Chapter 3

"I want to taste it!" —Ting!

Ka! This is exactly the taste I was craving.

As soon as morning hit, I busted my ass with the housework and took a shower, dropping a coin just like yesterday. Coins definitely came from specific action combos. And it wasn't from half-assing it—you had to go all out and complete the task perfectly for the drop. I'd need to hunt down as many combos as possible and farm a ton of coins every day.

"Oppa! You done in the bathroom? I gotta go bad! Hurry up and come out!"

My little sister Lea was yelling outside the door, desperate for the toilet. Honestly, I was already dry, the coin was stashed, and I just needed to get dressed. But I felt like messing with her, so I pretended to keep showering.

—Splashhh. I turned the showerhead on full blast and called out, "Nah, not done yet. Door's open."

"Ugh, come on! I really gotta go... I won't look your way! Can I come in?"

Lea sounded seriously urgent. Whatever, I didn't mind.

"Yeah, do what you want. Told you, door's open."

—Slam. The second I gave permission, a brown bobbed head rushed in. She made a show of covering her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes with one hand, then yanked off her pajamas and panties and started peeing.

Drip drip.

I'd said it as a joke, but she just barged in like it was nothing and did her business. Hell, she was even being considerate of me. Wasn't this supposed to be a world without gender reversals...?

Lea had one hand over her eyes like she was proving she wasn't peeking, and the other covering her pussy. Her bare skin was fully on display. A slim waist contrasting with those wide "easy-birth" hips, a firm ass, and honey thighs with just the perfect amount of meat. That same feeling I'd gotten from Haena unnie yesterday was bubbling up for Lea now. Before I knew it, my dick was standing at full attention.

'Just once... I wanna touch it. No, I wanna grope and lick her like crazy. Then shove my cock between those firm thighs and rub like mad. Spread those killer legs wide and devour her precious spot.'

All sorts of filthy, dirty thoughts assaulted my brain. No! Snap out of it! I don't wanna be a criminal. Sure, someday I'd make all those fantasies real. I had the coin system, after all. But no need to rush. I'd take them down one by one, nice and slow.

I cranked the cold water to kill the urge. —Splash.

Lea finished up, pulled her pajamas back on, and bolted out with a flushed face. "I didn't see anything!"

Honestly, I barely saw her goods anyway, and nothing really happened. But the situation itself was too damn hot. As I reached down to relieve my raging hard-on—

—Ting!

Whoa! Scored a coin from an unexpected spot. With Voyeurism and Exposure Mania attached, it must drop from watching someone pee. In just an hour in the bathroom, I'd nabbed two coins. What were the odds? Given the difficulty, the traits were plentiful and potent. Not something I could force like cleaning, though... Or could I? What about peeping secretly?

Secret peeping wasn't impossible. The house was mansion-sized, and the bathrooms were as big as living rooms back home. Hiding somewhere... too risky? There had to be a safe way to spy without getting caught... Ah! Got it. Straight out of an eroge—go with the classic.

I dried off quick and got dressed.

…

—Ding-dong.

"I'm home."

I tossed out the habitual greeting at the door, and Mom welcomed me. "Son, what's up? Where'd you go?"

"Oh, uh... heh... I... started jogging. Haha."

Lately, I felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guiltier lying to Mom than telling the truth, but what could I do? 'I bought a screwdriver to spy on you all peeing in the bathroom! Haha!' Yeah, no.

Then Mom made an offer. "Jogging? Wanna go with me this weekend?"

Jogging? Sounded good. "Sure! Why not. Haha."

These days, I'd try anything anyone suggested, wondering if it'd drop a coin. Who knew? Jogging with Mom might net one. Plus, I'd get a show of those morphing tits bouncing. Heh heh.

Back in my room, I caught my breath. Operation at dawn. For now, search how to break a door handle and wait it out.

—Creak. 1 AM. Even late-sleeper Haena unnie should be out by now. Two bathrooms in this huge house: the shared one for me, sis, and little sis, and Mom's private one in the master. Mom's was too risky now, so public bathroom first.

—Click. Didn't know door handles well, but my web search paid off. Remove this part and reassemble... —Snap!

The public bathroom door looked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fine from outside but lost its lock. Heart pounding already thinking about tomorrow's peeps. Sleep was history.

Heading out, something caught my eye.

"Ahem..."

Laundry basket. Path to bathroom went through the laundry room—prime spot for dirty clothes. And atop it, a black thong that grabbed my eyes. Conservative family vibe made this aggressive: thin strap band, skimpy coverage. I pocketed it quick. Didn't know whose, but bon appétit.

Back in my room, I whipped out my dick, wrapped it in the stolen panties, and went to town. Imagined Mom sucking me off, thrusting between Haena unnie's massive tits, kneading Lea's firm thighs like dough. All day holding back—unleashed it on the mystery panties.

Splurt. Splurt.

"Hah... hah..."

Never thought it'd be this easy. Before coins popped up, I couldn't even dream of this. Always cautious. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Sure, the urges were there, but fears of being labeled a perv or psycho, plus unease in this new world, held me back. Act normal. Pretend we're just family. That was life.

But once coins appeared, all that pressure vanished. This was my world. The unknown owner's hormones mixed with my cum wafting up. My dick stirred again. Folded the panties and stroked once more.

Stroke. Stroke.

A few more loads till my balls felt empty. Finally free of the lust haze.

'Gotta deal with this cum-soaked panty...'

Sitting up, moonlight glinted off a few coins on the bed.

"Huh?"

Guess bed muffled the sound. Incest 1pt boost? Logical must-have trait. Multiple coins from multiple loads. Jacking to family panties alone could sustain me? Sweet deal.

Same routine today. Cleaned house spotless, showered—bam, one coin. While Mom was at work, I screwed with her bathroom door too. Now just wait for someone to use one and peep.

Lounging in the living room, pretending to watch TV, eyes peeled for company. Hour later—

—Slam. Jobless today? Unnie emerged from her room, tits jiggling with each step, breezed past me to the bathroom. Her hormones tickled my nose. Door shut—or tried to. I crept after her.

—Splashhh. Unlocked door cracked open, shower sounds leaking out.

Gulp. Tension made my swallow echo like thunder.