Phase 1. That Slut Hui-gyeong (3)
“I only did it to cool off because you pissed me the fuck off, you crazy bitch.”
“Pissed off, my ass.”
“I told you not to talk like that.”
Every single thing that came out of her mouth ended in that trashy whatever or my ass. How could she not realize how low-class that rootless way of speaking made her sound every time I had to hear it?
She was wearing a loose, boxy top right now so her figure wasn’t showing, but Jo Hui-gyeong had always been more about the face than the body to begin with. The hair her father had forcibly hacked off with scissors still grated on me, yet the kid’s features really were ridiculously pretty—somewhere between a fox and a puppy. Big almond-shaped eyes, a high nose with smooth nostrils that didn’t look fake at all. And those lips she claimed were a complex: wide enough that when she smiled they stretched out left and right in a broad curve. When Hui-gyeong that bitch put her mind to reeling a guy in, those big eyes and that mouth did their job perfectly. Surprise, delight, sadness—even the same expressions everyone else made looked richer on her because her features were so large.
Embarrassing as it was to admit, there were times when that girl came scampering over needing pocket money, flashing that sly little smile, and even knowing full well she was a total slut I could understand exactly why men fell for her.
I’d harped on Hui-gyeong’s face before, but like Mom she was pure city-style cool beauty. The baby fat was long gone from her cheeks; she was sharp and clean, nothing of that soft puffiness you saw on country girls in body or face. Stick just her photo on a blank sheet of paper and people would automatically fill in a downtown background around her.
While I was on the subject—what about the body? Full B-cups with a really nice shape, a slim waist, and she took care of herself so hard that the natural curve all the way down to her hips dropped into a beautiful line. Of course I was a guy, so the bigger the tits the longer my dick felt and the longer I lasted in that bliss, but Hui-gyeong that bitch looked slender without actually being slender. When you stripped her and gently pushed in, your hands on that narrow waist found the pretty hipbones widening out below, the perfect shelf for fucking her. Those hips were deliciously shaped too—nothing like the bread-loaf asses of girls who never exercised and barely walked, sagging under gravity so the flesh just puddled at the thigh crease. Whether she wore jeans or a skirt, that line that popped out like two half-moons stacked together was pure art.
You’d think the chest would feel lacking, but not at all. There’d been more than a few times I’d walked in on her at home giving her boyfriend a titjob.
…Thinking about it now, it was fucking disgusting. The fact that I knew exactly what her body looked like from experiences like that made a faint revulsion rise.
Anyway, Hui-gyeong that bitch had a good figure, sure, but her face was so pretty that anyone seeing her for the first time looked at the face once, the chest once, then back to the face.
“Hey. Dad leave?”
“Yeah.”
“Gimme fifty thousand.”
I wanted to snap every one of those little finger joints the other way, but no. The bastard who called himself Dad had already spat some vicious shit at my little sister on his way out the door; I wasn’t enough of a piece-of-shit older brother to hit her on top of that.
“Go wash up. Look at you, stinking.”
For all that she was a girl, the pheromone reek that made a man’s balls tighten stabbed at my nose. But no matter how much of a girlfriend-less virgin I was, there was no way I could get hard over my own little sister.
I just had to wait quietly for good news from Gyeong-jun. They would’ve finished eating by now; this was the moment that bastard would start running his mouth at the café. Gyeong-jun looked like a rustic country boy, but he had a real gift for spinning an entertaining story. On top of that he knew a lot and could do a lot—if luck just went his way he’d go far. If that Gyeong-jun worked his mouth at the café, scoring an evening drinking session the same way he’d reeled in the lunch date wasn’t pure fantasy.
That was the one hope I was hanging on after catching a full blast of a woman’s mature scent. See? Even from the smell of my little sister’s skin or whatever it was, the urge to breed was surging up from my balls—I was that starved for a woman of my own.
Kakao!
There we go! Speak of the tiger and it appears—Gyeong-jun might not be a gentleman, but he was tiger-class at least. Expecting whatever happy news our tiger had brought, I unlocked my phone.
If I was going to be honest about this sticky craving, of the two underclass girls I’d seen at school one was way too skinny, but the other had just enough flesh that her sides spilled a little and her chest sat heavy, packed into her clothes like a pretty pudding that jiggled with every step up or down the stairs. I wanted to grab a rough armful of it with these hands and shove my burning dick into the open hole.
Just imagining it made my crotch tighten. I bit my lip to keep the corners of my mouth from twitching up and checked the message.
The balloon of expectation deflated into a salty puddle in one corner of my heart and turned me petty. Those fucking bitches. Gyeong-jun and I usually got by on thousand-won kimbap from the school store, but stick two girls on us and they ran up over eighty thousand? Fuck those cunts.
Eating like that was how their bodies expanded every which way until the fat that should’ve gone to their sides got cramped and finally spilled into their chests—I was sure of it. I was so pissed I wanted to squeeze that pig’s tits and pinch her nipples between my fingertips.
Fuck, with eighty thousand won I could’ve gone to some massage place and grabbed the masseuse’s ass a few times.
“You deaf? Hey, just give me the fifty thousand…”
“You fucking bitch, did I leave money with you?! I’m out there busting my ass tutoring just to scrape by on living expenses. What the hell would you even do with it if I gave it to you? Where you gonna spend it? Going to meet some guy again? If you wanna whore around, use your own fucking money, you piece of shit!”
The second I yelled it I knew I’d fucked up. Thinking those underclass girls I’d never even met had just ripped me off for that much real money made the rage boil up, and before I realized it I was screaming at Hui-gyeong that bitch for no reason. Even knowing that, this bastard of a me deliberately huffed and puffed harder out of pure pride and glared at my little sister. Forcing the strength into my eyes made them sting so bad I could barely look straight ahead, but I held my eyelids open and kept staring her down.
But my little sister just pressed her lips tight, looked up at me, and her nose tip slowly turned red. Tears welled up in those big eyes in an instant, her lips trembled, and then she turned her head away, sucking in wet breaths.
“I was gonna… cut my hair… How am I supposed to walk around looking like this…”
Only then did the state of Hui-gyeong’s hair—hacked uneven and wild—register. Dad had grabbed whatever he could reach and cut, so it still hung roughly to her shoulders, but the lengths were all over the place. How wrecked must she have felt looking at that mess of a head? She was a girl, after all. Slut or not, she’d always been told she was pretty. Seeing herself this ruined, of course she’d want to go to a salon and fix it up.
“Then you should’ve just said so…”
“What, you think I’m not even worth the price of meat either, so the salon fee’s a waste?”
My guts went cold. I’d figured she was tough enough to brush it off, but this girl had still been carrying those words in her chest. I wanted to snap something back, but after her own father had carved her open with insults hotter and more poisonous than a glowing fire poker, I couldn’t do that to her.
In the end I apologized, weak.
“…Sorry.”
The grief must have surged up; Hui-gyeong that bitch started wailing out loud. Mom came running from outside the room, startled by the crying, but I waved her back and she retreated.
“Hey, I’ll give you the salon money, so stop crying.”
“Forget it, you bastard!”
I went over to my little sister, who was hanging her head and hiccupping, and pulled her into a hug. She threw her arms up trying to block me and cried even louder, so I just used my strength and held her tight. How long had it been since I’d hugged her like this? Once she hit middle school and her chest and ass filled out and that weird sexiness started rising off her, I think I was the one who started avoiding her first.
When I held her, Hui-gyeong buried her face in my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist. I was patting her back when I suddenly realized—my hand on that back felt nothing underneath.
What I did after realizing that… you could call me a crazy son of a bitch and I wouldn’t have a word to say. I’d just lost the girl with the big tits, after all; I was already wound up tight with lust.
Pressing firmly on Hui-gyeong’s back, I slowly pushed my own hips—which I’d been holding slightly away—forward. Her springy breasts squashed soft against my stomach, and even though they were my little sister’s tits, it got me hard. But contrary to what I wanted, there was no catch of hardness between that softness against my belly. When I couldn’t feel the nipples I thought maybe I’d pressed too close, so I eased my hips back a little.
Whoops—too far this time. Holding only her shoulders and upper back felt unstable and made me impatient, so I quickly slipped a hand down and gave one of Hui-gyeong’s ass cheeks a light squeeze, pulling her lower half flush against me too.
That made Hui-gyeong stop crying cold and glare up at me.
“Oppa, what the hell is this?”
Pulling a girl’s lower half in like that meant this throbbing thing was now pressed full-length right against my little sister’s belly. I was so worked up that the tip of my cock had already shoved past my underwear and was peeking out of the waistband of my jeans, a bead of clear precum glistening on the end.
And Hui-gyeong that bitch wasn’t about to miss it. The hand that had been clinging around me slowly slid down, and her finger flicked up the precum my urethra was gently leaking from the tip of my cockhead.
“You got hard for your little sister?”
Her little laugh sounded half-incredulous, but I could feel Hui-gyeong’s eyes locked on the thick end of my dick the whole time, and it left me with a stifling, uneasy feeling.