Yggdrasil (2-41): Happy Scenes for Her Brother

Han Yeo-reum had always thought of Han Bom as a burden his entire life.

When they were little, she stuck to him and drove him crazy.

Once she got a bit older, she nagged him half to death.

And when she got even older, she started throwing punches and kicks right in his face.

But through it all, Han Yeo-reum learned one thing for certain.

Annoying as she was, Han Bom was doing a damn good job of playing the older sister.

And so Han Bom was always trying to keep Han Yeo-reum under control.

Back when Han Bom was at her most irritating, he'd once talked about her with his friends.

"Hey, if you want her that bad, give me ten million won and I'll let you have her once."

He had said it simply because he wanted to show off.

In truth, his goal was to get some man entangled with Han Bom.

It wasn't that he actually intended for her to sell her body for ten million won; he just wanted to introduce her to some guy who was greedy enough to pay that amount.

Even Han Bom, he figured, would get distracted once she had a boyfriend and stop bugging him.

And that… came true.

"Thanks a fucking ton. For giving me Han Bom…. You're the greatest benefactor of my life."

Sung Su-ho taunted Han Yeo-reum in a voice laced with mockery, quiet enough that Han Bom wouldn't hear, then drove his cock back into her pussy.

The two of them launched into round two.

Schlick, schlick, schlick….

(Haaang! Ajeossi! So good! Your cock tastes so fucking good!)

(Han Bom, you're not some experienced slut, are you? You've gotten way too addicted.)

(Don't say that! You're my first, Ajeossi! Haaaang! So good! Nnngh! I can't live without your cock anymore!)

Han Bom took Sung Su-ho's cock while spouting filthy words to get him going.

And those filthy words of hers dragged Han Yeo-rum even deeper into hell.

'Don't… Han Bom, you're not… you're not that kind of girl… not for some piece of shit like Sung Su-ho….'

When Min Ha-yeon had come out after being raped, Han Yeo-reum had experienced hell.

But Han Bom was sending him to hell with her words alone.

With nothing but her voice, she was plunging him into the deepest pit of hell.

(Haaang! This feels so good! What do I do! This feels so good!!!)

(Huh? I've got Ha-yeon, so today's the last time. I don't think I can do this after today. You should go find some other guy.)

Anyone who heard Sung Su-ho's words would know he was shredding a woman's pride to pieces.

He was telling a woman who claimed to love him that he was just playing with her and would toss her aside.

But Han Bom didn't stop moving her hips. Instead she wrapped her legs around his pelvis and begged.

(No! Please, I beg you! Haah... a second... no... I don't care if I'm just a fuck-buddy you play with! I don't want any man other than you, Ajeossi!)

(Haha! That is pretty tempting.)

Han Bom strained with every humiliating act she could muster to capture Sung Su-ho's heart.

And the harder she tried to hold onto him, the deeper she dragged Han Yeo-reum into hell.

"Don't! Please!! Han Bom!!! Han Bom!!!"

Unable to hear Han Yeo-reum's screams at all, Han Bom started showering Sung Su-ho with kisses.

(Chuuup! Churrup! Haah! Haaang! Your lips feel so good, Ajeossi!)

(The more I look at you, Han Bom, the more charm you have. Almost a waste to just use you and throw you away.)

(Haaang! I'm gonna cum! Ajeossi! I'm gonna cum!!)

(Then I'll cum too!)

With those words, Sung Su-ho started jackhammering even faster.

"No!!! No!!! That bastard is lying to you!! Stop!! Han Bom!!!"

As if answering Han Yeo-reum's call, Han Bom cried out.

(Oppa! Oppa!!)

"…?"

(I don't need Oppa!! Let's run away together, just us two! All I need is you, Ajeossi!!)

(Khh! I'm cumming!!)

(Nnnngh!)

'Fuck!!!!!!'

Sung Su-ho recklessly buried himself in Han Bom's hips as he convulsed.

Han Bom fainted as she took his cum into her womb, and Han Yeo-reum fainted as he unloaded a massive load into his own pants.

Khh….

'Hoo… Han Bom… she's seriously something else.'

Han Bom was, without exaggeration, the best woman I'd ever had.

A valley without a single weed, well-hidden pink labia minora and clitoris, and a fucking gorgeous face.

Her small breasts were actually a plus.

Most of the women I'd met had big chests, so I found myself drawn to the small ones instead.

Rarity!

With that rare body of hers, Han Bom ranked among the absolute top-tier women for me right now.

Not that I'd say that to her face over the comms….

I laid the unconscious Han Bom on a rock for a moment after two consecutive rounds, then set up a tent.

After that, I moved her inside and laid her down.

Once I'd roughly cleaned up, I retrieved the recorder and stepped out of the cave.

I closed my eyes and muttered.

"Come out."

"…."

Rustle!

At my call, a masked thug leapt down from a tree and landed softly.

Do these bastards actually train for this kind of shit on purpose?

I laughed inwardly as I handed over the recorder.

"Take this to your leader, and keep standing by around me. Got it?"

"…Yes."

I couldn't see his full expression under the mask, but he was looking at me with eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Even if it was an order from a superior, taking all kinds of commands from some guy he'd just met couldn't feel great.

Well, his feelings aren't my problem….

"Ah, and give me more recorders."

"…Yes."

I received two red gems.

The masked guy took all my orders and vanished into the forest.

Watching the masked figure disappear with the gem, I shouted inwardly.

'Han Yeo-reum! I filmed the shit out of that! Watch carefully! Puhahahaha!'

I cheered inside. Just thinking about Han Yeo-reum being forced to watch that video made my cock swell to the point of exploding.

I wanted to go at Han Bom again.

But I handed control over to my brain first and thought calmly.

'So what now….'

For Min Ha-yeon, Yang Ji-hyeon had said she would handle it.

"Once Min Ha-yeon and I arrive at the village, I'll claim my body's in bad shape and keep her stuck there for a while."

So Min Ha-yeon would end up staying in the village.

No matter how proactive and decisive she was, going into a dungeon alone wouldn't be easy.

Yang Ji-hyeon said that if anything came up, she would contact her organization members and notify me immediately, so there was nothing to worry about.

And she'd given her people strict orders.

"As you instructed, I'll make sure that Han Yeo-reum bastard can't kill himself no matter what. And I'll explain the situation ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you want thoroughly."

"You sure I can trust that? That Boris guy seems pretty clueless…."

"I-I'll drill it into him firmly! He only got done in because his opponent was you, Sung Su-ho-nim. His skills and sense of responsibility are solid."

"Hmm…. Alright."

Yang Ji-hyeon still seemed to have feelings for that Boris guy, separate from the subjugation.

Come to think of it, the subjugation ability wasn't a skill with one-hundred-percent compulsion.

Even the concept of granting my requests would probably have a high chance of refusal if it involved that Boris guy.

The element that would break through that and gradually corrupt her would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be the chastity wall….

But if her mental fortitude was high and she really liked that Boris guy, it wouldn't be easy.

'Once I get to Sutra, I should look into mana drain magic circles.'

For now, at the stage where she still thought of me as the former head of the organization, it wouldn't be a big problem.

The issue was the situation of getting found out later.

If I get found out later… well, I'll figure something out.

'Ah, right!'

A memory suddenly flashed through my mind, and I opened my mouth.

Let's learn Bullet Time while we're at it.

I had some spare Enel right now, and even if it was a probability-based skill, you never knew how things would turn out in this world.

I immediately learned Bullet Time and raised it straight to level 10.

After learning the skill, I went back into the cave.

Inside the tent, Han Bom was sleeping soundly, breathing softly.

Wearing only her top, she was shamelessly displaying her lower half to me, smiling faintly in her sleep.

I still had some time left.

I planned to spend some enjoyable time with Han Bom for a while.

The only regret was that while I wasn't hoping for a penthouse, it would've been nicer to stay somewhere good like the hotel in the waiting village.

No matter how cozy you made a tent, this was still a cave in the end.

Fortunately, it didn't reek like a sewer or have poor ventilation.

It had been made as a safe zone to begin with, so there wasn't any particular smell.

I lay down next to Han Bom and stroked the head of the faintly smiling girl.

'Armonia. How many days left?'

'More left than I thought. Shouldn't be any problems.'

I didn't need to fill all six… no, all five days anyway.

Leaving a few days of leeway, returning to the ship, and resting was a good approach too.

'Alright then. Shall I film some more footage of the little sister's happy moments to send to Han Yeo-rum.'

I set up the recorder I'd just received in the corner of the tent, then slowly lowered the hand that had been stroking Han Bom's hair.

My hand slipped sneakily under her white T-shirt.

Like a tentacle, my hand clung tight to Han Bom's body as it climbed — starting from her abdomen, it soon reached her breasts.

And once it arrived at her chest, a faint heat registered in my palm.

Her nipples were already wet.

"Looks like I'll need to milk these once every two or three days."

I slowly lifted Han Bom's top. Without stripping the T-shirt off completely, I just hiked it up so only her breasts were exposed.

"Hnnn…."

The aftereffects from fainting earlier must have been severe — even after fondling her breasts several times, she showed no sign of waking.

Han Bom's breasts were swollen taut with milk.

Small as they were, they felt completely full inside.

And the breast milk coating her nipples was a pale yellow, soaking the area around her chest.

The milk on her breasts caught the light and made them gleam all the more.

Rather than just kneading them with my hands, I decided to clean around her breasts with my tongue first.

I stuck my tongue out long and licked a broad stroke from the underside of Han Bom's breast upward.

"Haaah… hnn… haang…."

Every time I gave a long lick, Han Bom flinched and milk squirted from her nipple with a soft spurt.

I cleaned her left breast thoroughly and marked it with my saliva at the same time.

But milk flowed from her nipple again, washing away the spit I'd applied.

"This won't do. Gotta suck it once. Slurp…"

"Haaang! Nngh! Khh!"

The moment her nipple was claimed by my lips, Han Bom started moaning.

The stolen nipple was mercilessly toyed with by my lips and tongue.

"Nngh… haah… hnnngh!"

Just tasting her nipple with my tongue was enough to make Han Bom moan and thrash her body around.

It was amazing she still didn't wake up through all of that.

I finished sucking her left breast dry, then did the right one as well.

I licked all around her chest until it was clean.

And I recorded every second of the process.

'…Hmm, this is a bit weak.'

Compared to the videos already on the recorder I'd handed over, there was nothing particularly stimulating about this.

Sure, from Han Yeo-reum's perspective, just watching this would make him go berserk….

As I looked down at Han Bom, her pussy caught my eye.

While I'd been sucking her nipples, love juices had been slowly leaking out, making the area around it glisten and shine.

And a brilliant idea popped into my head.

"This won't do. I want to drink a bit more."

With those words, I flipped Han Bom's body over.

Han Yeo-reum was shedding tears, the sticky sex scene between Sung Su-ho and Han Bom burned into his brain.

But though he cried, he couldn't make a sound.

'Please… just kill me….'

It was hell.

Unable to speak… unable to move… he'd been lying in the same position for about ten hours.

Whenever he thought he might die like this, one of the masked men would come and shove food into his mouth.

'Don't put it in! Don't put it in!! Ueeegh!'

He wanted to vomit, but even the muscles of his esophagus wouldn't obey him.

And they never forgot to sprinkle paralysis poison powder into his nose either.

"Hmm… it went in properly. Don't worry. Your internal organs aren't affected by the paralysis poison. You won't die from indigestion."

'Kill me!!! Just fucking kill me!! You son of a bitch!!!'

The one feeding him and sprinkling paralysis powder into his nostrils was the man called Boris.

A guy who looked for all the world like the leader of this place was personally handling such menial work.

"I'll keep you alive until we catch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the other two."

Boris muttered that and pulled a red gem from his inventory.

"From the looks of it, the one who ran off seems like a clueless bastard too. Leaving something like this behind by accident…."

Boris started staring hard at Han Yeo-reum. Han Yeo-reum had a pretty good idea what he was about to do.

Han Yeo-reum's pupils dilated until they nearly swallowed the whites of his eyes.

'N-no… d-don't… please… I'm begging you….'

Han Yeo-reum pleaded.

With his eyes, his heart, his chest… he poured every ounce of sincerity into a silent plea.

Did his plea get through?

Boris let out a laugh from under his mask and opened his mouth.

"Looking forward to it, are we? Fine. I'll play it for you."

'No!!! Don't!!! Don't show me!!! Fuck!!! Please!! Please!!!'

Boris started the video and immediately left the area.

Sung Su-ho appeared in Han Yeo-reum's eyes, freely fondling and playing with the sleeping Han Bom's breasts without hesitation.

He sucked her breasts, drank her milk, and groped her body all over, toying with her.

While she slept, Han Bom was subjected to humiliating acts by a strange man.

But if there was a silver lining, while Han Yeo-reum's heart felt like it was being wrung out, it didn't feel like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it was bursting.

Compared to the videos he'd already seen, the intensity was lower — so rather than despair, it became an opportunity to fill himself with rage.

'I'm going to kill you… Sung Su-ho… no matter what it takes… I'll kill… huh?'

He thought the video would end once Sung Su-ho finished drinking the milk.

But Sung Su-ho looked at Han Bom's breasts, which no longer produced any milk, and muttered.

"This won't do. I want to drink a bit more."

'…What?'

As Han Yeo-reum wondered inwardly, Sung Su-ho flipped Han Bom's body over with a lewd grin.

"If it won't come out, I'll just force it out. If I work her pussy a bit, won't it gush?"