The Nursing Department Hates Hazing - 11
"It was just… clothes I bought as a gift for you…"
Jiheon stared at my face with an intensely terrifying gaze.
"Liar."
Jiheon climbed onto my thighs just like before, spat generously into the onahole, and pressed the opening against my glans. Her saliva trickled down and coated my cock. The cold sensation of spit on my glans combined with the sight of her F-cup breasts barely contained by a black bra beneath a loose white tank top made me harden again almost instantly, even though I had just finished.
She wore matching black panties and kept grinding her lower body against my thighs with nothing else on. She knew exactly how weak I was to big breasts.
"If you lie, I’ll make you cum with the onahole right away. Ten times, a hundred times—I’ll keep going."
"Wait! It’s true…!"
She squeezed the base of the onahole to create a vacuum, and my cock slid smoothly inside despite how little force she seemed to use. Jiheon deliberately leaned forward, making her deep cleavage even more prominent as she jiggled her breasts right in front of my face. All the while she kept pumping the onahole back and forth.
I had already cum once, and because my cock was so small it kept slipping or sliding around inside. Unlike the first time, there was no lube—only my sister’s saliva—which added a slight stinging sensation that somehow felt good. The obscene squelching sounds only made me more aroused.
"Hngh, ugh, stop… I’m gonna cum…!"
"Already about to cum on your second shot? As expected from an older brother who masturbates more than three times a day. I’ll squeeze out everything left in your balls."
For a moment, the sight of her seriously working the onahole on my cock made a vivid fantasy of actually fucking Jiheon flash through my mind. Soon the base of my cock twitched and the urge to ejaculate surged. My toes curled on their own. My tied hands struggled uselessly, only making my wrists ache.
Squelch, squelch…
"Haa… haa…"
Unlike the first time, far less semen came out. She had kept milking me without rest, giving my body no time to produce more.
This time she left the onahole on my cock and simply crossed her arms, staring down at me as if demanding the truth.
"Now tell me the truth, older brother. Lie again and it’s another round with the onahole. I can do this all day."
I was about to repeat the same lie, but realized it was pointless and desperately searched for another excuse. Telling her about Eunbi would be disastrous. Last time I had even promised I would never see her again. If Jiheon found out I was meeting Eunbi every day and getting pegged while cross-dressing, I couldn’t imagine what she would do to me.
"Th-that… actually, I have a cross-dressing hobby, so I bought it to wear myself…"
"Hmm…"
Jiheon stared at me steadily from atop my thighs. If I looked away now she would know I was lying, so I forced myself to meet her gaze. It was the first time I had looked into my sister’s eyes for so long. She looked startled and covered her mouth with one hand.
"Oh my! In the twenty years we’ve lived together, this is the first time older brother has looked at my face for more than ten seconds… I feel like I could fly from happiness. But at the same time I’m anxious… The dense older brother who could never even look his sister in the eye has changed like this… Something… something has changed, older brother."
"H-has it…?"
"But that’s beside the point. The cross-dressing story is a lie, isn’t it?"
In one swift motion she yanked the onahole off my cock and spat into the opening without even cleaning out the semen. She was preparing for a third round.
"W-wait! It’s true! Believe me! I really bought it to wear myself!"
Technically one outfit had been forced on me and two were borrowed, so it wasn’t entirely a lie.
"But I can’t believe you. Even when you watch Hitomi and jerk off, you immediately hit back whenever futanari or TS appears. And now you’re saying you cross-dress?"
"How the hell do you know that…?"
The onahole opening touched my limp glans. I couldn’t even get hard anymore, and three consecutive orgasms were impossible. Though I hated it, I desperately shouted another lie.
"It’s a hobby I picked up recently…! It’s true! I love cross-dressing so much~ I want to wear women’s clothes! I want to put on makeup! The feel of stockings is addictive~ Actually, I wanted to steal and wear your clothes but held back because I thought you’d hate it. So I bought women’s clothes instead. It’s all true!"
It was all fake. I had never once thought that way, and I hated cross-dressing with every fiber of my being. I wanted to live as a man. Every time I was forced into women’s clothes I wanted to die of shame. I was a real man, a Teto man. But to stop the third round, I had no choice but to swallow my pride.
Whether my desperate plea worked or not, the movement stopped the moment the onahole fully swallowed my glans.
"Older brother, is that really true?"
"Y-yeah! Ah, even now I want to cross-dress~"
"No, not that. You said you wanted to wear my clothes."
She seemed far more moved by the part about wanting to wear her clothes. She didn’t mind that her brother liked cross-dressing at all—I wasn’t sure whether to call that fortunate.
"Th… that’s right… I want to wear your clothes."
"Hehe… Wanting to wear my clothes… If I suddenly receive such a wonderful confession from older brother, I’ll become strange…"
Huh? Why was this a confession? She seemed to be seriously misunderstanding something…
"You’re not bothered that I have a cross-dressing hobby?"
"Not at all? I always think it would suit older brother since you’re cuter than most girls. I even often masturbate while imagining older brother wearing my clothes and fucking me."
Jiheon blushed and smiled brightly, looking like a fresh young girl receiving a confession from her beloved in a romance drama. In contrast, I lay naked with my wrists bound, unable to move, the onahole still dangling from my glans like something out of a hardcore SM video.
Since the third round seemed to have been averted, at least the immediate crisis was over. My shoulders were starting to ache from having my arms raised and tied. Jiheon climbed off me with a happy expression and ran to her room. I heard rustling sounds, then she returned holding something metallic and climbed back on top of me.
"What’s that…"
"Ah, this is a chastity cage I bought together with the onahole. I thought it would suit older brother, so I got it."
She showed me a small metal ring and a flat-type chastity cage with a tiny hole in the center—questionable whether my cock could even fit through.
"Honestly, I can’t believe that older brother, who always wanted to be more manly, suddenly developed a cross-dressing hobby. I’ll decide whether it’s real or fake after seeing you cross-dress from now on. And this chastity cage… I have no choice but to use it to protect you from bad women and vipers."
"You’re worse than a slut and a viper combined, you bitch…"
Jiheon ignored my words, pulled the onahole off my glans, threaded my cock through the small ring, then pushed my balls through one by one. The ring pressed snugly against my groin. She forced my cock down into the flat cage and locked everything with the key.
Pain slowly spread from my compressed cock. I thrashed and tried to resist, but with my hands tied and my sister sitting on my naked body, it was useless.
"Wh-what is this…"
My cock had disappeared. In its place, a flat chastity cage sat atop my unsightly, twice-milked balls. Jiheon dangled the key in front of me, then hung it on a necklace and wore it around her neck. The key slipped between her cleavage.
"How does it feel, older brother?"
"Ugh… my cock… my cock is gone… this is weird… take it off…"
"I’ll clean the cage and your cock once a month, so don’t worry too much about hygiene. Ah, and as someone who masturbates more than three times a day, it might be difficult, but please endure. From now on I’ll touch older brother’s cock instead. Of course, only when I want to, not when you want to. Even though it’s attached to your body, this cock belongs to me now. So don’t touch it carelessly. Ah, I’ll specially lend it to you only when you need to pee. And don’t show it to other women or let them touch it either. Well, with the cage on, they won’t be able to anyway."
"Hey! This joke has gone way too far! Take it off right now!"
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
Jiheon stared at me intently again. This time I couldn’t meet her eyes and turned my head away.
"From now on I’ll manage this pathetic cock for the rest of your life. It’s only natural for a wife to handle her husband’s ejaculation, right? I thought you wouldn’t be stolen by other women since you can’t even talk to them or make eye contact, but I was too careless. I know everything about you flirting with other women. But I’ll let it slide this time. If you cheat again, I won’t forgive you. Understand?"
"Ugh… ah… got it…"
Jiheon smiled again and pressed her face to mine, slipping her tongue into my mouth and stirring it around. With my wrists still bound, my face burned red and I turned away.
She had always been overly affectionate and sexually suggestive since we were young, but recently the skinship had become far too frequent and intense.
"Y-you’re my sister…! Why have you suddenly become so excessive lately?!"
"I held back while I was still a minor, but now I’m twenty years old too. In other words, I’m ready to marry older brother. But since it seems like you keep playing around with other women, I have no choice but to go to extremes like this."
She flicked her tongue like a snake and licked my lips.
"Ugh."
"Older brother, do you know the word ‘imose’?"
"I don’t… what is that…"
When I asked, she pressed her lips to my ear, blew softly, and whispered in a ticklish voice.
"It’s an old Japanese word meaning husband and wife. Written in Chinese characters, it’s younger sister and eldest brother. Do you know why it means husband and wife? Because in ancient Japan, men married their female siblings and women married their male siblings."
"I-is that so…"
"Everyone says incest can cause genetic problems for children, but then we could just not have children or adopt, right?"
That wasn’t the issue—it was probably illegal…
"I love you, older brother. From now on I’ll help you with the cross-dressing you like as much as you want, and I’ll manage your ejaculation too."
Jiheon wrapped her arms around my bound body and hugged me tightly. Her massive breasts pressed against my flat chest like a hydraulic press. I couldn’t even protest about the chastity cage because I could barely breathe.
"Jiheon, can you untie my hands first…?"
"No. I’ll hug you like this for an hour and then untie you."
I really had no idea what to do with this genuine brocon sister. She was an even bigger headache than my relationship with Jang Eunbi, which had continued since childhood.