The Forbidden Kiss
"Drink!"
"Pour!"
Embarrassed by our hug, Ji-na started focusing intently on the booze. Whenever our eyes met, her face would turn beet red, and she'd whip her head away with a whoosh! sound. Before we knew it, a booze hound had possessed us both, and we kept knocking back drinks. Glancing at the time, it was well past 2 a.m.
"Hahaha~!"
"....."
We'd polished off a pair of soju bottles and a pair of beers—a total of four bottles between us. Any normal person would've been flat-out wasted hours ago. Superpowers for the win!
...But hold up, I'm a body enhancer, so that makes sense for me. But Ji-na...?
Did having any superpower just boost your liver function or something? I'd never gotten drunk with other superpowered folks, so who the hell knew. What the—? According to my original plan, Ji-na should've been slurring and incoherent by now. She was tipsy, sure, but still holding it together. Seriously, what gives?
After downing one more bottle each of soju and beer, Ji-na finally threw in the towel.
"Drink more."
"N-No... stop..."
"Huh?"
"I... can't drink anymore..."
"Alright, let's call it. Wanna head upstairs and crash?"
"Yeah..."
"I'll walk you up."
I stood, supporting Ji-na. Now!
As if on cue, I undid my sweatpants' drawstring. She didn't notice. Hands are faster than eyes, after all. Shlrk! With the string loose, the pants slid right down naturally.
As they dropped, my fluorescent-green panties came into view. They hugged my body tight, outlining my cock crystal clear. Poke! Thanks to Elis, I'd been rock-hard for a while. The head was peeking out over the waistband.
"....."
Of course, Ji-na—propped up against me—saw everything: pants dropping, cock head poking out. No denying it. I'd caught her pupils darting and shaking!
"C'mon, Ji-na, let's go."
"W-Wait a sec!"
Pretending I had no clue, I pulled her closer toward me. My tip nearly brushed her stomach, but damn, for a drunk girl, she dodged back with surprising agility.
"What the hell! Pull your pants up!"
"Pants? I'm already wearing pants—what're you—ugh? When the hell did these drop?"
I yanked them up like I'd just noticed, retying the drawstring loose enough to slip anytime.
"Let's go."
"I-I can walk myself!"
"Speak properly first. Your words are slurring. And you're wobbling. No arguments."
"No I'm not! I'm not drunk! I said I'm fine! I can walk alone!"
"Yeah, sure, next drunk on deck."
"Ugh! I mean it!"
Supporting her pouty, sober-denying ass, we headed upstairs—via the stairs, not the elevator. Why? Easier for pants to slip!
"....."
"Why so quiet?"
"W-What?!"
"Nothing."
I could feel Ji-na's body tense against my arm. Skinship while buzzed must've been embarrassing and flustering. Plus, she'd glimpsed my dick, even if just the tip.
We hit the seventh floor when it happened.
-Nngh... ahhnn...
"...Huh? Hear that?"
A moan leaked from Elis's room, and Ji-na somehow caught it. No hiding it—Elis was getting railed by me (Mark-three, technically).
"What sound?"
-Hic... haaang~
"From Elis's room right now..."
"What sound?"
"H-Hold on..."
To suss out the noise, I dragged her toward Elis's door—but pulled her into her room instead. They're having fun; let 'em. Time for our fun.
"Ugh~ wiped."
"Eek!"
Setting Ji-na on the bed, I toppled over too. But the position? Steamy. Her upper body face-down on the mattress, lower half dangling off. Basically doggy-prone. Fine so far.
The issue? Me.
"....."
"....."
I was draped over her, hard cock pressing right against her ass. Pants down, her in leggings—she felt every inch through the fabric.
Ppappal red flavor! So curious, honey! Her flushed ears had me humming that lyric. What flavor was Ji-na?
"...Get off already."
It took a while, but she finally spoke—voice trembling with tension.
"Ji-na."
"Eep...!"
Whispering low in her ear made her shiver hard.
"What're you doing? You're heavy—move."
She tried regaining composure, but no chance. Sober, she'd shake it off. Drunk? Impossible.
She didn't know: To amp my lust, I'd been banging Elis in her room daily, leaving my scent everywhere. Poor ventilation meant the air reeked of night-blooming flowers.
"I can't hold back anymore."
"...! W-What the hell are you saying?! W-We..."
My true colors out, her eyes went saucer-wide.
"Family? Blood-related? Sorry, that's not true."
"...What?"
"We're not blood-related."
"T-That can't...!"
The shocking birth secret revealed! Stunned, she stared up with quivering eyes.
"We grew up as siblings, but we're not related by blood. I'm adopted."
"No way!"
She didn't buy it—fair enough. Straight out of a trashy drama.
I wouldn't either.
Obviously a lie I'd cooked up. Before the party, I'd combed Bal Jeong-nam's memories—starting at age four, mere snapshots frozen in time.
Just 1% chance I wasn't Bal Ji-woon and Stephanie Yu's kid? Boom, trashy plot born. Grew up on drama central; even non-writers like me can whip up melodrama. Cold-like symptoms but incurable disease, chaebol birth secret—done.
"I buried my feelings. Thought it was wrong. But every time I saw you, they grew. Too big to hide."
"O-Oppa..."
Her eyes widened at my confession. I gripped her arm from the bed, sliding up to her chin, turning her face to mine. Bowed close—huge eyes, wet pink lips drawing nearer.
"....."
She didn't pull away.
*****
The instant our lips met, Ji-na lost all sense.
Not siblings...?
She knew it was wrong but loved her oppa. From sensitive teen years to now, that emotion lingered. Family, real brother—no, she couldn't ditch it. Just endure, hoping time fixed it.
But tonight, a miracle. A dream unfolding for real.
Dream...? No, real.
Warmth on her lips, her body—she couldn't tell. He loved her back! Her chest swelled.
"....."
"....."
Lips parted, a thin silver thread snapping between. No kids here.
"Oppa..."
"Don't call me oppa. Not your brother anymore."
"....."
Not her brother. That ignited her. She flipped, hugging tight—he crushed her small frame back.
A hot pillar pressed her stomach. Burning like fire.
"Ngh! Haa... hnng!"
Their kiss erupted like a volcano. Lips magnet-stuck, breath cut short. They'd break for air, then crash again.
"Hic...!"
His hand dove under her clothes, big palm cupping her tit over the bra. Heart pounding wild—hope he didn't hear.
"Haah... hnnng...!"
Each hip thrust felt like his cock plunging inside. Raw male hunger radiated.
I lifted Ji-na onto the bed proper, stripped shirt and panties, climbed on. Her legs spread naturally; I slotted between.
Shh-
"Haht...!"
Big hand grazed her secret spot over leggings. Gripping hips, he peeled them off panties-first. Shy, she covered her face.
Her privates bared.
Lick~
"Haaang!"
Tongue touch—body quaking. Hips bucked; dizzy moan escaped. Tried stifling, but impossible.
I lapped her pussy relentlessly. Soaked in juices, now in my spit.
Ready, I gripped my cock, rubbing her folds. Prodded the head in.
"Gonna put it in now."
"Haa... haa..."
His burning intent— she nodded, panting wordless.
Squelch!
"Haaaang~!"
Cock sank deeper. How long was it? Thought it was in—more followed. Stomach gonna pierce?
Thud!
"Hiiiik!"
Finally hilted—tip kissing womb entrance. Alien sensation; she screamed.
Squelch! Squish! Squelch!
I pistoned hard. Pulling back, ridge scraped walls; thrusting in, battered cervix.
"Uaa...! O-Oppa, I... I'm dying...! Hnnng~!"
Her body scorched—blood evaporating? Still, I huffed, hips slamming.
Hooked her springy thighs over shoulders, folded her half. Mating press classic.
Slamming down full force.
Thud!
"Hiiik!"
Tip hammered womb—intense, like it'd breach.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"...! ....!"
Pleasure so fierce, no moans—just mouth gaping.
"Gonna cum."
His whisper. Cum inside? Already dying—cum might knock her out.
"N-No...!"
Too late; lust ruled. Pulled back like withdrawing—then rammed full into womb, unleashing.
"HiiiIIIIING?!?!?!"
Semen flooded. Scalding—womb burning. She climaxed, squirting.
"A... aaaah..."
Faced with her fountain of juices, Ji-na blacked out.