Before Cram School... Just One Quick Shot
“Ah, anyway... go to bed early, got it?”
“...Y-yes, Dad...”
He seemed to have badly misunderstood something, but Dad finally turned and left.
“Hoo... huu...”
Relief washed over me, my strength draining away, but my heart was still pounding thump-thump-thump-thump at an insane speed.
“Haa... haa...”
Any second, Dad could've yanked back the blanket with a “What's this suspicious lump? What're you hiding?” and busted us. Or if my cousin had made even a tiny noise, we'd have been caught on the spot. And yet, staring down Dad's stern glare and barrage of scolding, I'd kept thrusting into the throat of my cousin sister hidden under the covers... Me, a total loner virgin, pulling off something like that? And right at the end, pinning her face tight against my crotch until I blew straight down her throat. Cumming while listening to Dad's lecture. For Lee Cheol-gyu, who'd lived crushed under invisible pressures his whole life, it brought this bizarre sense of liberation he couldn't quite grasp.
Even after Dad left, Cheol-gyu shuddered for a while, relishing that electric thrill over and over.
Of course, he couldn't bask in the afterglow forever.
“Ugh!!!”
It was because Yeon-woo, who'd been forced to take Cheol-gyu's cock deep in her throat while hiding under the blanket—barely daring to breathe for fear of Uncle hearing—pinched his lower belly and shoved him off even after Uncle was gone, still pressing down on her face.
“Ah, s-sorry!”
“Pwah! Haa! You... fucking... haaa!”
She'd endured his cock down her throat for minutes, nearly suffocating, so now she gasped like someone pulled from drowning, her diaphragm heaving wildly.
“Haa...! Haa! Haa! Guh... cough!”
And in her desperate gulps for air, a bit of the cum he'd shot into her throat trickled into her windpipe, making her hack violently.
“S-sorry, sis... Dad just came out of nowhere...”
“You... fucking psycho... guh... heuk...”
Of course, Yeon-woo's words weren't kind. He'd brutally deepthroated her—shoving straight into her gullet—for not seconds, but full minutes. If she hadn't had prior experience, she wouldn't have lasted even a fraction of that without coughing up a storm under the blanket and getting caught.
“Sorry, really... I'm really sorry...”
“Haa... haa...”
After clutching her throat and wheezing in agony for a while, Yeon-woo smack! slapped the back of Cheol-gyu's head and staggered to her feet, fuming with rage.
“Ow...”
“...You fuck... haa... you little shit, try blackmailing me again and I'll really sue your ass.”
“...Sorry...”
Cheol-gyu, with nothing to say even if he had ten mouths, groveled in apology for now. But deep down, his thoughts were different.
Thump-thump-thump...
For him, that whole scene had shattered every limit he'd ever fantasized about—a hyper-intense rush. No way was he giving up after just a smack to the head and some cursing.
Ignoring Cheol-gyu and his scheming, Yeon-woo grabbed her clothes like she couldn't stand being in the same room and stormed out.
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After slipping out of his room, I glanced toward Uncle's door to check. I'd lost control a bit once I was out from under the blanket and made some noise... just in case he'd heard.
“Haa... haa...”
And my throat still burned like it was swollen shut... my breathing ragged, so I had to catch my breath before heading to my room. That psycho Cheol-gyu's insane cock had been buried in my throat for minutes— even breathing through my nose was torture. And with him excitedly grinding my face into his crotch, blocking my air... a few more seconds and I might've actually suffocated. How the hell did I endure that agony?
Plus that cum... the sheer volume was unnatural, like he had some condition, and so thick and sticky, sliding straight down into my stomach from my throat—such a weird fucking feeling.
“Urk...”
So I rushed to the bathroom and dry-heaved, but nothing came up—just sour stomach acid dribbling out, irritating my throat more...
“Haa... haa... fucking insane, fucking psycho...”
I slumped on the toilet seat, panting forever, chugging water until my head cleared a bit. Then... the alcohol haze lifted, and reality hit—what the hell had I done? He got too rough in his excitement, sure... but at the root, I'd sucked my cousin brother's cock first... for money. Terror of his blackmail, plus the booze making me impulsively bargain... but in the end, it was just stupid. Did I have some self-destructive instinct?
“I'm crazy... Ah! Why the hell did I do that...?”
Like getting drunk, doing something dumb, and regretting it the next day—I sat there cradling my head in the bathroom, but it was spilled milk, pure despair.
“...Fuck, oh fuck...”
After beating myself up in there forever, I finally went back to my room.
“...I'm back.”
“Back?”
“...”
He wouldn't know what I'd been through, so it made sense, but my brother just kept staring at his book, not even glancing up.
Normally, I'd admire his study focus, but that night... it just pissed me off.
“Hey. Your sister's back... won't you even look?”
“Huh? Why? Something up?”
Only then did Jin-woo glance over. I snapped bitchily out of spite.
“Forget it. Just study.”
“...?”
Regretting my pointless irritation, I climbed to my usual spot on the top bunk and lay down like always.
...The ceiling felt oppressively low that day, compared to the high one in our old house.
“...”
Staring at that low ceiling, I slowly sorted my thoughts.
First off—I need to make money fast. So I can get the hell out of here independently. Running into Cheol-gyu constantly here was nothing but bad news... time to find a place and move out.
And... the OP gig needs wrapping up too. My original plan was to work there through summer break, save up, land an early stewardess job for the second semester, then go active on Insta selling my looks and body to become an influencer.
But... ...what if someone other than Cheol-gyu recognizes my face?
I'd worried before, but Seoul's huge—no acquaintances had shown up yet, and my Insta followers weren't enough for anyone to clock me. Still, after this... it scared me.
Time to quit for sure.
lost in those thoughts, trying to escape... but the events in Cheol-gyu's room kept creeping back, no matter how I shoved them away.
Letting that monkey Cheol-gyu have me...
Embarrassing as it is, up till now, the guys around me fawned over me, treating me like a delicate flower. For women—especially young ones—looks are an absolute weapon. That's why “women win with beauty, men with ability” isn't just talk.
But... a short, ugly, total nerd loser—my own cousin brother—fucking my throat like that? I'd never even imagined it, so the shock hit extra hard.
I still remember. Him wildly aroused, pounding my throat like it was a pussy. The terror of nearly puking, suffocating, my slender neck snapping—the physical agony... so excruciating I wanted to shove him off, but terrified of Uncle hearing, I just took it all, one-sided humiliation... Like how I couldn't pull away from his cock, those memories kept defiling my mind.
Plus the lingering booze buzz and the languid rebound from all that tension.
“...”
Then, shaking off the hazy fog, I realized—my hand was down at my crotch...
What...? Why?
And it felt all sticky down there. Weird.
“...”
I peeked down at Jin-woo studying intently below, then stealthily pulled my black panties midway down my thighs.
“...Ah?”
I couldn't comprehend it... my panties were soaked, like I'd pissed myself. And from my crotch, sticky strings stretched out as I pulled them down...
I touched the goo, sniffed—no piss, thank god.
No way... from thinking about what Cheol-gyu did...?
Excited enough to get dizzy...?
No. No way... impossible.
It was my body, but I couldn't accept it... that I'd cum from having my throat-pussy raped by Cheol-gyu of all people.
So I yanked my panties back up, slipped quietly out of bed to the bathroom, stripped them off, and scrubbed my crotch raw.
To shake off the absurd thought that I'd climaxed from him throat-fucking me.
“No... no fucking way. Yeah... it was just my body reacting weird from near-suffocation.”
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“Breakfast is served!”
As usual, the housekeeper's call kicked off morning meal, but the two at the table looked a bit off.
Cheol-gyu, usually mopey, seemed weirdly upbeat. Yeon-woo, who'd always played the perfect good niece, looked distracted, unfocused.
“...”
Family head Yong-gu paused mid-bite, puzzled by them, but said nothing.
...Yeon-woo looks tired... but why's Cheol-gyu so perky after I caught him doing something embarrassing last night?
As Yong-gu thought, Cheol-gyu at the table was buzzing.
After “that incident,” wild fantasies and urges had kept him tossing all night, but his mind was sharper than ever. Body exhausted from endorphin overload, but spirit wide awake.
Unlike his old timid self, after eating, he boldly called out to Yeon-woo.
“Sis. Come to my room a sec.”
“...What?”
“We had a deal yesterday. Hand it over.”
“...”
Compared to yesterday morning's hesitant begging, it was night and day.
And Yeon-woo... far from her usual haughty vibe, followed him anxiously into the room.
“Wh-what is it...?”
Unsure if it was unease or fear, she asked meekly.
Cheol-gyu savored her attitude, then confidently handed the pretty cousin the envelope.
“Like I said yesterday.”
“...”
“Pay for throat-fucking you. 900,000 won.”
“Ah...”
“What? Take it.”
“...”
As expected, feeling the flipped power dynamic in her bones, Yeon-woo hesitated but reached for the envelope.
...Last night's nightmare—sucking his cock for cash from Cheol-gyu— was etched in history now. Shame trembled her jaw at taking his money, but she couldn't refuse.
“But...”
“...Huh?”
She gripped the envelope in humiliation, but he didn't let go.
“Sis... how about once more right now?”
“...What?”
“I'll pay extra. Yeah? Before I head to cram school... just one quick shot.”