Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: QUNS-178 (3)
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😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [W-Why is this on? It's my channel?] [And it's premium level!] [Don't tell me he knows who I am?] [Agh! Should've worn a wig when filming!] [The pink hair gave me away, I bet.] She anxiously gnawed at her nails with wide, frightened eyes.
Trembling like a little squirrel, she was utterly adorable.
A mischievous impulse struck me, and I decided to tease her a bit.
Pretending to rummage through my pockets for show.
"...Huh? My phone. Where'd my phone go?"
As I glanced toward the living room, Soo-ah—who'd been glaring daggers at me—jolted upright in panic.
Without me even asking, she came sprinting over with the phone in hand.
"...Th-this! It was on the sofa! No, on the floor! I picked it up thinking I'd bring it to you, but didn't want you to misunderstand!"
"Pfft. Relax. Who's gonna eat you alive? It's locked anyway—you couldn't see anything even if you tried."
"...R-right? Yeah, yeah! Totally!"
Sweat poured off her in buckets; anyone would peg her as guilty on sight.
I handed Soo-ah a handkerchief, feigning ignorance as I asked,
"But why're you sweating bullets like that? Everything okay?"
"...N-no, nothing! The room's just kinda hot! All good!"
"Really? Your face tells a different story. Hold on... don't tell me..."
"...W-why? What's up? What about me?"
"You didn't... peek at bro's phone, did you?"
"......"
For a split second, she froze solid like a malfunctioning squirrel.
She was just terrible at lying.
Feeling a pang of pity, I hurriedly defused the situation.
"Haha, kidding. Just messing around—don't take it so seriously."
"...Ah, haha."
"Anyway, you like pasta and mac 'n' cheese? Figured straight meat might get boring, so I grabbed some sides."
Thinking she'd dodged the bullet, she let out a relieved sigh.
"...Whew. Yeah. Love 'em. Especially rosé pasta."
"Rosé? Lucky break. Picked up rosé sauce too. You'll love it."
"...Thank you."
"Haha, no need to thank me. You seem to like pink, huh? Hair's pink, clothes too."
My casual prod pierced right through her brief relief, draining the color from her face once more.
At least she wasn't profusely sweating a confession this time.
"...Uh, not like I love it or anything. Just kinda prefer it? The dye doesn't mean much."
"Ah, gotcha. Know someone who went that color too."
At that, her lips quivered with sheer anxiety.
"...R-really? Others rock this hair?"
"Yeah. Caught me off guard. But it suits you way better. Like a cartoon character—super cute."
A light flirt, keeping safe distance.
But Soo-ah had no bandwidth for butterflies; her eyes just darted wildly.
Her pitiful flailing tugged at me—I decided to cut her loose.
"Anyway, phone's found. Head back to the sofa and chill. I'll call when it's ready."
"...Okay."
She snuck several glances my way before shuffling back to the sofa.
Then she whipped out her own phone and started checking something.
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [Gotta look into this.] [Oh yeah—that premium sub badge was level 1 before.] [Means they just subscribed recently, right?] [Maybe skim the subscriber list?] Sharp as ever—her brain was firing on all cylinders.
She quickly zeroed in on my account.
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [...Today. Someone joined just ten minutes ago.] [Nickname's 'Cousin' too. Means cousin, right?] [Cousin? Ten minutes ago? Pure coincidence?] She pondered for a moment, then vigorously shook her head.
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [Nah. Too soon to lose hope.] [If he was sure it was me, that perv wouldn't stay quiet.] [He'd blackmail me into being his fuckbuddy on the spot.] [Dude's a beast who'd bang his own mother-in-law if he got horny.] My reputation had spiraled into something irredeemable, but hey—her logic wasn't wrong.
Too awkward to argue back.
Soo-ah spun wild fantasies, sinking deeper into her solo terror.
Her reactions were so innocently pure and cute, I couldn't stop smirking.
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [Ugh. What if he blackmails me with the videos?] [If Mom finds out, I'm done for.] [Just close my eyes and report to the cops?] [No way. Mom's been super stressed lately.] [If I stir trouble too, she might just collapse.] [But losing my first time to a total sleaze like that? Hell no.] '...Oh! Wait, what? She's a virgin?'
A bombshell word popped from her monologue.
Ever since that virgin curse hit, I'd been low-key obsessed with experience levels.
Luckily, our Soo-ah was some breed of 'virgin bitch'—chastity ideals corrupted, but technically untouched.
'Whew. A-ran, sorry, but looks like I snagged another fantasy creature.'
Pretty, pervy, and virgin.
Of course, dildo sessions probably shredded her hymen ages ago.
But true purity? That's not some flimsy membrane.
It's ideological. Symbolic.
She hadn't surrendered to any man yet.
Yeah. That sealed it.
A pristine pussy no tongue had ever claimed.
Like A-ran said—if no one's licked it, it's pure.
A profound relief washed over me.
Along with scorching possessiveness.
Freshly adult Soo-ah.
Adorably cute face, bold personality.
Plus, a growth booster could fix that slight volume shortfall.
Mold her perfectly into my ideal bitch.
'Perfect. Soo-ah. You're mine now. I'll turn you into my exclusive onahole, come hell or high water.'
Sensing my intense stare, she suddenly glanced over.
Startled, she whipped her eyes away.
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [Wh-what the? Why's he staring like that?] [He wouldn't try something, right?] [Scary. Gotta text Mom to hurry back.] Reading her mind, I stealthily pulled out the mannequin and synced it to her.
Then, from the kitchen, I grabbed some olive oil and gently massaged her breasts.
─Sshhh
"...Ngh."
A faint moan drifted from the living room that instant.
Panicking that I'd heard, she quickly peeked toward the kitchen.
Of course, I played oblivious, laser-focused on cooking.
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [What was that? Felt so lewd just now?] I softly caressed her perky tits once more.
Overwhelmed by a man's touch for the first time, she clamped her mouth shut mid-moan.
"...Hah."
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [What the hell? Why're my tits acting up?] Baffled, she flapped her cardigan open to inspect inside.
I tilted my head at her antics and asked,
"Everything alright, Soo-ah? Room that stuffy?"
Caught off guard, she nodded frantically.
"...Y-yeah! Kinda hot, right? Or just me?"
"Hmm. Feels fine to me. Guess you've got a hot constitution."
While saying that, I slyly trailed my fingers up her inner thigh.
A chilling jolt of pleasure hit; her waist shuddered violently.
"...Hak♥︎"
😨 INNER PANIC 😨 [This is insane. Why's my body going nuts all of a sudden?] I watched her intently, then casually drifted toward the sofa.
"Soo-ah, you sure you're not sick? Face is beet red. Lemme check your forehead."
Playing concerned, I swiftly pressed my palm to her brow.
At the same time, my other hand tenderly stroked the mannequin's hidden pussy lips.
"...Ung♥︎"
Her hips bucked instinctively, body quivering in ecstasy.
Desperate to mask her expression, she jerked her head aside.
"Soo-ah, hold still. Just checking your temp."
I stubbornly kept my hand on her forehead while swirling circles around her clit.
Soo-ah's face flushed crimson, like it might explode any second.
Probably worlds apart from solo play.
Self-touch vs. someone else? Totally different league of stimulation.
This would force her to redefine me entirely.
The guy who soaks her pussy with a mere forehead check.
The one busty stunners beg to toilet for.
The enigma who knows her secret alt account.
I was no longer just cousin bro.
Like she said: the man who breaks and trains anyone that gets him hard.
A dangerous stud, through and through.
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