Aiming Straight for the Dolphin Pants
Friday night in some neighborhood in Anyang.
True to its reputation as a residential city, a simple turn of the head revealed towering apartment complexes rising high into the sky. But the place where we stood now felt different. Walking as far as the elementary school entrance, I could tell just how dark it really was around here.
It was only nine o’clock, yet virtually every streetlight was out, and not a single person seemed to be passing by. Maybe everyone had gone out because tomorrow was Saturday. Well… thanks to that.
I squeezed.
“Mmmngh…”
On a dark, empty residential street, I freely kneaded Chu Yeonju’s breasts as we walked side by side. Yeonju didn’t resist at all, even when I groped her chest to my heart’s content. She was like a golden retriever asking what game we were going to play next. Like a noona who found everything I did adorable. Like a woman who simply wanted to feel more of my hands on her.
Looking at her face, I saw nothing but affection filling her eyes as she gazed at me.
…Maybe that’s what this is.
She likes me, but she can’t actually date me. So she rationalizes it by treating me like an extremely close little brother. If that’s the case…
I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and gently lifted her bra.
“Ah…”
There was real weight to them. With a soft thump, the breasts that had been trapped in the bra’s frame dropped free. And thanks to that…
I squeezed hard.
“Mmmmmngh…”
One hand was more than full—overflowing, even—and I could knead her freely to my heart’s content. Every so often I flicked a fingertip against her nipple.
“Haaah…”
Yeonju rested her head against my shoulder and muffled the sound. No matter how empty the street, no matter how dark, no matter how quiet the place… just like the time I’d had outdoor sex with Park Eunseo, there was always the chance someone might appear out of nowhere.
But this felt completely different from Eunseo. With her it had been about training, about imprinting a whole new kind of pleasure. Right now…
“…Yeonju.”
“Yes?”
“When it’s just the two of us, can I call you noona?”
“…….”
Just like Seon Yeonwoo was trying to do with me, I cast myself as the little brother who wanted to tease his noona, testing Yeonju’s patience.
“…Mm, okay.”
“Then you should speak casually too, noona.”
“Still, that would be…”
“You’re my noona, right?”
“Fiiine…”
Just like that, by lightly framing us as noona and little brother, I made the atmosphere a little more intimate.
“…Jichan?”
“Yes.”
“Hehe…”
Even while I was groping her breasts, Yeonju looked at me and smiled happily—maybe because she felt like she’d finally gotten the little brother she’d always wanted.
Then I pinched.
“Hngh…!”
I lightly pinched her nipple between my index and middle fingers, and Yeonju’s tall frame crumpled toward me.
“…….”
“…….”
Because of that, I caught the scent of Yeonju right after her shower—and realized it was the exact same body wash I’d used earlier. But why? We’d clearly showered with the same product, so why did the smell coming off Yeonju feel so strangely different? A little sweeter. A little more alluring. Something distinctly feminine.
Wanting to breathe that scent in even deeper, I buried my nose against the nape of her neck right there on the roadside, where the trees rather than the streetlights screened us from view. No one was around anyway.
“Snnnfff…”
“J-Jichan-ah…”
Of course, one hand kept gently kneading her breast while the other massaged her ass.
Yeonju asked,
“…What do I smell like?”
“I just like the way you smell, noona.”
“Mmm…”
She gave an embarrassed little smile at the simple compliment that she smelled good. I pressed a quick kiss to that face, then checked our surroundings again. The neighborhood was still quiet. Just a short walk away were lively apartment complexes, but here there was no foot traffic at all—not a single sign of anyone.
In that case, right here…
I slid my hand into her dolphin shorts.
“H-haaah…”
Just as expected, Yeonju wasn’t wearing any panties today either.
“No panties again today? You said you wouldn’t go outside without them.”
“Th-that’s… mmm…”
And then she said exactly what I’d been hoping to hear.
“…I got so excited when you said we should go for a walk…”
“…….”
How could anything sound better than that? This beautiful “noona” had rushed out the door the moment her little brother suggested a quick walk. And the fact that I felt like teasing a noona like her just proved what a rotten little brother I was. But Yeonju would look at even a brother like that with nothing but love.
Which was why, up until now—rushing out for a walk without even putting on panties, letting me fondle her breasts on the street, letting me lift her bra and knead her bare chest, even letting me slip my hand inside her dolphin shorts and play with her pussy…
“Mmmmmngh, haah…”
…she just breathed heavily and looked at me with those loving eyes.
Seeing her like that, there was no way I could stay calm either. My cock had already been rock-hard for a while. I checked the surroundings once more, then—claiming I knew the neighborhood after living here a few years—moved us to a spot where no one would possibly appear at this hour. It wasn’t far.
I pulled my hand out of her dolphin shorts and, with fingers still slick with her juices, tugged her bra back down into place. After about a minute of walking…
I dropped my pants right in front of her and freed the cock that had been throbbing the whole time.
“…Jichan?”
“Noona, will you use your mouth?”
“H-here?”
Even for her beloved little brother, the shock was unavoidable. Yeonju whipped her head around, scanning for people, but…
There was no one.
So she carefully lowered herself to her knees on the pavement, making sure not to scrape her bare skin. She brushed the hair that had fallen forward behind her ear, then…
“…Haup.”
She took my cock into the smiling mouth that looked so freely happy as she gazed up at me.
“Chup, tsup… haup, hwooohm… jjuup, chup, haup… tsup, tsup, jjuup…”
The atmosphere was completely different from when Park Eunseo had done this. Back then we’d been in a semi-busy area where people were actually walking around just a few meters away. This was a genuine empty residential corner with no one in sight.
Yeonju sucked my cock more eagerly than Eunseo had outdoors. She took me deep and gently licked the head with her tongue. She pressed her face against the base and licked there while her hand softly stroked the tip. Sometimes she moved her head back and forth with real enthusiasm, stimulating me with her mouth full.
Far off, a streetlight at a comfortable distance cast its weak glow over us, and that low light brought out Yeonju’s unique atmosphere in full. That alluring quality. In bright light she just looked purely pretty—beautiful—but when the lighting dropped, Yeonju revealed a subtle, reverse-charm sensuality.
Even now.
“Chup, jjuup… haaup, haup, tsup… hwoo… Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it feels amazing.”
“Haa… haup, tsup, jjuup, tsup… haup, hwooop, haup…”
She wasn’t sucking frantically. She smiled up at me like she was savoring the situation itself, carefully checking on my “condition.” That pretty face. That insane body. That ridiculously sexy outfit.
“Hooo…”
“Tsup, haaup… tsup, jjuup, chuuup… hwoop, haum…”
I gently stroked the head of the woman sucking my cock in that state, constantly glancing around to make sure no one was coming. Once I confirmed we were alone…
“Noona.”
“Mmmph?”
“…Are you wet?”
“…….”
At the slightly mischievous question, Yeonju stiffened with my cock still in her mouth. But then, looking embarrassed, she nodded without answering out loud.
By the time we got home, the inside of her dolphin shorts would probably be soaked sticky with her juices… no. Not her juices. Something else would make them sticky. Because of me.
“…Chup, jjuup, haup… hwoop, haup, haaaum… chup, jjuup…!”
When I stopped talking, Yeonju went back to sucking, urging me toward release. Not like An Jihye, who would try to finish the situation as fast as possible. No—I could feel that she was sucking my cock with the pure attitude of a true noona working hard to make her adorable little brother feel good.
Those eyes. That expression. Those movements.
Thanks to Yeonju…
“Hoo… Noona, can you stand up for a second?”
“Mmmph?”
When the urge to cum started rising, I stopped her and had her get to her feet. The whole time I kept stroking my cock—still wet with her saliva—with one hand so the edge wouldn’t fade. But my other hand…
I yanked.
“Euk…!”
I grabbed her dolphin shorts and yanked them down hard. Her wide hips offered strong resistance, so the shorts ended up caught halfway down her ass. Just as I’d expected. It was too dark to see clearly, but in the faint light I could make out a thin, glistening strand of her juices stretching… then snapping.
And that was so fucking hot it almost killed me.
I stepped forward, lightly gripped her waist, aimed straight at the inside of her dolphin shorts…
And came hard—spurting, pulsing, shooting again and again.
“Y-yaaah…!”
“Hoo…”
I watched with satisfaction as every drop of cum fell thickly into the inside of Yeonju’s dolphin shorts. When I finally lifted my head, she was staring at me with a face that clearly said what the hell are you doing—but it wasn’t anger so much as pure lack of understanding about the situation itself. Genuine curiosity. An expression trying to figure out what this action even meant. I had no intention of explaining.
I simply pulled the dolphin shorts back up and dressed her.
“Haah!”
The sticky cum inside made contact, and Yeonju rubbed her thighs together at the strange sensation. I casually tucked my still-wet, saliva-slick cock back into my pants, then grinned at her. Yeonju laughed in disbelief and lightly smacked my shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing? This makes it hard to walk…”
It was a scolding, but really it was closer to a pout.
“Noona, let’s go home.”
“Ugh…”
I took her hand. When I said it was time to head back, Yeonju walked like she was drunk from the thick, clinging feel of cum against her pussy. We walked a little ways together… then I glanced sideways and saw cum that had leaked from inside the dolphin shorts trailing down her pure white thigh.
“…….”
…Fuck.
Even though I’d done it myself, the sight was so insanely lewd that I grabbed her wrist without thinking and started walking home at an unreasonable speed. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Jichan-ah, slo… slowly…!”
But Yeonju kept following me with that weird sensation inside her pants, and we made it back inside the house. The moment the two of us stepped through the door—
I slammed the front door shut, kicked off my shoes roughly, and pulled Yeonju straight into the bathroom with me.