Over the Phone (1)
Right after this crazy bitch sent her friend a photo she’d taken in the bathroom. Leisurely, just the way she wanted. I felt like breaking her completely this time. She was still too clumsy to pound away like Haeun.
“…”
Lying on my side between two beautiful women. Enjoying the heavy, ample breasts pressed against my back. Fondling the soft, pliant chest in my hands. And savoring the soaked, loosened walls gripping my cock.
“Haa… Ah, should we… watch something else?”
“Sure.”
While taking me inside her, she scrolled through YouTube with trembling fingers. I had no idea what she’d watched to make the algorithm look like that, but it was filthy. Animation, lookbooks, cosplay, and even Haeun’s channel mixed in among them. She looked more like a middle-school boy than an idol.
“…”
Out of everything, Hinami deliberately chose Haeun’s channel and played the video loud enough for the person behind her to hear. Haeun in a blue wig and maid outfit, her face cropped out of frame. The quite elegant guitar sound flowing from that lewd body. The faint rustle of skin against the bed I’d carefully soundproofed. I didn’t even know what song it was. I’d only looked it up after seeing the outfit Hinami brought from her place. When I realized it was popular, I just picked the music to match the clothes.
“Ha…ah… You play… really well, unnie…”
“…”
Her voice carried a hint of sincerity, followed by the sound of Haeun swallowing. When I gave her walls a firm press in return for the rare compliment, she swallowed again and steadied her breathing.
“This is… what you asked me about earlier, right…?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you… watched the anime? It’s fun…”
“Not yet.”
“Ehehe… I see…”
“…I watched it.”
Hinami’s slightly disappointed voice was cut off as Haeun spoke first. …That was news to me, too. On second thought, it made sense.
“Ehh, you watched it, unnie…?”
“…I was just curious what kind of character it was while putting on the outfit.”
“With oppa… haa, while wearing it… you did that…?”
“…”
…The quality had been surprisingly high. Not just the outfit or her figure. After the shoot. When she was getting fucked, doing the maid act.
“Ah, haha… Haeun-unnie is… really devoted, huh… Oh…”
“…”
Whether she was embarrassed at being found out or not, I felt her body tighten around me. I pulled Hinami closer in return. My hips stayed still. Slowly stretching her entrance and walls wider, like breaking in a new glove. Taming her body to my cock.
“…Oppa. Um… I want to try it on too…”
“What?”
“The one unnie… is wearing. You know it’s a twin… concept, right…?”
“…Is it?”
…I hadn’t known. I’d mostly looked up live-action stuff. Sometimes I’d wondered about the different hair colors, but I just assumed they were similar but different characters.
“Seriously, oppa, you’re such trash… Selling this stuff without even knowing?”
“…Half the people watching probably don’t know either. They just like seeing a girl with big tits in a slutty outfit.”
“Well… you’re not wrong… But oppa’s the one fucking her while she’s wearing it.”
“…”
“…If you knew, it’d be even hotter… hng…”
Press, press. Her tight pussy squeezed the head over and over, and her words sank straight into my lust. …She wasn’t wrong. Knowing made it hotter. There was a difference between fucking a pretty girl with big tits and fucking a pretty girl with big tits who had no experience with men yet still acted bratty while having a pathetic pussy.
“…Take it out… Put the clothes on… and do more…”
“…”
…Same thing. A girl with pale skin who was insanely pretty versus a girl with pale skin who was insanely pretty, had no experience with men, and only had filthy fantasies—an idol who was completely different. …And if you dressed her in an outfit that carried everyone else’s fantasies, that would have its own flavor.
“Haa… haa…”
…The only downside was—
“…There’s only one set of that outfit.”
Only one set at home.
“Then… me first…”
“Me first.”
“…”
…If there had been two, I could’ve dressed them both. That was a shame. Next time I should buy several matching sets. …Someday I might even need three of each.
“Wow…”
Hearing Hinami’s admiration as she held the phone out, Haeun’s face flushed bright red.
“…”
She’d been so insistent about wearing it first, yet now that it was actually on, she was hesitating. She hadn’t seemed that embarrassed while filming the video. You acted pretty well back then, didn’t you?
“Did you take the photo?”
“Ah, yes, unnie.”
But seeing someone else in cosplay still seemed to make her uncomfortable. Well… I could understand that.
“Good. …Now hurry up and put it on.”
“Eh, really?”
“I said put it on, quickly…”
After taking just one photo, Haeun’s cheeks burned crimson as she stripped off the embarrassing maid outfit and returned to her unembarrassed naked state. Watching her, Hinami picked up the clothes scattered messily on the bed one by one and changed into the exact same look as the girl on the screen.
“Ah, you don’t have the wig?”
“You’ve got short hair too.”
“The color’s different~”
“Just wear it. Honestly, that wig’s color stands out too much anyway.”
“Ah, seriously. Oppa doesn’t understand an otaku’s heart at all.”
Ignoring her grumbling over pointless details, I watched as she finally pulled the white stockings up her legs. …This side actually suited her better. Maybe because she was Japanese. Or maybe because of her small frame. Whatever, the small stuff didn’t matter.
“…How is it?”
“…”
Once she had everything on, her appearance was… beautiful enough to make Haeun swallow. Like she’d stepped straight out of an anime.
“Hey, I asked how it looks. O… ah… Master?”
“…She doesn’t say ‘Master.’”
“Still, I can’t call you Juhyuk-kun, can I?”
Ignoring their pointless bickering, I wanted nothing more than to climb onto the bed right now. “Ah, what are you doing, Master? You have to take photos first.”
“…”
At the attendant’s sharp command, I took a step back, accepted the phone she handed me, and captured Hinami sitting in a delicate pose. …If you just added a bit of fabric on the shoulders, this could probably go on Instagram. It looked pretty rather than lewd. I snapped the photo, saved it, handed the phone to Haeun, then climbed onto the bed and peeled off her stockings.
“Haeun-ah.”
“…I’m filming. You don’t have to say it.”
“There’s a tripod in the soundproof booth, so bring that. …And put on whatever you want to wear.”
“…”
Of course, …I had no intention of telling her to just keep filming the whole time. “…Unnie’s gone.”
“She’ll be back in five minutes.”
“Then for those five minutes… will you take off the rest too, Master?”
“Then the undressing scene won’t be in the video.”
“Ah. That won’t do. Then… this?”
While the other girl was briefly away, she slid down onto the bed and looked up at me. The mischievous maid pointed at her own lips, begging for her master’s tongue.
“…Yeah…”
The feeling of her beautiful self, dressed in beautiful yet obscene clothes, tying my tongue with the very tongue she was supposed to use for singing to others. …Honestly, it was hard to put into words. Unless I felt that sticky sound tickling my ears and saw that face whenever I opened my eyes.
“Mm… chu… …mmph…”
While savoring her breath, I also felt another girl’s breath climbing onto my back.
“Hoo… What? Where’s your outfit?”
“…I put it on.”
“…That?”
“…It’s your favorite, isn’t it?”
The only thing she’d put on was… a single red choker around her neck.
“…Unnie. Keep the order.”
“Order? …When did we have that?”
“We did earlier. In the bathtub.”
“Hng… So?”
The girl who’d been so embarrassed just from wearing a maid outfit earlier was nowhere to be seen. Clinging to my neck and rubbing her cheek against me, she looked down on Hinami.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll…!”
“…Juhyuk-ah.”
“What.”
“…If you fuck me now… later, when you fuck her… I won’t complain.”
“…”
And toward me alone, she was endlessly affectionate.
“Oppa, if you fall for that…”
“…Master. Please… fuck Haeun, who’s in heat… right now…♡”
“…”
“Huh? …Not that rude girl who won’t even call you Master… Me first. …Me first. She’s going to…”
Toward her master alone, she became shamelessly lewd. …At the spoiled pet rabbit’s tantrum—
“…You can’t do pang, pang, can you, Master… Do it the way you want… Press the head right against my womb… and cum inside me messily… You can do that to me.”
“…”
…At that vulgar, shameless temptation—
“Ah, oppa…”
“…I’ll fuck you later.”
“……♡”
…I gave in. Once. If she hadn’t been wearing the collar. If she hadn’t gotten waxed a few days ago. …If she hadn’t just fought with that woman earlier. If she didn’t look like her sister. I might have held back. But right now… I couldn’t. …I’d make it up to you later, as much as I could.