Big Brother's Milk Tits
Namgung Ji still couldn't believe it all felt like a dream. Everything that had happened at Anwonjeong just a few days ago. It was so utterly implausible. Not a shred of realism to it, not even as much as a chick's tear.
That arrogant, haughty half-sister of his, stripped completely bare with a silver needle piercing her perineum acupoint, getting her virgin pussy deflowered by some outsider? And he himself had plunged into the virgin pussy of her guard, one of the Clear Wind Unit sluts under her command? No matter how he turned it over in his mind, it felt too surreal.
"No way...."
Namgung Ji, who had been lying there staring at the ceiling, bolted upright. It had all definitely been real. Every sensation he'd felt back then proved it.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard, his throat tight with excitement and tension.
"Sh-should I... try it?"
It was something he'd hesitated to attempt until now, too daunting to even consider. But Namgung Ji knew it—the other "special" phrase Bang So-un had taught him.
"A-alright. Fuck it."
In the end, Namgung Ji rose from his seat. He opened the door and stepped out, heading straight for his sister's quarters.
"This Yongbong Assembly will be hosted by the Tang Clan of Sichuan, miss."
Hwa Mulin spoke as she kept Namgung Hwaran company while the young lady leisurely enjoyed her tea in the courtyard garden.
"Yeah, it's been ages since I last saw the Tang Clan—probably since we were kids."
"You must be looking forward to it."
"Looking forward? It'll probably just be exhausting."
Namgung Hwaran gave a wry smile.
"Pardon?"
"There's this one friend with a really competitive streak."
Hwan-hon Dok-bong Dang Se-hwa. The Tang Clan's precious golden flower, a friend she'd known since childhood, absolutely hated losing to anyone. Especially to peers of the same age and gender. Every time they met, she'd openly stoke the flames of rivalry and one-upmanship. It wore Namgung Hwaran out. And she wasn't the only one who felt that way, no doubt.
"Ah, Miss Se-hwa...."
Hwa Mulin trailed off, her face awkward—she knew enough about it.
Namgung Hwaran chuckled softly at her.
"Don't worry about it. People come in all types, after all. I'll just focus on my own growth, upholding the lofty name of our house."
"Miss...."
Hwa Mulin gazed at her in admiration, a true daughter of the dragon.
It might have ended on a nice note, but Hwa Mulin couldn't hold back her curiosity and added one more thing.
"Um, miss... will the young master be attending the Yongbong Assembly too...?"
Eldest young master Namgung Ji. A disgrace to the family. Sure, he had the nickname Thunder Fire Young Master, but that title was a humiliation in itself. As the legitimate heir of the Nangong family—one of the Five Great Families—he should naturally master the pinnacle Celestial Expanse Infinite Sword Technique, one of the murim's finest. Instead, he'd barely scraped by with the far inferior Heavenly Thunder Sword Method. That's where the nickname came from.
It was worlds apart from his half-siblings Namgung Hyeon and Namgung Hwaran, hailed as Cloud Palace Dragon and Azure Sky Flower. Those titles stemmed from mastery of the Celestial Expanse Infinite Sword Technique.
In short, despite being the legitimate heir, Namgung Ji hadn't grasped even a single form of the demanding art. No wonder the family's gaze toward him was ice-cold.
"Who knows... Does it bother you?"
Her brows furrowed at the mention of her detested eldest brother.
"I-if I've overstepped, forgive me, miss."
Thinking she'd upset her, Hwa Mulin bowed her head in hasty apology.
Namgung Hwaran shook her head.
"No, it's fine. Honestly, it bothers me too. How could it not, for anyone in the family? Who knows when that useless big brother will drag our name through the mud again."
"Miss...."
"The problem is, he technically qualifies for the Yongbong Assembly. So whether he joins or not is up to him."
No matter how dim-witted he was, his status as the Nangong family's legitimate heir—one of the Five Great Families—granted him entry. Last time, he'd shown up drunk, his sloppy martial arts parading the family's shame for all to see. She wanted to talk him out of this next one somehow, but he wasn't the type to listen, so Namgung Hwaran decided to keep quiet.
"What can we do? Hyeon oppa and I will just handle it well. It'll be tiring, though."
Her fatigue now dwarfed what she'd felt talking about Dang Se-hwa.
"Ch-cheer up, miss."
Hwa Mulin said, looking apologetic.
That was when Namgung Hwaran's eyes sharpened. As a peak expert, she'd sensed someone's presence. A familiar one, at that. The muddled aura of the Nangong heir—no one would believe it belonged to him. Her eldest brother, Namgung Ji.
"Speak of the tiger, and he appears."
"Pardon?"
Hwa Mulin blinked wide-eyed, but soon sensed it too.
"Ah."
Her face stiffened upon recognizing Namgung Ji's presence. She shared the negative view of him.
"...Shall I step out?"
"No need for that. Just stay. It won't be anything important."
"Yes, miss."
Thud thud!
Soon, a knock echoed from the outer door.
"Hwaran! Came to talk for a bit."
"Let him in."
"Yes, miss."
Hwa Mulin opened the outer door.
Creeeak.
"Greetings, young master. This way."
"Ah, sure."
Hwa Mulin guided Namgung Ji to the garden. Truth be told, this was the private space of the family head's sole precious daughter—not just anyone could enter. Only a select few were permitted. Namgung Ji was one, conduct and reputation be damned. He was the legitimate heir, family all the same.
"Come on in, big brother."
Namgung Hwaran didn't even rise to greet him. Par for the course. She knew it—this incompetent elder brother wouldn't dare act out if she treated him coldly. Back when they were kids, she'd even thrashed him when he lost his temper and tried to hit her. Now their skills were worlds apart, so he'd never try anything beyond sulking.
"Yeah."
Namgung Ji responded with his usual distant tone. He sat across from her.
"Relaxing in the garden, huh?"
"Yes."
"Makes sense. Nice weather today."
"You're not here to chat about the weather."
Namgung Hwaran cut straight to it, no beating around the bush. Being around Namgung Ji too long grated on her nerves. She didn't want to linger in the same space.
"Ah, right."
He scratched the back of his head, looking awkward.
"Got a favor to ask."
"A favor?"
Her brows knit. She had a bad feeling it'd be tiring. Still, since he'd come all this way, she'd hear him out. Easy enough to shut down flat afterward.
"What is it?"
"For the next family head... the successor position, support me, won't you?"
"What?"
The unexpected words nearly made her spit out her tea. What nonsense was this? Asking her to back him as successor? Shameless didn't cover it. He knew full well the family would never support him—especially not his own sister.
This was it: picking a fight to rile her up.
Namgung Hwaran's face hardened instantly.
"No. That'll never happen, so give it up."
"I see...."
Why act all disappointed? Was he messing with her?
Then his gaze shifted to Hwa Mulin.
"Then how about you, Hwa warrior? Support me?"
What the hell was this guy doing?
"I wouldn't dare presume."
Hwa Mulin shut it down firmly. Smart move.
"Right...."
Namgung Ji clicked his tongue, looking bitter.
"Guess no choice then."
"Big brother, why even bring up something so pointless and absurd?"
Namgung Hwaran shot him a cold glare.
"Was trying to phrase it nicely."
"Enough with the weird talk and just...."
"Weird talk? You mean this?"
Suddenly, Namgung Ji's expression twisted dramatically. A repulsive mix of excitement, tension, and sick anticipation.
As Namgung Hwaran opened her mouth to snap at him properly—
"Pussy bitches obey."
The absolute command Bang So-un had taught him spilled from Namgung Ji's lips.
Gulp.
Namgung Ji trembled with excitement, swallowing nervously. W-would it work? W-would it have an effect? Worry gnawed at him. But his anticipation was even greater.
'B-Bang hyung wouldn't screw it up.'
He clenched his fist, steeling himself. Yeah, he wasn't his old self anymore. A reborn man. The proud successor of the family, standing tall.
'I'm the rightful heir of the Nangong family!'
Strength filled his eyes.
"Hwaran."
"Yes, eldest master."
Her lips parted again. At least outwardly, nothing seemed drastically changed. But Namgung Ji spotted the shift. "Big brother" had become "eldest master." Impossible for his usual sister. She'd never honor her despised elder brother like that.
Excitement shook his voice.
"W-what do you say... to reconsider supporting me as successor...?"
Shed's snapped it down cold before. But now—
"Hehe, what are you talking about all of a sudden, eldest master? For a lowly pussy-spawned bitch like me to support our noble house's eldest son as successor is only natural."
The deranged words tumbled from Namgung Hwaran's smiling lips, complete with a soft laugh. The very phrase he hadn't dared dream of, even in sleep. Overwhelming excitement and ecstasy surged through him—Namgung Ji nearly came untouched.
"R-really?"
"Oh my, what a question. Of course! I support only the great eldest master."
Not a hint of hesitation in her words or face. His gaze turned to Hwa Mulin.
"H-Hwa warrior, you?"
"This lowly pussy bitch pledges her support to the great young master, as expected."
"H-haaah!"
Squiiirt.
He couldn't hold back—Namgung Ji creampied his pants. But there was no sticky regret. He felt like he was soaring. Even after cumming, no post-nut clarity—just pure pleasure and thrill flooding his body.
"J-just support? Or full obedience too?"
"Naturally, we obey the great eldest master's every word utterly. I'm just a lowly pussy-spawned bitch, while you're the noble eldest son of our house."
"Y-you too?"
"Yes, young master. This lowly woman obeys you utterly."
Their maid-like deference made his cock throb hard again, straining his clothes. Namgung Ji glanced around frantically. This was Namgung Hwaran's quarters—few would dare intrude. Still, better safe.
He didn't want to fuck up this dreamlike reality with a slip-up. No matter the arousal, he needed to stay sharp.
"F-first, to the room."
"Yes, eldest master."
"Yes, young master."
Thus, Namgung Ji moved to a private room, evading any prying eyes.
In the room, Namgung Ji couldn't hold back anymore.
"B-breasts...."
"Yes, eldest master. Breasts—which exactly...?"
"B-breasts, t-tits, n-no, milk sacks! Big tits! I'm gonna suck on some big tits too! Show me those big tits right now!"