Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Eat Well, Sis.
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"Eat well, sis."
I followed behind Mom.
Sparse, milky-white traces dotted the floor.
Like breadcrumbs, they guided me right to her.
The trail ended at the faculty building's disabled restroom.
A place rarely visited by anyone.
"Guess that PhD comes in handy for something."
The patience it took to hold back until here was commendable.
I turned the doorknob.
Click.
Locked.
Inside, the sound of running water roared loudly.
Drowned out amid the noise were her gasping breaths.
"Haa! Haaang! Uhheuk...!"
Snap.
The World Stops.
A grin tugged at my lips.
I pulled a thin wire from my pocket.
This was child's play.
Clink. Tick.
The door swung open.
Shhhh—
The stream of water hung frozen in mid-air.
Splashing droplets halted in place.
And there was Mom.
"......"
She stood with her back to the sink.
Her skirt hiked up to her waist, panties tangled around one ankle.
What a sight.
Perched on the sink's edge, legs splayed wide.
One hand clutching her breast, the other buried deep between her thighs.
"Huh?"
I stepped closer for a better look.
Three fingers plunged in to the hilt.
How desperate must she have been.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked them out.
Schlurp.
A wet, sucking sound as the mucosa peeled away.
Her gaping hole twitched hungrily.
A mix of semen and her juices dribbled down.
"Think three's enough for you? A woman who's given birth."
I smirked lewdly and gripped both her hands.
Her right hand went up.
I pinned her swollen clit down with my index finger.
And her left.
I extended one more finger.
Four now.
I forced them into her slick, spread hole.
Squelch. Grind.
"......Ugh."
A deflating wheeze escaped her.
Her insides compressed like crushed organs.
The knuckles were buried deep.
Her vaginal walls clenched around the four fingers without a gap.
Her labia stretched taut.
It looked strenuous.
Which made me shove harder.
I scanned her face.
Eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out—Mom, the filthy bitch expanding her own hole.
I took out my smartphone.
Framed her face and the four fingers in her crotch perfectly.
Click.
"Perfect wallpaper material."
Satisfying.
"See you later, Mom."
I slipped out of the restroom.
Twirled the wire to lock it again.
At the vending machine at the end of the hall, I grabbed a canned coffee.
Hiss.
Snap.
Time Flows.
A dull thud erupted from the restroom.
"Hrghuk?! Kyaaaaah—!!!!"
Thud! Crash!
The sink rattled.
Even three fingers must've been a stretch.
Then suddenly four filling her up.
Her clit rubbed without warning.
I pictured Mom writhing on the floor in agony.
I took a sip of coffee.
Sweet.
The commute.
The subway was hell.
"Hoo. Hoo..."
Yu-na crammed herself into the corner by the doors.
Face hidden behind a mask and sunglasses.
She feared the stares.
What if, like yesterday.
Or the day before.
She had another fit and made a scene.
'Please. Please...'
Her heart pounded wildly.
Her body burned hot.
Precisely between her legs.
'Not today. This PT session counts for my performance review. Please...'
The inexplicable stimulation that had plagued her for days.
Perhaps imprinted on her womb.
Even the subway's vibrations tingled her inner thighs.
Her cervix twitched all day, spewing fluids.
Her crotch was chafed raw.
'...So damp.'
She couldn't wear her favorite black stockings, fearing the stains.
Panty liners were long soaked and clumped.
She crossed her legs and clenched her glutes.
Cold sweat trickled down her back.
That was when it happened.
Something pressed close against her back.
Rustle.
"......!"
Yu-na's shoulders stiffened.
She thought she heard a low voice from behind.
'Sis. Rough morning, huh.'
A hallucination?
The moment she turned to look.
The train jolted.
Snap.
The World Stops.
All noise cut off abruptly.
The sardine-packed crowd.
Frozen with grim expressions.
I strolled out casually from behind Yu-na.
Through her sunglasses, I saw her eyes trembling in anxiety.
"Your commute looks boring."
I shook the bag in my hand.
Fresh from the convenience store.
'Strawberry Hard'—frosted white on the surface.
"Gotta have breakfast, right?"
I hiked up her suit skirt just a bit.
Grabbed her panties and pulled them aside.
As expected.
"Completely soaked."
Her hole twitched alone, spitting fluid.
So sloppy, thick strands clung between her thighs.
I pulled out the ice cream.
Cold vapor rose.
"Eat well, sis."
I aligned the frozen tip with her wet entrance.
Twisted my wrist and shoved it in.
Splurt—.
"Hngh...!"
Pressure Detection: Internal Organs
Her body didn't twitch.
But inside, it was honest.
The icy intruder invading her hot flesh made her walls shrink in shock.
Vaginal folds wrapped the ice cream.
Heat clashing with cold.
The surface melted, sugary syrup trickling along her walls.
"Must taste amazing to you, sis?"
She never touched ice cream for her figure.
But down there, she devoured it.
I gripped the stick and pushed it all the way.
Up to her cervix.
Grind. Squelch.
Ice scraping mucosa.
Her lower belly bulged.
The cold foreign object stirred her guts.
"Need something for your mouth too."
I undid a couple buttons on her blouse.
Pulled her bra aside.
Her nipples, swollen from my morning torment, popped out.
From my pocket, two office clips.
Click.
One on each nipple.
"...!"
Yu-na's body quivered faintly.
Even frozen time, pain triggers reflexes.
I straightened her clothes.
Bra up, buttons done.
Skirt down.
I whispered in her ear.
"Sis. Eat every last bit. No leftovers."
Back to my spot, hand on the rail.
Deep breath.
Imagine this erupting in front of everyone—cold, pain, shame.
Snap.
Time Flows.
Rumble.
The train shook.
"...This station is... Yeonhwa. Yeonhwa Station..."
The announcement droned.
"......?"
Yu-na's eyes widened.
Her pupils shook lost behind the sunglasses.
A few seconds of silence.
Her brain struggled to process.
Breasts aching—like nipples being torn.
And her lower belly.
Insanely cold.
As if she'd swallowed a block of ice.
Frostbite-chilled guts.
Yet something rough and hard filled her most sensitive spot.
'What...? What's this...?'
The moment cognition hit.
The bomb went off.
"Heeek?!? Urghhh?!"
"Ah. Uwaaak! So cold! It's so cooold!"
Splat.
She slumped against the doors.
Legs twisting wildly on their own.
Onlookers jumped back in alarm.
"What's that?"
"What's wrong with her?"
But Yu-na heard nothing.
The 'thing' inside melted against her body heat.
Cold, sticky fluid trailed her walls.
Gush. Spurt.
Frozen strawberry syrup stimulated her insides as it poured.
Terror flashed in her mind.
'Did I pee? No, period? Blood? But why so cold!'
Status Ailment: Cognitive Dissonance
"Ah. Hngh! It hurts! Breasts hurt! Uuuh...!"
She clutched her chest.
The clip-gnawed nipples throbbed like they were ripping.
But the real issue was below.
"No... Don't come out... Don't leak..."
She writhed, grinding her ass on the floor.
Her skirt rode up.
Pink fluid dripped between her thighs.
"Oh my. What's that? Blood?"
"Smells sweet..."
Murmurs rose.
Shame flushed Yu-na's face crimson.
Her sunglasses clattered to the floor.
"Eup, ah! It's not... Don't look! Hngh!"
Doors hissed open right then.
Hiss.
Yu-na bolted without looking back.
Or rather, crawled out.
In a hunched stagger.
Thighs clenched desperately to keep the stick from slipping.
Pink streaks trailed her pale thighs.
'Sis! Wait up.'
I picked up her fallen sunglasses and followed leisurely.
What a scatterbrain of a sister.
Subway restroom.
She dashed into the disabled stall.
Bang! Clatter.
Hands shaking, she locked the door.
Ragged breaths.
Her head spun.
This made no sense.
'A dream...? Or am I going crazy...?'
First, check.
She lifted her skirt.
Pulled down her panties.
A sweet scent hit hard.
Mingled with sour feminine musk.
"Ah......"
Her mouth hung open.
Between her legs.
A wooden stick protruding from her panties.
Around it, melted pink mush blended with milky fluids.
"Ice cream...? Why is this...?"
Who? When?
Me?
No memory.
Like possessed by a ghost.
But no time to think.
Too cold. Too painful.
"Gotta pull it out..."
With trembling hands, she gripped the end.
Pulled gently.
Schlup. Grind.
"Ahngh...!?"
It wouldn't budge.
Her walls sucked like a plunger.
No, not just that.
Chomp. Chomp.
"Why... is it doing this...?"
Her pussy was 'chewing' the ice cream.
Mucosal folds writhed, biting and releasing the cold lump.
Like savoring candy in her mouth.
Each twitch at her entrance bobbed the stick.
Tears welled up.
Her own body felt alien.
Now, even pain registered as pleasure.
Yu-na bit her lip.
Eyes squeezed shut. One go.
"Uuuuh...!"
Yank!
Crack.
"Ah?!"
The stick came out.
But that was it.
Stick gone, but the ice shattered deep inside, stranded.
"Ah. No! Come out!"
Cold mass melted within.
Maddening chill and sticky syrup.
She jammed in fingers frantically.
Spread index and middle, stirring mucosa.
Squelch. Scrape.
"Hngt... Haang...!"
Slippery walls coiled around her fingers.
She scraped desperately for fleeing ice chunks.
Dodging bits teased her cervix to spasm in ecstasy.
Plop plop.
Finally scraped out the fragments.
Melted syrup and juices dripped down her fingers.
Pink puddle pooled on the tiles.
"Haa... Haa..."
Scraped most, but still damp.
Melted liquid unavoidable.
Sugar-soaked walls throbbed.
A creeping itch rose.
Not simple itch—different texture.
Her body heated up.
"Ngh! Got PT... Can't be like this...!"
Walking would leak everywhere.
Couldn't go out like this.
Yu-na rummaged her bag with shaky hands.
Luckily, emergency pad in the pouch.
Rustle.
Frenzied hands tore the wrapper.
Stuck it inside panties, hiked skirt awkwardly.
"Thank goodness. This'll hold somehow..."
But too soon to relax.
Embedded syrup and fluids.
Hyper-sensitive walls.
Gurgle. Squish.
As panties rose, odd noise from her belly.
Pad's touch flipped a switch?
Her entrance pulsed.
Breathing-like.
Contracting, relaxing wildly, pushing out pooled liquids.
Bubble bubble.
"Heek...!"
Foam popped below.
Her entrance oiled the pad, spewing bubbly mucus.
Each step soaked the pad heavier.
Sticky fluid filling her ass crack.
"Driving me insane... The sounds. Won't stop..."
Bubble. Squelch.
Forced steps unleashed lewd squelches nonstop.
As if nurturing something alive in her belly.