Raen: The Midnight Oral Indulgence (1)

I woke up in the afternoon, reeling from the aftermath of last night. I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3:47 PM.

"...Ughhh......"

Feeling utterly deflated that half the day had already vanished, I tried to shift my body a little but froze. It was the warmth radiating from beside me.

I turned my head slightly. Han Choyeun lay there asleep, half-clutching the blanket. Or more precisely... not the blanket, but my arm. She had my arm pinned like a pillow, her body pressed flush against my side. Her light green hair spilled messily across the pillow.

"...What the hell."

Déjà vu? I stared at the scene for a moment. It felt eerily familiar.

...Ah. It had been just like this a few days ago. That time it was at Han Choyeun's place instead, but we'd spent the whole night fucking nonstop before finally crashing. And the next morning? Same deal—opened my eyes to her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hugging my arm tight.

The memory dragged yesterday's events back into focus, making my head throb. That insane quest popping up at midnight for the third straight day had sent me into Raen's room, where a "breast massage" excuse had snowballed into...

"...Hah."

I pressed my free hand to my forehead and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠let out a heavy sigh. I'd done something unforgivable. To one of my only two family members, I'd pulled some despicable shit on her while she slept. The guilt gnawed at me.

...But what I loathed even more was myself—the twisted part that had gotten off on the immorality of it all.

I glanced back at her. Han Choyeun was still out cold, arm locked around mine. Any wrong move and she'd wake, so I eased my arm free with excruciating care. She twitched once but stayed asleep. I tugged the blanket up over her and slid off the cramped bed.

I cracked open the fridge door quietly.

...Shower first.

Pathetic as it was, there wasn't much edible anyway, so I'd wash up and decide after.

After a quick face wash and teeth brushing, I opened the bathroom door. Wiping the last droplets from my face with the back of my hand as I stepped into the living room—

Thump.

Something latched onto my back.

"...Sis?"

Arms snaked around my waist. Light ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠green strands brushed my shoulder. That freshly woken body heat plastered against my back.

"...Mmm... where you goin'..."

Her voice was pure sleep-slurry.

"Not going anywhere."

"...You brushed."

She sniffed at me, then nuzzled her face right into my back.

"...Hunggry..."

"...Already?"

Maybe hit the convenience store. No reply. Her arms just squeezed tighter.

I sighed and peered into the fridge.

"...Nada."

"...Told ya."

"Yawwwn—"

Obviously, the barren fridge I'd checked minutes ago hadn't magically restocked. Two water bottles. End of story.

"...I'm gonna starve."

"Not that bad."

"...Hmph. Only thing edible here's youuu..."

I brushed off her sleepy nonsense as she rubbed her cheek against me like a cat.

After a beat of thought, an idea hit.

Special Meal(SS).

First time I'd tried it, mana was C-, no stamina allocation—I blacked out after one go. Different story now. Mana B+, stamina A.

"...Did it for her before too."

I'd whipped one up for Han Choyeun once already. No biggie.

Muttering under my breath, I raised my hand toward the small table.

"Special Meal."

Something stirred deep in my chest. Mana drained into the skill.

Whirr—

Light particles converged, shaping up on the table. No crash of exhaustion like before—the activation felt way lighter than expected.

Golden specks swirled in midair. A gentle glow spun into a plate, topped with steaming food, fully formed.

Moments later, the table held a hotel-breakfast-worthy spread: eggs Benedict, buttery croissant, smoked salmon salad.

...Just eat this every damn meal?

God-tier buffs, killer taste, perfect nutrition. And free. Mana and stamina barely register now—practically gratis. Skipping it'd be straight loss.

"W... Whoa..."

Han Choyeun gawked beside me.

"Not cooking—just conjuring food... Insane. This the skill you hit me with last time, right?!"

Praise for zero effort? Shoulders perked right up.

"Yup. Every meal from here on out."

"For real—?!"

Her eyes lit up like stars at my wild declaration. She'd ditched that truffle cream pasta unfinished back then due to timing, so maybe extra bummed about missing more Special Meal.

Those sparkling eyes suddenly clamped my shirt hem tight.

"...Gaon."

"...Yeah?"

My body jerked toward her.

"...Huh?"

Mwah. Soft peck on the corner of my lips.

"...Sis?"

Mwah. Other cheek now.

She smothered my whole face in innocent smooches—not the lewd kind—like she aimed to cover every inch.

"Mmm...♡ Peck♡ Whyyyy do you keep makin' me like you more...♡"

...Those eyes turned dangerous again.

Right on cue, midnight struck.

"...Fuck."

Couldn't not swear. No beating around the bush with "massage or whatever" anymore.

Suck her pussy. For 3 minutes straight.

That was the literal read. Fail? Bye-bye dick.

I hunched over, staring blankly at the status window for ages.

Yoo Raen. My little sister. Adopted or not, we'd lived as family all these years.

Her... down there. Lick it for 3 minutes while she slept?

"Hah... Not like I have a sleep skill anyway."

...Nah, getting caught wasn't even the main issue. Sure, avoiding detection mattered, but the real gut-punch was doing it—worse violation than before.

Guilt and that goddamn immoral rush flooded my brain.

Self-flagellating the whole walk, I finally reached the family home.

"...Hah."

I dragged a hand down my face. Guilt choked me, but the penalty—and Raen's rewards—left zero room for choice.

"...Sorry, Raen."

Whispering it, I triggered Phasing.

Whirr—

Passed straight through the wall into the family apartment.

Familiar hallway. I crept silently to Raen's door and phased again.

Inside, faint moonlight bathed Yoo Raen asleep on her bed. Silver hair ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fanned across the pillow, pajamas on, blanket half-kicked aside.

...Yet somehow, despite just sleeping, she exuded this sultry vibe.

Thighs parted just a bit, pajama pants hiked up to bare smooth skin. Breasts rose and fell softly with each breath; her silver locks gleamed damply. It was like she was posing seductively, waiting for someone.

...I'm losing it. My head's fucked.

Raen wouldn't pull that—must be my depraved brain playing tricks.

Swallowing a curse, I knelt by the bed.

"...Sorry, Raen. Really, truly sorry."

No clue how many apologies this made over two days, but it could never be enough for this trash heap of an act.

Like before, I murmured her full name softly—an unheard plea—then reached out.

Shh—

Her pajama pants slid down agonizingly slow, all the way to her ankles.

Plop.

Good—no snags on joints, came off smooth.

"......"

Now just white cotton panties remained. Cute lace trim, but subtly erotic. Thighs agape under moonlight, flawless skin glowing.

...So damn sexy.

She's asleep, but why the erotic charge since I got here? Self-delusion making me see shit?

Thighs quivering faintly, panty crotch seemingly damp—the illusion lingered. Neck peeking through silver strands, heaving breasts, parted lips.

I shook my head, hooked trembling fingers into the panty waistband.

Swish...—

Slowly, so slowly, I tugged them down. They glided over her thighs and off completely.

Plop.

"...Hoo..."

Raen's pussy lay bare now. Soft flesh tone, pink depths peeking from the slight part. Already slick and glistening. Her little clit visibly swollen in the moonlight.

...Wasn't imagining the wetness. Must've fingered herself before bed...

A sliver of relief—I wasn't hallucinating that bad.

"......"

Putting it off changed jack shit. I knew that. But the shakes?

One last inner prayer, then I lowered my head to focus on her pussy.

...Guess this counts as "massage"—Good Job Today(S) markers hovered evenly across the whole thing.

Faint pink slit at center, circular glows slowly orbiting.

Quest said "mouth-massage her pussy." Not just the hole.

Periphery first.

...Right. 3 minutes. Just 3. Ease in slow.

I stifled my shaky breath and dipped lower.

Nose met warm, musky sweetness first. Raen's natural scent mingled with that aroused wetness.

Tongue flicked out.

Lick♡

Grazed the pussy lips feather-light at first. Tongue tip brushed the mound's bump, soft skin, sparse pubes.

"...Mmm...♡"

A tiny whimper slipped from Raen's lips. Sleep-talk, like she was dreaming.