Ecstasy, Gloom, and a Knife-Edge Crisis
Happiness, gloom, crisis imminent. Namgung Hwaran's collar gaped open under his fingers.
Through the gap peeked a yellow tit-cover. Below it, her moderately voluptuous tits were on full, unfiltered display—exactly the size Namgung Ji loved. And those beloved tits soon bared their naked flesh as the tit-cover slipped free and fell to the floor.
Namgung Hwaran shrugged off her fully unbuttoned top. At the sight, Namgung Ji's face twisted in near-exploding excitement, yet surprisingly, he didn't pounce right away. The memory of reaching for her only to get smacked down like a dog held him back.
"C-can I... touch them?"
"Of course, Big Brother. How could the lowly spawn of a bitch like your little sister refuse the noble firstborn heir? This wretched girl exists only to obey you."
Namgung Hwaran smiled as she replied, her tits and nipples fully exposed. Who could hold back?
Namgung Ji lunged like a beast starved for days. Thud! Namgung Hwaran's body toppled backward, and he mounted her. A position brimming with emotion. Why? It was the first time since their childhood days of vast power gap.
Now, his half-sister—the peak expert who'd always looked down on him endlessly—lay crushed beneath. "I'm on top! I'm on top!" Namgung Ji cried out, unable to contain his thrill.
Namgung Hwaran obligingly chimed in. "Yes, Big Brother is the heavens, and I'm just a doormat bitch on the floor."
Her self-debasing words surged his conquest high. "Right! I'm the sky! The sky over the Namgung family!"
Squeeze! Grip! His hands crushed her tits like they might shatter. A feast of soft, springy flesh overflowing his palms.
"Ahng... B-big Brother... g-gently, please..." Namgung Hwaran's eyes fluttered in pain.
"Don't be ridiculous. These tits are mine to knead however I want! Wring 'em like laundry or punch 'em like dough—my call!" For the first time, Namgung Ji exuded real swagger before his sister. The pitiful stray dog turned tiger cub in an instant.
"Ahk... Y-yes, you're right, Big Brother. This lowly sister will endure it properly."
Namgung Hwaran bore the pain with forced grit, a strange eroticism in her strain. Namgung Ji dove face-first into her tits. Smooch! Slurp! Smack! Smack! Smack! He suckled fiercer than a three-year-famished pup at its mother's teat. He devoured her nipples like he meant to inhale every shred of flesh.
"Eungh... ahng... ahh..." A moan escaped Namgung Hwaran—not quite pain. Untouched virgin until Bang So-un pierced her pussy, she was weak to a man's body. Namgung Ji clearly felt the nipple harden in his mouth.
His patience snapped. His hand slid toward her lower body—to strip her bare down there. But then.
Twitch. Instinct sensed danger, reining in his lust. His hand halted just above her waistband.
"Hoo... whew." Namgung Ji steadied his breath and cautiously asked, "Hey, if I touch near your perineum... like, your p-pussy or whatever..."
That instant.
"I'll kill you."
Her eyes fogged emotionless as she replied.
"Uhk?!"
"I'll kill you."
"..."
"Huh? W-what did I just say?" Emotions flooded back into Namgung Hwaran's gaze.
"N-nothing." Namgung Ji gave up immediately. Life trumped all. He slipped off his half-sister gingerly.
But he couldn't abandon the visual feast. "Ahem. Let's see that pussy of yours—been a while."
Not really. He'd watched Bang So-un ravage her mercilessly at Anwonjeong. But alone now? Worlds apart.
"Ah, my pussy, Big Brother? Please enjoy the view to your heart's content."
Namgung Hwaran smiled brightly, lying back as she slid down her pants. Whoosh. Down went the pants, revealing thin panties matching her tit-cover. Slip. Off came even those. Her fresh pussy unfurled before him—taut youthful flesh screaming temptation.
"S-spread it."
"Yes, Big Brother."
Namgung Hwaran spread her legs wide. Her pussy parted. And below it, the silver needle glinting at her perineum.
Sight of the needle made Namgung Ji flinch reflexively. "Damn it, for real."
"Pardon?"
"N-nothing." He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. No helping it. Accept and move on. That needle enabled this impossible paradise.
He understood Bang So-un's caution. 'Gotta be careful.'
Nothing solid yet. Stepmother untouched, heirship a pipe dream. Even if achieved, utmost secrecy. The world demanded it.
Wisdom dawned on Namgung Ji. He banished the thrusting urge, settling for alternative satisfaction. Whoosh. He yanked down his lower garments, underwear and all. His dangling cock flopped out.
"Suck it, Hwaran."
"Ahh... Big Brother's cute little cock."
Her eyes shimmered. "C-cough? C-cute?! Mine's solidly average at least...!"
Stunned by the shock. "Oh dear, why'd I say that...? It just feels so much smaller than that majestic cock in my memory... Anyway, let me serve your average cock, Big Brother."
"..."
Shrivel. His average cock wilted to a sad bow in seconds. He knew exactly which cock she unwittingly compared it to—Bang So-un's enviably massive one. Bitter defeat soured his mood.
"Huh? It shrank even more—like a string dick now?"
"Kkh?!"
"B-big Brother?"
And so Namgung Ji's grand first ecstasy ended on a gloomy note.
He dressed her neatly again. Cleanup had to be thorough. Then.
Namgung Hwaran blinked rapidly. "Oh, someone's coming."
Sensing footsteps outside.
"W-who?!" Namgung Ji blurted in panic.
"Hm, this presence... definitely Mother's."
"Whaaat?! M-Mother?!"
He clutched his head, howling unwittingly. Heart pounding wildly. Cold sweat drenched his back. The being he feared most in the world—appearing at the worst moment.
"Argh, shit! Disaster! No time for cleanup! I'm losing it!"
"Cleanup? What...?"
His innocent half-sister blinked guilelessly.
"Just—shut up and stay quiet! No time!"
"O-okay."
Namgung Hwaran's mouth sealed. His eyes darted like candle flames in wind. Plan was pristine cleanup, reset to normal, exit. No time now. Stepmother was close.
Creeeak! The outer door already opened. Footsteps approaching. She'd burst in soon.
Slap! Frantic, Namgung Ji smacked his own cheek to focus. 'Damn it, no choice. Trust the room setup!'
Bang So-un's powers were his only hope.
"Listen close, quick."
He lowered his voice. "Yes, Big Brother."
"Act like your usual self perfectly in front of Mother. No slip-ups. Got it?"
"Huh? My usual self? This is my usual..."
Perplexed expression. Namgung Ji's mind reeled.
"F-fuck. No, I mean..." He clawed his hair, then blurted, "Five days ago! Revert to exactly five days ago! Understand?"
"Ahh... five days ago. Come to think, that me was such an arrogant, foolish bitch. Thinking about it... so embarrassing." Her cheeks flushed.
"Y-yes! That's it! Act like that you!"
Relief lit his face.
"E-embarrassing, but for Big Brother... I'll do it."
"No half-assing—flawless and thorough!"
"Y-yes. I'll pour my all into it!"
No time to nod. His gaze whipped to Hwa Mulin. "You too, Hwa warrior bitch! Perfect act as five days ago!"
"Your command shall be executed without flaw, Young Master."
Her eyes burned like a warrior to battle. Namgung Ji exhaled slight relief. Now, pure faith. Pray Bang So-un's hypnosis fooled even stepmother.
"Shiiit, dodged a bullet. If I'd cum..." Semen stench lingered despite cleanup. Instant bust, life over. Gratitude swelled for Bang So-un. No safety net? He'd have blasted her pussy raw, dooming himself before the fun began.
Thanks to Hwaran too. If not for "string dick"... f-fuck, still too far.
"Hoo... whew." Deep breaths, composing his face.
Right then.
Rattle! The door flew open without warning.