Table Tennis
“There isn't much prep work for the sukiyaki, but since there are so many of us, it'll take about an hour.”
“Really? I'm starving.”
“Don't go spoiling your appetite with snacks, though. Promise?”
“Alright... Oh, do you want some help?”
“Thank you for the offer, but this is my job. Don't worry about it and go get some rest.”
Parting with Seoyeon, who always spoke so sweetly, I headed back to the room with Francesca.
I considered opening the snacks we had bought, but Seoyeon's warning kept me from doing so.
Actually, more than the snacks, the fact that the room was completely empty bothered me.
“Where did everyone go?”
When I voiced my question, Francesca answered.
“While looking around the building yesterday, I discovered a table tennis room on the first floor. I believe they have gone down to play.”
“Really? I'm kind of bored, maybe I'll head down there. What about you, Francesca?”
“I would prefer to rest, but if you wish, Young Master, I will accompany you.”
“Ah, don't worry about it then. You must be exhausted from not sleeping well. Get some rest.”
“……I will accompany you.”
Guided by my fickle secretary, I headed toward the table tennis room.
Thwack!
Boom!
‘Thwack? Boom? Why?’
The closer we got, the more it sounded like the sonic booms you'd hear while playing a fighting game.
I thought they were playing table tennis. What was this noise? Did a war break out?
—Kyahaha! Eleven to three! You're no match for me, Sis!
—You bitch…….
As I approached the source of the roaring sounds, the voices of the succubi echoed through the door.
—Who the hell reverts to their true form just to play table tennis?
—If you're so jealous, you should transform too, Sis. Not that it'll help you beat me, though.
—You're dead.
—Kyaah! Mom!
Even without looking, I knew exactly what was happening. I opened the door before Mina could get beaten to death.
Slide! At the sound of the door opening, Mina, who was squirming under Yuna's mount, snapped her head toward me and yelled.
“Jihan is here! Jihan! Your eldest sister is beating me up!”
“Th-This is……”
Taking advantage of Yuna's momentary fluster, Mina slipped out of the mount, ran over, and threw her arms around me. She even pretended to cry.
“Sob, sob… Jihan….”
“That little……”
Yuna was trembling with rage, but she held back, clearly not wanting to show her violent side in front of me.
While the three siblings were locked in this dynamic, Mother, Francesca, and Anna were having their own conversation in the corner.
“Francesca. Your face is absolutely glowing.”
“It is thanks to the Master's consideration.”
“Fufufut, so how did you two do it?”
“Since it was your first time, was he gentle? Or was he like a beast?”
“I will tell you everything. Please calm down, Miss Anna.”
As the three of them sat in the corner sharing dirty talk, Mina turned to me and asked.
“Are you good at table tennis?”
“I've never played before.”
“Ah, I was getting tired of playing against this scrub anyway.”
“A scrub?”
At those words, Yuna approached, fuming.
Seeing my usually expressionless sister this angry meant her pride had been deeply wounded.
“Should I play seriously too?”
“Pfft!… No, I'm not laughing at you… Pfft… I just think our green little brother here should be the referee, that's all.”
It was a ridiculous excuse, but her dedication was admirable. Yuna glared at her and transformed into her Succubus Form.
It was a signal that she was going all out. Mina snorted at the sight and gestured toward me with her chin.
“Hey, you referee. The winner gets exclusive rights to your cock for thirty minutes.”
“Who decided that?”
This was a democratic country. I had the freedom to stick my cock in whichever pussy I wanted. Nobody could infringe on that freedom.
Why were they deciding this on their own?
I tried to rebel slightly against her self-centered attitude, but—
“So, do you hate the idea?”
“I didn't say I hated it.”
Mina was asserting her freedom to ride my cock whenever she wanted.
She tied up her short hair so it wouldn't get in her way, showing just how serious she was about this game.
Meanwhile, Yuna, who had finished her transformation, stood on the opposite side of the table.
“Ready.”
I didn't know if it was okay for someone who didn't even know the rules to referee, but this was a rare opportunity to watch two dream demons, who had transcended human limits, clash up close.
“Start!”
The moment I blew the imaginary whistle, Yuna took the first serve.
She was serious right from the beginning.
Whoosh! The ball flew up, grazed the ceiling, and then curved in a bizarre trajectory off her paddle.
It was an attack so fast and complex that even an Olympic gold medalist wouldn't have been able to return it easily.
The ball hit Mina's side of the table and bounced high into the air. Mina leaped up, refusing to back down.
And in that instant, I finally identified the source of the sound effects I had heard on my way here.
Boom!
Despite jumping much later than the ball, Mina caught up to it instantly and slammed her paddle down.
It was a simple overhead smash. But by the time her arm came down, the ball had already flown across the room, slammed into the opponent's side, and bounced away.
Since the ball was hollow, I would have missed it entirely if it hadn't slowed down slightly mid-air.
It was an incredible match.
However, Yuna, who was giving her all in her Succubus Form, was no pushover. She swung her paddle in a circular motion, like a Tai Chi master. The ball hit her paddle and began to fly in erratic, wasp-like arcs.
Yuna's physical capabilities were superior to Mina's.
But she chose to showcase bizarre techniques, as if to say that relying on brute force alone was barbaric.
Power versus Technique.
A true clash of physical prowess and skill unfolded before my eyes.
“Ah!”
A fierce rally continued back and forth. The one to take the first point was Yuna, using her illusion shot.
Leaving afterimages like a clone technique, the ball hit the very edge of the table and dropped.
“Eeeek...! That's cheap!”
But the world of competition is cold and unforgiving.
“1-0. Uh, I don't know the rules well, but does the loser get the next serve?”
As the referee, I had to do my job, so I ignored Mina's frustration and spoke up. But all I got in return was a fierce shout.
“Hey! The game isn't over yet! Don't call me the loser!”
Maybe I should confiscate her cock privileges.
Mina huffed, grabbed the ball, and threw it to Yuna.
The match resumed.
Before long, the match reached its climax.
The score was 10-10. Since both women were fierce competitors who had thrown the concept of a deuce out the window, this next point would determine their joy and sorrow.
Watching this match, I realized something. I had always thought Yuna was the stronger one. But I was wrong.
In terms of pure brute strength, Mina was much stronger. But that wasn't the important part.
What was more important was—
Boom!
Swoosh... Bam!
Despite making sounds you'd only hear in an action movie, the paddle and the ball still managed to maintain their shapes.
Perhaps someone had cast magic on them, or they were adjusting their strength with exquisite control.
Of course, the surrounding environment, which hadn't received such protection, was turning into a complete disaster.
‘Seoyeon is going to be so mad.’
While I was worrying, Yuna began her fierce offensive.
Bang! With a sound like a gunshot, the ball flew to the left. Mina strained her thigh muscles and ran, barely managing to return it.
However, the ball that crossed the net was struck by Yuna once again, making another gunshot sound as it flew to the right, the exact opposite direction of where Mina was standing.
This sequence repeated several times.
The difference in stamina consumption between someone standing still and someone running back and forth was obvious. The match was slowly tilting in one direction.
“……Tsk…!”
Mina looked fine for now, but she was bound to start panting soon.
She needed to find a way to break through this situation, even if it meant taking a massive risk.
The ball crossed the table in the blink of an eye. My head whipped back and forth several times a second.
And then, the breakthrough came from an unexpected place.
Yuna's paddle met the ball. But instead of pushing it back smoothly as she usually did, she snapped her wrist, much like she did when she gave me handjobs.
Perhaps because I was so focused, I managed to catch that split-second motion that I normally wouldn't have even seen.
Swoosh! The ball sliced through the air, seemingly heading normally to the left. The moment Mina ran in that direction—
Screeech! Thwack!
“……!”
The ball hit the table and suddenly began to spin, grinding against the surface. A moment later, it caught the reverse spin and bounced in the opposite direction.
It was Yuna's secret trump card to end this long, grueling match.
Mina stared at the ball blankly for a split second, but refusing to give up, she gritted her teeth and launched herself forward, completely defying inertia.
Mina flew at near-sonic speed. I felt a thrill run down my spine at this incredible sight, which money couldn't buy.
It wasn't just because of Mina's bouncing breasts as she ran; it was the sheer intensity of the match itself.
But there was a problem.
“Uh, wait...!”
Why was the ball flying toward me?
As expected of a technique Yuna had put so much effort into, the curve was spectacular. The ball easily bent past 90 degrees and was flying straight toward me on the sidelines.
And the other sister, blinded by her competitive urge, was charging right at me with her paddle raised, completely ignoring my presence.
The scene began to play out in slow motion.
‘Ah.’
Is this what they call a life flash?
Memories of my past unfolded in my mind like a film reel, forcing me into a state of reminiscence.
Pussy, pussy, and more pussy.
Though my memories were filled with nothing but flesh-colored, lewd encounters, it had been a short but highly enjoyable life.
I felt blood rushing to my cock.
Whoosh!
Would the paddle flying with ferocious momentum smash my skull first?
Or would my cock erect first?
Crunch!
I couldn't tell.
“Jihan……!”
Fortunately, Jihan wasn't hit by the paddle Mina swung.
Mina barely managed to strike the ball flying toward Jihan, and the redirected ball hit the edge of Yuna's side of the table before embedding itself in the wall.
The game ended with Mina's victory.
However, Mina's mass combined with her incredible speed generated a massive amount of force, and Jihan, who was caught in the collision, rolled across the floor several times.
If he had been a normal human, he would have died on the spot. But even while unconscious, his cock was twitching, standing fully erect.
“Is... is he dead?”
“Rigor mortis?” As Mina panicked, a hand came flying from behind and slapped her back.
Smack!
“Ow! Why did you hit me?!”
“You crazy bitch, is that any way to talk about your brother?”
“It's your fault too, Sis! If I hadn't hit the ball away, he really would have died!”
Yuna couldn't find any words to refute that.
“Anyway, I won, right?”
“……Rematch.”
“I'll just win again.”
As the two sisters continued their war of nerves, their mother spoke up.
“Girls?”
“……!”
“……!”
At that quiet but authoritative voice, the two sisters stiffened and slowly turned their heads. In their line of sight stood their mother, Baek Sera, wearing a beautiful smile.
She didn't say another word after that, but the situation was resolved instantly.
“I'll take him to the room and lay him down. Sis... clean up here.”
For a moment, Yuna wanted to say she would go too, but looking at the wrecked table tennis room, she managed to nod. “……Fine.”
“Should I carry the Young Master, Miss?”
“No, it's fine. Whoop, he's lighter than I thought. Anna, help clean up here.”
With that, Mina carried Jihan on her back and headed to the room. Upon arriving, she opened the medicine cabinet she had found yesterday while checking the shelves and pulled out some bandages.
Those bandages weren't for Jihan. After gently laying Jihan down on the futon, Mina began to wrap the bandages around her own body, which was trembling from the overexertion.
Throb, throb!
Because she had exerted an explosive amount of force so suddenly, her body was quite sore. The final movement she had made was the main culprit.
“Tsk… I need to work out harder.”
She had been slacking on her workouts lately because she was so into sex, but to think just a few days of rest would leave her body in this state.
“Who the hell said sex is a workout? Seriously.”
She stripped off her sweat-soaked clothes and wrapped the bandages. She considered taking a shower, but decided against it, thinking she would just sweat again anyway.
Her eyes gleamed with a sharp light, like a beast that had spotted its prey.
As luck would have it, she and Jihan were the only ones in the room. The rest of the family was still downstairs, busy cleaning up or chatting.
She hummed a little tune as she walked with light steps. Her destination, of course, was the futon where Jihan was lying.
His cock, standing tall as if trying to reach the sky, filled her vision.
In an instant, the room began to fill with the sweet scent of oranges.