If You Used the Onahole, Clean It Up!
After finishing school and heading home, Hyeonju found a naked woman sprawled out on the living room floor—a complete stranger.
The mature woman's ripe, curvaceous figure immediately caught her eye. The woman seemed to be asleep, her two perky mounds rising and falling with each breath, while a milky fluid leaked steadily from her fully relaxed pussy, staining the floor.
Witnessing the scene, Hyeonju clenched her fist tight.
"That idiot again..."
She'd definitely warned him. So many times she couldn't even count. She'd begged and pleaded, even yelled threats. But right here, right now, she confirmed nothing had changed no matter what she did.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Hyeonju hurled her backpack to the floor with a thud. She didn't care if the noise woke the woman, but the stranger slept deeply, lost in her dreams, oblivious to the world.
Hyeonju stormed up the stairs. Destination: Oppa's room. Truth be told, she hated even calling him that—the guy was such a moron—but Mom threw such massive fits if she didn't, so she'd gritted her teeth and played along until now.
But not anymore.
She flung the door open without knocking. A pungent stench hit her like a wall—raw masculine musk mixed with sweat and all sorts of bodily fluids—making her wrinkle her nose in disgust.
On the bed, a man and woman were tangled together. The woman was a young neighbor Hyeonju had bumped into a few times. She didn't know her name or job, but damn, she was a knockout—Hyeonju had caught herself staring more than once on the street. That innocent bob haircut suited her perfectly, and seeing her now, buck naked with massive tits, ahegao face twisted in ecstasy, drool dripping as she got railed doggy-style? Total impact.
And the guy pounding her? Nothing special. Average height. Average face—nothing standout, just plain. You could pass him on the street and never notice. Sure, he had some manly muscle, but it didn't change his utterly ordinary vibe. No way anyone would buy him as the match for the bombshell he was fucking.
Anyone else might assume he was loaded or had some hidden charm, but according to his little sister Hyeonju? Hell no.
Even with his sister barging in mid-thrust, Oppa didn't bat an eye. He just drawled leisurely,
"Oh? You're home early. School let out ahead of schedule?"
Her idiot brother, spouting that crap like it was no big deal. Hyeonju couldn't hold back—she shrieked.
"What the hell does that have to do with you, you moron! Forget that— what the fuck is that on the couch?!"
Oppa didn't flinch at her furious roar. Far from it. He casually thrust deeper into the neighbor's pussy from behind, grinding his tip against her womb with infuriating ease, then frowned.
"Moron? Is that how you talk to your Oppa? I don't know why you're pissed, but call me Oppa properly."
"Oppa? Hilarious. When have you ever acted like one? You just dump all your crap on me! Look at today—you didn't do your shit again and shoved it off on me!"
Hyeonju sneered at her brother trying to deflect. Like most teenage girls with their brothers, she hated him. To her, Oppa was useless. Never fulfilled a single brotherly duty, yet he loved the title. Wouldn't handle his own responsibilities, always foisting them on her—the little sister. And this so-called adult? No job, no part-time gig, no college, not even planning to retake exams. Respect that? Bullshit.
Just look at the mess downstairs. Naked woman collapsed. Cum leaking from her pussy. No way she'd let this slide. If she didn't rip him a new one, it'd keep happening.
Hyeonju glared daggers and snapped,
"If you use an onahole, clean it up, you lazy fuck! Leaving her there dirties the floor and stinks! You never do it yourself, so I always end up handling it! I've told you a million times to clean up, and you just ignore me! I can't take it anymore! You think onaholes vanish on their own because I keep doing it?!"
"Ah..."
After her tirade, Oppa finally seemed to get it. He halted his thrusting hips with a sigh.
Even that tiny motion pissed her off.
"Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry about that. I was gonna clean her up this time, swear. Just forgot. My bad."
"You said the same excuse last time. Your brain just doesn't have the concept of cleaning up after you're done! Whatever—get your ass downstairs and handle it. I'm not doing it this time. For real."
"C'mon, don't be like that. Why so stingy? Just this once, pretty please? You see how busy I am with this onahole. If I pull out now, it's incomplete combustion—super unsatisfying. Help a brother out?"
"Did you hear a word I said? I told you I'm done cleaning up your messes! Use onaholes when you have time later. Get down there now, or I'm telling Mom."
She dragged Mom into it for leverage. Lately, Mom took Oppa's side too much, but this time Hyeonju had the high ground—no way Mom could openly favor him.
Sure enough, Oppa groaned, now just shallow-thrusting the onahole instead of pounding away wildly like before.
To Hyeonju, it just looked like stalling. Not cute at all.
After a pause, Oppa countered with a deal.
"Fine, how about this? That dog collar you wanted last time? I'll buy it if you help just this once."
"Huh?"
The unexpected offer startled her. Visions flashed of the red rose-motif dog collar she'd been eyeing online for days, vicariously thrilled just browsing.
Buy that? For one onahole cleanup?
Hell yeah, she'd do it. Ten times over if he dangled deals like this.
But biting too eagerly hurt her pride. She shot him a suspicious glare to hide her excitement.
"That's pricey. You gonna buy it with your allowance? You're unemployed and don't even work part-time."
"Hey, what gives? I got money. Been squeezing some cash out of these pussies as their stud."
"Ugh, figures."
Hyeonju looked down on him with contempt. She'd hoped he'd secretly started a job, but nah—of course it was that.
Strutting around proud of being a kept man? She couldn't comprehend it. This brother species clearly lacked any shame gland.
Still, as his sister, she did benefit sometimes. No need to say it out loud—that'd be dumb.
"Fine, whatever. Just this once. But really just this once. Next time, you're on your own. I'm only doing this 'cause I'm your sister. What other sister cleans her brother's onaholes?"
"Phew, thanks. Good girl. This new onahole's a keeper—I wanna savor her slow. Don't come in for like an hour, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah. As if."
Hyeonju nodded sarcastically, shut the door, and left. Even slamming it couldn't block the woman's moans leaking through, but she ignored it. Just standard onahole-use background noise. Hate Oppa or not, nitpicking that would make life impossible.
"Sigh, I'm too nice for my own good. Even to a deadbeat like him."
She shook her head helplessly. But despite her words, thoughts of her shiny new dog collar had her humming as she descended the stairs—light steps contrasting her earlier stomps.
A clueless brother had his perks once in a blue moon. Life went on.