Chapter 178: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 178: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (2)[R-18]
Knead, squeeze—
“Poporing, do you understand? What you did wasn't an investment; it was just gambling. An investment is about preparing for the future with effort and knowledge, not betting everything on a moment of luck.”
“Heugh...!♥...Haa..!♥..I..Ian... Oppa..!...Ha..Hngh..!♥”
“Sure, if you're lucky, you might win once or twice at gambling. But look at you now. You lost everything with just one failure. That’s what gambling is.”
Knead, squeeze—
I was giving Poporing advice, but I was also reminding myself.
‘You didn't value contraceptives either.’
Looking at what I’d been doing lately, I wouldn't have a leg to stand on if someone shoved a pregnancy test with two lines in my face while saying those exact words.
Of course, most of the raw creampies happened on safe days, but...
The probability of pregnancy skyrockets just by not using protection.
‘I need to be more careful.’
Just because she didn't get pregnant after 100 raw creampies doesn't mean she won't on the 101st.
“Of course, I know that a raw creampie feels much better, but...”
“...Heugh?♥”
The words slipped out.
“Ahem, anyway, living an honest life might seem slow and foolish at first. But if you keep working hard and build up small achievements one by one, you'll definitely find a better path. So, don't run away from reality just because it's hard; you have to face it and fight.”
“K-heugh!♥..I...I understand!♥...I g-get it!♥...I'll... try!♥. Oh, ho-heugh?!...♥ W-wait.. O-oppa.... Let go..!..Ot!..♥ Ogh?!♥... N-now.. r-really..♥... Heugh!... Ah!♥... K-heugh..!♥”
“See. Even now, you're trying to run away instead of fighting back.”
Press—!
I pushed Poporing’s nipples, which were trying to pop out insolently without permission, back down under the areolas.
“Ah!!♥... N-no..!♥ I can't... t-take... any m-more!♥ Ah... Aaah!... Heugh-aaat..!♥♥”
At the same time, Poporing’s head snapped back, and her shoulders trembled violently.
Shiver, shiver—
“I... Ian!... O... Oppaaaaa..♥♥”
A sweet breath escaped Poporing’s parted lips, and she looked at me with half-lidded eyes as if craving something.
‘...How did it end up like this?’
At first, I really just intended to use a bit of shock therapy to snap her out of it without any ulterior motives...
But Poporing’s ‘Troll Sack’ felt so perfect in my hands that I ended up kneading them for over an hour.
‘I have to stop here.’
I was a man who knew how to draw the line.
It was one thing if I touched them unconsciously, but I couldn't keep going once I was aware of it.
Leaving a lingering sense of regret behind, I took my hands off Poporing’s sweat-soaked breasts and continued.
“You should understand by now. You know I'm only saying these things for your own good, even if it sounds like nagging, right?”
“Heugh...! Haa!.... Haah!... Heugh...♥ Y-yes... I... I know..♥”
“The reason I massaged your breasts just now is because you're like a younger sister to me. They say a little skinship strengthens the bond between siblings. You want to get along with me too, right, Poporing?”
Instead of answering, Poporing nodded with dazed eyes.
Of course, since I’m an orphan, I don’t actually know if it’s okay for an older brother to touch his younger sister’s breasts.
How would I know when I’ve never had a sister?
But that’s how it was in the [Smiling Siblings to Spouses Pipeline.jpg] I saw on the Gallery, so it had to be true.
Otherwise, I’d just be a sexual harasser who massaged Poporing’s breasts for an hour for no reason.
“Well, that’s a relief then. So, when do you have to vacate the shop?”
I poured water from the kettle on the counter and handed it to Poporing.
“Ah?... T-thank you... T-that is...”
Light returned to Poporing’s eyes as she gulped down the water.
“By the day after tomorrow... I... I have to... empty it... K-heugh!... If I don't... by then... they... they'll just... throw... everything away... Heugh-k-heugh..!”
“...The day after tomorrow?”
It was a total mess.
Even if Poporing’s shop wasn't that large, a shop was still a shop.
It had way more stuff than a regular house.
Glance—
“You have to clear all this out by the day after tomorrow...”
“Yes... K-heugh-heugh!”
Even at a glance, there was no way Poporing could move all this by herself by then.
Shaking my head, I let out a deep sigh and said,
“Sigh.... Fine. I’ll help you move the stuff for now.”
“H-heugh?... R-really?... Ian.. Oppa... you'll help me?”
“Yeah. Where’s your house?”
“Ah... that... that is... K-heugh!”
When I asked for her address, Poporing spoke again with a tearful voice.
“...I... I don't have one.”
“You don't have what?”
“I... I don't have... a house.”
“...You don't have a house?”
“Yes... K-heugh!.. I don't...”
“You had one.”
“Yes... but... Heugh.. I don't anymore... It's just... gone.”
“...Poporing, what are you talking about?”
At the follow-up question, Poporing finally couldn't hold back her tears and they began to fall.
“...Heugh..!.. I... I can't... say!!... If I do...!... Heugh-k!.. Ian Oppa... will... hit me again.. K-heugh!”
“....”
I felt a bit wronged by that.
As much as I value gender equality and don't discriminate when it comes to who I swing my fists at, it didn't mean I just hit anyone.
“I won't hit you, Poporing.”
“R-really?... You really... won't hit me?.. K-heugh...”
“Yeah, I really won't. I promise. So tell me.”
Only after we linked pinkies did Poporing finally open her mouth.
“...Heugh-k!... T-that... even... this month's... rent!... I... put it all... into stocks!.... B-but!.. Y-yesterday.. the landlady... said... the deposit... was already... used up!... and she... yelled at me... to pay... this month's... rent...!”
“....”
“...K-heugh!... I... I asked her... to wait... a few days... but she said no!... So... I... I got... angry.. K-heugh!!.. B-back then!... It had really... gone up to... 240 million... Eris... so I... shouted... that I'd leave... this crappy house... right now!!... A-and... I really... got kicked out!!”
Whack—!
“Gasp!”
I had promised not to hit her, but like a star pulled by a massive gravitational force, Poporing’s trashiness was so powerful that my hand moved on its own.
“Te-aaaaang!! I-Ian... Oppa... hit me... again!... K-heugh...!!.. You... you promised... you wouldn't!!.. K-heugh-heugh!!”
“Sorry, Poporing, I’m really sorry.”
“Heugh!.. We even... linked... pinkies... I-Ian... Oppa is... a l-liar!... K-heugh-heugh...!!”
I apologized to Poporing sincerely.
Actually, it was only because the women around me were so exceptional; if you thought about it, Poporing was above average.
‘...Wait, is she really above average?’
Poporing running a shop by herself at a young age was impressive, but blowing it all like that was insane no matter how I looked at it.
“K-heugh...!!.. I... I trusted you!!.. I trusted Ian Oppa!!. Heugh-k-heugh..!... M-my... my life... is over now!.. K-heugh!”
Even if it was her own doing, seeing Poporing crying so pitifully made a sigh escape my lips.
‘I can't exactly let her live on the streets.’
Look at Poporing’s T-shirt; it was soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin.
And since she happened to be wearing a white T-shirt, her inverted nipples were clearly visible.
How could I let a girl like that sleep on the streets?
“Tsk, you’re not even wearing a bra.”
“Heugh...? K-heugh...? The... bra... Ian Oppa... took it off... earlier...”
“That’s not important.”
I declared as I stuffed the bra, which still carried Poporing’s scent, into my pocket.
Who cares who took off the damn bra?
The important thing is that Poporing is hot!
“K-heugh...!!.. Heugh-aang!!”
Healthy brown skin, a large Troll Sack that didn't match her short stature, and a personality that burst into tears easily when pushed hard yet couldn't refuse.
There wasn't a single part of her that wasn't a turn-on.
‘Hmm, it would be very dangerous for a hot girl like Poporing to sleep outside...’
It was a scary world where even the Imperial Princess could get raped.
In such a world, a girl like Poporing sleeping rough would be more dangerous than putting a rabbit in a cage of hungry lions.
‘...I really have no choice.’
Therefore, as Poporing’s ‘Oppa’ and ‘Investor,’ this was an unavoidable choice.
“Poporing.”
“...K-heugh!.... Y-yes... Ian... Oppa.”
“Pack your things for now. We don't have time if we want to get everything out by the day after tomorrow.”
“Heugh-e?... B-but.... K-heugh.. I... don't have... a place... to put... my stuff...!”
“I’ll let you stay at my place for a while, so pack up.”
Poporing’s eyes widened at those words.
“Heugh-e?... R-really?.. Ian Oppa... is that... r-really okay?”
“You said you don't have a place to sleep. Or do you have somewhere else to stay?”
“Heugh... T-that... isn't it... but...”
“Then, let’s go to my house for now.”
“T-thank... thank you!”
Honestly, I wasn't sure if this was okay, but one thing was certain: if Evelyn found out, there would be hell to pay.
‘Well, then I just shouldn't get caught.’
I packed the bags while mentally forming a plan to keep Evelyn away from the house for a while.
*
Swoosh—
Poporing, covered in shampoo bubbles, felt her heart racing.
Naturally, since it was the shampoo Ian Oppa used, it smelled like him.
‘...I-is this for real?’
Just this morning, she had been worrying about where to sleep, but she never imagined she’d end up living with Ian Oppa.
She pinched her cheeks several times to see if it was a dream, but it was definitely reality.
Creek—
A short while later, Poporing finished her shower and came out with a towel wrapped around her head.
“Are you done washing?”
“Y-yes!... I-I'm all done... T-thank... you! Ian.. Oppa...”
“Right, you’re tired, aren't you? You can sleep in the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa over there.”
“A-ah, no..!... Ian... Oppa... you should... sleep in the bed...”
“It’s fine. We have to wake up early tomorrow to move your stuff, so get some rest.”
With that, Ian went into the bathroom with his hands in his pockets.
“...Heugh-e?.. R-really.. in the bed?”
Look left— Look right—
Even though she knew no one else was there, Poporing looked around for some reason before hopping onto the bed.
“Eu-heugh!... Sniff, sniff...!”
Naturally, the blankets were filled with Ian Oppa’s scent.
‘Heugh-he-heng...!♥ It... it feels like... I'm being... hugged... by Ian... Oppa..!♥’
Poporing buried her face in the pillow and nuzzled it, the corners of her mouth curling up into a wide grin.
‘Ah! Wait a minute...!’
After rolling around for a while, Poporing seemed to remember something. She opened the Gallery and started writing a post.
[Author: Anonymous (74.825)]
[Started cohabiting with my boyfriend, rate my life?][0]
Sigh... I told him it was too early, but my boyfriend begged so much that I had no choice but to move in with him, haha.