Phase 1: That Slut Hui-gyeong (7)
I woke up, but I didn't particularly feel like getting out of bed.
Birdsong drifted in, yet with the blinds drawn tight no light reached me, so I couldn't tell if it was still dawn or already morning.
Then something round pressed against one side of my chest, uncomfortable. I turned my head a little and felt strands of hair stick to my cheek; only then did I realize it was Hui-gyeong's head.
Just like that, the discomfort vanished. The way she was nestled against me, sound asleep, looked so damn cute. I lifted a hand to stroke her, then got lazy halfway and redirected it toward her breasts instead.
I groped them over her clothes for a bit, but the rough fabric annoyed me, so I slipped my hand straight under her top. She must have found it bothersome; her arm rose on reflex. Once my hand slid into the hollow of her armpit and cupped her breast, she lowered her arm again and nuzzled her head against my chest.
I couldn't resist teasing the tip of her nipple with my fingers, and the rough little breaths that escaped her now and then felt good. Hui-gyeong's tits were definitely big. Smaller than Mom's, sure, but if one of them filled a man's hand completely, she had nothing to be ashamed of anywhere. With size like that there had to be cleavage, and the underside of her breasts would fold and trap sweat.
Strangely, more than the upper swell or the sides that usually showed, I wanted to touch the hidden inner part—the place even she never saw, where breast met body. So I rolled her nipple with my index finger while the rest of my fingers traced along that crease. Because the skin pressed together there, it felt warm and soft; I wondered if that spot was an erogenous zone too.
"Mmm…."
The intermittent little moans that slipped out every time I played with her nipple got me hard. It wasn't just the touching itself; the whole chain—me touching her, her reacting—sent a thrill through me. Yesterday it had been the shocked look in her eyes when she saw my cock, the shy face after we kissed. Maybe that was why I was putting up with her fox-like stalling. Look at her now.
"Nngh… hnn…."
Pretending it was nothing, yet her nipple was standing stiff under my fingers and she was breathing hard with her mouth open. What a sly little slut, getting wet from her big brother's hands—how's that taste?
Fired up, I went after her nipple even more insistently, slower, brushing it with my thumb. "Nngh, haah…!" I could see her clenching the fist she'd rested on my stomach. If she had the strength to make a fist she could have been stroking her brother's cock standing stiff below, but she still only cared about herself. Someday I'd make her grind her mound against my thigh and beg me to fuck her.
I had already firmly decided I was going to break Hui-gyeong in as my woman.
"Hah…!"
Her moans only climbed higher, and I cheered inside. She wouldn't dodge when this big brother went for bare skin anymore. Later, when I had the chance, I ought to spend a whole day just on her tits. I couldn't figure out why something this perfect made me want to keep touching it even while I was already touching it.
Then, suddenly, I realized something. Even while I was kneading them like soft rice cakes, I had never properly seen Hui-gyeong's breasts. Right now I was just groping with my eyes closed, wasn't I?
I cracked my eyes open. Her pale face came into view, hair covering everything above her nose. But those big lips of hers were parted, letting out lewd little sounds. Cherry-red lips like she'd put on lipstick, yet her skin was pure white—clean as porcelain at a glance, not a single freckle. Maybe she had a mole on her chest? In comics they always put a tiny one right in the cleavage, but I didn't remember seeing one when she wore low-cut tops. Side of the breast, then? Or under the fold of the underboob? The more I imagined it the harder I got. Some physical detail of Hui-gyeong's that nobody else knew, a secret only I possessed—wouldn't that be something?
But the fantasy cooled off fast. A secret only I knew? Like hell there would be one. I was twenty-six by Korean reckoning, twenty-four full years old, and still a virgin. Still a virgin even now. Hui-gyeong was different. She'd met plenty of men. And she'd rolled around with every one of them, no doubt. Those men would have known exactly what her body looked like.
Compared to that, the way she treated me felt too unfair. She hung all over other guys and showed them everything, so why not me? Was this that thing the dating guides always said—the one who likes more loses? Because I wanted her more, she was dangling me and doing whatever she pleased?
I couldn't stand it. I stopped teasing her nipple. I kept my hand under the lower curve of her breast, though, still feeling her body heat.
"Oppa, why?"
Of course Hui-gyeong was already awake and feeling everything. When my hand went still she asked, puzzled. I deliberately ignored my little sister and turned my head away with my eyes shut.
"Oppa~. Aren't you gonna keep touching my chest?"
Not a chance. My resolve was an impregnable fortress. Remembering how yesterday I'd begged her to let me touch her, only to catch an elbow to the eye socket, just made me angrier. Sure, I'd said some rough things, but not enough to deserve an elbow. For the record, that eye socket was still heavily swollen.
Cutting her off right when she was starting to feel good must have left her frustrated. Come to think of it, this girl who'd never gone without a man since the day her tits came in hadn't smelled a male for over two weeks; of course her body was boiling.
Hang on a second…
Then wasn't this a huge opportunity for me? There was still a month left until I bought her a phone. Father had smashed hers, so right now she had nobody she could even contact. The guy who'd been with her when Father caught them hadn't gotten in touch at all; he must have given up. She couldn't go outside either, so no chance to swap numbers with some new bastard. The longer time dragged on, the hotter her body would get. My plan was to slip into that gap and devour Hui-gyeong.
"Oppa, are you asleep?"
The dating guides said push-and-pull was important. Anyone who claimed they hated that stuff was either a virgin loser or some smug player who scored too easily. Even games got boring if you always won without effort. You needed a few tough runs and some failures before the clear felt good. Dating was the same—I had to show her I wasn't an easy man she could push around however she liked. Yesterday I'd only charged in, so I must have looked easy. But I, Jo Gyeong-hun, was a man who got things done when he said he would. Even with the money changing everything, I still figured a college degree would make jobs easier, so I studied my ass off on nothing, landed scholarships, and got into a top school. The second Gyeong-jun mentioned crypto I thought, this'll make cash, and dove in headfirst—now I was a fifty-billion-won man. That was me, Jo Gyeong-hun.
"Oppa~!"
Hui-gyeong's breath tickled my ear and my cock stood straight up. I barely held back from ripping her clothes off, yanking her panties down, and burying myself in her right then. I squeezed my eyes shut and played dead.
"Is he really asleep?"
Confused, Hui-gyeong shifted closer to check my face, and her big breast slipped free of my hand. I grabbed after it a second too late and only caught empty air.
"Hey, Jo Gyeong-hun! If you're gonna touch, do it proper all the way… huh?"
The sound of her sucking in a breath. What, it wasn't because this big brother's face was handsome.
"Wha…?!"
Her cold palm seized my cheek and forced my head toward her. I scowled on reflex; she lifted my bangs and her breath brushed my eye.
"Holy shit, what do I do…."
She freaked out by herself again, then:
"Oppa, wake up. Oppa, you need to go to the hospital! This isn't the time to be sleeping!"
She started shaking me awake in a panic. I would have ignored almost anything else, but when Hui-gyeong made a scene about the hospital I had no choice.
"What, what? Ugh… my head's ringing, my eye hurts."
I bolted upright in surprise and only then felt the heavy pain in my eye. Gravity itself seemed to grab that eye and drag it down; I couldn't lift my head properly.
"What do I do… Oppa's eye is all black and blue…."
"What?"
"Oppa, I'm sorry, what do I do for real."
Apparently the eye I'd taken yesterday was in bad shape. The way Hui-gyeong said it so seriously, the swollen eye that had barely cracked open earlier now felt like it wouldn't open at all.
"Mom! Mom!"
She even started yelling for Mom.
"Hui-gyeong, what is it? Open the door!"
The sound of Mom approaching came from outside; Hui-gyeong opened the door right away. Someone had left the living-room window open, and the cold air that rushed in cooled the heat in my swollen eye socket a little.
"Oh my god, Gyeong-hun, your eye! What happened to your eye?!"
"Dunno, it just hurts a bit and won't open."
"It's turned purple! No, we're going to the hospital right now."
"Aigoo, hospital for this…."
"Jo Gyeong-hun, if I say go, you go."
"Okay, just let me wash my face."
Under Mom's freezing command I meekly agreed to go to the hospital. Mom might let other things slide, but if her kids fought or got hurt she turned terrifying.
"Jo Hui-gyeong, did you do this to Oppa's eye?"
"Nooo… yesterday he…."
"You're taking full responsibility and bringing Oppa to the hospital."
"He's not a kid…."
"Oppa can't even open his eye right now!!"
"Oppa's washing up, I'll wash right after."
In front of furious Mom, neither Hui-gyeong nor I could talk back; we just got ready for the hospital. Once I stepped into the bathroom I got curious how bad it really was, so I opened the other eye wide and looked in the mirror.
There stood a man whose face was half mottled purple and blue like a blotch, straight out of Demon Slayer.
"What the fuck is this—!!"
My shocked scream filled the whole house.