Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: The Ending Where Everything is Stolen from the Protagonist (3)
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My little sister's hand roamed frantically over my lower body.
"Ah, so this is what Oppa looks like down here..."
On the screen, Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk was peeling off his girlfriend's clothes layer by layer.
Plop, drop, thud. The sounds of clothes hitting the floor echoed. The first two were her top and bottoms falling, and the duller sound later was my pants sliding down.
"Haha, Oppa's is kinda cute... hehe."
Areum whispered in my ear as she fiddled with my cock. Her low voice seemed to resonate right inside my ear.
Even as I listened to my little sister's enchanting voice, I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen.
Jung Jin-hyuk was forcibly guiding his girlfriend's hand to touch his grotesque penis.
"Um, Instructor? Could you please not force her like this?" I cautiously voiced my concern.
"Hm? Haha, this is the cock that's about to explore every inch of Cadet So-mi's body soon. Wouldn't it be good for her to get acquainted beforehand?"
"...I'm fine, honey."
So-mi said that, but having known her for so long, I could tell. She was lying.
Even when she failed that exam she'd prepared for ages, or when her family's relatives scammed them and foreclosure notices went up on their house, she'd smile weakly just like that.
And say, 'I'm fine.'
Seeing her lie like this, pushing herself to help me grow... it twisted something deep inside me.
Even as her fingertips trembled in fear, So-mi squeezed her eyes shut and slowly brought her hand to his cock, following the instructor's orders.
"This is the tip of the cock that will take Cadet So-mi's virginity."
"Ugh, i-is it...?" Jung Jin-hyuk forced her fingers onto the glans.
She tried to pull away in disgust, but the difference in strength was overwhelming. She had no choice but to keep groping his penis.
Her hand was enveloped in his, so when he gripped it, hers clenched alongside.
In the end, her soft, dainty hand wrapped around Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk's shaft.
"If it goes in this deep, it'll scrape the most sensitive nerves right at the entrance of her vagina—that spot that feels the best."
"...No need to explain that crap."
Ignoring my girlfriend's words, Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk continued his explanation.
He kept holding her hand and slid it down, until it reached the base where the shaft met his ballsack.
"Ugh...!"
"If something this long gets fully shoved in, it'll stimulate all the way to the back of her womb."
"You'll get pleasures from normal sex with your boyfriend that you'll never feel again."
"Don't talk to me."
Terrified yet resolute, my girlfriend refused to engage with him.
It felt like she was showing him—and me—that she was only here for my sake.
"Being in the same space as you... it's all just for Namei...!"
"Ha, that's some touching devotion."
As if her resolve was amusing, the instructor deftly stripped off So-mi's underwear.
With a quick cross of his fingers, he unhooked her bra and began fondling her breasts.
"Nice teardrop shape. They feel so soft and squishy in my hands—super arousing tits."
"Ugh, groping those useless fat lumps will just hurt, you know."
As expected, Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk knew nothing about So-mi. She hated his rough pawing at her chest.
And now, this man who knew nothing about her was about to steal my girlfriend.
A heavy gloom filled my heart.
My precious girlfriend, So-mi.
She'd been my guiding light in tough times, comforting me whenever life felt unbearable.
What was the point of getting stronger if it meant losing her? No matter how much it was for my growth, I couldn't wrap my head around it.
Was it right to get hard watching her get violated in ways she'd never shown me before?
"I-Instructor, maybe we should stop this after—"
"...Ah, now's the time."
Areum, who'd been watching my face closely, grabbed the onahole and suddenly jerked my cock with it.
"Hngh, ugh...! S-Suddenly, what... the...?"
Areum grinned and explained.
"When Oppa makes that demon face, the instructor said to comfort you with this."
She kept kneading the outside of the onahole with her small hand as she went on.
"Oppa, do you know what this thing does?"
"...No idea. I can tell it's an artifact, though..."
I could sense the mana rippling—it was no ordinary item, but one with a specific function.
"Hehe, you got it right away. This artifact sucks out all of Oppa's [negative emotions]."
"Negative... emotions...?"
I endured the pleasure surging from my lower half as best I could and asked her to explain.
"Yeah, for Oppa to become a proper netorare masochist, we gotta minimize that resistance during the process, right? So the instructor made this himself."
"When you feel good from this, it turns all those gloomy, nasty feelings into sticky, lowly pleasure...♥"
She jabbed at my shaft with the onahole while kindly explaining its function.
"Once all the bad emotions are squeezed out, you'll get off on stuff like this and become a true netorare masochist...♥"
Sure enough, the sticky depression and despair I'd felt moments ago were gone.
"You should thank the instructor. Your emotional outburst almost ruined this moment."
The gloomy anguish I'd harbored until just now was fading away.
More like, every time my little sister squeezed the onahole tight, it wrung those feelings out of me too.
I readily agreed with her and thanked the instructor.
A slight doubt lingered, but she had a point.
"Thank you, Instructor Jung...?"
"Haha, what do I deserve thanks for? It's just my duty as your guiding instructor."
He kept fondling So-mi's breasts as he spoke.
"Awakening my students' talents is my obligation."
"Hngh...!"
He toyed with her nipples and grinned at me.
"...This spot's sensitive, huh? Feeling it in your tits is a talent too, Cadet So-mi."
"Sh-Shut... up... ngh...!"
"Hey now, watch your language, Miss So-mi."
Her defiance was quelled by Instructor Jung's hands, now slowly mapping her erogenous zones.
Her face, flushed red only from anger before, now burned with a mix of rage, pleasure, and humiliation.
As her boyfriend, I should have been furious seeing him force pleasure on her like this... but every shake of the onahole from my sister made such thoughts impossible.
Instead, only pure pleasure remained. Yeah, with this artifact, even a guy like me who cherishes his girlfriend could become a [netorare masochist].
I could brazenly get aroused watching her treated like a sex toy.
"...Shall we move to the next step?"
Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk, lying on the bed, positioned So-mi to straddle him facing him, legs spread.
His rigidly erect, grotesquely massive cock pressed firmly against her soft lower belly.
"...Pervert."
So-mi pushed it away from her belly with her hand, looking troubled.
"From now on, I'll take all of Cadet So-mi for you?"
"...Namei..."
She looked toward me beyond the screen, pleading for help. My chest ached, my head spun.
It's not too late—stop this now...!
"Haha, Oppa's cock is so cute. Nothing like the instructor's...♥" Just then, lost in turmoil, my sister mocked my cock and shook the onahole.
"Getting this excited thinking about your girlfriend getting stolen...?" She spun it rapidly, slamming rough pleasure into me.
At the same time, the negative emotions vanished.
"...Th-Thank... you..."
"...Ah...." So-mi's eyes glazed over. Like a dying ember of hope, her faint resistance ceased, and she began yielding her body to the instructor's will.
"Wanna kiss?"
So-mi nodded blankly.
The feel of her lips, known only to me... now the instructor knew it too.
"Smack...♥ Mmmwah...♥" A light peck turned into something more intense.
"Mmmph...♥ *Haa* smack♥ T-Tongue...♥ No...♥"
Her soft tongue was ravished, twisted together forcefully. A fierce French kiss. As I imagined the sensation and grew excited, my sister licked my ear and taunted me.
"Oppa's cock is pathetic...♥ Still standing so shamelessly while your girlfriend gets fucked...♥"
"Deep down, you love this, right? Not some act—you really wanna see Sis So-mi get railed by a 'real man'...♥"
Even if it was a lie for my netorare masochist training, hearing this should instinctively anger me. But the onahole sucked even that away.