Phase 1: That Slut Hui-gyeong (6)
The liberation in my cock was beyond words.
Once I threw off those damn jeans and stood there in nothing but a thin pair of boxer briefs, my cock—not fully free, but close enough—thrust upward and forward, flaunting its presence for all it was worth. Even those boxers were just another set of restraints in the end, only letting the majesty of my cock peek through as far as the fabric would allow. But this feeling of freedom. Being able to plant myself right in front of that bitch Hui-gyeong and show off this presence without holding anything back, without giving a damn who was watching.
And I could tell the second she registered it—her pupils blew wide open. It was so big the top of the briefs rode up a little. That said it all.
“Why are you just standing there?”
“I’m about to sit down.”
Hui-gyeong asked it all coy, pretending she wasn’t shocked. I played dumb right back. The act was transparent as hell, and her brows immediately knitted, but I ignored her and kept drying my hair with the towel.
“God, you’re so immature. Why is this thing standing up like that?”
“This thing?”
I shuffled forward and shoved the bulging tent right in her face. What I really wanted was to yank the briefs down and jam it straight into that cocky little mouth of hers.
“Fucking hell, cut it out, you bastard. I get it, you’re big—now get that away from me.”
She pulled the blanket over herself and lay down on the bed. The second she turned her back on me, refusing to look at what I had, the cock that already owned me panicked. I dropped right down behind her.
“Hey, why are you lying behind me?”
“It’s my bed. Where else am I supposed to sleep?”
“Fine. You sleep here. I’ll take the floor.”
“Hey, hey—where do you think you’re going?”
She sighed and started to get up. I grabbed her arm in a rush and pinned her back down, pressing my cock even tighter against the upper curve of her ass as I did. We ended up looking like I was spooning her from behind.
Hui-gyeong stayed still. That gave me courage. Still in the back-hug position, I reached around and started kneading her tits. She didn’t move, and the thrill of that nearly knocked me over. Honestly, it wasn’t even that special—just feeling her through rough fabric, nothing like bare skin—but the simple fact that I was touching a girl’s breasts, that I could feel the shape of them even through clothes, was more than enough satisfaction for me right then.
I felt her nipples go hard. They’d been a little soft at first; now no matter how I flicked them they didn’t give. That bitch Hui-gyeong’s nipples were standing at attention.
I wanted more. I wanted skin on skin. So I tried slipping my hand under her shirt. Her hand snapped up and stopped me cold.
“Why?”
“Not under the clothes.”
“Why not?”
Come on—after everything, why now? I ignored her and tried to force my way in. Hui-gyeong clenched her teeth and snapped.
“I said don’t!”
“This is bullshit. This is worse than earlier.”
“How is it worse? Earlier I just pressed them against you. Now I’m even letting you touch them.”
“Earlier you jerked my cock. What’s the point of just rubbing me over clothes after that?”
Apparently men turn into complete children the second a dick is involved. Even though she was my little sister, I was the one who’d lost the upper hand, shrinking under a sense of unfairness. And even though she was my little sister, the way she coolly tried to keep me on a leash made me think, yeah—she’s still a woman.
“Hey. Jo Gyeong-hun. I told you earlier, didn’t I? Don’t get the wrong idea. This is my body. Try pulling that shit one more time and I’ll run straight out of here and tell Mom everything.”
“How old are you, running to Mom?”
How old was I that the threat still scared me so much? It wasn’t getting scolded by Mom that terrified me. What terrified me was the gut certainty that if she bolted out that door and told on us, the secret thing we’d only just started would never, ever come back.
“Then how far are you going to let me go?”
“Depends on how you behave.”
Fuck. With other guys she used to throw herself at them and spread her legs, but with me she played hard to get. My mood soured instantly, but I was the one who wanted it more.
“Let me touch your tits.”
“You’re already touching them.”
“Under the clothes!”
“…And you still call yourself my oppa after that?”
“Whatever—just let me. I won’t ask for anything more.”
“…You said that with your own mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine.”
“So I can touch them right now?”
“I said it depends on how you behave. Be good today and I’ll let you touch them.”
“Ah, for fuck’s sake!”
I couldn’t wait. Instead of going up under the hem I shoved my hand in from the side through her armpit and grabbed a full handful of breast. God, how could it be this soft—my little sister’s tit, and still so full and heavy, the nipple so springy and dense that my cock twitched again and leaked precum.
“Fuck, it’s so soft.”
“Hey.”
“Since I’m already touching them, can I just suck a little?”
“Hey.”
“I know they’re yours and I still want to feel them up and suck on them all night.”
“…….”
Hui-gyeong suddenly sat bolt upright and shoved me sideways. I rolled onto my back, irritation flaring.
“What the hell!”
I looked up, pissed, and only saw the back of my little sister standing over me.
“Why’d you jump like that, you psycho? That’s dangerous.”
“…….”
“I just touched them a little—hey, are you sulking?”
“I told you not to go under the clothes.”
“Wow, you expensive fucking bitch. Is touching your tits that big a crime? Other guys must’ve felt them up and played with them all the time—why only with me?!”
The second the words left my mouth I felt my blood run cold. That was my fault. Completely my fault.
I glanced at her, uneasy. Her shoulders were heaving; her breathing was falling apart.
“Hui-gyeong, just now I…”
She didn’t even let me finish. She tried to jump off the bed. I barely managed to grab her.
“Let go.”
“Why are you suddenly like this?!”
“I said let go!!”
She thrashed, kicking every which way and swinging her arms, so I had no choice but to pin her down with raw strength. The resistance was insane—a girl barely past twenty, screaming in a metallic voice, twisting her whole body. I’d heard that when a woman fights for real with a clear head even a man can have trouble subduing her. Experiencing it firsthand, I finally understood.
“Gyeong-hun, what’s going on with Hui-gyeong? She’s yelling.”
“No, no—I was just teasing her and she got mad about it. Ugh!”
The crazy bitch tried to scream again. I clamped a hand over her mouth and she immediately bared her teeth and bit down. She bit so hard it went past pain into numbness; I could feel her teeth sinking into the flesh. And she kept thrashing, so I couldn’t even think straight for fear a chunk of me was about to come off.
“What kind of teasing? Open the door.”
“No! She’s so pissed right now that if I open the door she might run out and never come back.”
“Even so…”
“I’ll calm her down and put her to bed, so just… aaagh!”
“Gyeong-hun?!”
Disaster finally struck. While thrashing like she was doing endless full-body contortions, Hui-gyeong drove her elbow straight into my eye socket. Sister or not, I forgot everything, clutched my eye, and collapsed face-down. Even with my eyes squeezed shut, light flashed and I saw stars. Heavy pain rolled in.
Hui-gyeong seemed startled too; she started checking on me while answering Mom in my place.
“Gyeong-hun, open the door!”
“Mom, I punched him! I hit him hard so I cooled off too—I’m just going to sleep now.”
“Jo Hui-gyeong! Stop fighting with your brother!”
“Okay. I’ll be good and sleep. You sleep too, Mom!”
Once Mom’s footsteps faded, Hui-gyeong finally turned her full attention to me.
“Oppa, are you okay?”
She’d swung in pure rage and the impact had felt completely different. She’d hit me way too hard, too deep, and she knew it—so she forgot her anger and came to me. When she flipped me over, light leaked in through the throbbing pain.
“Hey, turn the light off. It’s blinding.”
She obediently switched it off, then came back and asked again.
“Oppa, are you okay?”
It hurt like hell, but relief hit me at the same time. If she hadn’t been shocked after decking me, she would’ve flung the door open and told Mom everything. Thank god. And the fact that she came over to check if I was hurt still made something warm twist in my chest.
“Don’t touch me.”
This time I was the one saying don’t touch. Using her guilt when she was already lowering herself was pretty despicable of me, but I didn’t care. Even through the pain I still wanted to feel up and suck on that bitch Hui-gyeong’s tits. So I decided to use my head.
“Oppa, look.”
“I said don’t touch me.”
I kept pushing her away. Hui-gyeong watched me quietly for a moment, then whispered in a deflated voice.
“Oppa, I’m sorry.”
So she wasn’t a total piece of shit after all. Apologizing first to the brother who’d just gutted her self-esteem.
Without a word I patted the mattress, telling her to lie down beside me. She quietly obeyed. The second I felt the bed dip I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my cock right between her thighs.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For talking to you like shit. I’m sorry.”
My chest went hot. After hearing the apology, Hui-gyeong held me and sniffled for a long time.
“Is your eye okay?”
“Dunno.”
“I’m sorry.”
Having deliberately sulked just to extract the apology, I grinned and started teasing her.
“Hey, it hurts, so kiss my eye. That’ll make it better.”
“What is that?”
My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to catch her unimpressed face. Even while looking at me like I was talking nonsense, Hui-gyeong still lifted her head and pressed a soft kiss to the injured eye. The sensation felt incredible.
“Do my lips too.”
“Oppa.”
“Just that. Nothing more.”
“…….”
“Then we’ll go straight to sleep.”
“Just a kiss?”
My little sister’s lips came closer. Something soft touched mine. A jolt like electricity shot through me; I cupped the back of her head and pressed her in. She couldn’t pull away, and the kiss continued. I sucked at her lips with little smacking sounds, then couldn’t hold back any longer and slipped my tongue between them, licking uselessly at her teeth. Even with that passionate knocking she refused to open her mouth. I went back to sucking her lips until I ran out of air and finally pulled away. Her face was flushed as she smacked my arm.
“You said just a kiss!”
“A peck and a real kiss are only a sheet of paper apart. Basically the same.”
“Stop talking bullshit and go to sleep.”
“Jo Hui-gyeong.”
“What.”
“Your lips taste good.”
“What are you even saying.”
“How was it for you?”
I wasn’t some little girl, yet here I was asking something like that. Still, I needed to know. Her answer would tell me whether I’d get to keep touching her next time.
“…It was good.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“Jesus, know when to stop!”
The serious look on her face scared me enough that I immediately pulled away and lay flat on my back. I stretched my right arm out wide and, as if we’d agreed on it beforehand, Hui-gyeong rested her head on it. A classic arm-pillow. It felt strangely like we were a real couple.
I slowly stroked the hair of the girl leaning against my chest. She seemed to like it; her eyes closed almost at once. Afraid she’d fall asleep for real, I finally said the thing I’d been holding back.
“Hui-gyeong.”
“What now.”
“Can I sleep while holding your tit under your clothes?”
“…….”
“I won’t squeeze or anything. I’ll just hold it. No other funny business, I swear. Well… maybe just a little kneading of the nipple.”
“…….”
“Hui-gyeong?”
“Do it! Just do it! You’re already here so feel me up, you pervert bastard!”
Even while snapping at me she guided my hand onto her breast herself. The soft, firm feel of it made a smile spread across my face without me meaning to.
“Do you like girls’ tits that much?”
“No, dumbass.”
“Then what?”
I poured every bit of satisfaction I had into my voice while rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“I like them because they’re Jo Hui-gyeong’s tits.”
“You crazy bastard.”
“Your tits are the crazy ones. They’re fucking perfect. I want to suck them.”
“I said no.”
“I already said I won’t. I’m really just going to sleep like this.”
Hearing me refuse first for once finally let her relax. She squirmed a few times, found a comfortable position, and was out before long. High on the moment, I eagerly kneaded her breast—but I got bored surprisingly fast. Stroking Hui-gyeong’s hair felt better than her tits.
I stared at her for a while, then kissed her forehead and her lips in turn before falling asleep myself.