Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Parent-Approved Sibling Incest Sex
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I sat down at the kitchen table.
The fragrant aroma of coffee tickled my nose.
Mom handed me a mug.
A steaming cup of Americano.
The atmosphere was pretty serious.
Feels like I'm at a job interview?
Mom sat across from me and crossed her legs.
Her tight jeans hugged her thighs.
Hard to believe she's in her forties.
Proper care really is everything.
"So... son?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Think you can make a living off being a Royal Jelly producer?"
Mom propped her chin up as she asked.
Her eyes were sharp.
I blanked out for a second.
"...Yes?"
What the hell?
Royal Jelly.
The top 0.2% of studs in Korea.
A divine job where you get a pension just for breathing and get exempted from military service.
And she's asking if I can make a living off it?
"What do you mean? Isn't Royal Jelly basically a lifetime free ride?"
"Sigh."
Mom let out a sigh.
Her eyes screamed "world-naive son."
"Do-hun. Not all Royal Jellies are created equal."
"Huh?"
"Have you heard of 'All-In Jelly'?"
All-In Jelly?
Jelly that sucks in souls?
"What's that?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Guys who barely scrape over the 30ml cutoff after popping pills, getting shots, even electric torture."
Mom took a sip of her coffee.
"Once they get certified, they wither away. They can't produce 30ml every day. Best they can do is a pension of 2-3 million won a month, maybe squeeze out some pocket change now and then."
Ah.
I got it.
Title-only Royals with no real substance.
I shot out 700ml during verification.
That nets a 5-million-won pension.
But for the 30ml bare-minimum guys?
'...Way less, huh.'
"On the other hand, there are 'True Jellies.' The real deal who steadily pump out over 30ml every day, reliably."
Mom's eyes sparkled.
"Those guys can pull in about 10 million won a month and live comfortably. Corporate sponsorships, ads, photoshoots, private meetings with the ladies..."
Private meetings?
That sounds tempting.
But how does Mom know all this?
"Your average corporate drone breaks their back for a few million won, while a True Royal Jelly makes over 10 million just breathing and jerking off. The gap is insane."
So...
In short, only True Royal Jellies can live like kings on a monthly basis?
Mom grabbed my hand.
"You're not an All-In type, right? Mom's just worried."
Worried.
A mother fretting over her son's virility.
What a beautiful yet bizarre maternal love.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Worried?
All-In?
"Don't worry about that."
I squeezed Mom's hand tight.
"Ye-na's future got messed up because of me, so I gotta step up. And I've got more than enough talent overflowing."
My confident attitude.
Mom's face lit up.
"Really? Thank goodness. That's my boy. Just like your dad... no, better than him."
Mom let out a relieved sigh.
Dad's mysterious L.
Never even seen his face, the guy who ditched Mom, but...
She brings him up sometimes.
That's when it happened.
Plop-hop.
Ye-na, who'd been listening from the sofa, hopped down.
"So!"
Ye-na rushed to the table and plastered herself against my side.
"When are you gonna pop my cherry?"
"..."
Pfft.
I nearly spat out my coffee.
Please.
Hold back a little in front of Mom.
No matter how crazy the world is, discussing virginity loss at the family table is a bit much, right?
I cleared my throat awkwardly, glancing at Mom.
"Ahem! Y-Ye-na. Mom's right here..."
"So what? She already knows everything."
Ye-na rubbed her chest against my arm.
Soft and squishy.
Her body heat seeped through the thin T-shirt.
This girl, no bra.
"Oppa~ Do it quick~ I'm dizzy thinking about it. Ten million won is right there!"
Money, lust, or both.
Probably both.
I looked at Mom under Ye-na's coquettish pleading.
Stop her, Mom.
Your daughter's going nuts about banging her brother.
But.
"Hehe."
Mom was smiling warmly.
Like a benevolent mother watching her loving siblings.
"Just do it quick for her, Do-hun."
"...Huh?"
"Ye-na wants it so bad. And you gotta unwrap the goods when they're fresh."
Shocking words.
Parent-approved sibling incest sex.
Complete with the wisdom: "Unwrap while fresh."
...
Damn, that's hot.
That instant.
Throb-.
My lower half reacted.
Mom's permission.
Sister's temptation.
Fueled by taboo thrill, my dick went berserk.
A tent pitched in seconds.
Big enough to lift the table.
"Ahh!"
Ye-na cried out.
She pointed at my crotch.
"Oppa’s hard! Mom! Oppa’s erect!"
"..."
Fuck.
This dick.
No sense of timing.
Can't hold it in front of Mom.
My face burned with embarrassment.
But Mom clapped instead.
"Oh my, so healthy! Hehe."
Praise?
Gotta be praise.
Ye-na yanked my arm.
"See? Oppa's body is honest. Let's go! Hurry!"
Ye-na's pull was stronger than expected.
Or rather... I had no will to resist.
Dragged along, I glanced back at Mom.
She waved cheerfully.
"Have fun~ Contraception... oh, you're Royal Jelly, so you'll handle it."
The door shut.
Ye-na's room.
Cute dolls and a sweet diffuser scent.
And the bed.
Ye-na shoved me onto the bed.
"Hehe. Finally..."
She licked her lips.
Predator's gaze.
I lay there like a lamb.
Ye-na straddled me but paused.
"Oh, right."
"Hm?"
"It'd be better with Mom too..."
"......"
This crazy girl for real.
"Hold off on that."
I begged sincerely.
No matter how far I've fallen, a 3P with Mom and sister isn't ready yet.
Like jumping from level 1 to final boss raid.
"Tch, fine. I'll seduce her later."
Ye-na pouted.
Later?
Please don't make those plans.
I sat up.
Fumbled in my pockets.
No dice.
No condom.
Not that it matters.
No market condom can handle my load anyway.
"Ye-na."
"Yeah?"
"No condom."
"It's fine! Cum inside! Your semen’s expensive. Can't waste a drop!"
Ye-na declared boldly.
But I shook my head.
"No. You haven't had S-Save."
"Huh? So what?"
"...You can't handle it."
No joke.
Fountain of cum.
Shove that in without S-Save's enhanced uterus contraction?
Straight to the ER with peritonitis.
No need to kill my sister during sex.
"Psh, you're overreacting~"
"No. Absolutely not."
I said firmly.
Looked around the room.
Need something suitable.
Small basket on the vanity? Too tiny.
Trash bin? Gross.
Then, something on the balcony caught my eye.
A washbasin.
No idea why it's in Ye-na's room balcony, not mine.
...
Wait, isn't that the one I used for jerking off at home?
Why's it here?
I set the washbasin by the bed.
Pink plastic.
"...Oppa?"
Ye-na stared blankly.
"What's that for?"
"Gonna cum in it."
"Huh? Why not my pussy?"
"I'll fuck you, but cum goes here."
"No way! Wasteful!"
"You'll see. Lie down, no more talk."
Too lazy to explain.
Seeing is believing.
Ye-na grumbled but lay back.
Finally.
Time to start.
Sibling incest sex.
Humanity's taboo.
But legal in this room—a paradoxical fuck.
My heart pounded wildly.
I climbed over Ye-na.
Her face flushed red.
"Oppa..."
Our lips met.
Smack.
Soft and sweet.
Any familial repulsion?
None.
If anything, the familiar scent and face made it hotter.
I pushed my tongue in.
Ye-na's tongue clumsily wrapped around mine.
Zing.
Brain melting.
A pure body untouched by sex.
I'm her first.
Conquest.
Possession.
Mind's a slut already, but body's virgin.
Broke the kiss and went lower.
Licked her nape.
"Haa..."
Ye-na tilted her head back.
Exposing her white neckline.
Down to collarbone, then breasts.
Pulled up her T-shirt.
Perky tits.
Pink nipples standing stiff.
Sucked one in.
Slurp. Smooch.
"Nngh! Oppa... feels weird..."
Ye-na hugged my head.
Went lower.
Tickled her navel with my tongue, grabbed her dolphin pants.
Slide.
Peel off panties too.
Finally.
There it was.
A tightly shut door amid flawless jade skin.
Fluffy pubic down.
Parted it slightly.
Pink mucosa glistening wet.
And inside.
A faint membrane.
Thin tissue blocking the entrance.
Hymen.
The unicorn horn from textbooks.
"Wow..."
I gasped in awe.
I'm the one piercing this.
Rubbed around gently with fingers.
Love juices coated them.
"Hngh... Oppa, itchy... hurry..."
Ye-na bucked her hips.
Whining now.
Prep done.
Dropped my pants.
The monster appeared.
Ye-na gulped.
"So big... Think it'll fit?"
"Might hurt. First time, there'll be blood."
"It's fine. I'm tough. Just put it in."
She spread her legs wide.
M-legs.
Welcoming pose.
Aligned the tip with her entrance.
Slippery feel.
Slowly thrust hips.
Poke.
Resistance.
Hymen stretching taut.
A bit more force.
Snap.
Something tore, glans slipped in.
"Ack!"
Ye-na yelped short.
She scrunched her brow.
But no stopping.
Stopping now would hurt more.
Slowly pushed to the hilt.
Sloooorp-.
"Kngh...!"
Breath caught.
Insane tightness.
Not just famous pussy level.
Like a vacuum sucking me in.
Inner walls gripped my dick, wouldn't let go.
Warm, tight, wet...
Looked down.
Red blood trickled from the join, down my shaft.
Virgin proof.
"Haa... haa... hurts?"
I asked, worried.
Ye-na opened her eyes.
Tears at the corners, but smiling.
"Nng... a little? But... so full, feels good..."
She was grinning.
Tough girl.
Pleasure—or curiosity—outweighs the pain.
"Oppa, how's mine?"
"Driving me crazy. Too tight."
"Hehe. Good. But Oppa, don't freak out?"
"About what?"
Ye-na took a deep breath.
"Hng...!"
That moment.
"Whoa?!"
My dick trembled in fear.
No, the dick's shaking?
This is... no way.
Her insides are alive, moving!
Not just squeezing—countless tissues wriggling like breathing.
Wriggle. Wriggle. Squish. Squish.
Folds in her walls waved like the ocean, teasing the glans.
Even still, it's like pistoning.
"Fuck... what is this? How?"
Too shocked, curse slipped out.
Ye-na's just lying there.
But her pussy's playing solo.
"Hehe. Cool, right?"
Ye-na flashed a V-sign.
"This is basic 'Legendary Pussy Technique.' Separating sphincter and vaginal muscles."
"...You learned that in school?"
"Yup! Hwick U required elective. Practiced tons to boost my grades."
Crazy school.
What the hell do they teach?
Vaginal control to virgin girls?
With dildos or what?
Wouldn't that break the hymen?
Questions swirled, but no time to think.
Pleasure too intense.
This is a cheat.
Virgin tightness plus pro technique.
Can't hold back.
Started moving hips.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Squelch. Squelch.
Blood and juices made wet sounds.
"Haangh...! Oppa! Yes! There! Haaah...!"
Ye-na's moans exploded.
Should hurt as a first-timer, but she wrapped legs around my waist, pulling deeper.
Talent.
Innate slut talent.
Speed ramped up.
Losing reason.
Climax surging.
"Ngh... Ye-na, gonna cum!"
"Cum! Inside! Even pregnancy's fine!"
Ye-na yelled.
Pregnancy fine?
She's going all out.
But no.
Not pregnancy issue.
Physics problem.
Will burst.
"No! Pulling out!"
"Nooo! Don't! Inside...!"
Ye-na locked me with legs.
Normally I'd pretend to lose and cum in.
But no.
Clung to sanity, yanked out urgently.
Pop-!
Squelch-. Squelch-.
Ye-na's hole smacked lips regretfully.
No time to waste.
Washbasin by the bed.
Kneeled before it.
"Ye-na! Hand! Quick!"
"Huh? Hand?"
"Jerk it! Hurry!"
Ye-na scrambled to the bed's edge.
Grabbed my dick.
Veins bulging like ready to burst.
"Whoa... so hard."
"Shake! Hard!"
Ye-na gripped with both hands and stroked.
Hwick U handjob pro.
Different level.
Palm pressure, finger play.
A few strokes broke the limit.
"Grrrrraaah!!!"
Boom-!
Fired.
Spluuuurt-!!!
White geyser under massive pressure.
Toward the basin.
Splatters-. Splats-.
A white disaster movie before Ye-na's eyes.
"Kyaa! What! What's this!"
Ye-na screamed.
She nearly let go, but I gripped her hand, kept going.
Can't stop.
Must empty all.
Platter! Tatter!
Semen slapping basin bottom roared.
Like a downpour.
10 seconds.
20 seconds.
30 seconds.
Endless.
Pink basin floor vanished white, level rising.
Slosh. Slosh.
Fishy night-bloom scent filled the room.
"Huff... insane..."
Ye-na stared dazed at the spewing semen.
Horror and awe mixed.
Her hands cum-soaked.
Finally, after ages.
Stream slowed.
Drip. Drip.
Last drops fell.
Looked at basin.
Pink bottom invisible.
Eyeballing it, at least a liter.
More than yesterday.
Hymen buff, maybe.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting rough, slumped to floor.
Ye-na sat on bed edge, eyes flicking between basin and dick.
Mouth agape.
"Oppa..."
She called in trembling voice.
"All that... from one go?"
"Told you. Would burst inside."
Ye-na swallowed dry.
Her gaze fixed on basin.
White sloshing liquid.
Money.
Liquid gold bars.
How much is that?
Rough math: way over ten million won.
Stood, lifted basin.
"Here."
"Huh...?"
Proudly.
Big-bro dignity on full.
Yelled.
"Pocket money. Spend wisely."