Chapter 63
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Lustful Moans
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Before becoming one with Hwayeon, all sorts of thoughts had crowded my mind.
Was it really okay to do this with my little sister?
How far would the excuse of being drunk hold up?
Relief at hiding in the darkness, greed to see her body even in the light, and so on.
I might've thrown myself into caressing her to bury those messy emotions.
And that effort hadn't been in vain—her insides had softened just as much as I'd worked at it.
Which meant... now that I'd slid inside, all I could feel was the overwhelming urge to start thrusting my hips.
"Huu... haa."
I drew in a deep breath and hugged her tight.
Like ribs swelling and sinking, I could feel her squeezing around my pulsing cock.
A fragile thread of reason held back the signal screaming to get moving already.
The impulses in my head, the longing in my chest, the nagging from down below—they were all in perfect agreement.
But ironically, it was Hwayeon's body—the very thing that had aroused me—that made me freeze in place.
From the moment I'd pulled her close, no, from the instant I'd pushed inside her, Hwayeon hadn't stopped trembling.
"Hng... ugh, Oppa..."
Hwayeon's body—it thrilled me like nothing else, drove me insane.
Her soft, smooth skin and quivering legs. Her arms clinging tight around me, her sweat-dampened hair even though she was just lying there.
Everything in my arms whimpered and cried out to me.
"...Does it hurt a lot, Hwayeon?"
"Yeah... it hurts. You shoved it in so deep, you idiot."
Her face was pressed against my chest, so I could tell her eyes were growing wet.
Her voice carried a sobby edge it hadn't before, and that was what slammed the brakes on my revving engine.
"You seemed so relaxed, so I guess I slipped right in without thinking. Sorry."
"Ah, that's your excuse...? Hng. Seriously, you have zero manners."
"Yeah, yeah. Got it. Just breathe slow and relax. I'll stay still until it feels better."
"Yeah, Oppa..."
Hwayeon had tempted me all the way here, but now that we were at the main event, she was shaking like a leaf—probably embarrassed. She grumbled her complaints.
But when I calmly stroked her hair to soothe her, she quieted down soon enough and caught her breath in my arms.
"Huu... haa. Oppa, does this really get easier?"
"Give it a little time, and it'll feel better. You handled my fingers okay without much trouble."
"Ugh... hearing you say it like that makes me feel weird. My stomach's churning."
"You're like a rollercoaster today, sis. How many mood swings is that?"
"D-don't call me sis. Not right now—it makes me think weird stuff."
"What kind of weird stuff?"
"...Like we're secretly doing incest with my real bro."
Wasn't that spot on?
Sure, blood relation wasn't confirmed, but the odds were heavily in favor.
'Even after I denied it multiple times, she's pushing forward. Does she want to believe we're not blood-related? Yeah, that'd make her feel better.'
It was her own doing, but regrets down the line were predictable.
This was too big to brush off as drunken black history, so maybe she was already rationalizing it.
'You never know until the verdict's in. Might as well think along the same lines.'
I'd planned to contact Mom today or tomorrow.
But now that things had gone this far, maybe I'd just let it flow.
"Oppa? What're you thinking about?"
"Nothing in particular. Why?"
"Just... feels like you're not focused on me."
"I said I'd stay still until you adjust."
"Sure, but staying still and spacing out are different. Even if you don't move, focus on me... at least while we're doing this."
Even blind in the dark, a woman's intuition was no joke—she'd sniffed it out and cornered me perfectly.
This was her first time, after all, so it must've felt wrong for the guy to not be all-in on her.
So, I stroked her hair again and planted a light kiss on her forehead.
Somehow, in the pitch black, her flushing face stood out crystal clear.
"Th-that's not what I meant... hng."
Her eyes darted side to side before she whipped her reddened cheeks away.
One more kiss and her head might explode, so I rubbed the top of her head while patting near her crown with my other hand.
"...Feels like you're treating me like a dog. Pet or pat—just pick one."
"Both are fine. Means you're cute either way."
"C-cute...? Ugh. You're weird today, Oppa. Spouting cheesy lines, and you're not even embarrassed?"
"We're naked together like this—think I'd be shy about that now?"
"Fair, but still... haa, did we really... do it? Right now?"
"We're doing it. Right here."
"Ah, yeah. Haa, haa, hwaaa..."
Maybe it was suddenly hitting her—what we looked like, where we were, what we were doing.
Hwayeon let out a weird moan, glanced down, then squeezed her eyes shut.
Not satisfied, she slapped both hands over her face.
Then, peeking through her fingers, she alternated stares between our bodies, lips flapping as she tried and failed to speak.
"Ahh, ugh, haa... hwaa."
"That fascinating, huh? Doing it with me?"
"Y-yeah, fascinating... and unreal. Feels like a dream. This isn't a dream, right, Oppa?"
"If it was, I'd be thrusting away already. Pain and wounds would all be fake anyway. Hmm, or maybe dreams don't hurt at all?"
"G-guess it's 100% real then. I can still feel it... down there, hng."
"What do you feel? Pain? Or something else?"
"Wh-what else...? I don't know, idiot."
Pleasure, joy, arousal, ecstasy.
Lots of words, but whatever I picked, she'd shake her head and deny it.
'Even just the sensations are overwhelming her. So bold in provocation, yet so innocent in weird ways.'
She'd kept yapping about things being "weird" the whole time.
But to me, the weirdest thing was Hwayeon herself.
Circumstances aside, getting this far with her brother as siblings wasn't easy.
Now that I had some breathing room, I cautiously revisited what I'd been wondering.
"Hey, Hwayeon."
"Yeah? What?"
"Right before this, I asked if I... liked you, or whatever."
"Yeah, you did. Why bring that up now...?"
"Just curious about your side. Do you like me? Is that why you seduced me?"
"Hng?! S-seduced? When did I ever seduce you? Never, absolutely not."
"Fine, skipping that. So, your feelings? Do you like me or not?"
I zeroed in on the key point, glossing over the debatable bits.
No dodging this time—Hwayeon rolled her eyes for a bit before mumbling softly.
"...I said I didn't hate it, right?"
"Yeah. Then you said you liked this bro too."
"There, answered. Why ask again...?"
"You dodged at the end. How exactly do you like me? As family? Siblings? Or... something else?"
"Y-you didn't specify either."
"Wanna say it at the same time then?"
"Huh? E-eh? At the same time? How we... feel about each other? Gulp."
Like she said, I had no clue why I was bringing this up now.
It just popped into my head, my itchy heart urging me on.
Maybe imagining we might not be real siblings had stirred something.
Every time I asked, her walls clenched hard around my cock, like a warning to clarify before moving.
Actions follow thoughts, body follows heart.
The fate of my swollen dick hinged on our answers now.
"......Ugh, really gonna say it?"
"......Count down? Okay?"
"Ah, au, y-yeah..."
"One, two, I like you, Hwayeon—ng?!"
Snap.
The moment my mouth half-opened, Hwayeon kissed me first for once.
Her hands, once clinging to my back, now gripped my nape.
She yanked my head down, sealing my lips completely with hers, no room to breathe.
Startled, I widened my eyes, trying to read her expression.
But the closeness and darkness revealed nothing.
Only after our tongues, saliva, and thick breaths tangled over and over...
Did her lips slowly part, a tiny whisper barely audible at my ear.
"As a man too... I don't hate it."
"Pfft... huh?"
"If I hated you, I wouldn't be doing this. Don't ask obvious stuff, you perv idiot."
"No, uh, sorry, Hwayeon."
"S-so, what about you?"
"Huh?"
"I answered. Your turn. Say it. Quick."
Vague as the pitch-black view, but she acted like her part was done, now prodding mine.
I hesitated a moment... then, like her, whispered in her ear with a sudden shift.
"Hyat?! Ack, why... move down there... all of a sudden."
"Seems like you've adjusted."
"Hng, but say something fir—hng."
"Feels good. You?"
"G-good... no! You're dodging again, hng."
"Yeah, I like it. Your body, the feel, everything about you as a woman."
"Haa, huh? You mean that was your answer...? Hng."
"Heard it good? Not saying it twice. Too embarrassing."
"Ah, hearing it... is embarrassing too, y'know? You're such a perv, Oppa... hng!"
She told me to say it, but my honest answer makes me the perv?
Full of questions, but our pressed bodies left no room to ask.
I pulled my cock out slowly, scraping from her deepest depths—not too fast, so it wouldn't hurt.
When the head reached her entrance, I thrust the shaft back toward her womb.
"Haaang, ang! Weird, so weird! What's this? Feels the weirdest yet...!"
"Not weird—feels good. You can say it."
"Ahh, good. Good, Oppa, Oppaaang!"
Every time her voice turned syrupy sweet...
I sped up a little, ramping up the force too.
Skin that once just brushed now slapped with wet smacks.
Sibling moans of arousal heated up the bed alongside our sweat-slicked bodies.
This thrill was definitely impossible to hate.