The Taste of My Adoptive Sister's Pussy (2)
Dong Ari bent over at the waist.
Her ass, lewdly slick with moisture, spread open right before my eyes…
'Ngh! So fucking lewd!!'
I went fully erect on the spot.
"…? What, you got hard again?"
"Well, it's only natural to get hard when I'm looking at someone as beautiful as you, milady."
"Hmph. Fair enough."
For fifteen years, the three bitches of this household had watched me pop a hard-on at the sight of a woman, every single day. But since not one of those three had ever once seen me as a man, they wrote my erections off as roughly equivalent to a pet dog's bodily functions. Miserable treatment for a man — but for a pervert, never having to hide a hard-on is downright convenient.
What's more, from childhood on I'd played the thoroughly obedient slave in front of the three women of this house. So the mother and daughters of this family don't grow wary of me in the slightest, no matter how hard I get. A feat fifteen years of grueling method acting had achieved.
'Fifteen years of toil, grooming them until this became possible.'
From the very instant I learned they'd adopted me to exploit me as a slave, I had invested fifteen years into my revenge on the bitches of this house.
'That's right — little by little, I conditioned them until showing me their most intimate places felt like nothing at all.'
It began innocently, with nothing more than wiping down their bodies. And as the years rolled by, I expanded the territory I "cleaned" one small step at a time, creeping toward more forbidden ground. Every time they adapted to something new, I'd coax them into holding their pose just a little more obscenely — until, at long last, I succeeded in making even a situation like this feel perfectly ordinary to them.
'Fifteen whole years of dedicated conditioning, kekeke…'
I gazed at Dong Ari, bent obscenely at the waist with her ass thrust out toward me. Her legs were spread even wider than her shoulders, putting her smooth, utterly hairless pussy on full display.
"Milady, your pussy is so silky. Did you groom it yourself?"
"Yeah. Wasn't even that hard, actually? I can probably handle it myself from now on."
I'm sorry, what? That fucking bitch — trying to steal one of my few remaining pleasures? You worked me like a slave; the least you owe me is the grooming.
"You probably can't see it well from your angle, milady, but the skin here on your outer lips is slightly damaged."
"What? Seriously??"
"Yes. Shall I take a picture and show you?"
"Then take it."
Thank you for volunteering to be my newest fap material.
I pulled out my smartphone and took photos framing both her face — glancing back at me over her shoulder — and her pussy in perfect clarity. With the shutter sound muted, I could snap away all I wanted without Ari having the faintest clue.
'Just one photo gets moved to the regular album…' The rest would be safely archived in my hidden folder.
"Here you go, milady. Zoom in and you can see the little cut on your pussy."
I handed over the phone, and Ari frowned as she studied the picture. Even her scowl was fucking gorgeous. The women of this family really had hit the genetic jackpot in the looks department.
"Ugh, there really is a cut…"
"Lady Ari, what if you'd scarred your precious pussy shaving it all by yourself? From now on, leave this kind of work to this household's slave — that would be me."
"I suppose I will. My friends all groom themselves, so I just copied them, and…"
"I guarantee you their pussies are covered in nicks too. Nobody on earth gives a better shave than I do."
"Now that you mention it… when I did it myself, a razor took a few minutes, but when you groomed me, Virgin King, it took a whole hour. So that was you being extra careful, huh."
Not exactly. I shaved slowly on purpose so I could spend that hour admiring the pussies of you three lovely ladies. Not that I could ever let my pervert nature show, of course — time to put on a performance.
"Of course. It's your precious, beautiful pussy, milady. I couldn't risk leaving a single mark, so I was being extremely thorough."
"Hmph. That's my little brother for you. A useful slave."
"Thank you, milady."
The biggest reason this bitch grew up so insufferably rude was her Adoptive Mother. A former delinquent who screwed around, got knocked up far too young, and raised the kid alone because she had no idea which bastard the father was. And get this — when she got pregnant with her second daughter, she didn't know who the father was that time either. How much of a blockhead do you have to be to keep banging until you're pregnant and still not know who the father is? And since a thick-skulled delinquent was never going to raise children properly, both daughters grew up into thick-skulled delinquents themselves.
'But here's the strange part — the women of this house are lucky as hell.'
The blockhead Adoptive Mother never once managed to land a proper job while raising her two kids. So where did the money come from? No support from her parents, apparently — they were estranged.
'The answer: lottery jackpots.'
When she got pregnant with her first, the Adoptive Mother bought one of those special lotteries even minors could play — and took first prize. So many people won that draw that only 1.1 billion won remained after taxes, but it was more than enough for a house, a car, and raising a baby. Of course, the Adoptive Mother had never heard of the word "budget," and the money burned fast; by the time the eldest was in kindergarten, the cash had run dry.
Blockhead or not, the Adoptive Mother truly treasured her daughters, and she moved to sell the house — and then the numbers Ari had rattled off as a joke won the lottery a second time. 1.8 billion won after taxes. With a house and car already in hand and a mountain of cash suddenly appearing, the Adoptive Mother did something rare for her: she actually used her head. Learning from her past splurging, she kept just 200 million won for living expenses and gifted the remaining 1.6 billion to her two daughters.
'Being a blockhead, though, she never saw the taxes coming.'
Had she simply kept the money herself, she could have spent the full 1.8 billion in after-tax winnings. Instead, the idiot gifted it to her children and got slapped with over 600 million won in gift tax. Either way, thanks to that blunder each daughter came to hold a little over 400 million won in cash assets — and the Adoptive Mother locked every last won of it into their savings accounts so they couldn't touch a cent until marriage. She resolved to scrape by on her own remaining 200 million. That, incidentally, was also the point at which she adopted me: a convenient son to work as a slave.
But under the blockhead Adoptive Mother's management, 200 million wasn't going to last long. One failed job hunt after another kept forcing her to dip into the cash. And right at that moment, the lottery numbers my younger sister — the second daughter, a year my junior — picked after starting middle school… won first prize. Again.
'That was the moment the sheer, monstrous luck of this household's women was proven beyond a shadow of a doubt.'
This time there was only a single winner — and it happened to be the largest jackpot in the lottery's history. What does that mean? 56 billion won, after taxes. The precise moment the bitches of this family became rich bitches. Having learned her lesson from the gift-tax fiasco, the Adoptive Mother didn't hand this windfall to her kids. Instead, she bought everything her children needed with her own money, ensuring they grew up wanting for nothing.
'Yes — this lewd pussy before my eyes belongs to a very expensive rich bitch.'
While carefully "dabbing" Dong Ari dry, I casually rubbed her outer lips with my left hand.
Shlick—!
Then I spread those lips apart with my fingers, baring the lewd pink inner folds hidden between them.
'Behold: an expensive pussy that even smells obscene, on full display!'
Seizing the moment, I secretly filmed her spread pussy on my phone. My stockpile of fap-material photos and videos had already piled up into the terabytes on my private server.
"Your pussy is truly beautiful, Lady Ari. I read a book on human anatomy once, and yours matches the textbook's ideal shape exactly."
"Really?? My pussy is that special?"
That part was true. Aside from inheriting the Adoptive Mother's blockhead genes, everything about her was perfect — from her monstrous luck right down to her looks. Which only made her that much more obscene.
"Yes — and that brings me to my point. It's only my personal theory, but… if you give a pussy regular massages, wouldn't it stay pretty for a very, very long time?"
Holding her spread open with my left hand, I wiped the moisture from her cheeks with my right, achingly slow. This bitch, blockhead genes and all, had no idea I was savoring my perversions at that very second. She'd never once seen me as a man, so the idea of perverted behavior probably didn't even exist in her imagination.
"A massage… huh? Well, if I'm going to offer my virginity to my prince on a white horse someday, I suppose my pussy had better stay pretty, right?"
Ah. That stung a little, just now. Because Dong Ari's dream is to someday meet her prince on a white horse. Which is why, unlike the Adoptive Mother, she's still a virgin despite her delinquent roots. I could see the proof plainly, too — her hymen, deep inside that wide-open pink pussy.
Feeling mischievous, I decided to trick her a little more cleverly.
"Lady Ari, some princes on white horses actually dislike inexperienced virgins."
"What?? Seriously??"
She must have been genuinely shocked, because I could see Ari's asshole clench, lewd and tight.
"Men's tastes come in all varieties, you see. Some love virgins. Some can't stand them."
"Then there's no telling what the prince I end up with will be into?"
"Exactly. But a truly beautiful pussy can seduce even a prince who prefers virgins — hymen or no hymen."
At that, Ari turned to look back at me with a radiant smile.
"Really? So a pussy like mine could manage it even without being a virgin's?"
"Absolutely. Although… only if pussy massages keep it exactly this pretty, forever and ever."
And blockhead Ari sank into grave deliberation over my words.
'Good. Now's my chance.'
One trait shared by all the women of this house: when they fall deep into thought, they won't notice you calling them — or touching them. Which means…
"Milady? Milady? Can you hear me? My cock's feeling lonely, so I'll just comfort it with your pussy for a little while, okay?"
I could say something this insane and she wouldn't register a syllable of it.
"Bringing up other men right in front of me like that — you're making me jealous, you know."
Long experience told me Ari would stay lost in thought for at least five minutes. The Super-Concentration State. A phenomenon in which the brain focuses so excessively on a single thought that it fails to register any external stimulus whatsoever.
Ever since I caught on to this bizarre weakness of the household's women, I'd made a habit of steering my words to deliberately trigger their "Super-Concentration State." Why? To enjoy my perversions, obviously!
Ssshhk…
With just over four minutes of bliss remaining, I fished my magnificent cock out of my pants.