Step-Sister's Midnight Blowjob?!
I stared at my phone like I wanted to bore a hole through it. The message was insane. Is this for real? I'd seen all kinds of crazy bastards, but this took the cake.
A hollow laugh escaped me. The grammar felt off somehow, unnatural, but the intent was crystal clear. This fucker's so transparent.
"What kind of psycho is this?"
I checked the number. It looked weird. Not your standard format. I tilted my head. "Ah, shit. What the hell is this number? 05-0282849... Does a number like this even exist?"
It was a structure I'd never seen before. Calling it felt like I'd get hacked on the spot. Just to be safe, I turned on my phone's internet and searched it. Nothing came up. Questions swirled in my mind.
Who the hell is this? From the message, sounds like a stalker prick.
Sending a text like this at this hour? With that kind of dedication, he could've succeeded at anything. So-na and I had a great time eating and drinking, but this soured the end of it.
Hold up. How'd he get my number?
Even in Korea, where personal info is treated like dirt, how'd a stalker nail mine specifically? I ran both hands through my hair. And he knew exactly that.
Something's off. Stalker? Yeah, probably.
The content screamed it. The issue was how he got my number. I replayed my day. Then it hit me like a flash.
Oh, wait. Yeah, he could've.
Today, as So-na's temp manager, I'd gone into the hall and filled out the visitor form with my name and number. Realizing that, I let out a heavy sigh. I'd handed it over myself.
"Ha, fuck."
But there was no choice. They wouldn't let me in without it. Faking it? They checked every one. Makes sense for a legit agency with a named model.
These guys play dirty.
Back in the day, I'd have been raging about calling the cops. I'd have gotten all hyped up without knowing what to do. A directionless life just breeds pointless emotions.
But weirdly, I felt calm now. Like an adult chuckling at a kid's antics.
This'll be fun.
The event was over, so he should've been gone. But either he wasn't, or he'd snagged the number before then. I grimaced bitterly. What a filthy player.
Oh, you wanna play like that? I've got ways too.
I grabbed my phone and made a call. An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. I'd find out who this shithead was, no matter what.
The next day at noon, I was in some guy's one-room apartment. A single dude's place, but surprisingly thick with the scent of drip coffee. Second time here. Who'd have thought I'd come back?
"So, Si-hyeok. What's up?"
"Ah, hyung."
"Call me bro."
"Yeah, Go Ho-seong bro. Can you trace this number and location?"
The guy across from me looked shocked at my request. His pretty-boy face clashed with the red beanie—total mismatch. But the serious vibe he gave off was impressive.
High school senior, one year above me. Ex-journalist bro.
I'd figured I'd never see him after school. We weren't that close, and in Korea, whether military or society, long-term connections are rare as hell.
But reuniting at the gym when he showed up as an MMA journalist? Mind-blowing.
"Whoa, this."
Ho-seong bro, chin in hand. He'd quit journalism and become a popular reviewer now. Talent, I guess.
"Si-hyeok, what're you gonna do with this?"
I explained briefly. His face turned grave as he listened. Even Hitler in his bunker looked less serious.
Finally, Ho-seong spoke. "Yeah, at that level, cops might not touch it."
"Really?"
"VPNs for knife threats or terror posts are one thing. But this kind of dedicated, offbeat shit? Harder to pin."
"Still..."
"Cops aren't omnipotent."
He smirked. I couldn't laugh. My number was exposed to a stalker—I wanted to school him quick. Make it stick so he never showed again.
If that's the Dark Knight path.
Ho-seong shook my phone. "Lend me this a sec."
"Sure."
"Bored? Grab snacks over there. Coffee?"
"Nah."
"Okay."
"You're always so nice, bro."
He smirked bitterly at that. Kinda sad smile from him.
"Lost a ton of connections in journalism. Yours is a blessing."
I munched on nearby chocolate cookies. Sweet enough—tasty. Then curiosity hit.
"Don't journalists build networks?"
"Trash ones kiss up to one side, shit on the other. Normal ones like me? Maintenance is tough."
"Huh, didn't expect that."
Journalists come in types, apparently. I chuckled, cookie in hand, watching him work. USB in phone, typing away.
Looks like a pro hacker sometimes.
He'd always had a knack for computers. Rumor was Inseong Uni tried recruiting him on special talent. No idea what that means—science nerd talk. Figured he'd go that route.
But nah, nothing's easy.
World's got no easy paths. Yesterday's sis proved it. Watching more, Ho-seong sighed long.
USB out, phone back. "Done, bro?"
"Done? This is just prep."
"Tough job, huh."
He smirked, sipping table coffee, shaking his head. "Just extracted the message and related data from your phone."
"Gotcha."
Didn't fully get it, but nodded. He nodded back.
"Now, forensic tools on the extract to dig deeper."
"Ooh."
"But number pattern? Not a normal phone. Location might just be approximate. Hate to admit, but my hacking tools ain't perfect yet."
"Better than nothing."
Truly grateful. Location meant scouting the area.
He sipped again, face odd. "Y'know, Si-hyeok. You were all justice in high school, right?"
"Huh? Nah."
"Bull. You went berserk seeing some girl bullied. Took down iljin punks and upperclassmen."
"Just hated iljin crap in our sacred school."
Not justice. Just despise bad guys. Society's cancer.
Ho-seong grinned. "C'mon. Got a charity gig—cleaning up society. In?"
"What's that?"
"Call it societal housekeeping?"
What? He shrugged at my face.
"Hit you up tomorrow. Still training?"
"Yeah, for real."
"Damn, another world-class Korean fighter? After the zombie thing?"
"Heh."
"Feels like yesterday I interviewed you."
"Sang-min hyung's interview, right? Shocked me."
"Gym's star, heh."
We laughed heartily. Chatting with someone who knew the past? Always a blast. More banter, then out.
Headed elsewhere. Tomorrow, answers?
Sighed, subway. Few stops, off. Walked more—there was sis.
"Sis!"
"Yeah, where you been?"
"Met a friend quick."
Kept it secret from her. No worry, and Do-hoon lurking around her? Suspicious.
If he's the stalker, fun fight.
Real brawls need fit opponents. Sis smiled warmly.
"Thanks for today too!"
"Yup!"
Followed her, manager duties. Smooth like yesterday. Time flew.
Late night already. Photobook shoot took this long?
Modeling's no joke.
Harder than gym conditioning. Shook head. Home, pre-room. Sis shyly: "Thanks today. Always."
"No prob. Rest up!"
"Yeah!"
Showered first. Dried, back to room. Bed, checked time. 11:30 PM.
Haa, sleep time.
Eyes shut. But sleep wouldn't come. Weirdly wired. Something up?
Steamy bathroom, mist swirling. So-na under warm shower spray. Her pale, voluptuous nude glistened wet. Fresh out, she patted dry carefully with a towel.
Yesterday, today. Thanks to Si-hyeok, safe.
To her room, swallowed dry. Door shut, back against it. Lust stirred. Si-hyeok's presence kept tempting her now.
No, calm down. No schedule tomorrow, but out for that again?
Eyes closed. Si-hyeok's sincere smile flashed. Heart raced unwittingly. Always watched from afar.
Now, up close. Nipples hardened on their own.
"Haa♡"
Gently cupped her tits. Kneaded slow. Like milking, soft motions. Head back, sighed.
"No, this'll tire me out."
Recall Si-hyeok's advice. Stopped barely. First to advise earnestly. For him, find another way.
Licked lips sticky. Si-hyeok probably asleep now?
Thin clothes, slipped out. Tiptoed to his room. Eased door open. Dark. Steady breaths.
Asleep, yeah. Haa, cute scent!
Straight to his bed. Felt around softly, inhaling his scent.
Faint milk smell. All guys like this? No, only Si-hyeok.
Pants down. Knew it blind—done this plenty. Eyes adjusted, saw erect cock rising.
Always huge! Post-shower fresh?
Grabbed shaft, nose to it. Sniffed. Primal young male musk.
Sweet, faint—haa, can't hold back!
Both hands wrapped his massive rod. Felt hot pulsing. Stroked up-down slow.
Aroused breaths, kissed glans like lips. Parted softly, engulfed head.
"Chuuup♡"
Hot glans warmth. Violent swell felt. Lewd gaze on his cock.
Head bobbing faster. Sticky fellatio. Cum again, full, gush♡
Drool slick from mouth. Eyes rolled white.