Chapter 3

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 3

Chapter Title: (Really) Inevitably Raping My Little Sister (2)

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Serena, who had been getting her pussy raped in a dazed state of mind and body, seemed to gradually regain her senses only after I pulled out.

I pressed Lucky Pervert one more time, turning it gray.

It must be truly deactivated now.

Now the only remaining problem was that I was a criminal who had raped my little sister.

"It was... a mistake."

Serena spoke first to me, stiff and frozen in place.

"It was my fault for tripping so weirdly. Oppa, you're okay."

"...Serena."

Was Serena an angel?

Comforting me, in this situation...?

"I actually thought you would go all the way to the end..."

"......"

It was true that when I was holding her tight, I had been tempted by that.

Just hugging Serena's soft body and gently rocking my hips.

Lucky Pervert had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠foreshadowed it perfectly: Creampie Impregnation Sex.

"Was I... no good, by any chance?"

"Serena?"

Why was she asking something like this?

I felt like I had to choose my words carefully.

Because I didn't want to hurt Serena in any way.

I had to convey that her pussy felt incredibly good inside, and shaking it off had been really, really hard.

...Was that right?

Maybe because we had been so intimately entangled just moments ago.

In this lingering, sensual atmosphere enveloping us, without time to judge if the words I spat out—or the ones my little sister spat at me—were normal or not, I was just going to blurt them out.

"If you thought it was no good, would it look like this?"

I panted as I spoke, my cock still glistening, fully coated in my little sister's pussy juices.

"...Wow... So this is a man's..."

Serena realized and marveled at it.

She was amazed by my cock, still fully erect as if regretting that it couldn't forget her little sister's pussy, nodding up and down.

Even to me, my brand-new, handsome cock looked impressive...

But staring at it together with my little sister? This situation was fucking bizarre.

"Shouldn't I... take care of this?"

"Huh?"

Serena was acting weird too.

"Doesn't it hurt holding it back like that?"

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That was true.

I wanted to cum.

My desire to cum was overflowing. I'd barely held back through that ordeal, even though I finally escaped it.

Yet Serena kept giving off vibes that it was okay for me to indulge in the afterglow.

It was gently scratching at me, breaking me down.

Like how the traveler's clothes were undone not by a storm, but by the sun.

"...Yeah, it does hurt."

I knew exactly where pure Serena's curiosity was headed, and I went along anyway.

"If you're okay with it, Oppa... should I help you out?"

"......"

What the hell? Was this girl crazy...?

Tell her quickly.

We're brother and sister...!

"How do I do it?"

Serena pressed right up against me.

"Oppa...?"

"With your... hand..."

I had completely surrendered to lust. It was especially easy to let my guard down after such a huge victory.

No matter how I tried to wrap it up nicely, I'd ended up as the worst brother: raping Serena and then asking for a handjob on top of it.

If this was the goddess's scheme, I'd lost big time.

But it didn't feel like a total loss.

"Like this?"

Serena grabbed my cock to relieve it.

She instinctively stroked the erect shaft, slick with her own pussy juices.

Her movements were a bit awkward, but...

The intent was clear: service.

"......"

"......"

We quietly immersed ourselves in the lewd act.

I entrusted my erect cock to Serena,

and Serena stroked my cock diligently of her own will.

"Since that happened, I'm taking responsibility and helping you out."

Serena said it like it was an excuse.

While shyly stroking her oppa's erect cock.

"That thing?"

"Your thing got so hard, it looked tough ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to hold back."

It had been tough to hold back...

There was a part of me that saw this as a reward for protecting my little sister from unwanted pregnancy.

I thought about it while gazing at Serena's profile as she jerked me off solely to relieve my lust.

"Mm... It's so hot and hard..."

Her lips pursed out like a duck's bill—a habit when concentrating—which was adorable.

"Like this, like this... Does it feel good, Oppa?"

"Ah..."

It felt good.

This was a first for me. Since my school days, I'd had zero luck with women, a total virgin who'd never even dated.

But I'd never regretted it. I believed my ideal type would be a pure virgin who'd never rolled in the dirt anywhere.

I'd always thought that someday I'd meet someone I loved and do everything I wanted with her.

That conviction was being thoroughly shaken off by Serena's handjob.

'This... this is the promiscuous sex life of those handsome bastards...?'

No, not even close to 'promiscuous'?

If those big-dick handsome guys got this kind of service from women every day, had I just been losing out all this time?

I felt like I was about to cave from the root to this temptation.

Receiving Serena's awkward but earnest sexual relief handjob, I even shamefully thought I was glad to come to this world.

'To become her Oppa.'

...Kuh.

Every time I tried to cling to reason, Serena's handjob sped up.

"That's weird..."

She smiled faintly.

"I never thought I'd be doing this for Oppa..."

Saying that while snuggled up beside me was making me horny as hell...!

Unbearably horny.

As the feeling of cumming built up, I got extremely flustered.

'Should I say it?'

Tell Serena pathetically?

That I was about to cum? I was completely defenseless, just leaving my cock in her hands.

Saying I was gonna cum felt embarrassing, so I stood there awkwardly, stone-faced.

"Oppa, are you about to cum?"

Serena whispered.

"It's getting a little bigger in my hand."

...Kuh.

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Serena pressed tight against my side, stroking my cock with skilled hand movements now that she'd gotten the hang of it.

I'm cumming!

"Ah."

An astonishing ejaculation volume. Serena cupped the head with her hand, receiving my cum in her palm instead of a tissue,

but her hand quickly became a mess of semen, and the excess overflowed onto the floor.

"Amazing..."

Splurt... Splurt... Spluuuurt...

Because Serena stroked the base like she wanted to see more, I pathetically scraped the bottom of my balls as her Oppa and shot out every last drop.

Splurt... Spluuuurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Streams of semen struck her palm with vigor.

"...Wow... It comes out this much..."

"......"

What the hell had I done?

Made Serena give me a handjob? Felt good all the way and ended up spilling my load in my little sister's hand?

"Satisfied?"

It deflated only briefly.

Like nothing happened, it got fully erect again.

Even I thought I looked like a pervert.

"...Oppa."

"...Sorry."

For some reason, I felt guilty and apologized.

"Want me to stroke it one more time?"

"Let's stop now."

How am I supposed to face her later...?

Serena showed me her semen-covered hand and said,

"You already came this much in my hand."

"......"

"More than usual, right? Oppa."

"Yeah, a lot."

"Good."

Serena smiled while gently rubbing my hypersensitive post-cum cock.

"You must've thought it was still inside me. Maybe that's why you came so much, thinking you could impregnate me."

"......"

That line—"You must've thought it was still inside me"—made me get even harder without resistance.

Serena blushed shyly and started stroking my cock with her hand again.

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

With a better grasp of the good spots than before.

"...Oppa doesn't think it's still inside anymore, right?"

"You want to go back in, huh."

"...W-What are you saying! Seriously...! Pervert!"

It seemed impossible to go back to a normal relationship now.

To my self-abandoned sex joke, Serena pretended to be mad while stroking my cock oh-so-gently.

I came three times from my pretty little sister's devoted handjob—and the volume was even more than the first, surprising Serena—and my erection wouldn't go down, so we agreed she'd continue next time before heading out.

For the record, I didn't ask for it.

Serena said, "It's late today, and my wrist is tired, so I'll do it again next time! Oppa,"

And all I did was nod.

No, actually, I'm full of sins. I'm a rotten guy.

I can only see Serena as a woman now, and Serena sees me as a man too.

Wasn't the family a mess just five minutes ago?

'Get your head straight...'

"No time for breakfast, so we gotta hurry. Oppa!"

Serena had to skip breakfast because she'd taken care of my cock.

...I wanna die. For real.

'Is this smartphone mine?'

I found it rummaging through the room.

It seemed like my phone, but fingerprint unlock didn't work. Well, of course not?

There was a pattern lock too, but no way for me to know it.

'Factory reset maybe...'

I'll just take it for now.

"Don't wait for me, go ahead!"

If Serena was late because of me, it'd be a disaster.

But a bigger problem was that no uniform fit me.

'None of the clothes fit...'

In the end, I had no choice but to throw on the oversized hoodie the previous protagonist wore and head out.

It even smelled weird when I put it on. Shit.

"Oppa, your uniform?"

"Threw 'em all in the wash 'cause they were dirty. Let's go. You can't be late."

"A single demerit point is fine for me."

"No way!"

A single demerit point?

If that point came from giving her Oppa a handjob, I'd never be able to lift my head again.

There was a bike in the yard, so I put Serena on the back.

"The academy by bike...?"

"How many minutes?"

"8:30!"

Current time... 8:18.

"Which way!"

"That way!"

I pedaled hard.

Etsol Academy didn't look that far from a distance, but actually going there by bike was a huge gamble.

Still!

"Oppa, aren't you tired...?"

"I'm fine! Hold on tight!"

But surprisingly, I wasn't exhausted.

Sweating and out of breath, sure, but this endless energy?

The bike raced toward the academy at a steady speed between overdrive and acceleration, arriving just barely in time.

"Made it. Go on in, Serena."

"Thanks, Oppa. That was cool!"

We got there faster than expected. Academy students heading in, wearing the same uniform as her, stared at me curiously.

'My turn now?'

I'd heard the buildings were divided by grade on the way, so this wasn't my place.

'Campus is fucking huge.'

4 minutes left.

Getting to the second-year classroom wasn't easy.

......

These days, teachers don't even guard the door anymore.

Passing the main gate, the panel coldly announced my demerit.

'Well, one point isn't bad.'

I'd protected Serena's one point.

A fair price for becoming a cool Oppa.

......

Cumulative demerits... 100 points...?

How the hell did this game's protagonist survive?

Still, for becoming a cool Oppa... worth it, right?

The moment I entered our grade's academy building, I drew hot stares.

No uniform? Handsome? Probably both.

Unfamiliar space, but I figured out my class using the locker room accessible by student ID.

'But...'

My name-labeled locker wouldn't open.

Because my demerits exceeded 100, student ID functions were suspended.

"Looking for something important?"

8:43.

As everyone scattered for class, a silver-haired woman strode confidently into the locker room where I stood alone.

Her crisp white pants like a dressage rider's paired perfectly with a black jacket wrapping her body, drawing admiration.

The outline of her massive breasts strained against the black jacket, impossible to contain, and the form-fitting white pants revealed her shapely legs—sensual without being revealing.

She was much shorter than me, yet her presence was overwhelmingly intimidating.

"Kim Sanghyeok."

And she knew me.

"Do you know me?"

I hoped we were friends.

"Of course. How could I not know you, the sole blemish on our academy?"

Nope.

Not friends. She was the wrong person to run into.

"Disciplinary Committee. Follow me."

As if escape was futile, her escorts blocked the way out.