Brother Conditioning 3
※ This episode runs a little spicy!
I no longer knew what I was doing.
From my hair—right in front of me—my little sister… Minhi had just finished pissing all over my head. Then she spread her legs and showed me her cunt.
And she ordered me to suck it.
It was humiliating, but I had no choice but to obey her.
Because if that black ring locked around my cock started up again—
I was certain my mind would truly break.
Endless pleasure, my balls screaming, begging to cum, and still the pleasure would not stop. I had come within a breath of losing my mind completely.
—drip
When that pleasure that had seemed like it would never end finally cut off, blood was running from my nose—but Minhi did not even glance at it.
Just… suck, I supposed….
Oppa’s face was wrecked.
In the end, the brother who had fought and resisted so hard had yielded, at least a little, to that unending pleasure—his face was drifting closer and closer to my pussy.
“Go on, my little meat slave♡ Take a nice greedy suck♡”
His face was ruined and blood still ran from his nose, but I didn’t bother caring. I parted my folds a little with my fingers.
“……Y-yes…… M-Master…….”
Without even using his hands, Oppa’s lips pressed against my pussy.
“Hnnngh!♡ Yes—that’s it, that’s it♡”
A sharp jolt ran through me and my whole body shuddered.
It was nothing like masturbating alone. The second his lips touched me, the spark climbed—
—spurt!! spurt-spurt!!
“Haa, haa♡ Hnnngh♡ Aaah…♡”
Like some premature little slut of a pussy, I came on the spot, spraying my juices straight across his face.
I’m not a premature cummer like Oppa♡ Now I just look like one♡
—drip… drip-drip……
Covered in my juices, Oppa had gone completely still.
“Hey… who told you to stop?”
“……I-I’m… I’m sorryyy…… Master….”
“Don’t you stop until I say so.”
“Yes…… M-Master….”
How dare he stop just because I came once.
—schlurp♡ sluuurp♡
“Yes, like that♡ Suck a little harder♡”
His lips sealed to my pussy and he started slowly drinking the juices running out of me….
Then I thought about it—he was just kissing my cunt and lapping up whatever dripped out. I grabbed his hair.
“Hey…… are you insane?”
“Y-yeess…?”
“Why isn’t your tongue going in?”
“…Ah, n-no…… th-that’s….”
“Still haven’t learned your lesson?”
I shoved the remote in my hand right up to his face.
“Want me to crank it all the way to level five?”
“……N-no… nononono… p-please… d-don’t… p-please, just not that….”
The hands that had been braced on the floor came up. He clasped them in front of me and started begging, scrubbing them together, pleading for me not to do it.
“Let’s do this properly, okay? I don’t actually want to torment you that much either, Oppa. But if you keep acting like this, you’ll be a meat slave who never even gets to see the outside until the day you die. Got it?”
“Y-yesyesyesyes…… I-I understan…d… M-Master….”
“Look at you, not forgetting to call me Master. How precious♡”
I let go of his hair, stroked his face once, then pointed back down at my pussy.
“Disappoint me again and it won’t be fun for you, you meat-slave bastard♡”
—sluuurp♡
“Hnnngh♡ H-haangh♡!! Yes—there, there, right there!!!”
Nothing like before. Oppa’s tongue started thrusting deep inside my pussy, pressing hard against every weak spot he could find.
“You fucking♡ worthless piece-of-shit bastard♡ More, more, more♡!! Deeper with that tongue—hnnnnngh♡!!!”
How good was he at eating pussy♡ I should have made him go this hard from the start♡ I wasted time trying to condition him slowly and almost missed out on this♡
“All of it♡ Swallow every drop, you fucking meat-slave bastard♡ Haa, haaangh♡”
“Mmmmphhh!!!”
How long had it been since I’d come this hard? I seized fistfuls of Oppa’s hair, clamped my thighs around his head, and came spectacularly.
—spurt!!! spuuuurt!!!
My juices poured straight into the mouth sealed against my pussy. Oppa’s cheeks started to balloon.
“Haaaah……♡ You fucking meat-slave bastard♡ This is a reward from your Master, so swallow this too♡ Don’t spill a single drop♡”
I slowly eased the tension in my hips—and started pissing straight into Oppa’s mouth.
“Mmmmmphhh!!!”
The second the piss hit his mouth he thrashed wildly, grabbing my thighs, trying desperately to pull free—but it was useless.
“Haaaaaah♡ Fuck, at this rate I won’t even need to go to the bathroom every day♡ I’ve got a worthless meat-slave right here who helps me masturbate and even takes my piss for me♡”
His cheeks had already been puffed out with my juices. Now a volume of piss that made the juices look like nothing started flooding in.
His mouth swelled even fuller, squirrel-cheeked—
and just as I’d ordered, he didn’t spit out a single drop—
“Ghhk—mmph!!!”
But the mixed liquid of my juices and piss started backing up through his nose. His struggles gradually quieted.
When the stream finally stopped, I grabbed the head buried between my thighs and shook it back and forth.
“Huuuh♡ Hey. Swallow every last drop. Don’t leave any.”
“Ugh… mmmmph…….”
Having liquid force its way back up his nose must have been agony. The corners of his eyes had gone a little red. Then, little by little, I heard him swallow.
“Gulp…… gulp……….”
Slow, pained gulps. The ballooned cheeks gradually deflated.
I unlocked my legs from around his head.
“Open.”
“……Ah…… ahhh…….”
“Not a single drop left♡ Did you want your little sister’s juices and piss that badly? Want me to feed you again??”
There was nothing left in Oppa’s mouth—not a drop of my juices or my piss.
So I shoved my fingers into his mouth without mercy.
“Ghhk—kkkh!! Cough-cough-hack!!”
“Hm? What was that? I can’t hear you.”
I just wanted to torment him. No particular reason.
The way he looked at me like it was over, like he could finally rest—I just….
Wanted to wreck him without mercy.
Punishing him with sex was fun too, but right now I wasn’t in the mood for that.
I wanted to hear it.
For no reason at all, I just wanted to hear Oppa cry. I pushed my index and middle fingers into his mouth and shoved them as deep as they would go.
“Ghhk!! Ghk!!! Uerk-kkh!!”
It must have hurt badly. He made those grotesque sounds, his hands trembling as they closed around mine.
“Hands off.”
“Ghk!! Kkh—I’m gonna die—ghhk—”
Even with fingers in his mouth, he mangled out that he was dying and tried to push my hand away—
“I told you. Hands off. Not listening is on you.”
“Ghhhhk!! Kkh-ugh!”
I shoved deeper. The back of his throat clamped hard around my fingers.
“What do they call this again…… a blowjob? No, that’s not it?? What was it?”
I’d heard it somewhere. Not just the mouth—going this deep, the name of the act….
“Hmm…… I can’t remember.”
“Ghk!! Kkh-ggghhk!! Ghk-ghk-ghhhk!!”
It felt like it was on the tip of my tongue, and still I couldn’t place it.
“The way your throat squeezes my fingers feels nice♡”
His face trapped between my thighs, tears and snot streaming, suffering—watching him like that was getting more and more fun.
“Maybe I should fuck you while I’m at it.”
Did I buy a dildo for the house? I couldn’t remember.
“You’d rather I fuck you than you fuck me, right? Right?”
“Ghk-kkh!! Kk-kkh!!”
“Mm. I’ll take that as a yes.”
If it weren’t my fingers but a cock ramming his mouth—how good would that have been?
If a cock had gone in instead of my fingers, that throat would have squeezed so hard I’d definitely have cum, right?
“Ghhhhk!! Gueeeehhh!!!”
“……”
I kept thrusting my fingers, imagining how a cock would feel—and Oppa shoved my hand away and vomited straight onto the floor.
“Ah, fuck, are you serious? You can’t even handle that one thing?”
“Cough-cough…… g-ghhk… h-haaah, heh, hehhh…… I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna die….”
I’d been feeling good, and now the vomit on my feet and fingers made irritation surge up all at once.
“Hey, you worthless bastard. Either bring a rag or grab the clothes you took off earlier. Clean this up until it’s spotless before I finish washing.”
My mood was ruined.
I’d been slowly thinking through how to educate my meat slave, imagining what it would feel like if I had a cock—
and no matter how much I loved Oppa, the smell of vomit was disgusting.
Right now he wasn’t a person named Yoo Junhi. He was less than a meat slave I could play with however I wanted—nothing more, nothing less.
The reek of that disgusting vomit pissed me off. I went into the bathroom to wash the vomit off my hands and feet.
I stood under the warm water, scrubbed every inch of myself with a nice-smelling body wash, and came back out. The disgusting smell of vomit still lingered.
Oppa, still naked, had cleaned every last bit of vomit off the floor exactly as I’d ordered—
and without me even telling him to, the moment he saw me he dropped into a full prostration right in front of me, forehead pressed to the floor.
“I like that♡”
I’d been furious just a moment ago, but watching him do something I hadn’t even ordered—dropping into that submissive bow for me—a smile rose on its own.
“Hey, meat slave. Up.”
“…Y-yeess……….”
“Where’s the rag you used on the floor?”
“I… didn’t want it to smell…… s-so I put it… outside…….”
“Then take it in, hand-wash it yourself in the bathroom, wash yourself, come back out, air out the living room, and spray some air freshener.”
“Yes…… M-Master…….”
Every single thing he did was starting to please me.
Even when he spoke to me, he kept his head down, forehead still pressed to the floor. How adorable was that?
I should have done it this way from the beginning.
I should have just driven him with the whip from the start. Instead I wasted time trying to condition him with carrot and stick.
I lightly stepped on Oppa’s head once, then walked toward the bedroom.
“Wash up and come to the bedroom.”
“Yesh…… M-Master…….”