A Masochist's Secret Request
I answered half-heartedly while activating my Sex Scouter and scanning my sister's lust aura. As always, the sexual energy rising from her body was mostly neat and orderly, but an unusual amount had clumped together around her waxed pussy and lower abdomen, trembling uneasily.
Well, the pussy makes sense, but her stomach… No way, does this mean…?!
The moment I scanned her condition with the Sex Scouter, everything clicked into place. It seemed the aftereffects of mercilessly training that spicy version of Cha Sieun and turning her into a masochistic human toilet had somehow reached the original Cha Sieun as well.
Ha… So that’s why she suddenly asked for a pussy wax…
Just one hint and her inner thoughts were laid completely bare. Too proud to outright beg to be tormented, she had cleverly come up with a way to receive that torment naturally without bruising her ego—by asking me to wax her pussy.
I couldn’t help but get excited. This indirect approach was far more arousing and cuter than if she had clung to me and begged openly. And it was meticulous. If I hadn’t had the Sex Scouter, I would have simply thought she was acting a little strange today. Truly befitting a Seoul National University graduate.
“Doesn’t it hurt a lot? Ripping out the hair with tape like that.”
“Of course it hurts… That’s why I’m asking you… Doing it alone… scares me…”
“Oh, so even you have things you’re afraid of. Should I pull from top to bottom? I’ll do it hard enough to yank all the pussy hair out at once.”
I asked while gripping the edge of the tape. Cha Sieun simply gave a tiny nod without answering.
“Want me to count before I pull? Or should I just rip it off however I feel like?”
“Ugh… Just do it already! You don’t have to ask about every little— Aaaack!!!”
Riiiiip—!!
I snatched the pussy tape off in one swift, surprise motion, like drawing a sword in an ambush. Startled by the sudden attack, my sister let out a high-pitched scream. The tone was no joke. If her seductive fox-like voice carried a hint of pretense, this pain-filled cry revealed the real her without a single drop of artifice. Even the way tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, and how her pussy hole twitched and fluttered in shock—everything was perfect.
“Ugh… Look how red and swollen your pussy is. Still, all the hair came out cleanly. Want to see?”
“Haa… You don’t… have to show me that…”
I held the tape, dotted with sparse, light-colored pussy hairs, right in front of her eyes. It seemed she had gotten laser hair removal, because compared to the rest of her body hair, her pussy hair was extremely sparse and fine. The hairs that still grew back after laser treatment were apparently removed this way. I set the tape down and closely examined her now smooth, hairless pussy.
It was so neat and tidy that it was hard to believe she had five sex partners. It wasn’t completely undeveloped like a virgin’s, but the shy petal-shaped inner labia, the cute little clit that poked out boldly without being hidden by any foreskin, and that deep pink color were all absolutely perfect. It was on a level that wouldn’t look out of place even if it were displayed as an ideal pussy model in a urologist’s office. In terms of body, Cha Sieun was undeniably a natural talent in every area. Though when it came to breasts, Kim Mihyun was still the undisputed queen.
“Minjun, I think you’ve stared at your sister’s pussy long enough…”
“Ah, okay. Okay. You left that over there for me to use, right? Your pussy’s way too red. I feel bad. I’ll give you some extra service.”
Anyway, just watching wasn’t enough to satisfy me at this point. I was dying to touch that smooth, hairless mound. From where I sat, I reached out and grabbed the aloe gel that Sieun had casually placed on the bathtub floor. A quick glance at the instructions said it soothed hot skin, which seemed perfect for her poor pussy that had turned red and swollen from the pain. Of course, whether applying it myself would actually “soothe” her pussy was highly questionable.
Squuuirt— Squuuirt—
Splat. Splat.
I squeezed the tube with enough force to empty it, filling my hand with aloe gel. The cool, slippery gel squelched between my fingers, making me feel like I’d turned into slime. I wanted to start molesting her pussy with this hand right away, but I couldn’t miss the chance to make her feel good first.
Let’s infuse some lust aura into my hand…
Using the Hand of God, I gradually gathered lust energy into my palm. I slowly brought my aloe-coated Hand of God toward her pussy.
-Tap.
“Eut…! It’s cold, so go slow… Heut…”
The moment my cold, gel-covered hand touched her swollen red mound, her body flinched hard. Yet instead of telling me to stop, she asked me to go slowly, which meant she secretly wanted a full massage. This meticulous, sly bitch.
-Sliiiide. Sliiiide.
“Heut… Eut… Haa…”
I grabbed the outermost flesh of her flushed pussy mound with both hands and kneaded it like dough. Starting from the edges, I massaged gradually inward, stroking the mound up and down as I advanced. The sight of her pussy hole stretching sideways and shamelessly opening again and again with every movement of my hands was incredibly satisfying.
“Sister… Do you like pain?”
“Hut… That’s ridiculous… Ught…”
“Then why is so much water dripping out of your pussy? Is it because of the massage?”
“Mmm… Because of the massage… Huat… Heung… I like it because of the massage… Heut…”
“Oh… Really? Guess I have a talent for massage.”
-Sliiide. Sliiide.
My hands, which had started at the edge of her mound and slowly narrowed their range as they advanced, finally reached her inner labia. Her lewd pussy hole twitched violently, as if eagerly waiting for deeper touches.
Not a chance.
-Sliiide. Sliiide.
I stopped advancing and focused my fingers precisely on the boundary between her outer and inner labia. Every time my touch spread her swollen, elastic inner lips—still puffy from the waxing aftermath—pitiful pussy juice flowed from her hole. Cha Sieun was desperately appealing her aching desire through the overflowing nectar.
“Mmmh… Hmmg… Hehgg…”
Yet even while burning with need, she clung to her last shred of pride and refused to beg me. Despite letting out pitiful, desperate moans like a whimpering puppy, she never asked me to properly touch her pussy.
Nice… I like this…
Overwhelming an easy opponent was fun in its own way, but it was far more enjoyable to compete with someone on a similar level, someone you could actually exchange blows with. This was a battle between my massage skills and her endurance. It was a ridiculous contest, but I couldn’t afford to lose. The victory condition was making her beg without ever touching her inner labia. She had held up surprisingly well so far, but I was still holding back about fifty percent of my true ability. She had no idea that everything until now had been nothing more than an appetizer or a tasting sample.
“Ah… I’m running out of gel…”
Psssssssssh—.
My hand was still drenched from how much I’d squeezed out earlier, but I shamelessly added even more gel. At this point Sieun was too lost in pleasure to say anything, so I could have just applied it without comment, but these little details were all part of the fun of the game. She might be suffering from excessive pleasure, but I was thoroughly enjoying this contest.
-Drip drip drip.
After squeezing the entire tube dry, gel overflowed between every knuckle. I clenched and opened my palm a few times like kneading dough to thicken the gel’s consistency, then slammed my overflowing, slippery palm straight onto her pussy mound without hesitation.
-SPLAAAAT!!!
“Ughhh…!!!!”
The instant my palm slammed down, a fountain erupted from her pussy. It was the clear climax of a true masochist, a brilliant flare signaling the real start of the game.
-SPLAT! SPLAAAAAT!!
“Aaaauuughhh…!!!!”
I mercilessly slapped her pussy mound as if pounding dough. It was a perfect rice-cake pounding, and that wasn’t the end. After smacking her mound for a while, I grabbed a handful of the thick, soft, peach-like flesh. Using my nails like claws, I gathered as much of the pussy meat as possible, then wrung it out like a wet rag with brutal force.
-Squeeeeze. Squish squish squish.
“Uuuhiigk…!!! Stooop!! Stop iiiit!! This isn’t a massa— Uguhng…!!!”
“What do you mean? Massage is all about the masseur’s heart. Since you seem to like it, I’ll do it even harder.”
“…!!!”
She was feeling so good she couldn’t even speak. Her pussy, heated by the Hand of God, had become endlessly sensitive. Just tormenting her mound was enough to send her into orgasm after orgasm. Her pelvis and waist twisted wildly from the climactic aftershocks, and tidal waves of juice gushed from her pussy.
Wait. At this rate, am I the one losing?
I kept kneading her mound for a while before that thought suddenly hit me. My original plan had been to make her beg like a dog, but right now she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she was too busy moaning and panting to even think about begging. The pleasure was so excessive she couldn’t even form proper words. The Hand of God was great, but its effect was almost too strong—that was the problem. I still had trouble fine-tuning it.
-Knead knead. Sliiide.
I began adjusting my speed. Going full force the entire time wasn’t the only strategy. I activated the Sex Scouter and kept massaging her hard right up until her pleasure value was about to hit its peak, then dropped the intensity to the weakest level the moment she was about to cum. Instead of completely preventing orgasm, I controlled my finger pressure with piano-like precision so that when she did climax, it felt incredibly unsatisfying and frustrating.
“Uee… Huat… More… Uung…”
“Hm? What did you say?”
“More… Rub deeper too… Hggu…”
A smirk automatically curled my lips at her surrender. The game was already my victory from this point. But I had no intention of graciously accepting her white flag. Even surrender required negotiation.
“Hmm… The waxing was only for this area, right? You’re not seriously saying that after I massaged your mound a little, you’ve gotten so unbearably horny that you want me to fuck you or something? No way~ That can’t be it. You have the dignity of a Seoul National University graduate, after all.”
“Hauut… Why are you bringing up university now… Huung…!!”
“It pisses me off. The fact that a cum-rag human toilet like you graduated from such a prestigious school. I can’t stand it unless I torment you.”
“Then torment me… Heut… You bad bastard… Uung… Haam…”
“But this is torment for you, isn’t it? You’d love it if I shoved my cock in. If you want it that badly, then beg properly.”
“Ummh… You son of a bitch… Uhu… Hiiik… You evil bastard… Uuk…”
I demanded unconditional surrender, but even though she had lost the battle, Cha Sieun protested that this was going too far. At that point, I had no choice. A meaningless war was all that remained, and the only one who would suffer was her poor pussy, cursed with such a foolish owner.
-Grope. Grope. Grope. Squish squish squish.
“Uuuhi… Uguu… Hmut…!!!”
I persistently tormented her pussy mound. Her completely hairless, smooth pussy was perfect for grabbing and playing with, like a liquid monster. She did her absolute best, to the point of tears, but she couldn’t last even five minutes before surrendering again.
“Aaaauu…!!! Touch it… Uhu… Aauu… Please touch it…”
After a long, stubborn tug-of-war, the exhausted fish was finally dragged ashore. A shiver ran down my spine at the anticipated prize catch.
“Be specific. Where and how do you want me to do it?”
“Uhhut… My pussy… My pussy… Do whatever… Touch it… Heut… Or put your cock in… I’m going crazy… Huk… I’m losing my mind, so please do something…!!”
“Really? You want me to do whatever I want? This still isn’t enough?”
“Hurry up…!!! Huha… Heut… Just do something… You bad bastard… Huk…”
“Don’t regret it. I’m really going to go all out, okay?”
“Pleeease…!! Hurry…!! Huhaat…”
Urged on by her desperate pleas, I quickly stood up. I had been slightly hesitating about whether to do this or not, but with her pushing me so hard, I had no choice. I grabbed her limp ankles, lifted them, and spread her legs wide. Then I raised one foot and positioned it directly over her pussy. It was perfectly placed for stepping on.
It was my first time doing this as an adult, but it felt as familiar as if I had done it just yesterday. Depending on the region, this act was called “otobike,” “daldali,” or “deoldeoli.” It was something you often saw on playgrounds, and it usually came with horrific levels of shame and pain. That was exactly the emotion I wanted to give her.
I revved up the engine of the Botobai, ready to shoot forward the moment I hit the accelerator, and smiled brightly at her. Just like that nameless kid from my childhood memories who had offered to show me something nice when we met by chance on the playground.
“What the hell are you doing!!! Let go of me…!!”