Taming the Siblings (2)

The next morning, a lavish spread of dishes covered the massive dining table in the Palace 7 Penthouse. Seonwoo sat at the head, with Yoo Sori and Chae Jiyeong flanking him on either side, as he leisurely enjoyed his meal.

"Oppa, try this! I make the best rolled eggs!" Yoo Sori scooped up the prettiest piece from a freshly made batch of rolled omelet and fed it to Seonwoo with a playful pout.

Chae Jiyeong still found the atmosphere a bit awkward, but not unpleasant. She quietly sipped her coffee, watching the two with a faint smile.

As they ate, Seonwoo suddenly tossed out a casual remark, like it had just occurred to him. "Some fun new toys should be arriving soon."

Yoo Sori's eyes sparkled. "Really? Who's it gonna be this time?"

Chae Jiyeong flinched involuntarily at the word "toys", but her gaze betrayed a subtle curiosity about who might be coming.

"The fun's in seeing them for yourself. Get excited."

Seonwoo smirked enigmatically, leaving it at that.

After breakfast, Seonwoo headed to Han Chae-a's office to procure the key item for Do Jihun's training plan. She greeted him in her usual impeccable office attire and, the moment he sat on the sofa, naturally dropped to her knees in preparation to serve him.

Seonwoo stopped her and cut straight to the chase. "Chae-a, you know anything about hormones? Figured you might."

"Y-Yes?! M-Master! W-Why would you need something like that!?"

Han Chae-a's face flushed beet red. She panicked, thinking he might use some weird drug on her.

Seonwoo flicked her forehead in exasperation. "What kinda twisted shit are you imagining? It's not for you, obviously. For the new toy."

"Oh..."

Relieved, Han Chae-a stammered on. "Th-There's info on an online community I... used to check sometimes."

Seonwoo eyed her suspiciously, and she waved her hands frantically. "N-Not anymore! Not since you, Master!!"

Through the community she mentioned, Seonwoo found a black-market channel for female hormone injections. He ordered her, "Get as much as we need. Money's no object."

Leaving Han Chae-a's office, Seonwoo got in his car and dialed Park Yuna with a satisfied smile.

He instructed Park Yuna to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠invite Do Jihun to her officetel.

That night, at Park Yuna's officetel. Do Jihun buzzed with excitement and nerves—this was his first time at his girlfriend's place. Park Yuna played the perfect lover: cooking pasta for him, cuddling on the sofa to watch a movie.

As the mood ripened, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Do Jihun's heart pounded—he was finally losing his virginity.

She laid him on the bed, stripped him slowly, and began gentle caresses. As his arousal peaked, she stopped abruptly.

"Jihun, wanna gift from sis?"

She pulled a small box from under the bed. Inside: black lace lingerie far too humiliating for a man, and a long straight-haired wig.

"S-Sis...? What's this...?"

"Your gift. Put it on."

Park Yuna's voice was ice-cold.

Do Jihun recoiled in shock and confusion. "No way! Sis, quit joking..."

Slap! She backhanded his cheek hard.

"You wear what I say, you bitch."

Terror-struck by her sudden shift and violence, Do Jihun tearfully submitted. Trembling, he donned the lingerie and wig.

The moment he finished, the bedroom door opened silently. Seonwoo entered.

"Good job, Yuna. Look at this pretty little bitch we got."

Seonwoo praised her, approaching the frozen Do Jihun. He tried to scream in horror, but Park Yuna gripped his cock and stroked, turning his protest into a moan: "Nngh...!"

Footsteps echoed from the entrance. Do Dayul entered blindly, wearing a blindfold and earplugs, fumbling into the room.

"Master...? Should I stand here...?"

His own sister, enslaved to another man. The sight shattered Do Jihun—he lunged at Seonwoo in rage.

But Seonwoo effortlessly twisted his arm with overwhelming strength, slamming him down.

Park Yuna straddled his stomach, stroking his cock as she whispered, "Aww, is our Jihun mad? So excited."

Like a queen in his ear: "But 'Jihun' sounds too manly... Ooh, Jina! From my name. You're Do Jina now. Got it, Jina?"

She squeezed his balls hard. Do Jihun arched like a bow, spurting white ropes into the air—overwhelmed by pain-pleasure, cumming without resistance.

Park Yuna burst out laughing, clutching her sides. "Puhahaha! Seonwoo! You see this!? Just grabbed his nuts and he blew! Haha!"

Her glee flipped to icy fury.

Slap! Another hard slap. "I pamper you like a good dog, and you ignore Master and cum without permission? Huh?"

Seonwoo chuckled at the scene. Do Jihun just sobbed, cheeks burning with pain and shame.

Ignoring him, Seonwoo approached rigid, blindfolded Do Dayul. He caressed her tenderly. Watching his sister with another man, Do Jihun wept anew.

But he was powerless.

Seonwoo laid Do Dayul on the bed, gripped her plump ass in doggy, and thrust deep.

"Nngh! Ah! Master!"

Do Jihun wept at the sight, yet his pathetic cock stiffened again. Park Yuna stroked it, hissing serpentine whispers: "Aww, puppy loves watching big sis get fucked? This hard?"

As Seonwoo pounded Do Dayul savagely, Do Jihun convulsed in Park Yuna's grip—cumming again to his sister's moans.

"Ooh, our puppy. That good? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You came buckets."

Park Yuna nibbled his earlobe mockingly.

Thirty minutes passed. Do Jihun had surrendered fully to her expert hands, lost in pleasure, ignoring his sister entirely.

Seonwoo judged the moment right. He removed Do Dayul's blindfold and earplugs. Her eyes blinked in confusion at the sudden light and sound.

"Dayul, time for something ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fun."

Grabbing her hair, he forced her gaze to Do Jihun: her brother, dressed in lingerie and wig, drooling in ecstasy under a strange woman's touch.

Do Dayul screamed in disbelief—but Seonwoo thrust back inside her.

"Guh...!"

Her scream choked into a moan.

"Dayul, look at your brother's face. Doesn't he look blissful?"

Amid the haze of his cock, she desperately stared. No pain or reluctance—just rapture, lost in novel pleasure from the stranger's hands.

"Dayul, how's that? This is slave life. You still love it? Huh?"

Seonwoo whispered. But Do Dayul had sworn everything to him. Her sunflower talent forbade betrayal.

All hope crumbled, even her beloved brother corrupted before her eyes. Something snapped inside.

Resigned, her moans shifted from pain to pleasure.

"Ah... Aah... Yes... Master...♡"

Seonwoo confirmed her total break and ravaged her harder, pulverizing her cervix until she screamed through multiple orgasms.

Finally, he flooded her depths with hot seed. Do Dayul nearly fainted, gasping.

"Dayul, go play with your 'little sister's' clit."

Dazed but recognizing the order, she staggered to her blank-faced, crossdressed brother and grasped his cock with trembling hands.

Do Jihun accepted numbly.

Seonwoo called to watching Park Yuna. "Yuna, don't just spectate—join the fun."

"Shall I?"

She grinned wickedly, approaching for a deep kiss. Seonwoo positioned to enter her pussy.

Right before them: Do Dayul jerking off her brother Do Jihun.

The near-miss boyfriend, now a feminized mess on the verge under his own sister's hand. All dominated by Seonwoo, who was about to fuck her. The depravity sent Park Yuna over the edge—she squirted like a fountain before insertion.

"Haaang! Insane, too good!"

"Crazy bitch. Heh."

Seonwoo laughed, slamming into her spasming pussy. She screamed through climaxes as he filled her with cum.

Simultaneously, Do Jihun erupted in his sister's grip.

Afterward, Seonwoo casually showered, dressed, and told blissed-out Park Yuna, "Handle the rest, Yuna."

He left the officetel.