Night of Frenzy 1
Hanpan woke to the racket of a car pulling into the house.
It was an incredibly loud engine, a sound he had never heard before. Thinking his mother might have brought a guest home, he headed down to the underground garage still half-asleep.
There sat a yellow Lamborghini Urus he had never seen before. His mother’s and sister’s cars were still parked right beside it, so for a moment he wondered if she had simply brought a demo car home from the dealership.
As if to prove it, he watched his mother and sister climb out of the vehicle. It looked like she had deliberately chosen something flashy to boost his sister’s image.
Both of them were fully made up and coiffed, proof they had stopped by a salon—heavier makeup and styling than he ever saw them wear on ordinary days. So-jo looked glamorous enough to prove why celebrities were celebrities, while Mi-ho carried a deep, sultry atmosphere. Aura poured off them; most men would have been intimidated by the sheer presence they radiated.
When they turned toward him after stepping out of the car, Hanpan got a clear look.
His mother, Mi-ho, had soft waves set into her hair, parted roughly two-to-eight, cascading naturally over her shoulders. One side was swept forward to half-veil her eyes, giving her a quietly sexy look. The pinkish smoky makeup in particular made her gaze smolder; just staring at her was enough to stir something restless and dangerous.
So-jo, by contrast, had pulled her long hair into a single sleek bun that emphasized the clean line of her neck and played up her pure, innocent side. They looked like sisters—Mi-ho could almost pass for So-jo’s much older sister if you exaggerated a little. The difference lay in the makeup: Mi-ho’s was pink-toned and youthful, while So-jo’s carried a passionate red heat.
For a split second Hanpan wondered what it would feel like to push his cock between those two different pairs of lips. The image of their plump mouths brushing against him made his cock stir, and he quickly shook his head to chase the pictures out of his mind.
So-jo saw the motion and laughed.
“What? Does looking at this noona make you dizzy? Hoho.”
She walked toward him with a bright laugh, eyeing the flattened side of his hair.
“Were you sleeping? I texted you to get ready…”
“Ah… I just need to wash up and throw some clothes on, that’s all…”
“Hurry and shower. We’re ready to go the second we change!”
Hanpan scratched the back of his head and dipped his chin.
“Ah… yes, noona… got it… But damn, you two look insane. I thought we were just going out to play?”
So-jo grinned.
“You really are a fresh-out-of-the-army grunt… You need to lose a little more of that military stiffness. This noona’s face is pretty well-known, and the place we’re hitting tonight is a brand-new hot spot. There’s an event, so of course the hottest people will be there. If you’re going to escort us, you have to look sharp too or my reputation tanks. And if we’re going, we might as well go all out… Party time! You don’t even know what that is? Well, you just got discharged, so I guess you need time to adjust to civilian life… Anyway, hurry up and get ready.”
“Yes, yes… of course… I understand, noona.”
He kept nodding under the flood of her words, then sighed, turned, and walked back to his room. He went straight to the shower, washed, dried off completely, and stood in front of the mirror.
A muscular man stared back. One hundred eighty-five centimeters of height gave him an imposing frame—broad chest, wide shoulders packed with solid muscle, and especially the sharp, royal lines of his abs that marked him as a genuinely sexy man.
But the real highlight was the massive cock hanging between his thighs. Length and girth that would put most black men to shame, a thick head that looked like a giant king oyster mushroom, and a perfectly straight shaft—he was confident it would hold its own anywhere.
A proud smile tugged at his lips as he reached down and stroked himself once. He thought of the lipstick on his mother and sister’s plump lips just moments ago. His cock slowly hardened; he gave it a few lazy pumps. In no time it stretched out long and thick like a horse’s, and he stood there a while simply enjoying the sight of himself in the mirror. Smiling, he lingered, then finally dried his hair with the dryer.
That was when he heard the rapid click of high heels approaching the door. Before he could react, a knock sounded and the door swung wide open.
“Hey, Kim Hanpan, what are you doing? Hurry up! We’re going to be late!”
So-jo’s sharp voice made him instinctively cover himself, but there was no way to hide the full erection. As a last-second move he spun toward the wall.
“Ah, noona! What the hell! Have some manners and close the door! I’m changing!!!”
At his yell So-jo, who had already stepped inside, saw him whirl around and understood the situation—but she had already seen him naked.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry!”
She turned as if to leave, then her playful side kicked in. She glanced back over her shoulder.
Her little brother’s naked body, packed with solid copper-toned muscle, filled her vision. Those rock-hard ass muscles looked especially delicious. A sly smile curved her lips as she turned fully and walked toward him.
Hanpan stared at her in horror.
“What? I told you to get out.”
“Hehehe, don’t wanna.”
“Come on, leave! I need to put clothes on!”
So-jo snickered as she closed the distance, then smacked his ass with her open palm. A dull, solid sound rang out. The dense, springy feel of his muscle traveled straight into her hand—like striking a heavy stone. She was privately startled by how hard he was, but she kept her face smooth and let her eyes travel slowly over him.
Naturally, the thick head of the cock he was trying to pin down with his hand peeked out between his slightly parted thighs. For a second she was stunned by the length and girth. So-jo was open-minded enough that she never minded one-night stands; she had seen plenty of cocks, but the one hanging on her own little brother’s body was in a completely different league. She found herself wondering whether something that size could even fit inside a woman.
Hanpan, feeling her stare boring into his naked body, snapped.
“Get out already! I’m seriously getting pissed!”
He looked genuinely angry. Sensing she had pushed the joke too far, So-jo decided to stop here. She forced a smile and turned away.
“Our little brother has a nice body! Hoho, okay! Hurry and get dressed! Who told you to take forever? Mom and I will wait outside, so put something on and come out!”
Hanpan watched her back as she stepped out. His sister looked pretty damn sexy, he thought. She had always had a killer figure and was famous for it. Back in school people constantly begged him to set up blind dates with her, and more than once guys had loitered in front of their old house just to catch a glimpse of her. The same thing happened with Seo-a, and he had had to chase them off more than once.
So-jo especially had the long limbs and delicate bone structure of a model—almost like a ballerina—except for how cheerfully loud she was, he couldn’t find a single flaw. Tonight she seemed to be leaning into mature sex appeal, poured into a thin black knit dress that clung like paint. It was seriously hot. The hem only reached just below her knees, but every step stretched the fabric and left her thighs to the imagination, which made it even filthier. After seeing that firm, small-watermelon ass of hers, he had to admit a former beauty-pageant contestant really did have a body that could stop traffic.
He sighed again as the door closed behind her, then headed for the closet.
Meanwhile So-jo carefully pretended to shut the door all the way. Once outside she quietly gripped the handle from the other side and eased it open a crack. Through the gap she watched Hanpan pull on his underwear—and once more she got a clear, shocking look at the cock that had stunned her earlier. The size was no ordinary size. She confirmed that what she had just seen was real, solid fact. Her mouth fell open without her even noticing as she stared at him sliding into his briefs.
Learning that her little brother was packing what people called a monster made her feel surprise and, at the same time, a quiet, secret pride.