Chapter 33
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Siblings' Praise
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Geumbi sis's deduction had been spot on.
Sujeong sis had washed the pants with water just in case, but she hadn't thought to deal with the smell.
There was no stopping Geumbi sis from heading down there to compare samples.
"Ahh, sis...!"
"Quiet, you pervert."
Geumbi sis, who had been face-to-face with me moments ago, was now positioned at my collarbone, right by my chest.
Of course, her hands were working even lower, freely roaming, and the space between my legs was entirely at her mercy.
"If you touch me like that, I can't keep my mouth shut... ngh."
"That's your fault for getting it all hard like this. If you'd stayed soft, I could've touched it without any reaction, right?"
It was utter nonsense.
She was making me relive memories from atop the bed, rubbing our bodies together—how could I not react?
'And of all things, still in these pajama pants... the fabric's way too thin... urgh.'
Her hand over the thin cotton shorts felt incredibly vivid.
My hands were busy covering my mouth, but even so, moans slipped out now and then.
Each time, Geumbi sis grumbled with her words, but I caught glimpses of her face lighting up with a pleased smile at my flustered expression.
"Heh. Getting all worked up from just a few strokes... ngh. Did you act like this in front of Sujeong sis too?"
"N-no... Sujeong sis didn't do it like this... ngh."
"Oh? Then what did she do?"
"What do you mean... Seriously, Sujeong sis didn't lay a finger on me... aaah."
"Keep lying, why don't you? Hmph, fine. You'll spill the truth soon enough anyway."
Was this the end of the boy who cried wolf?
All my excuses had been unraveled, and now even the truth wouldn't fly.
Geumbi sis was already convinced there was something going on between Sujeong sis and me.
And she was pouring all her feelings about it straight into my crotch.
"Sis, stop... If you keep shaking it like that, squeezing it so tight...!"
"You liked it like this last time too, didn't you? Your tastes are so consistent, pervert."
"I can't help it... Any guy would react to you grabbing and stroking there... ngh."
"So guys who react to their own sister's hand are normal? Huh?"
"...But it's because it's you, Geumbi sis. What can I do if I can't control it?"
"H-heh?!"
Squeeze.
She'd been teasing me just enough to keep me on edge, only touching my groin to make me cum.
But for some reason, she suddenly gripped the shaft hard, bending her fingers like she was wringing it out.
"Ow, sis, sis?! That actually hurts this time...!"
"Eh? S-sorry. No, it's because you said something weird all of a sudden..."
"Ugh, what did I even say?"
"...If you don't realize it, whatever. It's nothing on second thought."
What had I just said?
I'd been repeating nothing but moans, cries, pleas, and begging—I couldn't remember properly.
'It probably wasn't meaningless, though. Her face is flushed that red...'
She hurriedly hid her face behind her bangs, but she couldn't conceal cheeks and ears red as ripe tomatoes.
Wondering if I'd accidentally sexually harassed her without realizing, I swallowed hard and tried to brush it off.
"Look, whatever I said, it's probably because you're just that good at it."
"Huh?"
"I mean, ugh. It wasn't teasing—it was a compliment. Your touch feels so good."
"...Who are you trying to tease right now?"
"I-I'm serious! If you wanna call it... sister praise... agggh?!"
After agonizing over it, I'd even coined a ridiculous new term to appease her, but it backfired spectacularly.
Her hand, which had loosened for a moment, clamped down on my groin again, paired with a sharp glare that scolded me.
"Is that what you say to your sister? What, 'sister praise'? How's that any different from harassment?!"
"L-let me take it back... I couldn't think of a better word. Sorry."
"Still, it boils down to saying I'm great at groping you down here, doesn't it? That doesn't sound like a compliment no matter how you spin it."
"But it's true... aaack?! Okay, I won't! I really messed up!"
"Hmph, are you actually reflecting? I can't trust a word you say anymore, Jigu."
"I'm dead serious. Uh, wait... On second thought, your touch kinda sucks. You've been kneading it this much and I haven't felt a thing... hagh?! W-why this time?!"
"......That pisses me off even more. If you're gonna insult me, just compliment me instead. Tch."
Teasing was a crime, compliments pissed her off, and insults made her angrier—every path was a bed of nails, so I half-sobbed and flopped my head back onto the bed.
"Haa, ha, hah... haa."
"I'm the one busily stroking away, so why are you panting like that?"
"...You try it sometime, sis. See if you can hold still... ngh."
"Can't even endure a little without teasing again? Typical pervert."
"Then what should I say... sis dear."
"Shut up. If you have nothing to say, just answer my question. When the hell is this thing gonna cum already?"
Come to think of it, she wasn't tormenting me for fun—she was trying to extract evidence from down there.
But damn. It felt good, then hurt; I got excited, then she'd squeeze hard, throwing off the timing every time.
'If she just gave a stronger stimulus, I could finish in one go.'
I glanced down furtively at my crotch, where Geumbi sis's hand rested.
It felt good, but I could tell what the problem was from the awkward position and her palm just covering it over the pants.
"What? Why are you staring at my hand?"
"No, it's just... given the situation, it's hard to just enjoy it."
"And?"
"...A little more intense stimulation would be nice."
"How? You'll complain it hurts if I squeeze harder."
"Not that... ngh, forget it. This is fine too."
"What? Spit it out if you're gonna start."
"No, it's nothing. This might not be right after all... ack?!"
"Answer me. Or I'll really stop."
"Ow, with pants and underwear on, it's not transmitting well. If you just used your bare hand... Ah, that's why I didn't say it?!"
Before I could finish, Geumbi sis's mouth fell open in shock.
Soon, her surprised eyes filled with disdain as she glared at me.
"You little... Does this seem like something I'm doing for your pleasure?"
"Y-you asked! You wanted to know how to make me cum faster, so I answered honestly... ngh."
"Who told you to be that honest? Bare hand... Jeez, is that something siblings do?!"
"Ack, kuh... Isn't what we're doing already way beyond sibling stuff? Augh."
Fuming, she latched onto my words, and I bit my lip through the next wave of stimulation.
Meanwhile, Geumbi sis seemed to realize I had a point and fell silent, lost in thought for a moment.
"......Hoo."
"Ngh, sis...?"
"Well, when you do it alone, you obviously use your bare hand, right?"
"Yeah. That's how people usually jerk off, isn't it?"
"Then... that must feel more natural for you? No matter how much I rub over clothes, it can't compare."
"...Pretty much."
To be honest, I couldn't say it was exactly that.
This—Geumbi sis touching me—was 99% better than doing it solo.
The 1% deduction was for the intermittent violence and insults.
But even accounting for that, the pleasure was overwhelming now, surging from her fingertips slipping inside my pants.
"S-sis? For real? You okay with that?"
"You said it'd make you cum faster this way. Let's just get it over with quick. This is... super embarrassing for me too."
Blushing furiously, Geumbi sis slipped her hand into my waistband.
It crept up over my underwear, circling between my legs as if confirming position.
Before long, her hand inside my pants pushed past even the thin fabric of my briefs.
Geumbi sis's delicate, soft right hand.
Dove beneath my pants and underwear, pressing directly against my skin.
"Hngh...!"
"Ngh?! Ah, I haven't even moved yet...?"
"Your bare skin touching it is too sensitive... kuh."
"Th-that much? ...Idiot, don't enjoy it so much. Pervert..."
Her fingertips grazed my skin, then poked the head.
In that instant, I forgot to cover my mouth and let out a moan; Geumbi sis startled, then wrapped her warm hand snugly around the shaft amid whispered insults.
Her bare hand gripped my cock directly, no fabric in between.
The sensation, the warmth, the pulse from below—even her slight tremors... it all drove me insane.
"Just stroke it like that... Geumbi sis."
"Mhm. L-like this? Is this okay?"
"Y-yeah, perfect. Just like that... ngh."
"Ah, doesn't it hurt? You kept complaining even over clothes."
"Actually, skin-on-skin means no chafing, so it's good. You seem to know just how much pressure to use."
"Well... even if I hate it, I can feel the shape so clearly. Hn."
She'd been bold groping vaguely over pants, but feeling the exact shape made her cautious.
Thanks to that, my cock savored optimal stimulation in her hand.
The built-up pleasure hit its peak as her fingertips slid down the full length of the shaft and cupped the head—.
"Ngh, sis... haaah!"
"Heek?! Ah, uwa. Jigu, don't tell me... hik."
Her hand squeezed from base to tip, and I came hard without warning.
Geumbi sis was too shocked to speak, yet instinctively—or by chance?—she fully covered the head with her hand, catching every drop inside her palm.
And yet, she hiccuped out loud.
Her panicked expression belied her eyes, fixed intently on the small gap in my pants where her hand was.
"Haa, haa, ha... haa."
"Ahh, uh, g-good job? Jiguuu..."
Good job at what?
Did she even know why we were doing this?
At Geumbi sis's sudden praise, I looked down hazily.
Her cute face trembling by my chest made me reach out and stroke her head without thinking.
"Hyah?! W-what are you doing... idiot."
I'd expected anger, but she just shyly cast her eyes down.
She didn't pull away or shake off my hand, so like how she gripped my lower half, I clutched her head tight and ruffled her hair for a good while.
"You did great too, sis. Amazing right to the end."
In this awkward situation, all I could offer was presumptuous praise from someone who didn't know her side.
But Geumbi sis seemed to like hearing it, listening quietly to my voice.
I thought laundry duty was best left to Geumbi sis after all.
As the heat spread across the bed, I soaked in the warm touch against my skin to my heart's content.
...Naturally, a familiar scent soon wafted up from below.