on my most recent post first. The So-jin bitch-training video I'd uploaded last time had blown up for a bunch of reasons.
The first was the simple fact that it was a video.
So-jin had been a big name on Creampie.net for years, but she'd never posted so much as a GIF before, let alone a full video.
Some folks had suspected her flawless pale skin and pretty pussy color were all Photoshop magic. This post cleared up a lot of that skepticism.
Sure, videos can be faked these days too, but people still trust them more than pics.
The second big draw was "Uncle."
So-jin, who'd been walking the solo exhibitionist path all alone, suddenly had a partner.
Outdoor exposure shots have their limits with selfies. You need to be sneaky, so selfie sticks are out, and mirrors only get you so far.
But with me filming, we nailed angles and poses she couldn't have done solo. So-jin's allure in those shots leveled up big time.
And it wasn't just that. While everyone was drooling over her sleek body in the pics and vids, that massive trouser snake would make cameo appearances.
Every time that huge pillar plunged into her slender frame, her body convulsed rhythmically. Viewers couldn't hide their shock.
Uncle wasn't just any uncle—he was a towering beast with a third leg!
Last but not least, the comedy gold.
So-jin's awkward bitch act killed it. Every time I thrust in, she'd let out those lewd moans mixed with "Woof! Woof!" dog barks, then crack up from embarrassment. Uncle's deep voice had a chuckle in it too, amping up the hilarity.
I'd kept the audio unedited because she was too damn cute, and it landed perfectly. The comments section turned into a festival.
💬 Comments — [BitchSojin] Uncle, how could you just post this lololol — [NyanNyanPanties] I love you! — [Dongguk1835] lol I love you too! — [NudePicHunter] I love you! Please check your messages. ..
— [DulriDulri] Fuck. Worth the eternal grind in ice hell ㅜㅠ Keeping this forever even if Mom finds it. — [JakkaNim] Concept fucking gold lol — [GoGildong] Dulri, watching porn? — [EroticaMaybe] GoGildong's here too lol. Dulri's in for it today. — [GuriToris] Whoa... she's so cute. Whoa... whoa... — [aNitNotD] Uncle's dick is huge. Jealous. — [LeftUpper] Black guy? Nah? — (OP Reply) Not quite that big ^^ — [SunnyPeon] What're they even saying lolol — [BoldlyCum] Came to bust a nut, ended up crying from laughter. Erection killed tho. — [MetaCondom] Fuck this slut. So goddamn sexy. Do me too. ..
Who knew it'd feel this satisfying? Nobody's even paying me. I replied to a few comments, then checked my messages.
Click.
Hitting the button brought up batches of ten message titles.
— [Partner swap? Vid exchange and more] Want to trade partner vids? Swaps possible too. Nope. Pass.
— [No-mosaic So-jin face pls. Send account] Looking for uncensored So-jin face. Drop your bank deets. — [Chubby 30yo here. Hit me up after vid. Seoul, meals on me] 30yo chubby girl. Messaged after your vid. In Seoul, will feed you. — [Bull wanted?] Need a bull? — [Is So-jin that Lee Soo-jin from Daemyeong High? Msg if yes] So-jin = Lee Soo-jin from Daemyeong HS? Reply if true. — [Big dick envy] Lucky with that monster cock. "Thanks."
Flipping through pages two and three, one message caught my eye.
— [Steal My Wife Please] "Whoa?"
Curiosity piqued, I clicked it.
[Hi there. Creampie.net "ForeverInLove" here. Used to go by "CuckObama" before the ID purge. Ring a bell?]
Even I, who mostly watches Japanese stuff, had seen his pics and vids plastered everywhere. He got famous inviting guys to fuck his wife.
In his full vid, he grabs her hand as some dude rails her from above, saying, "Big, huh? Way better than hubby's?" Iconic.
Shocked, I read on.
[Love all your posts, ChuAhjussi.
Not sure if you've seen mine, but me and the wife do cuck events sometimes.
Interested? Hit me up.]
"Oppa, it's ready. Come out."
Her voice called from the kitchen—food was done.
"Just a sec!"
Quiiiick, send that message.
"Noodles are getting soggy."
"Oppa, come oooon!"
Alright, coming.
I fired off a quick "Interested" reply and headed to the kitchen. Wait, I was supposed to write... and I got zilch done.
Steaming cream pasta sat in the pan on the table. Yu-ra was portioning it onto our plates.
"What were you up to, oppa?"
"Huh? Oh, writing. Stories."
It's not like I hide it anymore. Both Yu-ra and Pomi know I write novels now.
Yu-ra doesn't seem to care much, but Pomi whined that with two computers, we should've been gaming together.
Pomi, forks and spoons in each hand, yelled,
"Books suck!"
"Yeah, I figured. No need to say it."
I sat, giving Pomi a pitiful look. Yu-ra set a plate in front of me.
"Be honest about the taste today."
"O-of course."
Remembered her first time cooking for us.
-How is it?
-Uh, yeah. It's... fine.
It was flavorless, but I nodded. Wasn't cartoon-level puke-worthy, but calling it "tasty" would've been a crime against cuisine.
I glanced desperately at Pomi. Her tastes aren't fancy, but she hates bad food. Might even drop a brutal truth bomb on Yu-ra. Pomi, the rebellion begins...
-De, delicious, sis!
Pomi flashing double thumbs up!
I teared up thinking she'd thrive in society.
Yu-ra tasted it herself later, got mad, and now we give honest feedback. (Couldn't say "Taste it first yourself.")
Pomi twirled a forkful of today's pasta and munched daintily.
"This one's delicious!"
"Hm..."
"What about you, oppa? Not good? Anything to fix?"
"Tastes okay, but how'd you get the thickness? No roux, right? Did you thicken milk with starch?"
"Ah! Yeah..."
"Internet recipe?"
"It said make roux, but practicing, flour just floated in milk. Took forever. Even strained it..."
"That's what happens if you don't toast flour enough. Or dump all milk at once."
"Oh, right. Did it all at once."
"Add milk gradually for roux so flour doesn't clump and thickens smooth. Starch is easy, but flavor's totally different. Misses that nutty cream pasta vibe. Learned from my early cooking fails."
"Ah!"
Yu-ra nodded eagerly at my tips.
"Or use cheese or egg yolks for thickness, but that's divisive."
"Ooh! Oppa knows his stuff!"
Yu-ra was a rewarding student. No experience, but she notes tips, practices, and improves fast.
I did dishes, then we sipped mixed coffee at the table, chatting.
"Oh, oppa. Our school's festival mid-May. You coming?"
"Huh? Nah, thirty-year-old at a uni fest?"
"Wow."
"Yup. Count me in."
"Not confirmed yet. Late April ticketing, first-come-first-served."
"Uni fests need tickets now? How many per person?"
"Two max, unless scalpers."
Pomi flinched listening in.
"Hey. Not taking me, sis?"
Big puppy eyes.
Pomi switched from bootlicking Yu-ra to aegyo survival mode.
"Gotta bring our cute Pomi too."
"Waaah! Love sis!"
What’s this bitterness? Feels like my kid prefers Mom. Yu-ra petted Pomi's head, then asked me,
"So, you two... what'd you do for fun before I moved in?"
"202 game!"
Pomi shot her hand up at Yu-ra's question.
"202 game? What's that?"
"It's like..."
Yu-ra's eyes chilled as Pomi explained.
"You made a kid do that?"
"Yu-ra, she's not a real kid... older sis than you..."
"Tenth tail here!"
Yu-ra glared at me, I glared at Pomi. Then Yu-ra spoke.
"... Show me how it's done."
"Huh?"
Stunned by her reaction, I showed the tuna mayo leg-cross vid. Yu-ra crossed her long legs sharply in front of me.
"Like this?"
"W-wow. S-switch legs."
Snap!
Yu-ra nailed it!
"Hnnng. So sexy. Way better than Pomi."
"Hey!"
Pomi flailed her legs in outrage, but I didn't notice.
"Yu-ra, oppa can't hold back anymore. Ahhn~!"
"Kyaa! Ahn, oppa~."
"Me too, ahhn~!"
"Kyak!"
Pomi joined, and we tumbled around as a trio.
After sweating it out, back to my room.
The message to "ForeverInLove" was still unread, so I closed the browser and started writing.
Writing flowed better than expected. On chill days, I crank out nearly 10k characters—about two chapters.
Got ten chapters stockpiled yesterday. A bit more today, start serializing. Pace looks good.
"Where was I... oh, right. Stopped mid-part-time job at the shop."
Tap, tap-tap, clack.
"Yeon Du... no, Sena here. Time for flirty bits. Ah, all those lines from Yeon Du were 'cause she liked me."
Writing about the kitchen incident with Yeon Du-na hit me—how oblivious I'd been. Total romcom dense protag: "Huh? What'd you say?" Sweet potato levels of frustration.
Clack clack clack, tap tap.
"Every sentence ends in declarative? Feels off."
Checked other authors—most end sentences the same. Why's it bug me? Do they feel this too? And spacing's confusing as hell.
Remembered a funny spacing meme after starting to write:
[It's been two whole months since we met] That's correct spacing. Felt weird again. Deep in writing, Pomi burst in.
"Door closed, whatcha doing? ... Another novel?"
"Mia, oppa's focusing here?"
"Play games with meee~."
She clung to my arm.
"Hey, gotta write. Earning your keep."
"Play with meee!"
"Why you being like this? Small room has a PC. Go play there."
"Wanna play with you... Is Jun-young's book fun? When posting?"
She peeked at the monitor, so I hid the notepad quick.
"Don't look. Embarrassing. Posting from today, but... stop peeking and go play."
Title's [New Little Sis, Succubus Contractor]. Pomi's the star—awkward if she sees. Don't like her ego inflating either.
"Meanie! Gonna play with Yu-ra~!"
She slammed out, pissed.
"Hey! Close door gently!"
From outside: "Sis—!" running off. Won't sass Yu-ra, picks on easy me?
Shooed the interrupter, focused, checked file—10KB done. Good for today. Time to post?
Author name: "PomiPapa." Pet owner vibes.
Uploaded prologue and ch1, read it—line spacing too wide, hard to read.
Opened other authors in new tabs, tweaked to match, then shut down.
"Phew, all done!"
First serialization complete—three hours flown by.
Wondered what the girls were up to, opened door. From the small room:
"... Say that!"
"No way! Yu-ra sis is mean!"
They'd been buddy-buddy earlier, now fighting?
"Sigh, fine, take turns then..."
Yu-ra's sigh, then quiet.
Eh, happens all the time. Nothing serious.