Chapter 2: The Woman Chosen by Oppa Becomes an Onahole. That's Common Sense, Right?
"Sigh... He really trashed the place, knowing damn well it's me who has to clean it up."
Descending the stairs and eyeing the chaotic scene, Hyeonju let out a heavy sigh. The woman—one of the culprits, you could say—was still dead to the world, fast asleep. Semen was oozing from her pussy, soaking the floor even more than it had on the way up. Soon enough, the water would evaporate, leaving sticky residue behind. No way in hell was she letting that happen.
The silver lining? The cum hadn't seeped into the carpet or sofa—it was just pooling on the wooden floor. Even promising a brand-new collar might not have stopped her from chucking a bag at Oppa if it'd gone that far.
"Patience, Hyeonju. Endure. A shiny new collar makes this a net win anyway. And hell, I'm used to it by now."
She talked herself down, dropping to her knees on the floor. Dried semen would be a nightmare, so she prioritized wiping it up fast. Hands planted flat, she bowed her head like a dog lapping at a bowl and went at it: slurrrp, lick... "Haah... Mmm... Ugh, he must've blasted a gallon. Parts are already crusting... Does that idiot even know what 'consideration' means? Slurrrp..."
Grumbling curses at Oppa under her breath, Hyeonju cleaned diligently all the same. The rule was clear: When a little sister cleans her brother's semen, she must use only her tongue and mouth. It slowed her down a bit, but no rush—no deadlines here. Logically, a mop would be a thousand times easier, but this was common sense. What could she do?
The cum's once-warm heat had gone stone-cold from sitting abandoned so long. Its thick, gel-like texture had thinned out over time, now barely different from plain water. The semen's signature traits had faded, but that unmistakable taste—and the pheromonal scent that set any woman's loins stirring—lingered strong.
Slurrrrp... "Ngh... Licking his cum's already got my pussy itching... Haven't even hit halfway... That guy's a total lost cause everywhere else, but his dick and loads? Insanely manly. Ugh... No. Hold it together. Jerk off now, and this whole cleanup's wasted."
As she lapped up Oppa's semen, her aroused slit wept a glistening strand down her thigh. No panties meant no barrier—the pussy juice would splatter the floor untouched. Add masturbation to the mix, and it'd be a sopping mess in seconds. Had to avoid that.
"This is exactly why I hate semen cleanup. Tongue's busy enough without banning a quick finger-fuck too. Total bullshit."
Whining didn't change facts; she'd committed. No quitting midway. Hyeonju mentally reined in her needy cunt and zeroed in on the task. She wasn't thrilled about it, but practice made perfect—she endured the urges like a pro and finished without a hitch.
The semen's musky aftertaste clung faintly to her tongue, palate, and sinuses, leaving a hazy, euphoric buzz. Floor splatter? Loathed it. Swallowing the load itself? Not half bad.
Floor done, but the job wasn't over. Time for the source.
"Hey~ Hey there. Sleeping? Wake up."
She whispered into the nameless woman's ear for confirmation. No twitch. Hyeonju shrugged—knew it.
Looked like this one had blacked out mid-fuck with her Oppa. She'd seen plenty. The guy's stamina was monstrous; he could rail nonstop all day and still tent his pants with absurd virility. First-timers snapping completely? Routine.
Hyeonju had been one.
"Not waking? Cool, cleaning you as-is then."
Pointless announcement—the woman couldn't hear anyway—as Hyeonju adjusted her pose. Legs splayed wide to expose the crotch, knees bent just so into a perfect M. No sloppy positioning for double the hassle later.
Position set, she dove face-first between those thighs and tongued the creampied slit.
"Haaa. Mmm... Chup, smack... Kinda tangy smell on her? Not dirty, though—body chemistry, maybe?"
Random thoughts aside, Hyeonju scooped out the semen lodged inside. Cleaning an onahole scene wasn't just floor duty. Proper work meant scouring the hole itself spotless.
First time licking another girl's pussy? Creepy as hell. Now? Just the job. No biggie.
"Ngh... Krgh... Hng... Haaaah..."
Each flick of Hyeonju's tongue over the clit drew pleasured sighs from the unconscious woman. Body stayed honest, even out cold. Her slit twitched too, juices mingling with the cum—visible proof.
"Leaking already from that little tease? Total sloppy seconds. Not really Oppa's type... Eh, whatever. Gotta taste it first."
Once the honey really flowed, surface licks wouldn't cut it. Hyeonju mashed her face in deep, plunging her tongue to ransack the walls and vacuum every drop of semen.
Onahole cleanup honed instincts—you learned the sweet spots for max efficiency. Her tongue danced wildly, devouring it all without mercy.
"Hiii! Ngh, kruuuh! Nnghooo!!"
The sudden fury ramped the reactions. Not awake yet, but her pussy clamped like a vise, thighs quivering—she teetered on the edge.
Better to tip her over quick. Hyeonju's expert fingers worked the clit, rocketing her to orgasm.
The hole spasmed—squirt!—then slackened wide, flushing the leftover cum and nectar straight into Hyeonju's mouth like an open tap. She slurped it clean before pulling back.
"Whew! All done. Damn, my useless talents keep leveling up."
Words said, but her goofy grin screamed cleanup pride. Find joy in the mundane, and life's a bliss.
"Still out cold after all that? Other onaholes wake by now. Hey, hey."
Cleaning over—no reason to let her snooze. Hyeonju seized her shoulders and shook like a ragdoll.
The woman's eyes fluttered open soon enough.
"Uh..."
"Ah, finally up. Hey, you good? Rise and shine."
She peered into Hyeonju's face, jaw slack and dazed.
"...Where... am I? I was, like... heading to work, some guy comes up... blocks me, messes with his phone... then... then... uh..."
Rambling nonsense—still foggy from dreamland. Classic first-visit haze. Probably trauma-bonded delirium from Oppa's overkill prowess.
Hyeonju had the script down pat from reps.
"No memory? You got picked as our Oppa's onahole. Came here, got used. Clear now?"
"Onah...hole?"
Latching onto the hook, she echoed it—then nodded, enlightenment dawning.
"Ah... Aah, right. Some dude said he wanted to use me as an onahole. Felt wrong to say no, so I followed here, got onaholed till I passed out from the intensity. Yeah, coming back."
Hyeonju pictured the rest easy: Mid-thrust, onahole taps out. Oppa, left high and dry, grabs a fresh one and retreats to his room. Standard new-toy blues.
"...Can't recall why I went along so easy, but yeah."
This one clueless on her own onahole status. Rare, but common sense blanks popped up.
Hyeonju's job: patient tutorial.
"Why? Oppa's got the right to claim any girl as his onahole. Your pussy caught his eye—looked fuckable."
"Eh? Uh... Really?"
She cocked her head, flustered. But fleeting—
"...Yeah. Obvious now that I think. How'd I miss it?"
Like Hyeonju knew. Let her stew.
Moment passed; she asked:
"So... what now for me?"
"What do you mean?"
"No, like... I'm his onahole, right? What's my deal going forward?"
"Oh, that? Depends. Likes you? Grabs your number, summons for casual use. Really likes? Exclusive toilet. Or one-and-done, ghosted forever. Usually the last, but first happens sometimes. Hmm..."
Shit—hadn't asked. Post-use onahole fate? Not her call.
Oppa's turf.
"...Fine. I'll run up and check. Meanwhile, finger yourself loose. He might wanna reuse. Got it?"
"Ah... Um... Sure."
Uncertain nod. The meek type—didn't challenge unknowns.
Leaving her in the living room, Hyeonju hit the stairs back to Oppa's room.