Chapter 210
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 210
Chapter Title: Cheaters' Secrets and Homecoming
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"Hey, don't you know about personal privacy? You're hopeless. Looks like you need another round with the vibrating cock and the drill cock."
"...Eek! ...No, I hate it. I won't, I won't do it. I won't ask to see it anymore.... Ah, haaang...!"
'What asshole uploaded that top-secret cheater shit to YouTube?'
Hmm, but thinking about it, the guys around me who refused to show their phones to their girlfriends or wives right up to the end... they were all cheating or planning to cheat.
That 28-year-old hyung I met at the civil service academy and ate with, or the handsome 35-year-old ajusshi... neither would show their call logs or messages to their girls... I was right there next to them, providing alibis and shit, so I know.
Both were cheating.
Come on, if your girlfriend or wife isn't asking for anything crazy, just your call logs and messages, and you still won't show them? That's a dead giveaway.
Especially if they only ask for call logs and you refuse? Slam dunk.
People naturally want to show off when they're above board.
But if they're causing huge fights just to hide it? They've got something to hide.
Fuck. But who the hell spilled that secret? Pisses me off.
'Ah, but thinking about those hyungs' girlfriends and wives... both were hot... Should I fuck them? Those guys and the ajusshi are cheating hard anyway? Perfect for revenge cheating.... And if I knock them up with my kid... heh heh heh.'
Updated the list in my head of women to fuck in real life.
1. The women in my family
2. Female classmates I fucked inside the Tower (Ji-eun Min already done) (if the chance comes)
3. Girls whose numbers I got at the hospital near home when I went for a height check
4. Female doctors and nurses I met at the youngest sister's hospital
5. Girlfriends and wives of the cheating hyungs I met at the civil service academy.
No need to do them in order.
If anything, number 5 is calling to me right now—sounds delicious.
Sometimes fantasizing about secretly stealing another guy's woman is a hell of a thrill.
Back in the day, it was just fantasy, but now I've got the power, right?
'Send the youngest sister home, then hit up those hyungs from the civil service academy after a while.... Heh heh heh.'
The discharge procedures for my youngest sister went quickly.
The real issue was the massive amount of stuff she'd bought or left in the VIP room.
'...Subspace Storage is fine to show her, right? She's family. Well, more like my personal pussy slave, so I can trust her.'
Subspace Storage is an ability no one else has right now.
Because when you clear all the Tower trials, everything system-related—powers and items outside your own growth and enlightenment—vanishes.
Subspace Storage is a prime example.
Most Tower survivors miss it the most once they're out—no more Subspace Storage.
But I'm still using it?
What the? Curious, huh? How the fuck are you doing that? Yeah, I saw that coming.
"Youngest, what I'm about to show you? You can't show it to anyone."
"...Huh? What is it?"
I loaded all her stuff into the Subspace Storage.
My youngest sister's eyes went wide, mouth agape.
She's a smart one, my little sis.
Does she get what this means?
"...Th-this... H-how? Subspace Storage, right?"
"Yeah, it's a secret. Don't tell a soul."
"...O-okay. ...O-Oppa, don't show this to anyone either. ...You idiot! You shouldn't have shown me...!"
"Is that so?"
"...Y-yeah, but I'm happy you trusted me enough to show me. ...Still, no more secrets like this to me from now on. Got it?"
My youngest sister was glad I showed her, but lectured me that secrets stay secret best when only one person knows.
Pussy slave sister sure nags a lot.
With her stuff in Subspace Storage, we grabbed chicken at a place near the hospital, per her request, for a meal.
At a corner table, I kept secretly groping her pussy and ass, and midway she couldn't hold back her moans—nearly got caught by the staff.
Hmm, maybe they did hear a bit.
Then a taxi home.
Finally back at what you could call our real home—not my one-room, but the family house.
The place I got basically kicked out of after all that shady shit back then.
A fancy mansion like an American landowner's country home, with a wide yard and tall walls.
Since I'd called ahead, the huge gate opened before I even rang the bell.
Saw multiple CCTVs swiveling automatically to track me and sis.
"They're watching us, huh?"
"Third sis, probably. She loves monitoring like this every day—total voyeur."
Third sis to my youngest.
Another sister of mine—in our family sibling ranking, I'm fourth, so she's another one.
This one's a gloomy hikikomori who loves purple and black.
Specialty: hacking, IT, info gathering.
Obsessed with espionage, counterintelligence, that stuff.
Dreams of top National Intelligence Service brass, but her asocial loser hikikomori vibes make her hate interviews—she's failed so far.
Crossed the huge yard to the mansion.
Door was open, and stepping inside hit me with that familiar family scent after so long.
Sweet flowers and thick female pheromones.
Minus the hospital-stuck youngest, the sweet floral and pheromone scents from four women.
At the entryway, a new family photo.
Each in outfits or shawls or shoulder wraps or cardigans in their favorite colors.
No me there. Kicked out, heh heh.
Mom in blue, big sis red, second sis green, fourth purple, youngest white.
Like goddesses in a photo.
People who don't seem human, shot like fairy tale illustrations, framed in the family portrait by the entrance.
Pulled out my phone and snapped pics of mom, sisters, the family photo.
Gonna jerk off to this shit tons.
'...Ah. ...Nah. Got my cock-house slave sister now—no need to jerk to this. Got a sister onahole, so use the onahole.'
Sis saw me photographing the family pic without me and said sadly, bittersweet:
"Oppa helped me recover my health again. Let's forget the old stuff and have you move back in. I'll talk to Mom and sisters nicely. And... we'll take a new family photo...."
Do I even need to come back here?
Bringing other girls to fuck? My one-room's better.
Hmm... but to fuck the family women in another sense... better here.
'Tough call. ...But I wanna fuck other girls too. Family women won't let other pussy slaves into their homes.'
Decided.
Won't move back even if they say so.
Just visit often... use it like a second home purely to fuck the family women.
"No one's home?"
"Third sis probably is? Mom's at work even on Saturday, big sis too, second sis busy with new business... third sis is likely holed up, eavesdropping on our talk right now."
"Yeah? Wanna see our fourth after so long?"
"No. Don't. She'll hide so deep no one finds her. Total asocial incarnate. Hides from family like Oppa—awkward and scary."
"Not much changed... wait, it wasn't this bad before."
"After you got kicked out, no more guy talk for her—symptoms worsened. Barely leaves her room now. ...Sigh, if she wasn't raking it in as a white hat hacker or whatever, it'd be trouble. Mom and big sis gave up. No harm to others."
I nodded, figured as much, and headed to sis's room to unpack.
Meaning, pulled her stuff from Subspace Storage and set it in her room.
Her room: girly as hell, white frills and dolls everywhere.
Girl who loves white—tons of bright whites, super clean and tidy.
Stuff all unpacked... now for today's goal: revenge NTR play on those hyungs' girlfriends and wives from the civil service academy.
That's what I planned.
But seeing my youngest bent over sorting luggage, her ass looking fuckable—paused.
'Gotta fuck the little one too before I go. ...Fuck like crazy, make her pass out climaxing, then off to other girls. Heh heh heh.'