Chapter 3: Thinking Just Fingering My Pussy Solves Everything Is a Total Delusion!
"Slurp♥ Slurp♥"
When Hyeonju opened Oppa's door once more and stepped inside, he was getting mouth-pussy service from the girl next door. It seemed pussy use was on a temporary break. The girl's back view as she slurped greedily at Oppa's cock while perched on the edge of the bed looked just like a real doll. And honestly, her purpose wasn't far off.
She was stroking her own pussy, where Oppa's cum was dripping down in globs, maintaining her onahole functions—and damn, she looked pretty damn good at it. It was a different vibe from the woman she'd left downstairs. These days, Hyeonju could tell just from the sounds of mouth-pussy service how sincere the girl was. This one? Dead serious.
"Huh? Why're you back? Didn't you finish cleaning?"
"Cleaning's done. God, you came so much it's disgusting—my tongue went numb scrubbing it all up."
Hyeonju stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at Oppa, mocking him. He barely reacted to his bratty little sister's antics.
"So why'd you come back in? Want me to touch your pussy?"
"Eek...! W-what're you saying? As if I'd climb all the way up here just to beg for that. What a pervert."
Hyeonju's cheeks flushed as she rubbed her thighs together. Cleaning up the cum on the floor had gotten her pussy all worked up, twitching and leaking. Entering Oppa's room was basically bathing in his scent anyway, which was bad enough for her pussy—then he goes and says that, and now it was eagerly perking up like an idiot. The guy had zero consideration for women.
"That onahole you left downstairs—what're you gonna do with her? If you're planning to keep using her, I should get her contact info. Otherwise, I'll just send her home."
"Oh, that? Hmm... yeah, good point. Let me think."
Oppa closed his eyes, pondering. With the onahole's mouth-pussy still latched onto his crotch, it just looked like he was enjoying the sensation. Hurry up and decide already, Hyeonju thought, irritation building. Just as she was getting pissed, Oppa opened his eyes.
"Nah, don't need her. Face was decent, pussy grip was okay, but not worth keeping for multiples. If I run into her on the street, maybe one more fuck, but no point adding her to the collection. One-and-done."
"Got it. I'll handle it that way, then."
No reason to stick around now that she'd gotten her answer. As Hyeonju turned to leave and shut the door, Oppa called out.
"Hey, hold up. Come here a sec."
"Huh? Why?"
She asked, but her body obeyed instantly, walking right over. Oppa instructed, "Kneel there. Open your mouth as wide as you can, hands on your chin, stretch 'em out straight."
"L-like thith?"
It was an awkward pose. Her wrists hurt especially. If this was some pointless prank, she'd smack him. But then Oppa pulled his cock out of the onahole's mouth-pussy and aimed it straight at Hyeonju's open mouth.
"Shoot!"
Cum blasted out like a water gun, arcing low into her mouth. Oppa's loads were no joke—practically a cum cannon. Most hit her throat dead-on, but some overflowed onto her palms, the floor, or ricocheted off her teeth. Finished, Oppa patted her chin approvingly.
"Hmm, about a 90? Palms and floor getting messy is whatever, but hitting teeth and bouncing? Lame. Still, not bad for a first try. Good job!"
He even clapped for himself. The guy had zero sense of the moment. Hyeonju glared daggers, but she couldn't yell—her mouth was full of cum.
Catching on late, Oppa added, "Oh. Just swallow the cum I gave you."
Hyeonju gulped it down and exploded. "You asshole! Think my throat's your toy?! What the hell!"
"Whoa, sorry, sorry. Got curious about my aim outta nowhere."
"Warn me next time! Cum flying in with no heads-up scared the shit outta me! Look, it's all over the floor now! Who's cleaning this? Not me!"
"Calm down, calm. Just make this onahole clean it. Yeah?"
Oppa snickered his half-assed apology. He wasn't sorry at all. Hyeonju gathered her rage from deep in her gut to scream back—but then,
"C'mon, don't be mad. Here, I'll touch your pussy. You love this, right?"
"Hngh?!♥"
Oppa's fingers slid into her pussy. It gushed like it was finally reunited with its owner, welcoming him back. The way it instinctively clenched and begged around his fingers was the perfect meat toilet behavior. But while her pussy was brutally honest, its owner? Not so much.
"Ahhn♡ Th-this won't make me forgive you, y'know? You always try this crap, thinking it'll work every time—but it won't, got it?♥"
Her words said one thing, but her legs were spreading wide on their own. Her rising cheeks, heaving breaths, hot sighs, and drool pooling at her lips screamed how much she loved his fingers. The anger was gone, replaced by that primal female urge for him to plunge deeper. Still, her pride held firm, head shaking no even as it egged him on—pure subconscious fuel for his conquest kink.
"Liar~ Your pussy loves it when I finger-fuck you deep. Anger melts away, right?"
"Ahhhh♡ F-for real...♡"
Oppa's fingers targeted her weak spots perfectly; Hyeonju was defenseless. If she really hated it, she'd have bolted—but staying proved she loved it. Knowing that, he ramped up, teasing her outer zones slow and steady before slamming G-spot and clit at once!
"Eeeeek! Gaaah♥ P-pussy's cumminggg♡ Oppa's thick fingers breaking my slutty pussy—cumming so haaard!!♡"
'Report your orgasm properly when you cum'—following common sense, she broadcasted it loud while climaxing. Oppa smiled smugly at his sister.
"There, better? Still mad?"
Hyeonju shook her head vigorously. "Mmm... no. It's fine now. Anger flew away when you stabbed my pussy with those th-thick fingers."
A total one-eighty from her earlier prickliness—now full-on coquettish little-sister meat-toilet mode. No matter how bratty she acted normally, a good fingering turned her adorable. She'd revert soon enough, though.
"Good. Guess I can pull out now? Can't leave the onahole I've been using all lonely."
"Eh...?"
As Oppa moved to withdraw, Hyeonju stared blankly, then panicked. "No! Still mad! Not even close! Got it?!"
"You just said you were fine?"
"That was a lie. I'm still pissed!"
She turned away like a sulky kid. What a fickle brat. But soothing her was big-bro duty, right? Oppa plunged back in, stirring her up.
"Fine, can't be helped. I'll play with your pussy till you're over it. How d'you want it?"
"However you want, go wild! You know my pussy way better anywayyy♥ Fuck around with it however you like!"
"Heh, okay, okay. Here goes then?"
"Mhm♥"
She nodded eagerly, and Oppa went merciless, not just pounding but masterfully ramping her pleasure with exquisite technique. No way to fake that—it was palm-of-his-hand control. Overwhelmed, Hyeonju drooled and moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Here, right? Feels good?"
"Mhm! So good! Too gooood!♡ Stay speared on your fingers forever! See my pussy crying tears of joy?"
"Fingers enough? No cock needed then?"
"Nooo! Cock! Cock's better! Fingers good, but cock's the best! Gimme cock too, Oppa! I'll squeeze my meat-toilet pussy super tight. Pleeease?"
"Heh. Later, later. Promised this onahole my cock today. Alright, one more. Then downstairs, got it?"
"Got it♡ Make it huge—melt my brain huge!"
Obliging, he blitz-attacked her deepest spot while hammering her clit.
"Cumming agaaain♥ Pussy throbbing so haaard♥ Oppa-exclusive dog-pussy going insaaane♡♡♡♡♡"
Her body convulsed, pussy juice splattering the floor. Full ahegao slut mode—no trace of her earlier attitude. How long did the orgasm last? After about three minutes of panting recovery, Hyeonju lifted her flushed face. Her trembling lips mumbled something inaudible.
"...Hey.."
"Huh? What? Can't hear."
He cupped his ear, leaning in. "That's not it!"
She shrieked, slammed the door, and bolted. Oppa blinked at the sudden exit, muttering, "Prioritizing personality in the alteration led to some weird reactions... Eh, she was cute anyway."
Brushing it off, he beckoned the onahole back onto the bed and slid into her pussy. Round who-knows-how-many. Whatever—who'd complain to a near-god like him?