By Your Side Forever
Just how many times had Junhi cum?
By now the liquid spurting from that cock could hardly even be called semen anymore—only thin, watery fluids kept coming out in weak pulses. Junhi lay sprawled on the bed, eyes rolled back, finally unconscious… yet even then the vibrator I had buried inside him kept his body and cock twitching and writhing as faint, broken moans slipped past his lips.
“Hh… hh, hhhk… nngh…”
“My lovely Junhi… it’s hard now, isn’t it? Right?? From now on you have to listen carefully to everything your big sister says, okay?”
Even if he had rejected my confession and my proposal, all I had to do was start over from the beginning.
I would break him and put him back together again and again until he accepted me completely, until he loved me, until he liked only me—only me, only me—and loved no one else.
Seeing him this ruined was hard, of course… but it was still fine.
“Even if my Junhi breaks, this big sister will stay right by your side for the rest of her life.”
Vrrrrr…
No more semen seemed likely to come out, and leaving the vibrator running any longer risked damaging his cock, so I switched it off with the remote.
I rolled his limp body over, gently teased the rim of his anus until the hole loosened, then carefully pulled the vibrator free.
It was the same toy I used when I masturbated alone; I never imagined I would end up using it like this. Still, it looked like it would make an excellent tool for training Junhi.
Had it been running too long?
The vibrator was hot to the touch. I tried switching it on at maximum power; the moment it hummed to life with a weak vibration, it died completely.
“Well, it did its job well enough.”
A few hours of continuous prostate stimulation had been more than enough—enough to push him past the edge and into unconsciousness.
I set the vibrator on the vanity and returned to the bed where Junhi lay.
“Heh… look how tiny my Junhi’s little cock has gotten.”
Only a short while ago it had been thick and proud; now it hung soft and limp like a wilted snake.
I cupped it in my hand, lifted it, squeezed the pliant flesh, and rubbed my thumb over the glans.
“Still going to get hard for me?”
He had already far exceeded any normal man’s limit; I had milked him until nothing but cloudy water came out. If it still rose after all that, it would only prove how lively and hardworking his little baby seeds really were.
I stroked and kneaded the soft cock, trying to coax it back to life. For a moment it seemed to stiffen… then it wilted again almost at once.
“At this rate we can’t even have sex…”
Maybe I shouldn’t have made him cum alone.
The most important thing—fucking him, marking him, making him mine in every way that mattered—hadn’t happened tonight. That was a little disappointing, but it was fine.
“Whatever we didn’t do today, we can just do later.”
I let go of his thoroughly spent cock. The bed was soaked with semen; I couldn’t leave him sleeping in that mess. So I scooped him into my arms, carried him to the sofa, and laid him down with a blanket.
“Good night, Junhi. Sweet dreams… and if it’s not too much to ask, I hope I’m the one who appears in them.”
I pressed a light kiss to his cheek—mwah—then went back into the bedroom to clean up the filth.
I stripped the soiled cover, threw it in the washer, and fitted a fresh one over the mattress. Even so, the thick, musky scent of Junhi’s cum still hung heavy in the air.
I didn’t mind the smell at all, but it might bother him when he woke, so I sprayed a generous cloud of Febreze.
“That should be good enough.”
The worst of the semen reek had been tamed. I stepped back out of the bedroom.
Junhi was still sprawled on the sofa, dead to the world.
“My lovely Junhi♡ How can even the way you sleep be this adorable?”
When he rejected my confession I had been ready to gaslight him, torment him, shatter him completely… yet looking at him lying there so quietly, a twinge of guilt pricked at me for what I had just done.
“How could I have been so cruel to such a cute boy?”
Earlier my head must have been completely broken; now all I felt was pity for my precious Junhi.
Maybe I should stop doing things like this from now on…
I simply watched his sleeping face and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
“How can a boy be this cute? He looks more like a girl.”
He was far too precious to give to anyone else.
Someone only I could look at, only I could possess.
“I’m not giving you to anyone. Not a single person. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get my hands on you?”
I would fuck him. I would get pregnant by him.
I would use every means, every method, to make sure he could never run from me.
“So Junhi… at the very least, this big sister will be generous enough to forgive you for looking at other girls. But…”
I slowly stroked his sleeping face with my fingertips.
“In the end, the only place you belong is right beside me. I want you to remember that, Junhi.”
I kept caressing his cheek, wishing only that when he woke he would give his love to me again.
“Hh… hhh… uuuuh…”
I had no idea when I had blacked out.
My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling.
I tried to sit up, but my body refused to obey. My hands trembled violently as I grabbed the edge of the sofa and somehow dragged myself upright.
“Ugh… uuuh… a-ah, it hurts…”
A sharp, stinging ache bloomed low in my body—specifically in my cock.
“You’re awake, Junhi?”
“A-ah…”
The moment I opened my eyes and saw the caretaker—no, Hayun-nuna—standing in front of me, every single thing she had done to me came flooding back.
My whole body started to shake.
“Don’t look so scared, Junhi. You’ll hurt your big sister’s feelings. Here, take this.”
She held out one of the two cups in her hands.
“…”
Remembering what she had just put me through, I couldn’t help wondering what she might have mixed into that cup. I stared at her warily.
“Haaa… when my Junhi looks at me with that much suspicion, it really makes my heart ache, you know?”
“…Wh-what… did you put in it…?”
“Nothing bad. Actually, I put something good for your body in it.”
Steam curled from the cup in my hands. I sniffed it cautiously.
It just smelled like coffee mixed with milk.
Even so, the coffee scent could easily be hiding something strange, so I kept watching her with open distrust.
“I really was too rough on you earlier, and I’m sorry. So please… don’t look at me like that, Junhi.”
“…”
I only glared.
I had begged her to stop, yet she had kept forcing me to cum over and over. The memory still made my skin crawl.
The truth was…
I could only resist like this because the person in front of me was Hayun-nuna.
If Minhi had been standing here instead…
She probably would have beaten me again, or raped me under the excuse of “educating” me.
“Hm? Your big sister is asking nicely. Please don’t look at me that way ever again.”
“…Okay…”
The fact that she had also raped me didn’t change… but at least the part of her that genuinely seemed to care about me felt a hundred times stronger than anything Minhi had ever shown.
“Thank you, Junhi. Drink up quickly. I made it with all my heart, so it should taste good.”
“…Yes…”
I took a small sip of the coffee she had given me.
The moment it touched my tongue my eyes went wide.
“How is it, Junhi?”
“I-it’s… delicious…”
“Right? It’s good, isn’t it? I roasted the beans myself and brewed it by hand, so of course it’s better.”
It was easily as good as the expensive cups you paid for at specialty cafés.
“I’m really sorry for doing such awful things to you earlier. So… just this once, won’t you forgive your big sister? I promise I’ll treat you so much better from now on.”
“…”
“Please? I’m begging you, Junhi.”
Hayun-nuna sat on the floor and kept apologizing with eyes full of genuine remorse. My resolve slowly crumbled.
Yeah… maybe staying with Hayun-nuna would be better than Minhi…
Both of them were pathologically obsessive, but at least with Hayun-nuna I might be able to live a little safer, a little more comfortably.
“I… I’ll forgive you… just this once…”
“Really? Really-really-really?? You’re forgiving me?”
“J-just this once…”
“Yes, yes!! I swear I won’t make the same mistake again. I’ll take such good care of you, Junhi. I promise on my life!!”
The instant the words of forgiveness left my mouth, Hayun-nuna lit up like a child who had just received the perfect Christmas present. Without the slightest hesitation she plopped down right beside me.
“Hehehe, I love you, Junhi♡”
She said it so easily, so freely… yet I still couldn’t bring myself to trust her completely.
“N-nuna… about the confession you made last time… c-could I think about it a little more before I answer…?”
“Of course, of course. Whenever you feel ready, just tell me!”
“…Th-thank you…”
Hayun-nuna had shown me the same violent, obsessive love as Minhi…
But still…
Compared to Minhi, who bound me with force and demanded love at knifepoint, she was a hundred—no, a thousand times better.
Even so, Minhi would never stay this quiet for long. The fact that she was being so obedient right now only made me more uneasy.