Chapter 172
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 172
Chapter Title: Morning at Onahole Academy
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Thursday morning.
I thought I wouldn't sleep well sharing a bed with Hyejeong, but surprisingly, I slept like a baby.
Lately, I've been waking up early for all sorts of reasons. I barely got any sleep while keeping watch by the Student Council President's side...
In the end, there were no follow-up villain attacks, so all my worrying was for nothing.
"Haaam."
What the hell. Why is my dick so damn hard?
Given the size, the glans peeking out and throbbing every morning isn't anything new anymore...
But it's rock solid. Like my little sisters sucked it off first thing in the morning...
'Did Hyejeong see me sleeping like this?'
She did.
100% saw it. No way she grabbed it and rubbed until I came on my own, right?
I felt around the bedsheet, but no wet spots. Dry as can be, with a nice scent wafting up. Realizing that's Hyejeong's body smell makes my dick throb even harder.
'Mom's off-limits.'
But it triggered Onahole Aptitude Analysis, so...
Is Hyejeong a heroine...?
I'd always believed moms weren't heroines, not even love interests, but Hyejeong's pretty enough to shake that conviction...
'What happens if we date?'
Wouldn't my little sisters basically become my daughters?
Then I'd be fucking my daughters' holes... Argh. No. Cut the fantasy.
Swapping stepsisters evolving into daughters in my head unleashed a level of depravity no mosaic could handle.
"Daddy now♡ Oppa? Which do you like more, oppa or daddy?"
Shake shake!!
I shook my head wildly to chase away the delusion.
Phew. Nearly pictured pregnant Stella and Serena acting all cute~.
...Did it anyway.
Actually, switching titles mid-sex is pretty common play,
but in real life, it's got this creepy edge. Guess the Confucian boy inside me hasn't fully bloomed yet.
'What kind of morning thoughts are these.'
Thanks to En-chan's curse-not-curse pushing me into total pervert sex,
I even took turns pounding my pretty little sisters' pussies before bed.
If this lifestyle keeps up, even I...
...Thank you so much! Goddess!
I sent up a little prayer to En-chan and climbed out of bed.
'Huh.'
Dick's super sensitive. What's going on?
No way Hyejeong did anything...
Maybe because I slept so deeply, I've got no clue what happened while I was out.
'Whatever. My brain's already pickled in eroge.'
Hyejeong was just being nice since there was no bed that night. We shared a blanket and nothing happened.
Good. Let's keep it that way.
"Ah. Oppa. You're up?"
Serena, apron on and arms full of bed covers, smiled at me.
The sight made me think mornings could be awesome.
"Serena. I love you."
"What? Suddenly! Yeah, love you too."
Looks like she stripped the sheets from my room.
"Sorry for dirtying it yesterday. Swapped it for a fresh one!"
"It's fine. I slept in Mom's room."
"......"
Serena didn't look surprised?
She seemed to already know.
"Wanted to take care of Oppa's morning wood, but Mom's not a fan."
"...We should've toned it down a bit..."
Hyejeong meddling in our business made sense.
My first encounter with her was... getting caught mid-3P with the sisters.
"Once Mom falls hard for Oppa, no limits!"
No limits in this house?
"No limits, and I might not know what I'd do to you girls. Kinda scary."
"What do you wanna do? Hehe."
"......"
Serena smiled seductively.
Feels like she'd go along with anything...
Getting used to pitching a full tent in front of my little sisters is trouble.
"Go wash up and eat. Oppa."
Down on the first floor, I ran into freshly showered Stella.
"Oniichan. Bathroom's free."
"Stella. Sleep well?"
"What? Out of nowhere?"
Stella stared at me, golden straight hair moist, eyes wide.
"No Oniichan, how could I sleep well."
Aggressive tone, wholesome words!
Made me grin ear to ear.
"But Oniichan looks like he slept great."
Stella glanced down at my raging morning wood.
"Stella, calm it down for me."
"What? Right now? I'm about to change..."
As I stepped closer, Stella flinched but pulled out my dick with a resigned look and gave it a quick handjob.
Ah, little sisters are the best...
"Ugh. Making your just-showered sister do this. You like?"
"Love it."
"There. Shake shake. Gonna make you feel good. Hurry and settle down."
Hoo, feels amazing...
Morning handie from Stella.
While she focused, I toyed with her blonde heterochromia hair, admired her nape,
sneaked peeks and fondles at her tits through the thin fabric gaps.
"About to cum? Where you shooting, Oppa? Hand? Mouth?"
"Panties."
"......"
Stella stared like she questioned my humanity but kept stroking.
"Inside?"
"In the panties."
"I just showered..."
Grumbling all the while, Stella tugged her hotpants aside to expose her crotch.
I wedged my near-exploding dick between her warm pussy lips and blasted semen all over her outer folds.
Spurt... Spuuurt! Spurt!
"......"
Stella twitched as semen filled the gaps between her panties and pussy.
"Oniichan's cum smell might leak out..."
"Ah... Still going..."
Spuurt. Spurt.
Handjob straight into Stella's panties.
Stella, now stuck with cum-drenched panties, blushed and said,
"Happy now?"
"Ecstatic."
She climbed the stairs with an awkward waddle from the semen panties.
Checked the floor—no drips.
"Hoo."
Kim Sanghyeok, perving in sister's panties then showering. Peak form.
I stepped out minimally covered, and bam—eye contact with Hyejeong.
She stared at my body, dazed.
"Sleep well? Mom."
"O-Oh! Put some proper clothes on!"
"What's the big deal. Family and all..."
"No."
More conservative than I thought.
"You're rocking hotpants too. Aren't Serena and Stella copying you?"
"I'm not naked..."
Imagining Hyejeong stripped bare, my dick twitched.
"Dress before Serena and Stella see."
We've seen it all anyway...
But gotta listen to Mom. Slipped into academy uniform, got ready, and delicious smells wafted from downstairs.
Freshly cooked rice... Heaven...
'Miso soup too.'
Fun guessing the menu.
Stella still prepping, Serena and Mom bustling in the kitchen.
Breakfast was loaded. Yesterday's pancakes out, plus fresh grilled fish.
"Grilling mackerel, so hold on a sec."
"Oppa. Japchae's going too!"
"Sounds great."
"Pickled peppers are the last."
Need to shop?
Fridge check—running low.
"Grocery run today? I can carry."
"Nuh-uh! It's fine. I'm strong."
Gotta tag along.
Tried kitchen to set table, but Mom and Serena blocked me.
"Where you going. Men in the kitchen?"
"Oppa! Girls handle this."
"Uh, okay..."
Fair enough.
Serena's traditional housewife vibe clearly came from Mom.
Mom's got that natural platinum blonde and mystical purple eyes—total influencer model look—for a Korean...
No offense, but her cooking in the kitchen looked kinda surreal.
But.
Pan-wielding skills? Pro level... Mom outdid even Serena.
"Nutrition rice and soup too. Hang tight. I'll make something from my Turkey days."
"Ooh..."
"Mom's traveled everywhere, so I know all sorts of foreign dishes."
"Impressive."
Hyejeong snorted softly.
"Fat lot of good that does. I'd eat alone."
"I'm right here, mouth open."
"That's what makes it worthwhile. Here, try a bite."
What is this?
An eggplant slice split down the middle, stuffed with beef, diced onions, and tomato. Looked like main dish scraps for me.
Delicious...!
Eggplant's divisive, and I'm in the hate camp, but...
The eggplant's flavor and texture actually elevated the beef. Perfect match...
Hyejeong fed me scraps while focusing on cooking, not even glancing over.
"Mm..."
Nodded.
"Good?"
"Delicious."
"Oppa. Try this too."
Hmm!?
Serena popped something in my mouth—the thing she'd been blowing on.
"No way this misses."
Nodded while chewing.
"Yup! Cheese potatoes!"
Tasting show sandwiched between pretty little sister and Mom. Pure bliss.
Sat properly in my chair to wait, and uniformed Stella came down.
"Kinda late?"
"......Changing underwear."
Oh crap. My bad.
"Forgot already? Figures?"
Stella naturally set the table—utensils and bowls. Oppa's job to sit?
"Lemme help?"
"What? No. Sit."
"Everyone's busy, I'm antsy."
"Just plant yourself."
Hmm... Newspaper time?
No paper. Phone instead. KakaoTalk was flooded.
Post-possession, I ignored it, but this?
Unregistered numbers pouring in. Profiles all girls, faces half-hidden with stickers over nose/mouth.
"Senior Kim Sanghyeok! I'm 1st-year junior XXX..."
"Pervert?? Lol"
"Got a gf?"
"Bored af"
Tons of chats with single meaningless openers.
'Guess my number leaked...'
Decided to bask in the attention for a bit.
Not the Hero app, no need to block. Ever had this many girl DMs in my life?
Swapped my basic profile pic for a morning selfie.
'Hmm.'
Lots of contacts.
I'll only check my girl's, but overflowing with chicks? Tempting setup.
Three minutes after profile change—new chat with some girl calling me Oppa.
What's the life of a hot guy like...
"Oppa. Wait long?"
Set phone down, focused on breakfast.
Warm soup first, then japchae.
"Tasty."
"Hehe..."
Rice too good... Sniff...
That ultra-lux Hanwoo spot with prez was no joke, but Mom-Serena collab table tops home cooking.
"Way too good. Wanna eat this forever..."
"That much...?"
Serena bashful.
Rice blew me away. Soft, perfectly steamed, grains intact.
"What's this? Mom."
"Nutrition butter rice. Fried butter and onions, cooked in chicken stock."
"Delicious..."
So good. Amazing.
Glad I'm alive.
"Try the karnıyarık too."
"This? Eggplant dish?"
"Ah. Beef eggplant stir-fry, Korean-style...?"
Tried it earlier. Eggplant stuffed full of beef.
Paired with the butter rice.
Delicious!
"Plenty more. Eat slow."
"Yep!"
Polished off two bowls and stood.
Stella and Serena stacked dishes neatly into the sink.
"Have fun at academy."
"We'll be back."
Shoes on at the entryway, and Serena and Stella came down with crossbags.
Skirts today. Serena in pantyhose, Stella thigh-highs.
Swipe.
Before stepping out, Serena flashed her skirt.
"Sky blue today. Oppa."
"...Mine's yellow."
Prime panty peek hour.
I stared mesmerized for about three seconds.
Hyejeong seeing us off made them drop skirts quick—but the brief moment was all the more precious.
'Sky blue and yellow today.'
Commit to memory...
"Bye, Mom!"
"See ya, Mom~."
Stella and Serena headed out, and Hyejeong grabbed me like,
"Ah, son?"
Awkwardness and stiffness of addressing an adopted son soaked into that one word.
"Yeah?"
Hyejeong hesitated.
"If you need Mom's help with anything... just say?"
Clearly well-meant, but as a healthy guy, my eyes flicked to her huge tits that instant.
Eye-contact difficulty: expert!!
"...Sure."
Managed to meet her eyes, playing innocent son,
but Hyejeong seemed to see right through me, a weird, charged vibe lingering between us...