Beyond Her Sister's Gaze

Tae-seok turned his head toward the room to check.

But the door was closed.

He couldn't tell if it had opened and shut, or if he'd simply misheard.

Well... it doesn't matter either way.

He smirked and squeezed Eun-jung's ass harder.

Then he began thrusting into her even more forcefully.

Meanwhile, inside Eun-su's room.

Eun-su stood leaning against the door.

She too wore no bra, only a loose T-shirt and very short hot pants.

Her thighs, toned and firm from exercise, and her round ass peeked out dangerously from beneath the hot pants, while the shape of her breasts and the outline of her nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Her mind was filled with the scene she had just witnessed.

Eun-jung bent over the dining table, hands planted on the surface, being taken roughly from behind by Tae-seok.

Those lewd moans, her swaying breasts, her violently shaking hips.

It had only lasted a moment, yet it was burned vividly into her memory.

Even though she had already known about their relationship from Tae-seok the day before, the shock of seeing it with her own eyes was immense.

Haa... How did my sister end up like this...

The Eun-jung she knew was quiet, composed, and rational.

Yet that same sister was now raising her hips high, moaning wantonly as she shook her waist for a man much younger than herself.

...Moaning so obscenely like that...

It was shocking.

But at the same time, she could understand it.

Because she herself had experienced the pleasure of Tae-seok's cock entering her body.

That overwhelming thickness and length, the hot mass of flesh slowly spreading her pussy open as it pushed inside.

The sensation that felt like her entire body was melting.

It still lingered vividly in her mind.

Without realizing it, Eun-su's hand had slipped inside her pants.

Since she wasn't wearing underwear, her fingers immediately found her wet, hot pussy, and she began rubbing it roughly.

She pressed her ear tightly against the door, holding her breath as she focused on the sounds outside.

Eun-jung's suppressed moans came through clearly.

"Haang...! Tae-seok... too... hard... If my sister wakes up... aang...!"

As she felt her sister's voice growing more and more aroused, Eun-su moved her fingers even faster.

She could vividly picture how Tae-seok was holding her sister, how his massive cock was stirring up her insides.

Eun-su gritted her teeth and pushed her fingers deeper.

"Ha... eut..."

Schlick, schlick, schlick...

Even as she thrust two fingers deep inside and stirred, she felt no satisfaction—only growing frustration.

No matter how hard or fast she rubbed, it didn't even come close to half the pleasure she had felt when Tae-seok touched her the day before.

Why... why doesn't it feel good...?

Eun-su gritted her teeth and rubbed her clit rapidly.

With her other hand, she lifted her T-shirt and squeezed her own breasts hard, pressing her forehead against the door.

Her hot pants were already pulled down to the middle of her thighs, and her legs trembled as clear fluids ran down her fingers.

But her fingers alone could never satisfy her.

Instead, the more she touched herself, the more vividly she recalled the intense pleasure of being held by Tae-seok, tormenting her further.

I want Tae-seok to hold me again...

Then she was startled by her own thought.

She had already felt guilty just for having a relationship with the man her sister was seeing, and now she was masturbating while watching them and thinking about being held by her sister's man again. She felt pathetic.

I don't know... I really... don't know.

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Eun-su closed her eyes and moved her fingers even faster, if only to quell the arousal she felt right now.

Small, suppressed, desperate moans escaped her lips.

...I want to feel it again... like my sister... no, even more than my sister... until I go crazy...

Beyond the door, Eun-jung's barely contained moans and the sound of flesh slapping together continued unabated.

Tae-seok buried himself to the hilt inside Eun-jung and trembled as he came, releasing a long stream of semen.

Feeling the hot cum flooding her deepest parts, Eun-jung's legs gave out and she collapsed onto the table.

His cock slowly withdrew from her body.

Tae-seok looked down with satisfaction at the white fluid leaking from her pussy.

"Doing this before breakfast... isn't bad at all. I should make it part of our routine from now on."

Tae-seok said as he adjusted his pants.

Thick, sticky fluid—his semen mixed with her arousal—still trickled down her thighs from her pussy.

Eun-jung let out a soft breath and quickly pulled several sheets of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tissue from the box on the table.

She brought them between her legs to wipe herself.

"So much came out again today. It's amazing how much comes out every time."

She pulled more tissue, as if the first batch wasn't enough, and carefully wiped her pussy.

"Really? That much?"

"Yeah... so much... it keeps coming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out no matter how much I wipe."

With her dress slightly lifted and her legs parted just a little as she wiped, the sight was both ordinary and intensely erotic.

Embarrassed by being seen like this, she turned slightly away.

"It's embarrassing... why are you staring like that?"

"Just... this side of you is beautiful too..."

At that moment, the sound of Eun-su's door opening could be heard.

Eun-su walked out of her room.

The silhouette faintly visible beneath her loose T-shirt, the legs exposed between her short hot pants.

But what caught the eye first was her face.

It was slightly flushed, and her eyes were a little unfocused.

The moment Tae-seok saw Eun-su, he summoned her status window.

Tae-seok chuckled inwardly.

So I didn't mishear earlier. She saw us. And she probably masturbated too. Otherwise her Emotion Level wouldn't have risen this much.

When Eun-su met Tae-seok's eyes, she instinctively looked away.

Then, forcing a calm expression, she walked toward the kitchen.

"Good morning... ma'am."

Tae-seok greeted her brightly on purpose.

"...Oh. Tae-seok, you're here."

Eun-su's voice was awkward and slightly cracked, unlike yesterday.

She kept glancing at Tae-seok as she sat down at the dining table.

The way she pressed her thighs together suggested that the inside of her hot pants was still damp.

Eun-su avoided meeting Eun-jung's eyes until the very end.

Eun-jung did the same.

With her lips pressed tightly together, she busied herself unnecessarily tidying the table.

The air between the two sisters was visibly tangled with awkwardness.

In the middle of it all.

Only Tae-seok remained relaxed.

Once Eun-jung had placed all the prepared dishes on the table, the three of them naturally sat down together.

It looked natural.

At least on the surface.

But Eun-jung's face was still flushed red, and Eun-su kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, conscious of Tae-seok's gaze.

Tae-seok alternated his eyes between the two sisters, a subtle smile on his lips.

To his right sat Eun-jung.

The woman he embraced and fucked every day.

Even now, his semen from their earlier session was probably still trickling down beneath her dress, yet she was pretending to be calm as she placed side dishes into his bowl.

To his left sat Eun-su.

The woman who had taken his cock for the first time yesterday, and who had just been leaning against her door, pleasuring herself while watching them.

Every time their eyes met, she looked away slightly, unable to keep her thighs still.

Tae-seok picked up his spoon and laughed inwardly.

Something feels strange. Just eating breakfast with two women I've been with... it's strangely exciting.

Eun-jung still believed that Eun-su didn't know about her relationship with Tae-seok.

So she acted even more cautious, even more shy.

Eun-su, on the other hand, knew everything.

How deep her sister's relationship with Tae-seok was, how lewdly she moaned while taking his body...

And she herself had mixed bodies with that same man.

Perhaps because of that, she couldn't bring herself to look directly at Eun-jung's face.

"The side dishes today... are delicious, ma'am."

Tae-seok spoke softly on purpose.

His gaze alternated between Eun-jung's breasts and Eun-su's thighs.

Eun-jung blushed and smiled faintly.

"Really? Thank you. Eat well."

Watching them, Eun-su felt an inexplicable jealousy.

The sensation of Tae-seok's cock filling her insides yesterday came rushing back.

My sister... has been experiencing that paradise from Tae-seok every day. Even without a husband... I'm jealous...

Eun-su put down her chopsticks and picked up her water glass.

Her hand trembled slightly.

So that's why she became so beautiful? Well... if she feels that kind of orgasm every day... she could end up like that...

Tae-seok didn't miss a single one of the sisters' subtle expressions and gestures, savoring them all.

He spoke in a low, slow voice.

"The atmosphere today... feels rather special."

At those words, Eun-jung's face grew even redder, while Eun-su pressed her thighs together and lowered her gaze.

The meal finally ended amid the tension.

"You two go sit on the sofa over there. I'll clean up the table and bring coffee and fruit."

Eun-jung adjusted her apron and spoke in a deliberately bright voice.

Tae-seok stood up first and headed for the sofa.

Eun-su hesitated for a moment before following, but her steps were unnatural.

She walked stiffly, her eyes repeatedly drifting toward the kitchen.

Huh? Her Emotion Level went up even more.

Tae-seok looked at Eun-su, who was sitting in the corner of the long sofa, avoiding him.

He naturally moved closer, sitting right beside her.

The seat next to where Eun-su sat on the long sofa.

It was a slight blind spot where Eun-jung's view from the kitchen wouldn't reach easily.

When Tae-seok sat right next to her, Eun-su flinched.

She quickly tried to scoot away by lifting her hips, but there was nowhere left to retreat at the edge of the sofa.

"Hey... sit farther away."

Eun-su whispered in a small, urgent voice.

Her eyes kept darting toward the kitchen.

Her ears were flushed bright red, and her thighs were unconsciously pressed tightly together.

Tae-seok only moved closer and spoke in a low voice.

"Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Eun-su bit her lip.

Her hands fidgeted restlessly on her knees.

Her body, which had completely surrendered to Tae-seok yesterday, began to tingle again at the feel of his body heat.

And the fact that her sister was washing dishes just a few meters away made her extremely tense.

"Of course it's uncomfortable. How could it not be? And with my sister right there... don't do this. Move away, quickly."

Eun-su spoke in a hushed voice.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety, but the way she looked at Tae-seok's thigh—so close to her own—held an unmistakable longing she couldn't hide.

Tae-seok smiled as he watched her Emotion Level rise even while she sat still.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body tightly against his.

Eun-su's body stiffened instantly.

"You... what are you doing?"

"You saw everything this morning, didn't you? Me and your sister."

Tae-seok took her hand and placed it on his thigh.

"...What are you talking about."

Her denial came too late.

Tae-seok breathed hot air into her ear and whispered in a very low, slow voice.

"Did it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turn you on? Did you take care of it with your fingers? That must not have been enough."

Eun-su's eyes wavered greatly.

She looked at Tae-seok with a shameful gaze and tried to create distance, but his arm was already firmly wrapped around her waist, leaving her no escape.

"How... how did you... aang~ don't..."