Chapter 43: Letting My Cousin Finger My Pussy for Cash
“Sis... Sis?”
His voice calls from the edge of consciousness, faint and distant, like an echo.
“...Don’t wake me...”
The darkness of my mind fades into a hazy glow, like morning mist. It sharpens bit by bit, along with my little brother’s voice growing clearer.
“Sis. Get up. It’s morning.”
“Nngh... I feel like I’m dying... Haa...”
“Still, eat breakfast before you crash again. Uncle’s calling.”
“...Haa...”
Saturday morning. The family breakfast we must attend, no exceptions. Remembering that clears the fog just a little.
Sure, I stayed up way too late and my head feels like it’s splitting, but... I’m freeloading here. Gotta get up.
So I prop up my upper body without opening my eyes... and then...
“...”
Sudden silence from my brother. No words, just his presence.
“...?”
People have instincts. When logic lags, the subconscious skips it and screams, ‘You’re fucked.’
I feel something’s wrong, but can’t pinpoint why...
“Ah...”
Something feels missing. I don’t remember why, but I fell asleep with my T-shirt off too... My upper body’s completely bare right now.
But whatever. It’s my own brother. No big deal if he sees me naked for a second.
“Get out first. I’ll change and come out.”
“Uh. Yeah...”
My eyelids still won’t budge—they feel puffy—so I can’t see his face. My brain’s not firing right anyway, so I just wave him out lazily and flop back down.
“Ah... I’m dying...”
I didn’t even drink, but my body’s wrecked. Why am I so exhausted...?
Just woke up, and my brain cells haven’t clocked in yet.
I’m up, but no clue why I’m in this state or why I’m naked. I zone out with eyes closed for a bit, and the neurons start reconnecting...
“...Ah.”
It hits me.
Battery at 1%, but I was crazed till dawn, posting wild shit on Sextwitter, live-streaming my masturbation show.
‘Fuck, what was I thinking?’
Regret crashes in late, but it’s too late.
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I smack my head alone in regret, but those videos are already up on Sextwitter...
I rush back in and delete them frantically, but anyone who wanted a download already got it.
Ha. Crazy bitch. Why’d I do that? No booze, but I acted drunk...
What now? If it spreads and doxxes me? Nah... no face in it. Should be fine.
Heart pounding in terror for that short burst. My head’s messed up.
Getting that excited over this shit. Like I was possessed.
Is this my true nature? Liking cheap, filthy stuff?
“Sis. Hurry up.”
But no time for deep thoughts—brother’s nagging. Gotta eat, so I grab whatever clothes are handy and head to the living room.
Everyone’s at the table. Jin-woo looks spaced out, Uncle smiles warmly at me like always, Cheol-gyu... I don’t even glance.
“Yeon-woo, you got home late last night?”
“Ah, yeah Uncle. Met some friends...”
“Hm. Good to see friends, but you’re a grown woman coming home alone late—it’s dangerous.”
His gaze lingers a tad longer on my cleavage than usual, but... it’s Uncle. No biggie.
I play the demure, sweet niece as always.
“Sorryyy... But I asked Jin-woo to pick me up.”
“Oh? Good thing Jin-woo’s reliable.”
“Yeahhh...”
Jin-woo’s always quiet, but extra today. Avoiding my eyes. Weird?
Brain’s still foggy, so I mechanically shovel food.
Makes sense—less than three hours sleep, head’s a mess.
“Ah, Yeon-woo.”
“Yes, Uncle?”
“That resident I mentioned for the blind date.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah...”
“Can we set it for Sunday this week? Tomorrow’s sudden, I know.”
Ah, the doctor Uncle wanted to set me up with. Tomorrow’s Sunday.
Checking my schedule mentally: just the fitting model gig via Insta in the afternoon. No big conflicts.
“It’s sudden, but he’s busy—said tomorrow’s his only free slot. Just lunch.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Sorry for the rush, but for Uncle’s sake, meet him if you’re free. Not pushing—he’s a real gem, trust me.”
Uncle insists, so... blind date’s fine. Fitting gig’s after 3 PM anyway.
“Okay, I’ll go.”
“Smart girl. His family’s solid too. Told you—successful mid-size company owners.”
“Yeah, you sent pics. He’s a hunk.”
“Right? Great personality too—everyone raves. Don’t miss out. Not forcing anything—just meet casually and decide.”
“No, conditions are perfect, looks good—I’m grateful.”
Light chat after, breakfast ends. Still exhausted, I head back to crash.
Today’s just gyno for STD check at lunch, nothing else. Sleep till then...
“Sis?”
“...What?”
“Wait a sec.”
“...”
Ha. Monkey again... Cheol-gyu calls me to his room. As usual.
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“...Make it quick.”
Morning routine: suck Cheol-gyu’s dick for cash. Been doing it days now—routine.
Still scared of getting caught, but... hate to admit, the thrill makes my heart race a bit?
Plus, after terrorizing him at the academy yesterday, for the money... few minutes for 200,000 won? Eyes closed, get it over with.
Ah, not like sucking his dick feels good. Never. No enjoyment at all.
Just... manageable now.
So I sigh, ready to kneel like always, but he says something unexpected.
“No sucking today.”
“Huh? For real?”
“Yeah... jerked off too much yesterday, won’t get hard...”
“Dumbass.”
“What? Kinda hoping? Bummed no cash?”
“Fuck off, idiot. Then why call me?”
“Just... sell me your panties.”
“Ugh... you real perv... gonna jerk off with my panties, huh?”
“You know and still ask?”
Whatever, if he handles it himself with panties, no sucking? Better.
He buys them often, so I casually drop my dolphin pants and slip off the panties...
Wait... these panties... from yesterday’s OP, haven’t changed. Still filthy.
Creampied by 14 guys, put them back on, masturbated till dawn soaking them in juices and cum, too tired to change...
‘Eugh...!’
I freeze mid-pull at his feet.
“What?”
“...Th-they’re too dirty... another pair?”
“Nah. Worn ones matter.”
“They’re kinda...”
“Ha... 150,000 won.”
“...”
I haggle up 50k, but hesitate at the mess... He snatches them from my hand impatiently.
“Hey...!”
“Shh! Dad and Jin-woo outside.”
“...!”
Then right in front of me, he spreads the pink panties wide...
“Whoa... what the fuck, Sis?”
“...Fuck off.”
Even I’m embarrassed speechless.
The pink liner’s crusted white with cum and juices—disgustingly filthy. Gangbanged till dawn, 14 loads deep in my pussy folds, no proper wash. Still leaking down my thighs.
His eyes drop to my crotch. I yank up the pants quick, hand out.
Just want the cash and sleep...
“...Gimme the money.”
“For real... how many guys yesterday? Huh? Totally fucked out.”
Monkey grins, teasing.
Ha...
“Wanna die?”
Pretend tough, but he’s got the power. No more bluffing threats.
“What? Threaten to snitch again? Whatever, here’s the cash.”
“...”
Who knows how much he has—he pulls a fat wad from his drawer, waves it, peels off three crisp Sin Sa-imdangs, shoves in my hand.
I grab it, swallowing humiliation, but he holds on, pulls me close... slips hand between dolphin pants, into my crotch.
“...Hey, what? I gave you the panties... Eut!”
“Thought about it—150k for one pair’s too much. Lemme touch a bit.”
“...Fuck.”
I curse, but he ignores, brazenly groping my pussy.
‘Ha, this fucker...’
No point protesting—it won’t faze him. Let it be, but suddenly his finger plunges inside.
“Heut...!?”
“Feels good? Cousin fingering your pussy. Huh?”
“...Wh-who said it does?”
“Your body says so.”
“Fuck... don’t get cocky?”
“Tch tch. Acting tough when you take cash for me fingering you?”
“...”
Ha. Why’s this fucker extra cocky today? Got something up his sleeve?
I’m pissed, but he keeps wiggling that finger deep inside...
“Heuht...”
Against my will, my body heats up, legs trembling...
This dumb body cums from any touch...!
Paid by cousin to finger me—humiliating, but that humiliation feeds my masochism, no resistance...
He senses it, speeds up, teasing yesterday-sensitized folds inside.
“Heuuk... Ah...”
“Legs giving out? Bend over the bed then.”
“...Uk... N-no.”
“Then stand.”
“...”
Stubborn a sec, but strength fails—I lean on his shoulder...
“Heup... Up...”
Clamp my mouth to muffle moans outside.
“Kukukuku... You’re feeling it hard.”
“Sh-shut up...”
“You’re louder, Sis? Huh?”
“...”
Ha. What now? Let him toy with me without fighting back?
Luckily, he tires of fingering right before I cum, pulls out.
Of course...
“Whoa fuck... what’s this?”
“...D-don’t know...”
His fingers coated in remnants of yesterday’s guys’ cum, plus fresh hot juices—filthy, lewd slime.