Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Pluck Your Pussy Hairs and Count Them
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I'll pluck your pussy hairs, so count each one as I go.
I shoved my dick back into Mom's mouth again, as she kept letting her lingering regret show.
After getting another refreshing deep-throat session like that, I finished by pumping my load deep into her womb this time too.
Then I made her clean off my cock, sticky with cum and pussy juices.
Mom gave me a little more head for a bit, but seeing how it wasn't reacting anymore after all those back-to-back orgasms, I flashed a satisfied smile.
"Mom, I'm heading out."
Tap tap.
"Ah, yeah. Be careful."
Mom had always adored her kids something fierce.
But there was no way she'd normally hug me and pat my ass like that.
Well... good was good, and there was no way I was gonna complain about having a Mom like this.
Thud.
I burned the sight of Mom's retreating back into my eyes as she headed out the front door.
Then I turned right around.
Destination: Younger Sister's room.
I planned to avenge all those yanked-out hairs from my head and pray for their souls in the process.
Rattle rattle.
"Open the door."
"...Piss off."
"I said open it."
"I said piss off!"
"I said this is the third time I'm telling you to open the damn door."
"And I'm telling you this is the third time I'm saying piss off!"
"Haaa..."
"I'm fucking sighing too, you know!?"
She must've clearly heard Mom leaving the house.
Otherwise, there was no way she'd be glued to the door like this, her voice all tense.
"Hey, don't we have stuff to talk about?"
"...No!"
"Why not? We've got tons."
"......"
"Fine, then I'll just tell Mom everything."
"Ugh, fuck... you really are insane...?"
"If you don't wanna see me lose it, open up quick. Otherwise, I'm seriously kicking this door down."
A little while ago, more hairs than I could count had rained down onto the floor.
I already lost a ton of hair from stress anyway, so I couldn't let my guard down just 'cause there were still plenty left on my head.
Not after I'd gotten fucked over by getting careless once already.
"......Aaaargh!!"
A yell erupted from inside, followed by the sound of her stomping her feet in frustration.
And soon enough, the door creaked open slowly.
"...What's that getup?"
"What!"
"Heh, what the hell is with that look?"
It was the tail end of spring.
Early summer wouldn't be a bad call either.
"Not hot in that?"
"...Nah. Not hot."
She had herself wrapped up tight in a long puffer jacket in this weather.
And down below, skin-tight jeans that clung to her like a second skin—even watching made me feel stifled.
She was probably thinking it was some kind of defense against me, but it was all pointless.
Click.
First things first, I shut the door.
Clack.
Then locked it.
"W-Why the hell are you locking it!"
"Do you have any idea how many hairs you yanked out of my head earlier?"
"...No clue. W-Why the hell does it matter!"
"Why? Why?! You yanked out a guy's head full of hair, and you're asking why?!"
She didn't even seem to realize what she'd done—no hint of remorse at all.
"Exactly 217, that's how many. I counted the ones on the floor... we're doing 200 from you."
"...S-So you're here to pluck my hairs now...?"
"Just 200 from your bush. Then we're square."
"Haa... you psycho..."
Younger Sister trudged over to the bed and plopped down on the edge of the mattress.
She grabbed the zipper on her long puffer and yanked it all the way down.
"Thought you weren't hot."
"...Now I am. Anyway, hurry up."
With that, she turned her back to me.
And I walked straight toward Younger Sister.
"I knew you were crazy, but you're actually insane. You started with all that bullshit first, and now you're nitpicking over a few hairs? Haa... unbelievable."
She muttered something to herself, but it didn't matter to me one bit.
All I had in my head was ripping every last pussy hair out.
I clenched my fist and chanted to myself: Sleep Inducer.
Sleep Inducer that knocks you out cold for a full 30 minutes...
"Hurry up already?"
"Yeah, one sec."
It should've appeared in my hand by now, but my palm stayed empty.
Sleep Inducer, Sleep Inducer, Sleep Inducer...
"...What the hell are you doing with your hand? You... you're trying some weird shit on me again, aren't you!?"
Ziiiip!
Younger Sister zipped her puffer back up and leaped away to the corner of the bed.
"Shit... what the hell."
I'd been trying to dig up some intel, but the system went on sudden strike.
"Get out! Get the fuck out now!"
At least those bullshit Sudden Missions that popped up in every damn situation weren't happening. Small mercies.
"Hoo... this ain't working."
"W-What do you mean ain't working! Get out right fucking now!?"
No Sleep Inducer or not, putting down one Younger Sister was child's play.
I'd been planning to be a gentleman about plucking her pubes, but looks like I'd have to do it with her wide awake.
"Hey, quit the hysterics. Someone might think I'm about to murder you."
And if she'd really wanted to run, she'd have bolted for the door.
Charging into a dead-end corner like that? Younger Sister's intentions were sneakier than they looked... or so I figured.
"I-If you come closer, I'm really gonna scream... I said I'm gonna scream..."
"Ah, scream then... if you fucking can!!"
"Kyaaaaah!! Mmph! Mmmph!!"
I lunged and tackled Younger Sister.
First thing, I clamped my hand over her mouth, then wrapped her up from behind as we tumbled onto the bed together.
"Shh. I'm not asking you to eat my dick or anything, so why get so worked up? Huh?"
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
"Okay, okay, got it? Just calm down a bit, alright?"
Flat on her back against the bed, she mumbled nonsense, and I just nodded along vaguely.
I thought about choking her out, but that felt a bit too far, so I held back.
"Just do what I say and nothing happens, got it? Big Sis is home too—I'm not crazy enough to do anything to you, right?"
"Yoomphcrayzee!!"
"...Psycho? Even when I'm trying to be gentle, you just ask for it."
Ziiiip!!
I yanked up the zipper beneath her puffer jacket.
Shoved my hand into the gap it made.
And grabbed a fistful of those tits ready to burst.
"Kyaaack!"
"How's that? Can't move an inch, huh?"
She thrashed for a good while, but now her body was rigid as a board.
I kneaded her tits, and hot breaths snorted out of her as she started squirming like crazy.
"Keep still or you're dead. Listen while I'm being nice, yeah?"
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"
Yeah, actions spoke louder than words.
Younger Sister, who wouldn't listen to shit before, was nodding her head like mad now.
"Scream, and I'll wreck that pussy with my cock for real. Got it?"
"Mmmph! Mmmph!!"
I let go of her mouth first, seeing her nod again.
"Puhah!! Y-You fucking psycho!!"
"My words going in one ear and out the other? Need a dick smack to your face to straighten up?"
"Hoo, haa! Haaa..."
She panted hard, taking deep breaths.
Glared at me with narrowed eyes.
But the threat had sunk in—she was a little more docile now.
"And don't get the wrong idea. I'm really just gonna pluck all your pubes and leave."
"Psycho...! Fucking psycho...!"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Younger Sister pounded the bed in rage.
I squeezed her tits again to rein in those wild emotions.
"Kyaaang! S-Stop... stooop!"
"You stop it. I told you to calm down."
She curled up like a shrimp.
Hugged her own chest, but huge sideboobs spilled out around her arms.
"Take off that puffer first. Weather's warm enough— what the hell are you doing bundled up like that?"
"I-It's not hot at all?"
"Jeez."
I sighed and forcibly stripped it off her.
"Why my clothes! Doesn't matter."
"Even looking at it makes me stuffy. Whatever. Arms up."
She balked at my words, so I grabbed her tits hard.
Finally, she grumbled no, yes, whatever, and shot her arms up quick as she sat.
"Do it all at once. Come on, all at once."
I yanked off that stuffy-ass puffer and chucked it into the corner of the bed.
"Look at all that sweat."
"Ah, enough! Just hurry up and pluck the hairs already...?"
She still thought I was going through all this just to pluck some head hairs.
"Got it. Lie down."
"...You can do it sitting up."
"How long you gonna take with your arms like that? Just lie down already."
I raised my arms high in an exaggerated pose.
She seemed to buy it, nodding faintly as she flopped back onto the bed.
"...Pluck gently. Don't just rip 'em out."
She eyed me warily, worried about my temper.
Her hand fidgeted, then she dragged the blanket over to cover herself.
"Hey, hold up."
"What now."
I snatched the blanket before she could.
Quickly draped it over her upper body and face, twisting her around underneath.
My legs pinned the blanket down so Younger Sister couldn't budge.
And in the meantime, I started undoing the zipper on those hip-hugging jeans.
So damn tight they barely budged.
Plus she was wriggling—made it no easy task.
But I finally popped the button and dragged the zipper down.
"Hey! Heeeey!! Y-You said no funny business!"
"What'd I say happens if you scream? Just stay still and it'll be over quick."
Her body stiffened again at my growl.
I yanked her jeans down to her knees, coming face-to-face with her panties underneath.
"What the—did you piss yourself or something?"
"N-No, I didn't!!"
"...Oh, really?"
Her panties were soaked right at the crotch.
Thin enough that everything showed through clear as day—pretty pink labia twitching to greet me.
"I'm gonna pluck your pussy hairs, so count each one as I go. Forget the number, and we start over from zero."
"W-What numbers!?"
I pulled her pussy-juice-soaked panties aside.
Exchanged a friendly hello with her glossy, glistening slit, then grabbed the most obnoxious-looking strand from that neat, pretty bush and yanked.
"Kyaa, kyaaaaang—!!"