Chapter 31
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: I Touched My Little Sister's Breasts
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“Haah... fuck...”
Plagued by self-loathing, I jerked off again while staring at Mom's Instagram photos.
The guilt melted away like sugar in water, replaced by a raging lust that filled my lower half.
Yesterday and today... why the hell was I getting so turned on?
I'd spied on Mom having sex with Dad plenty of times before. I'd heard her scream lewdly so many times as he pinned her down and ravaged her like she was being raped. So why was hearing her get fucked by Kwak Young-cheol making me hard all over again?
Then it hit me—Kwak Young-cheol wasn't Dad.
He wasn't 'family.' He was just a 'man.'
Kwak Young-cheol was a 'man,' not 'family.'
Dad—as family—fucking his wife, Mom, was one thing entirely different from a 'man' like Kwak Young-cheol fucking 'Mom.'
Yeah.
I had no choice but to admit it.
I got sexually excited—screw the highbrow bullshit—when Mom looked slutty to other men.
I got horny when other guys eyed her like a whore, staring at that huge ass of hers with raw desire, dying to pound it.
Unconsciously, I imagined her getting crushed and fucked by them, and it made me throb.
I'd gotten off listening to the sounds of Mom's pale, slender body being brutally, humiliatingly, violated under that pig of a man, Kwak Young-cheol.
And today, I'd confirmed there were tens of thousands of guys looking at her with those wet, lust-filled eyes.
Just thinking about it brought on an indescribable, depraved pleasure I couldn't control.
I knew it was wrong, but my brain couldn't resist this brand-new ecstasy.
“Hah... hah, hah...”
A son jerking off to his mom's Instagram pics.
The worst. The usual post-nut emptiness was doubled, laced with guilt.
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January 7th
A high school senior's winter break is insanely boring.
SATs done, applications submitted—now it was just endless waiting.
I killed time at the PC bang with Gyu-tae, that idiot who'd applied to the same college as me (though the major was a problem).
Oh.
I hadn't jerked off thinking about Mom again since that day.
The mental aftermath was too much. I tried my best to hold back.
It didn't always work. Sometimes I'd unconsciously open her Instagram and sneak peeks at her photos.
And at home, catching glimpses of her defenseless body forced me to hide my unwanted erections. She lounged around in just panties and a loose tank top, or dolphin pants that showed half her ass paired with a crop top.
It never fazed me before, but now it did.
Embarrassing as it was, after crossing that irreversible line thinking of her a couple times, I couldn't just suppress it and look at her indifferently like nothing happened.
I just hoped Mom never caught on to my thoughts.
So I stayed out late, playing around as much as possible.
The problem was coming home late...
Every few days, that bastard Kwak Young-cheol would show up, plop down like he was the stepdad, brazen as hell.
“Oh, Hyun-seong's back?”
“H-Hi...”
“Best time of your life, right? Have fun while you can.”
There he was, smack in the middle of the living room like it was his house, greeting me casually as if nothing happened... acting like he was already family. It just made me uncomfortable.
...Sure, legally on paper this was his place and we were mooching, but don't be a coward and throw facts at me like that.
And under the sofa where Kwak Young-cheol sprawled with his legs wide like he owned the place, Mom knelt primly peeling an apple for him—like she was his wife. (I'd never seen her do that for Dad.)
“Hyun-seong's home?”
“Yeah... came back from hanging with friends.”
“You eat?”
“Yeah. I'm heading in.”
I played it cool as best I could and slipped into my room.
It was hard watching her act like she'd already remarried him, flaunting it right in front of us.
Hoo. No matter how I looked at it, that Kwak Young-cheol... he pissed me off so much.
I stormed into the room, slamming the door open in rage...
Fuck.
This is insane.
What the hell was wrong with her???
“Hey, what're you doing?”
“Ugh, what? Knock next time.”
My little sister, sharing the room with me—Kang Mi-hyun—was rolling around in just her panties, topless, no bra. Her big, white tits were right there in plain view.
She was so glued to her phone that even with me walking in, she kept texting away, ignoring me and snapping at me instead of covering up.
Damn, this crazy bitch.
She stripped carelessly all the time, but only when changing—never just lounging fully topless like this. Today she was really pushing it.
“Ajusshi's out there—put some clothes on, you psycho.”
“Whatever. Why're you home later than me for once?”
“Shut up.”
Ha.
But trouble again.
Thanks to Mom, I was already reflexively hard. Shit...
In my sweats, and not to brag, but my pretty big dick was tenting obviously.
“You fucking perv.”
“...What now?”
“You just got hard staring at my tits, didn't you? Sicko.”
“Are you nuts? Don't start shit—get lost.”
It wasn't because of you, bitch.
But her saying it out loud made me suddenly hyper-aware of Mi-hyun's naked body. I'd had zero thoughts before, but now I felt embarrassed for no reason.
As I awkwardly turned away, she jumped up like she'd struck gold.
“Perv. Getting hard over your little sister's tits?”
She sauntered over in her panties, smirking and picking a fight right next to me—thrusting her chest out toward me.
Of course, topless, those huge rocket-shaped tits were aimed right at me like missiles ready to launch...
“I said beat it. Nothing to see anyway. Put some damn clothes on.”
“What? Holy shit, you really are hard? What's wrong with you?”
“Huh?”
“You never cared when I stripped around before. So why now??”
“Not because of you, dumbass.”
I averted my eyes from her chest and shoved her away...
Maybe because I swung without aiming?
Squish!
My hand accidentally grazed her tit. I yanked it back, but she'd already latched onto it, thrilled.
“Whoa, now you're groping me outright?”
“You crazy bitch, it was an accident!”
That soft, squishy feel lingered weirdly on my hand, making the mood super awkward. But Mi-hyun seemed to love it.
“Oppa, how'd my tits feel? Good, right?”
“What?”
“Honestly, they're top-tier... Ten thousand won to touch 'em once. Deal?”
I couldn't take it anymore.
Whack!
I smacked her upside the head.
“Ow! Why'd you hit me!”
“'Cause you're acting crazy, psycho. You lost your mind? Ten thousand what?”
“Jeez, it was a joke—why so serious, you prick?”
“You do that shit normally or what?”
“You nuts? Think I sell my body?”
She finally grumbled and shuffled to her spot, pulling on a T-shirt.
Exhausted, I went to mine, turned my back to her, and lay on my side.
Hmm...
That brief touch just now... the feel of a woman's breast for the first time.
Sure, it was my little sister's, but honestly? Kinda hot.
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I was killing time on my phone in the room when Kwak Young-cheol and Mom in the living room showed no signs of leaving.
“Puhaha!”
“Fun, right, oppa? That bitch actually said to me...”
I stepped out to hit the bathroom and saw they'd set up a full drinking spread.
“Hyun-seong, wanna drink?”
“Nah, I'm good.”
“Aw, c'mon—what kinda man doesn't drink? Hey, college is all about booze marathons.”
“...”
“Oh, that part-time gig at my shop I mentioned? Thought about it?”
“Still thinking.”
“Cool. Quit overthinking and come work. More experience early on, the better. Look at me—no college, and I'm fucking living large.”
“...Yeah.”
I humored him enough and headed back to flop down when...
Oh.
Setting up drinks meant no heading home tonight...
They'd probably fuck right next door again, loud as last time.
'...'
But unlike before... I wasn't just pissed this time.
Sure enough, an hour later the living room chatter died down... and sounds started from next door.
'Fuck, starting again.'
“...Ah... ah...”
Mom's sexy voice as that bastard Kwak Young-cheol pounded her.
Unlike last time, though, she was holding back—her moans too quiet to pierce the wall fully.
Muffled words in between, but I couldn't make them out.
Was she minding me?
But... it just made me more curious. What were they talking about? Snippets between moans, but too unclear—driving me nuts.
I tossed and turned forever, then couldn't take it—I quietly cracked the door and slipped into the living room.
“Haah❤... Ahng❤!”
But... the bedroom door was ajar—just enough to peek with one eye. That's why the moans hit louder out here.
“...”
I hesitated a split second, then got drawn in like a moth. Tiptoeing on heels to muffle steps, I felt like a thief.
Anyway, I crept to the gap... took a deep breath to steady myself... and peered through.
As if positioned perfectly for the view, the two were stacked right in the sweet spot.