Chapter 7: I Couldn't Care Less About Your Bedtime Shift
11 p.m. Oppa went to bed like clockwork, even though he was a total NEET. But the guy claimed that now that he was twenty, he couldn't sleep properly without someone beside him. Just a few months ago, he'd been sprawling all over the bed by himself without a care. What kind of nonsense was this now? And Mom actually buying into it didn't help.
From tonight onward, either Hyeonju or Yu-ran had to take turns as Oppa's bedtime partner. For Hyeonju, it was an annoying, uncomfortable hassle, but with Mom watching, she couldn't exactly say no.
"Hyeonju, why don't you just go sleep in your room? Mom will handle your brother's bedtime duty tonight. Okay?"
"....No. You did it last night, Mom. You've been out working all day—you must be exhausted. Can you really do bedtime duty properly? Wouldn't it be better if you just went up and rested?"
.......It was all because of Mom's glare. No arguments allowed. Hyeonju knew that whenever Mom properly fulfilled her bedtime duty, her gaze toward Hyeonju softened a bit. It was nothing less than silent pressure on her daughter. No sister who can't even handle her brother's bedtime duty properly, or something like that.
So Hyeonju volunteering for bedtime duty wasn't her idea at all. It was all Oppa's fault. That jerk Oppa.
Even their subtle jockeying for position was pointless. Oppa was the one who decided who got bedtime duty. Whoever he picked had to serve, and the loser went back to her room to finger herself to sleep alone.
Hyeonju casually scanned Mom's naked body from top to bottom. Mom looked impossibly young for her forties, yet she hadn't lost an ounce of that mature, married woman's sultry allure. The breasts that had nursed two kids were absurdly full and still growing somehow (it was true, unbelievably—tits kept developing even in her forties, especially lately). The soft flesh on her thighs and belly didn't make her look fat; it was a weapon that drove men to the brink of lust.
Her face, youthful like Hyeonju's but painted with experience and sex appeal, had a charming beauty mark, and her seductive eyes were the highlight—pure male bait. Compared to that, Hyeonju's body was hardly sexy. Sure, she was still growing, but her breasts were barely B-cups. She was proud of her Pilates-toned legs and defined abs, but did they have real sex appeal? She doubted it. Nothing like Mom's ripe sensuality, and her sharp, upturned eyes made her look too fierce for Oppa's taste in obedient bitches.
A few more years of ripening might change that, but right now? Mom wins, hands down. Hyeonju unconsciously dug her nails into her palm.
It wasn't frustrating or anything. What did she care if she matched Oppa's tastes? It was just... a little anxious, wondering when she would develop like that.
"Phew~ Feels refreshing. Sometimes it's nice to shower alone, nice and slow."
Oppa emerged from the bathroom after washing up solo. When he'd said he wanted to shower, Mom had tried to follow and scrub him down herself, but he'd refused. Wanted to take it easy alone for once, or whatever. Mom had looked openly disappointed but couldn't go against his wishes, so she'd waited obediently in the living room.
Oppa toweled off, then strolled out naked, his hard cock swinging freely. No shame at all. Well, with a dick like that, you'd want to show it off. It was his only bragging right.
"Oh my, look at that... You even washed your dick clean. You've really grown up. But I wanted to clean it with my mouth-pussy."
"...................."
Did it feel good to get praise for something so basic? Or did it sting his pride as a human? Who knew. Only Oppa did.
"Showered up nice and cool—now, which pussy to cuddle up with tonight?"
Oppa looked down at Hyeonju and Yu-ran kneeling by the sofa. Hyeonju had wanted to just sit normally, but Mom had scolded her for bad manners. Mom was way too formal sometimes. Their eyes sparkled up at him like devotees at a shrine.
Mom asked Oppa, "Which pussy will you use tonight, son?"
She even threw in over-the-top honorifics. Hyeonju could never pull that off, no matter what, but Mom did it effortlessly. Was that adult maturity? Hyeonju hated it.
Oppa crossed his arms, pondering. "Hmm, what to do? Mom's titty pillow is tempting, but Hyeonju's tight, gripping pussy feels damn good too. Tough choice. What do you think looks better, Mom?"
Mom jumped in like she'd been waiting. "Of course, mine. For rest, comfort comes first, right? My slick pussy and titty pillow are perfect for that. What do you say?"
"Mom's titty pillow. Can't pass that up. What about you?"
"....Me, what?"
"Got nothing to sell?"
"Why the hell should I sell myself to you? I'm not even interested in your stupid bedtime duty."
".....Hyeonju, you..."
Mom's voice dropped low, chilling the air. It was downright frosty. If Oppa hadn't just told them not to fight, she'd have ripped into Hyeonju big time. Hyeonju averted her eyes from that murderous glare and mumbled, "B-but... isn't a young pussy better for sleeping? I wouldn't know."
No edge in anything else, so she played her one sure card: age. Bowing her head to Oppa hurt her pride, but more than that, she felt inferior to Mom.
Did that timid vibe poke at Oppa's dick compass? He smirked and told Mom, "Nah, not tonight. Gotta go with Hyeonju. You did it yesterday anyway—take a break. That tsundere act's got my dick fired up. Gonna play with her pussy and crash."
"Of course. Mom does whatever her son wants. While you're at it, train Hyeonju good. She's your exclusive meat toilet—gotta maintain her. Make her obedient, like a proper toilet. Everything she says or does should be for you. Can't have her talking back to her owner like that. Got it?"
Even now, Mom was Mom, lecturing Oppa firmly. He half-listened, nodded vaguely, told her to masturbate to sleep, then dragged Hyeonju to his room.
The second they were inside, Oppa flopped onto the bed. He grinned and jerked his chin at her—hurry up and do your thing.
Hyeonju sighed loudly, knelt, bowed her head, and said, "Thank you so much for choosing me as your bedtime partner tonight. I'll use this body solely for your comfortable sleep, so please overlook any shortcomings."
"Mm, mm. Got it. Even if your pussy's a bit loose, I'll be nice. Head up."
Hyeonju shot to her feet, face beet red. Must've been mortifying. Of course it was—that humiliating greeting.
"Hey, do I really have to keep doing this? It's so embarrassing!"
"It's just manners. What can you do? Mom does it every time."
When a woman was on bedtime duty, she had to humble herself and verbally affirm she was just a tool for the man's pleasure. Common sense. To Hyeonju, though, it felt utterly degrading. The world had too many pointless rituals.
Oppa patted the spot beside him. She hated it, but once picked, no refusing. Hyeonju lay down next to him.
Immediately, his rough hand started kneading her breast. She didn't hate the sensation, but she scrunched her face anyway—couldn't complain. It was part of the job.
"Mm... No way it feels as good as Mom's titty pillow. Too bad."
"Sorry my tits are small. Wonder whose fault that is..."
She couldn't hold back a snippy jab. Oppa ignored it, burying his face in her neck and sniffing. Creepy.
"Mm, but it's good. Different scent from Mom—that's fine. Sticking to one girl gets boring. Love pounding your tight cock-hole to sleep, so don't sweat the small tits."
"Who said I was sweating it..."
Guy was sharp when it mattered. His other hand wrapped her thigh, fingers teasing her pussy slit without entering—just tormenting her.
"Ah, aren't you sleeping? I'm here for bedtime duty, not pussy duty."
"Same difference. Can't sleep without playing with pussy first. You know that."
"Haa..."
As if she didn't. Hyeonju wasn't new to this. Oppa'd say he was sleeping, then stay up till 1 or 2 a.m. Bedtime at 11 sharp, though—total contradiction. She shook her head, propping up her upper body.
No choice. Experience had taught her coping tricks. "Fine. Then I'll do 'lullaby sex'—now go to sleep early, okay?"