Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: #7 Scenario: Sisters Under One Roof
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A momentary desire flickered through me—maybe I could just cum inside U Dayoung's pussy like this.
"Ngh... wait a sec......"
Right before climax, I lifted U Dayoung's hips all the way up.
Splurt!
The moment I pulled out, semen spurted forth. But it wasn't as forceful as the first time.
After the third ejaculation, a wave of utter exhaustion washed over me.
"Chup...."
U Dahee pursed her lips tight against my cock, licking up the leaking cum.
"Haa...."
After cumming three times, I felt completely drained—no strength left at all.
I stared blankly into space for a moment, then shifted U Dayoung, who was nestled in my arms, to the side and got up.
"Where's the water? Oh, right, I didn't bring any."
I scratched my forehead as I stood, but my thighs had no strength— I wobbled unsteadily.
Seeing that, U Dahee covered her mouth and giggled, then stood up to follow me.
"I want some water too~."
As she rose, U Dahee wobbled too and plopped back down on the bed.
We locked eyes and burst into helpless laughter without meaning to.
"Puhuhu."
"Puhup."
U Dayoung watched us with a look of disbelief as she got up awkwardly and said,
"......Ugh...... my legs won't work?"
"We're all the same."
Realizing we were all in the same boat, U Dayoung sat back on the bed and rubbed her thighs.
Just three rounds, and my dick was already sore.
"I'll get the water. Hang on."
I patted my thighs to wake them up, then headed to the living room and filled some cups with water.
The two of them gulped it down like hamsters, then flopped onto the bed with drained expressions, whining.
"We gotta wash up."
"Tell me about it."
"Dayoung, you go first~."
"Urgh...."
We couldn't just crash all sticky like this, so I dragged myself up, tied my hair back with a hair tie, and headed to the bathroom.
I followed her in and brushed my teeth in a daze, toothbrush in mouth, when U Dayoung lowered the toilet lid and sat on it.
"I'm wiped....... My thighs are killing me......"
"First time doing it from above, that's why."
I wasn't exactly athletic either, so I figured tomorrow my whole body would be aching in every nook and cranny.
My prediction was spot on.
I woke up at dawn, sat up briefly, and felt soreness in my lower back and pubic area.
"Pff......"
I chugged some cool water, wiped the dribbles from my mouth with the back of my hand, and sat for a bit on a dining chair in the living room.
"Ow..., my back."
I massaged my back and rested a moment before heading back to the bedroom. It was dark, so I couldn't see much, but the two sisters were sleeping soundly, breathing softly.
Scratching my forehead at the sight, I grabbed the hidden camera and headed to the workroom.
Click.
Whirr.
I booted up the computer and uploaded footage from the cams and the camera—massive file sizes.
"Gonna need to buy some big external hard drives soon......"
Editing would slim it down, but I needed storage for the raw files.
"Yawn...."
I stretched with a long yawn and opened the bedroom window, letting in a cool breeze.
The sweltering summer seemed to be easing up—even at night, there was no trace of heat.
Thud.
Leaning against the window frame, I lit a cigarette.
"Sssip, haa...."
As I watched the long trail of smoke dissipate blankly, a noise came from the living room.
"What the."
I stubbed out the half-smoked cig and went out to see U Dayoung rubbing her eyes, searching for water.
"Why'd you get up?"
"Thirsty....... You smoked, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Ugh~, cigarette smell."
There was no dawn scene in the scenario.
For the experiment, I sidled up and placed a hand on U Dayoung's ass.
"......"
Watching her drink silently, I realized something.
The story applied regardless of time—as long as it was within the scenario.
But without a script, it'd be pure improv.
"And you go and do that again......"
She finished the water, set the cup on the dispenser, and looked at me.
The living room curtains were open, letting in the night light.
Even bare-faced, she looked no different from when made up.
"I'm sleepy, heading back to bed."
"Uggh~."
U Dayoung shook her head like she couldn't believe me.
"Let's go in~."
Drowsy, she rubbed her eyes and went inside.
I followed U Dayoung and lay down between them.
Maybe from the smoke or waking at dawn, I was sleepy but my eyes were wide awake.
"You asleep?"
"......Yeah."
"You answer if you're asleep."
"Go to sleep already."
I hugged sleeping U Dayoung's waist. No reaction. I slipped my hand under her thin short-sleeve and kneaded her breast; she giggled softly and turned toward me.
So instead of her breast, I slid my hand down and groped her ass over her clothes. Eyes closed, she spoke.
"Even if you're not sleepy, close your eyes and sleep~. We're doing it again tomorrow~."
"True that."
U Dayoung's hand pulled my head close and stroked it gently.
Like soothing a child, a quiet touch.
"Sleepy time~."
Listening to her drowsy voice, I closed my eyes again.
I never knew the always-playful U Dayoung had such a tender side.
I opened my eyes to the delicious smell wafting from the living room.
"Hwaaaam."
Face buried in the pillow, sprawled out yawning hugely—both sides felt empty.
"......"
Eyes closed, I groped around—nothing there.
One was probably cooking—U Dahee. Where was U Dayoung? I cracked my eyes open but getting up was a chore.
"Ow......"
Mussed hair and all, I got up and yanked open the slightly parted curtains.
Whoosh!
Dazzling light flooded the room.
I opened the window, and the lazy weekend morning sounds drifted in.
Birds chirping, cars rumbling, some indescribable floaty hum.
"Hyaam."
Short yawn, scratching my belly as I shuffled out. U Dayoung, fresh from a shower with wet hair wrapped in a towel, sat on the sofa watching TV.
Sure enough, in the living room, U Dahee was prepping breakfast.
Glancing at the full-length mirror, my hair was a mess—bedhead city.
"You're up?"
U Dayoung, spotting me first, asked.
"Yeah..., haam."
I drifted to the sofa like a magnet and rested my head on U Dayoung's thigh, eyes closing.
She adjusted to make me comfy and patted my cheek gently.
"Go wash up, you're all greasy."
"Wash me~."
"......You're not a kid."
"You two gotta take care of me~."
Truth was, I was too lazy to wash even if they offered—I'd stall anyway.
"Siu, eat first then wash~. Dayoung, come on~."
Dragging my still-lethargic body to the kitchen—nothing prepped yet.
U Dahee said casually to me and U Dayoung,
"Set the table and plates~. Hurry~."
While U Dahee plated the sides, we handled setup.
All done, sitting down, I wondered—had I ever eaten breakfast at home? Nah.
Even in shared housing, skipping breakfast was the norm.
'If I script stuff like this often, make 'em clean too—life would be easy.'
I barely ate at home, so trash was minimal.
Just toss the occasional delivery containers before work.
After the meal, to digest and prep the next scene.
Replaced the dawn camera in the main room, then eyed the sisters, U Dahee and U Dayoung.
"I'm washing up—let's all go together~."
U Dayoung replied flatly.
"I already did~."
U Dahee smacked her thigh and backed me up.
"He's getting washed. Get ready~."
Points meant no need to micromanage immersion—handy.
U Dahee.
It was the tiniest suspicion.
A small door in the kitchen.
Click.
Opening it and stepping in, a faint discomfort stirred deep inside—but I couldn't pinpoint what.
"Right... he said it's a break room for when shooting's tough......?"
Just opening the door made the space feel alien.
"......"
Even though it was just a lounge.
This room and the glimpse of kitchen felt utterly detached.
Swish.
Brushing past the desk, a notebook caught my eye.
Flip.
Curious, I opened it—stories and scenarios filled the pages.
Some crossed out, mid-parts scribbled over with pen doodles where he got stuck.
"Pft."
Not empty words like Nam Siu said before—he was dead serious about this.
"Hm?"
Skimming, I spotted writing on a later page.
[U Dahee: The obliging big sis.]
[What the hell character for U Dayoung?]
Seemed like mundane doodles. Matched the characters in this story closely.
But it was just a tale—did it even need characters?
Tilting my head, I saw another book on the desk.
[Scenario Book]
His own ideas jotted down? I picked up the Scenario Book.
It was a worn, hardcover notebook.
As I went to open it, footsteps approached.
"Noona, what're you doing here?"
"Huh? Oh, resting while you guys prepped~."
"We're done. Ready to shoot right away."
I set down the Scenario Book as I spoke, tapping it with a finger.
"You jot down a ton of scenario ideas here?"
"You read it?"
"Huh? No~."
"Pft, it's nothing—just rough notes from organizing."
She reached out, cupping Nam Siu's cheek, and said,
"Saw the other notebook—you're working really hard, huh?"
"Of course. Let's shoot. Dayoung's ready too."
The faint discomfort lingered, but unidentified, I left the small room.
The moment the door closed, the elusive unease vanished like a lie.
There was no scenario for entering the small room.
Still, watching U Dahee go in gave me chills.
'Even the Scenario Book has flaws......'
Dialogue, situations, characters, actions.
I could control it all, but scripting every minute of 24 hours? Impossible.
My hands would fall off first.
"......Gotta be more careful from now on......"
Careful aside, after this scenario, I'd hold off on home-based ones for a while.
If any, make sure the small room was off-limits.
"Siu~ , come wash up~."
"One sec~!"
I stashed the Scenario Book deep in the bottom drawer and headed straight to the bathroom.
Today was the scenario's climax highlight.
Swish, thump.
Stripped naked outside the bathroom, I opened the door.
Shhhh.
Steam beaded the mirror. At the sink, U Dahee bit a hair tie in her mouth, twisting her hair up with both hands.
Behind her, U Dayoung fiddled with the showerhead, adjusting the temp.
Imperfect as it was, the Scenario Book was my greatest gift.
Approaching the sink, I rolled my shoulders to loosen up and gripped U Dahee's ass firmly.
Whatever—thinking of a full day of sister service had me hard already.
"Dahee noona, Dayoung—take care of me."