Phase 1: That Girl Hui-gyeong (20)
My actions were quick and decisive.
"What the hell do you think you're...!"
I ignored Hui-gyeong's muffled protests—she couldn't even raise her voice properly—and wrapped my arm around her chest. With the other hand I yanked her sheer black panties down in a flash of motion.
Her pale, round ass came into view, but there was no time to admire it. I wanted nothing more than to drive my already fully loaded cock straight between her thighs, yet the difference in our heights made it impossible. I was far taller, and my cock naturally jutted upward, so I had to crouch awkwardly, dropping my hips lower than her ass just to line things up.
"Hah, hah... Oppa, stop it. I'm seriously pissed...! Hmph!"
To keep any sound from escaping I twisted her head around and greedily claimed her lips.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Slurp, suuuck!
As she struggled, her thighs finally parted just enough. I seized the opening, angled my cock like a spear, and snapped my hips upward.
"...!!"
From the head all the way to the root, I sank between her legs. Startled, Hui-gyeong clenched, and her thighs closed around me in a delicious, tight squeeze.
Slurp, shluup!
The instant I felt that certainty of entry I started thrashing my hips without restraint, still vacuuming her mouth like a man possessed. Even when she elbowed me hard enough to knock the wind out of me I didn't care. All that mattered was dumping two weeks of pent-up need inside my little sister.
Something felt off, though.
"Huh?"
"Pwah! Hahk! You fucking bastard..."
The shaft felt scorching hot, yet the head itself met no resistance—only a cool, open sensation. Shit, there's no way she's that loose, I thought, breaking the kiss to glance down.
"Jo Gyeong-hun, if that thing had actually gone in just now, it really would've been over. You know that?"
In the end I hadn't entered her at all. My aim had been off; my cock was simply trapped between her thighs.
I pulled my hips back. This time I wouldn't miss.
"Where do you think you're going...!"
But the girl who'd been waiting for her chance snarled and seized my cock with both hands. With her thighs clamped tight she smeared the cum already coating her palms all over my glans and began stroking. At the same time her ass rocked back and forth, grinding the shaft.
"Feel good? Getting a handjob and a thighjob from your little sister—does that get you off?"
Thighjob? Then the slick, hot, heavenly pressure sliding along my cock... that was her...?
"Wait—I'm gonna cum...!"
"......"
"I said I'm already about to cum...!"
Two weeks of abstinence hit like a freight train. Even though this was only the second round, the stimulation she gave me left me helpless; I bucked and spilled again in no time.
Brrrrt! Brt!
"Hahk... huu... hahk..."
Brrrrt!
Schlick, schlop!
"?"
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Hey, Jo Hui-gyeong. What the hell are you doing? I already came!"
No answer. Instead of stopping she sped up her hands and hips. The lewd wet sounds of her pussy lips rubbing my shaft turned into violent impacts as she slammed her ass against my pelvis with everything she had. Her movements grew wild, almost as if she were the one fucking me from behind.
And my cock, already spent and hypersensitive...
Thud-thud-thud!
"Wait... wait a second...! Hui-gyeong, something's wrong. I just came but it feels like more's coming!"
My stance crumbled. She didn't miss the opening—she dropped to her knees right in front of me, coiled both hands around my entire cock like a snake, and started pumping in earnest.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
"S-stop..."
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
In the end I couldn't withstand her skill. I hit a third climax right then and there.
Brrrrrrrt!
"Ughk, hahk!"
While I panted like a girl under the endless fountain of cum, Hui-gyeong spoke coldly.
"What the fuck? You thought you could just jump me and get away with it? You virgin incel piece of shit."
The lingering aftershocks and the sheer terror of her fury made my whole body tremble.
"Thought I wouldn't do it with my hands covered in your cum, didn't you? Look at this—using your own jizz as lube and even squirting like a girl. Some man you are."
Nothing had ever wounded my pride more, yet I couldn't answer.
"Even if a whole truckload of losers like you showed up, I could make every last one of you cum before you ever got near my pussy."
"......"
"Get lost, premature ejaculator. Go clean up the room. We'll talk then."
Under my little sister's eviction order I rose on unsteady legs and crawled back into the bedroom. I shut the door and waited for her. My mood sank lower and lower.
Why had I done it?
Because it was unfair. It felt so goddamn unfair.
I'd gone two full weeks without even touching myself. Hui-gyeong, on the other hand, had lost nothing; she'd done whatever she pleased. My cock, hypersensitive from all that restraint, had blown three times with barely any stimulation—continuous climaxes that felt like male squirting. A man's dignity was in tatters. Dignity aside, I'd forced myself on her and accomplished absolutely nothing.
The moment that thought landed, fear followed. Fear that the relationship we'd built might shatter for good. Resentment and dread squeezed me from both sides. All the tough-guy posturing—underworld side jobs, oversized cock, whatever—fell away, leaving me sitting there like an idiot, trembling over what my little sister would do when she arrived. Pathetic.
The door slammed open.
It was Hui-gyeong. She'd only washed her body; her hair was completely dry. She sat across from me and fixed me with a glare. I tried to look away, unable to hold that gaze, but she stopped me.
"Look at me."
"......"
"If you've got a dick, stop being a coward and look."
More barbs. I let out a heavy sigh, clinging to whatever pride I had left, and forced myself to meet her eyes.
A few seconds of silence.
Then she shot to her feet and came toward me. I braced for the worst.
"Jo Gyeong-hun, why the hell do you keep doing this..."
But her voice had no strength left in it. I'd been ready for a screaming match; her unexpected softness threw me completely.
She gripped my shoulders, hung her head, and began scolding me in a trembling, tear-choked whisper.
"You... do you know why I thought you were the strong man who was my ideal type?"
I had no idea. I'd just assumed it was the usual "bad boy" psychology of girls that age. How could I have known?
"When I was little I once followed Dad to work."
A story from long ago. Before elementary school, a few times our father had taken us to his job sites.
"Outside the house he spent the whole time bowing and calling other men 'boss.' The same bastard who was such a vicious tyrant at home."
"......."
"Those men all held their chins high and looked so composed. More than anything, the way they never flinched in front of someone like Dad... it looked so cool to me."
They say a child grows up watching their father's back. Watching the back of that worthless father—who beat Mom and the rest of us at the drop of a hat—bend so easily must have been a massive shock to little Hui-gyeong. It made perfect sense that she would later chase strong, impressive men as romantic targets.
"A man who's confident in front of others—that's what strong means. A man who doesn't care about anyone else's opinion... yeah. The second I saw a guy like that I threw myself at him. Didn't care about looks at all. I confessed first every day, did everything, gave body and heart completely."
Her choked voice started stoking my anger. The hands clutching my shoulders tightened.
"But... I tried so hard to treat them well, and I guess they got bored. Or maybe they just saw me as an easy lay. Every single one of them dumped me first and never looked back. I kept repeating the same thing whenever I met a strong guy. That's why people started calling me a slut."
And I had been one of those people. I hadn't exactly been subtle about it. She'd always snarled back, so I figured she was fine—never realizing how rotten she was inside. Pure failure on my part.
"It was just that I'd dated a lot of guys... Did you think I'd sleep with anyone who asked? Or that I was the kind of girl who took two or three at once?"
More than anger I felt sorrow; more than sorrow, pure desolation.
"Even so I was too stupid to stop. I didn't know any other way to be happy... Then Dad caught me, locked me in the house, and you—Oppa—started getting hard right in front of me."
Hearing her recount the story of how we started flirting made me feel like the biggest idiot alive. My face burned; all I could do was roll my eyes toward the ceiling.
"At first I just touched it because it was huge. I couldn't even do it bare at first—I tried to push you away because we were siblings... Do you know something? You're the first man who's ever said 'I'm sorry' to me."
And even that apology had come only after she said sorry first. Yet that alone was enough for her to decide I was different from the others. The knowledge tore my chest open.
"Jo Gyeong-hun, whenever I said no, you actually hesitated or stopped. You watched my reactions. That behavior made me forget you were my brother and made me start relying on you—did you know that?"
"......."
"Did you?!"
She couldn't even shout; she just sobbed under her breath. Voice shaking, Hui-gyeong began to cry in earnest, heartbroken.
"You said it hurt that I made you work so hard for it. But what about you? Why are you trying to treat me so casually? All I've ever known is being thrown away. Because I was easy, I only ever got discarded."
There was nothing I could say. Even if I'd had ten mouths, nothing would come out.
"If I give you my body and heart so easily again and you dump me too? Then my life is completely finished. If even my own brother reels me in with love and then throws me away, how the hell am I supposed to keep living? Tell me—were you only thinking of dating me casually? Because I'm not. If you want me, you have to be ready to take responsibility all the way. Dating? No. The moment you hold me, we're husband and wife. I want kids. I want to be loved for the rest of my life. That's how I want to live—so what kind of woman would choose a man who treats her like a cheap slut? I want a man who treasures me, even if that man is my own brother!"
I was terrified. The force behind every word she spat was terrifying.
"If the first man who ever cherished me... even if he's my blood brother... if there's a man who will swear to love me until the day I die... even if he's my brother! I'll pour everything I have into living for that man..."
Hui-gyeong lifted her head. Tears streamed down her face as she stared straight at me, still sobbing.
"But you keep confusing me so much. One second it feels like you care, the next you're trying to devour me however you want. You try to touch me freely, then treat me like we're still just flirting. Same thing earlier... We were good, right? We touched each other, it felt good enough. So why did you try to jump me in the bathroom? I still hadn't said yes."
I wanted to say I was sorry, but pride or guilt or both kept my mouth sealed shut.
"Have you even properly confessed to me? Are you doing this after that? Please, Gyeong-hun, please! If you want to stop, say so right now. Even that alone would be enough of a heartbreak... it already feels like my heart is ripping apart... Don't cross the line and then do this, please..."
"...I'm not taking this lightly."
I finally managed to answer the girl who was sobbing as if she couldn't breathe. The moment she heard me, Hui-gyeong smiled faintly.
"Then try a little harder for me. When the time comes I'll tell you for sure. Okay? When that day comes I'll give you everything. Just cherish me a little more. I'm the girl you like, right? Treat me like something precious."
"Yeah. I'll try harder."
The tension left her; her tear-streaked face dropped against my chest. I automatically wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and whispered.
"I want to sleep like this."
"Okay."
"Tell me good night."
"Good night, Hui-gyeong."
"Good night, Oppa."
Her body was hotter than ever, yet not a single further thought of overstepping crossed my mind. At the same time a contradictory wound had taken root deep in my own heart.