Chapter 141: Side Story - Younger Sister (24)♥
Chapter 141: Side Story - Younger Sister (24)♥
This was the first time Shin Ye-ji had ever felt the full weight of a man pressing down on her.
She hadn't spent her life engaging in such "exercise," nor had she ever had a reason to experience anything like this. Perhaps if she’d had an older brother instead of being an only child—no, she wasn't an only child, but she lacked a brother—she might have known what it felt like. As it stood, she’d had almost no occasion to feel the true mass of a male body against her own.
In that sense, the pressure she felt now was a mix of anxiety and fear... yet, somehow, it was also exhilarating. Considering how much a person's first sexual experience influences their future preferences, what was happening to Shin Ye-ji now was effectively carving out the foundations of her desires.
Her eyes rolled back, and through her ragged gasps, Kang Yu-jin’s body bore down on her. Crushed by his mass, she felt his cock, driven by his full weight, grinding against her uterus.
She couldn't even spare a thought for things like contraception. Before she could even catch the breath that had hitched in her throat, Ye-ji was swept away by a torrent surging through her entire body.
It was a muddy current of pleasure, tension, and a lingering hint of pain. Just as the world before Ye-ji’s eyes began to sparkle and blur, Kang Yu-jin began to move in earnest.
He arched his hips and drove downward. It was a simple motion, yet Ye-ji could feel him gouging into her narrow pussy, forcing open a path that had once been closed.
That alone was enough to leave her breathless. Every nerve ending seemed to catch fire, the sensation racing up to her brain and leaving her gasping in the throes of intense pleasure. Her mouth hung open, unable to form words or even let out a proper moan.
Kang Yu-jin moved again and again. His movements were merciless—violent yet dense, the kind of treatment one might hesitate to inflict on a virgin. In this single moment, Ye-ji knew that even in the distant future, she would remain ensnared by these siblings, utterly dependent on them sexually.
But knowing it didn't mean she could do anything about it.
In fact, she might have been desperately craving this kind of dependency all along. Realizing this for reasons she couldn't quite fathom, Ye-ji watched through her haze as Kang Yu-jin pushed himself up on his arms.
He forced her legs wider. He guided her hands to grip her own thighs and then took hold of her waist. As his hands dug into her slightly soft belly—fleshier than Kang Yu-ri’s—Ye-ji began to tremble, tears streaming down her face involuntarily.
"O-Oppa..."
The word sent a dizzying jolt through Kang Yu-jin.
It was a term he’d heard countless times—the very word that defined his relationship with Kang Yu-ri. Hearing it from someone else felt intoxicating, a sensation that translated instantly into raw pleasure.
And that wasn't all. Kang Yu-jin could feel his sister’s gaze fixed on him.
She was clearly jealous of what was happening, yet she also seemed to envy it; at the same time, she appeared inexplicably aroused by the situation itself.
She would likely never admit it, but Kang Yu-jin knew. He could tell just by the way her eyes followed the motion of his hips and how she swallowed hard.
So, Kang Yu-jin leaned forward, shifting his angle of entry. As he felt the tight squeeze of her virgin pussy and heard her frantic moans, he whispered.
"Yu-ri."
Her eyes drifted up to meet his. Staring into those dark irises, Kang Yu-jin leaned his face in and closed his eyes.
As if on cue, his sister leaned in and embraced him. She held him with the intimacy of a spoiled child, yet her lips met his with a deep, overflowing affection.
While her pressing lips were certainly full of love, the way her hands moved along Kang Yu-jin’s waist was tinged with obsession.
It was the familiar touch of his sister. It felt entirely different from the unfamiliar sensation of Shin Ye-ji’s pussy.
With his lips still pressed against his sister’s, Kang Yu-jin snapped his hips forward twice with sharp, piercing thrusts. With that, Shin Ye-ji reached her first climax.
It was a climax he had deliberately induced, though the virginal Ye-ji had no way of knowing that.
Her body shuddered violently, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for oxygen. Her eyes remained wide and unblinking, overflowing with tears, and her moans were so long and thin they were almost inaudible.
She had talent. Realizing this, Kang Yu-jin felt her pussy spasming, tightening and releasing in a rhythmic fit. He pulled his lips away from his sister's.
"Ye-ji."
There was no verbal answer. But it wasn't because she hadn't heard him. The moment he called her name, Kang Yu-jin felt her pussy give a firm, deliberate squeeze.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ye-ji... are you answering me with your pussy?"
She let out a moan of embarrassment, her mind clearly a jumble. Kang Yu-jin smiled as if he had no choice, but his eyes turned back to Yu-ri.
"Why don't you lick Yu-ri's pussy? I'll have her sit on your face."
Yu-ri’s eyes widened as if surprised by the sudden suggestion, and Ye-ji’s pussy squeezed once more.
It didn't exactly feel like a gesture of consent, but it didn't matter.
"Do we have any emergency contraceptive pills?"
"...Oppa."
"You don't want to?"
"No, I don't."
"Even if you don't, Ye-ji is the one who should decide."
Even when he asked, no answer came. Perhaps the back-to-back climaxes she’d hit right after losing her virginity were too much for her to handle. Shin Ye-ji was busy gasping for air, her moans trailing off as her thighs shook uncontrollably.
He could just cum inside her like this, and knowing Ye-ji’s personality, she probably wouldn't complain.
However, mutual consent was important in these matters.
"Besides, it's not like it matters much since we're having a fake marriage anyway."
"...It does matter."
Yu-ri pouted as she spoke. It was a rare glimpse of the younger, pre-adult Yu-ri.
"I wanted to be the first... to have Oppa's baby."
It was a touching sentiment, but a dangerous one. Kang Yu-jin shifted his hips slightly, and Shin Ye-ji’s limp, exhausted body jerked reflexively.
A string of moans followed. The long, mournful sounds were proof that Ye-ji’s mind was far from clear.
Kang Yu-ri couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm sorry, Ye-ji..."
She whispered as she lowered her hips. Ye-ji’s body flinched as the large buttocks settled over her face.
Yet, even as her pussy squeezed tight, Ye-ji stuck out her tongue and began to lick Kang Yu-ri.
The pussy still carried the faint, distinct taste of the cock she had been licking earlier. With a dazed mind, Ye-ji licked her friend, unable to process the situation clearly, simply letting herself be carried away by the flow.
Her friend’s pussy was on her face, and she was licking it, while her own pussy was being hammered by her friend’s brother—her future husband. Her hands trembled as she gripped her thighs, and her muscles ached with a dull, throbbing soreness from the exertion.
Her pussy felt the same. It was hot to the point of stinging, and it hurt.
But more than that, it felt incredibly good. There was no way she could regain her senses.
And so, Ye-ji lost herself in the dual stimulation from above and below.
As if craving more, she moved her tongue with clumsy fervor. Even as she was being pounded, she squeezed her pussy and tightened her grip on her thighs as if she never wanted to let go.
She wasn't just squeezing. She tightened when he thrust in, and squeezed again as he pulled out after a brief pause.
The pussy meat that clung to him was a vivid crimson—possessing both the freshness of a virgin and the flushed heat of being relentlessly fucked.
It was an ideal virgin pussy. Ideal in a way that was quite different from Kang Yu-ri’s.
It was a stark contrast to his first experience with Yu-ri, which had been a disaster of mutual clumsiness and lack of experience.
Now, one party was skillful, and the other was overflowing with zeal. Her academic-like dedication to the act was almost moving.
Kang Yu-jin felt that moved sentiment transform directly into the urge to ejaculate.
He shared a deep kiss with his sister, their tongues tangling. It was the kind of kiss lovers share—one they had likely performed thousands of times from long ago until now.
And while doing so, he mercilessly used his sister’s friend’s small body like a masturbation tool. As the urge to cum peaked, he thought about pulling out, but an even stronger desire urged him to just stay inside and let go.
In fact, it was the rational choice. If Kang Yu-ri got pregnant, it would cause numerous complications and require a massive cover-up.
But if Shin Ye-ji got pregnant, it could be dismissed as a mistake of youth, and it would only serve to fast-track the fake marriage.
So, Kang Yu-jin wondered if there was any need to hesitate. He began to slowly release the tension in his urethra.
But then, their lips parted, and he heard Yu-ri’s voice.
"Oppa..."
She was simply calling out to him, her voice laced with longing. There was nothing particularly special about it.
However, as with all words, sometimes the person saying them is more important than the content itself.
That was the case now. Kang Yu-jin, who had been moving his hips roughly, froze. The ejaculation he had been controlling suddenly surged beyond his command.
'Ah.'
It had been a long time since he’d heard his sister call him with such yearning. It was the first time she sounded this desperate, this sorrowful, and this full of love.
Beyond mere jealousy, her voice was thick with the fear of losing him.
It was clear she was terrified that the brother she loved might drift away from her.
And so, impulsively, Kang Yu-jin followed his instincts.
First, he pulled out with a violent tug. The sudden friction sent Ye-ji into another climax, her hips bucking, but Kang Yu-jin had a higher priority: his sister.
He pushed his sister back slightly and urgently pressed the head of his cock against Yu-ri’s soaking wet pussy.
"Ah...?"
Though she looked bewildered, Yu-ri instinctively tilted her hips to create the perfect angle for insertion and used her fingers to pull her pussy open.
Kang Yu-jin ejaculated powerfully toward the gaping vaginal opening.
Naturally, his aim wasn't perfect. The point was that it was both an external and an internal ejaculation. Some of the forcefully sprayed semen hit the vaginal opening directly and seeped inside, while the rest splattered across Ye-ji’s face.
As Yu-ri’s hips trembled in climax from the sudden, intense heat, and Ye-ji dealt with the aftermath of the semen on her face...
Kang Yu-jin stroked his cock and then pushed it all the way into Kang Yu-ri’s pussy.
The semen-slicked cock pushed the remaining fluids from the entrance all the way to her uterus. At the very edge of the cervix, his sister’s pussy—which was as familiar as could be—clamped down on him perfectly. Kang Yu-jin then proceeded to coat the rest of his sister’s womb with what remained.
Though ejaculation is inherently silent, it felt as though the sound was echoing vividly. The semen pouring out was laden with clear arousal and emotions that went far beyond it.
Before he knew it, Kang Yu-jin had pinned his sister down on the bed, buried to the hilt, and was stirring her insides.
As Ye-ji’s face remained covered in semen and Yu-ri felt the faint sensation of a foreign substance against her cervix...
Vaguely, they all understood. This was how their relationship had been forged.