Chapter 39, Sleeping Sex
Chapter 39, Sleeping Sex
Late evening.
It was already midnight, so the house was dead quiet inside.
Was Gyeong-ah sitting in front of her computer?
My older sister was probably already asleep.
"Haa..."
I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a sigh.
Sighs just kept coming, nonstop.
I knew I should get some sleep to make it to work tomorrow, but I couldn't drift off.
The community post and hunter registry I'd seen in the office earlier that day wouldn't leave my head.
"It's not like he was a close acquaintance or anything."
And yet, it hurt like a friend had died.
Thinking that I might end up dying just as pointlessly someday made it even worse.
'I'm not even a hunter...'
Right now, I'm just a Grade 9 Civil Servant in the Complaints Department at the Hunter Management Bureau Headquarters...
But I could screw up, get posted to somewhere like Jeju Island or a remote island like Lee Ye-na, stationed near a dungeon, and get killed by a monster?
Just like Park Dong-hoon I'd seen earlier—leaving behind nothing but a name and an age at death.
That thought filled me with fear, anxiety, and straight-up terror.
"Haa... damn it."
The sighs came automatically.
My chest felt tight, stress shooting through the roof.
There was only one way to shake off this shitty mood.
The most reliable, stimulating method: fuck my soul right out of me.
'Yeah... let's go ask her to help me unwind.'
I bolted up from the bed.
Carefully opened my door and stepped out.
Thankfully, no sign of my older sister in the living room.
I tiptoed to Gyeong-ah's room next to the entrance.
'I did it with older sister a few days ago, so let her rest.'
Tonight was Gyeong-ah's turn.
Time to vent my stress and lust on Gyeong-ah.
"Gyeong-ah..."
I whispered softly against her door.
No response from inside.
Was she asleep?
I turned the knob, and it opened silently.
"..."
Only faint breathing sounds.
Looked like she was out cold.
I quietly closed the door behind me and slipped inside.
My little sister Gyeong-ah was sleeping just like always—kicked the blanket off, sprawled out in a starfish position.
'You gonna catch a cold like that...'
I sat on the edge of the bed, gazing down at her sleeping face.
I gently brushed her hair, and she made some babyish babble while scratching her belly.
Seeing her like this was turning me on in a weird way.
I'd become total human trash, getting horny even from my little sister's pajamas...
'Well, since I'm trash already... might as well live like trash.'
Rationalization complete in my head, I reached out.
Grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it slightly.
"Even in the dark, it's shining bright."
Moonlight from the window let me make out shapes and even colors.
Gyeong-ah's belly, usually hidden by clothes, gleamed silver.
I placed my palm on her stomach.
Feeling her soft skin, I slowly slid my hand upward.
My hand reached her chest.
Was she wearing a sports bra to bed? It felt like that synthetic material I'd touched somewhere before.
'Feels even better to grope than a regular bra.'
I squeezed with my fingers.
It'd been a few days since I'd fondled my little sister's tits, and they were soft and springy—nice handfeel.
"Mmm..."
Maybe from my cold hand, her body twitched a bit.
You'd think she'd wake up, but Gyeong-ah wouldn't notice if you carried her off in her sleep—no worries there.
I kept going, groping her nipple through the fabric.
Thanks to the sports bra, her slightly hardened nipple poked out enough to pinch.
Then I slid the sports bra up a bit.
If it'd been a regular bra, I'd have unhooked it.
"My Gyeong-ah's pink nipples."
I opened my mouth and took the nipple in whole.
Rolled it with my tongue, nipped lightly with my teeth, and sucked sloppily.
"Churup... Chun..."
Saliva sounds echoed.
I checked her face—she looked a little pleasured, but no signs of waking.
Reassured, I sucked harder, more boldly.
Pressed my tongue hard, rolling the nipple wildly.
'Haa... feels good...'
Not just receiving it, but giving the caress was melting my stress away too.
Don't they say people stay healthy by doing what they want?
Receiving caresses is great, but giving them is just as good.
My anxious heart settled bit by bit, replaced by surging lust.
"Puha..."
I pulled my mouth off Gyeong-ah's well-sucked nipple.
The saliva-drenched bud stiffened in the air.
Then I slowly slid my hand downward.
Past her navel, even lower.
'Huh, she's got pubes now?'
A bit further down her lower belly, and Gyeong-ah's pubic hair brushed my hand.
Last time in the bathroom, it'd been cleanly shaved.
"Hng..."
I groped her slightly prominent pussy, then slipped my fingers inside her panties.
Split her straight slit with my finger.
'Huh, bone dry—no wetness at all.'
I'd tormented her tits that much, and no reaction down there?
Did my little sister moan in her sleep but not actually feel pleasure?
She must be in deep sleep for real.
If I just shoved in now, it'd be too tight to enter, and forcing it might hurt her pussy.
I pulled out the insistent finger.
Smeared my middle finger thick with spit, then rubbed her pussy furiously again.
'Rub it enough... then a little insertion.'
Not sure if it was the spit or her juices starting to flow, but it slid in easy.
"Hngg..."
Maybe feeling the foreign object inside, her moan got a tad louder.
I pushed to the second knuckle, then buried the whole finger.
'Tight squeeze.'
Felt like forcing a ring onto a finger that wouldn't fit.
Such powerful grip even from something this thin.
'No wonder—they say the smaller the build, the tighter the grip.'
Was Gyeong-ah 155cm?
Next time with an even shorter, tinier girl, I'd compare.
I crooked my middle finger, scraping her inner walls.
Her insides heated up, love juices starting to seep out bit by bit.
Jjigeok, jjigeok...
Jjugeok...
Wet, squelching sounds from the lubrication.
Seemed prepped now.
"Hng..."
Pulled my finger out, glistening with juices and spit.
Confirmed she was ready, then spread the towel I'd brought under her ass.
If it's not just about my satisfaction, you gotta prep like this.
Gyeong-ah was asleep, so my pleasure alone would've sufficed, but better safe than sorry.
Wet sheets are a nightmare to clean.
"Still, just in case..."
Thought about going straight in, but nah—I got down on my knees at the bed's edge.
Buried my face between Gyeong-ah's legs.
Flesh scent mixed with sweet aroma assaulted my nose.
No matter how advanced onahole tech gets, this is why it can't beat real sex, right?
Stuck out my tongue and licked her clitoris.
Teased the pea-sized nub with the tip, then lapped broadly upward.
Gyeong-ah's thighs twitched, clamping my head hard.
"Haa... uh... ungg..."
Even asleep, she felt it all.
But this position was tough, so I spread her thighs wide with both hands.
Pointed my tongue and poked her vaginal hole.
Sucked up the flowing love juices sloppily.
'Gyeong-ah and older sister's probably taste similar.'
Just as they could rim my ass, I could drink their nectar too.
Couldn't hold back anymore.
Stood up, dropped my pants.
My dick was already swollen to bursting.
Draped Gyeong-ah's legs over my shoulders, positioned myself.
"Gyeong-ah. Bear with it if it hurts a little."
Pressed my glans against her perfectly soaked pussy.
Held my dick and aimed carefully.
Gyeong-ah's pussy was small—had to line it up right.
"Going in."
Muttered to myself and thrust my hips.
Squelch.
Thanks to the mix of juices and spit, it slid in easier than expected.
Glans parted the entrance, shaft following deep.
"Hwik!"
Gyeong-ah let out a short scream.
Even asleep, pain was pain.
But no plans to stop.
In one go, hilted to the root.
Warm, narrow flesh gripped my dick tight.
'Whole different flavor from her virgin days.'
Way smoother than the first insertion.
And somehow, it felt... different.
How to put it?
Like a sheath made for my sword, feeling like my dick belonged right there?
'The curve hits right where my glans loves it...'
Is this what they call perfect compatibility?
With so few girls under my belt, I wasn't sure...
But Ji-hye definitely didn't have this.
Older sister did, though.
I moved my hips.
Flesh slapping and bed creaking filled the room.
Each thrust rocked Gyeong-ah's body up and down.
The fact I was ravishing my sleeping sister gave a twisted thrill of taboo.
Leaned forward, took her tit in my mouth.
Wanted a kiss, but she was asleep—nipple would do.
"Mmph... mm..."
Mouth covered, she breathed hard through her nose.
Then I thrust deeper than usual...
Something bumped the tip of my dick.
Had to be her cervix.
They say in missionary, it's hard to reach the cervix.
But with Gyeong-ah's tiny body, I could.
"Huu... uh..."
Moans slipped out automatically.
Someday, if I get the chance, wanna buy a speculum and peek inside.
'She'd allow it, right?'
If I said I wanted to see, she might even buy it herself.
Every cervix tap made Gyeong-ah's body jolt.
No clue if it hurt or felt good—didn't care.
My lust came first.
No time to worry about my little sis getting sleep-fucked by her big bro.
I sped up.
The ejaculation urge, risen to my jaw, overwhelmed me.
"Cumming...!"
Grabbed her pelvis tight, slammed deep.
Unloaded everything.
Byureut, byureureut.
Felt hot globs shooting out.
So much it blurred the line between pissing and cumming.
At least, all the anxiety and stress inside me drained out with the semen—that much I felt.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting, I lay beside Gyeong-ah.
Rolled her on her side, suckled her nipple.
Stayed like that for a while.
"Fuu..."
Calmed a bit, I pulled out.
Pop sound as it exited, white fluid gushing from Gyeong-ah's pussy.
No blood, thankfully.
All my unease vanished.
"Big bro'll clean you up."
Used tissues from the nightstand to wipe her pussy thoroughly.
Wanted to finger-scoop it out, but not the bathroom—restrained myself.
Next day.
Got up in the morning, prepped for work.
Normally I'd head straight to the office, but...
Today, I went to the main building lobby.
There's a sculpture there called [Our Heroes].
Names of Hunter Management Bureau hunters who died get engraved here.
'National Intelligence Service has stars without names. Hunter Management Bureau has Our Heroes.'
Both dedicated their lives to the country.
Difference? Our Heroes lists full names, affiliations, and ages at death.
"..."
On my way in, I placed lilies I'd bought by the sculpture.
Fresh from this morning.
No one I really knew.
Park Dong-hoon was the only one.
Did I even know him?
Never met face-to-face.
Still, as a civil servant—as a living person—basic courtesy, right?
"..."
I stood in silent tribute for a bit.
Thanks to these folks, Korea's at peace, and I can push papers in an office.
"Thank you."
Muttered softly.
At least I knew it wasn't empty words.
Checked my watch.
Time to clock in.
Upstairs to hammer Excel again.
Peaceful? Or grueling? Civil servant life restarts.
"Please, no malicious complainants today..."
And that day.
I suffered another massive malicious complainant.
Something about the Dragon's Tomb.