Didn't Know She Was Not Just an OP Whore, But a Pussy Rag Jerking Off Over Her Little Brother? Huh?
Ever since that day, my body's felt off. After Cheol-gyu caught me, it started getting more sensitive bit by bit, and then yesterday—after three straight hours of getting gangbanged like a ragdoll without a break—my sex drive just... exploded. No, it's more like overflowing.
Even sitting still, my lower half trembles constantly. Just walking makes pussy juice leak out little by little, soaking my panties after an hour... Suddenly addicted to Sextwitter, I dive in and get weirdly turned on reading all the sexual harassment comments and insults people leave on my posts. Then I masturbate to filthy fantasies from the top bunk while my little brother sleeps below... And I even post proof on Twitter, getting flooded with more abuse that makes me hornier still.
At the gyno getting my STD check, I'm hypersensitive for no reason—just a routine exam, but my mind goes straight to depraved thoughts, and I squirt a massive load right in front of the doctor...
Fuck... why am I like this?
I was never low-libido, but it wasn't this abnormal... Something triggered a switch in my brain, and it's terrifying. Like I can't control my own body anymore... Dizzying, to say the least.
But I still have to act normal on the outside. Especially prim and proper, like right now on a blind date.
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A setup by my uncle at an Xra Hotel cafe—our first meeting. He's already here a bit early, standing up with a quick bow.
"Ah, hello... You're Dr. Yong-gu Lee's niece, right?"
"Ah, yes. Hello~ Oh no, am I too late?"
"No, no. Not at all."
The guy my uncle set me up with. Name's Beom-geun Kang, a doctor. First impression? Textbook average resident. Average height, average looks. Nothing standout except his job—he's just your standard guy.
And his reaction to me is standard too, same as any dude.
"I-I was like, a blind date? I'm swamped... but man, if I'd skipped today, I'd regret it forever. Ha, haha... You're stunning."
"Oh? Really? You're too flattering."
"N-no flattery! I'm serious..."
Like any average guy, his eyes start on my face, melting into mush. Then down to my figure—especially my tits first—grinning like an idiot. Under the table, his legs are probably shaking, dick rock-hard. Ninety-nine out of a hundred guys react that way.
Guys with lots of experience can hide it better, but the less they have, the worse they lose it. This one? Blushing bright red with zero shame, handshake all sweaty from nerves... Zero dating experience, obvious as hell. A few words, and I had his number.
Did this guy seriously just live for books?
Surprisingly common in high-education fields like medicine. Introverted, diligent types who grind through med school's insane workload for six years straight, no girls. High-status, high-income jobs, but zero tolerance for women—total nerds. And his plain looks? Proves my theory.
Being a doctor pulls women anyway; if he were hot too, even a shy guy would get chased out of singledom. So—
Exactly my type.
The ideal man I was hoping for right now. Not for some passionate, mutual love—no way. But in my stormy sea of a life, I need an anchor boyfriend. Not convinced yet, so I tested more.
I leaned forward casually for my coffee, flashing a peek of cleavage. Bingo—total nerd. Face beet-red, sneaking glances at my tits, then jumping when our eyes met. Confirmed: rare specimen, doctor with minimal girl data. I smiled inwardly.
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The blind date started casual, but soon I shifted to business mode.
"Uncle praised you so much, Beom-geun. Said you're skilled and hardworking."
I flashed a relaxed smile, contrasting his awkwardness—warm, nurturing tone. Wrangling guys like him? Been doing it for over ten years.
Top-tier job like doctor, but low girl experience? Insecure as hell. Their ideal? A "kind, caring" woman. Want that? Slap on the mask—easy.
Bonus: pretty face, killer body, niece of a hotshot Gangnam hospital director? Clean background, no gold-digger fears.
"Dermatology must keep you slammed."
"Ah... kinda, but derm's chill compared to cardio or trauma. Y-You're a cram school instructor...?"
"Just till break ends—early job hunt for fall semester."
"Early job?"
"Didn't know? I'm in aviation services. Aiming for flight attendant."
"Whoa, flight attendant? Total dream girl... I-I mean, no..."
I covered my mouth primly, giggling like the world's purest girl.
"It's fine~ I hear that a lot. Guys love the uniform fantasy, right? Some kinda romance?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Hehe... Do you have that fantasy too, Beom-geun?"
"M-me?"
No words needed—his face screamed it, red as a persimmon. Probably fantasizing about dating me and pounding me in a stewardess uniform. Act innocent. Tease sex fantasies subtly. Success rate: 100%.
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Piece of cake, obviously. After the cafe, he was putty. Dermatology resident Beom-geun Kang? Cooked soft like pressure-cooked meat, face lobster-red.
"S-so, can I call next time?"
"Hmm~ Maybe?"
"Y-yes?"
"Hehe, kidding~"
"Ah... th-thank you..."
Scheduled afters, swapped schedules.
"Wow, you're busy."
"Yeah? Till 1 a.m. most nights... mornings only."
"Cram school sounds intense."
...What if he learned 1 a.m. meant OP? Taking two guys per session, four in three hours—a total slut? He sees me as pure now... What happens when the illusion shatters?
Thinking that sent shivers to my pussy, body aching. But play the innocent cram school girl dreaming of stewardess life.
"Re-taker cram school life... Mornings no good for you either?"
"Yeah. Pre-private practice, still a wage slave. Weekends work—Sunday perfect."
Busy schedules: twice a week, weekends—really just Sunday. Confirmed, parted.
"N-next time, somewhere nice!"
Hm. That enthusiasm? Plain looks, but kinda cute. Date set, dumped the moody vibes. Found my emergency exit.
Cash-strapped now, kinky tastes keep me in OP, but can't forever. Risk of getting caught... Need an out. Saving salary? When?
Looks meh, but dad business owner, him a derm doc—top earner. Sex? Wild beasts on side. Hook him five years... Divorce? Fat settlement. Sweet, naive nerd—easy control.
Not marrying him for sure. Just an option.
"Hmm~"
Whistling home.
"I'm back~"
Sunday afternoon home. Good mood makes the living room cozy. Uncle—matchmaker—greets from his paper.
"Oh, Yeon-woo? How was it? Beom-geun's a good kid, right?"
Looks... photo was flattering. Average, but no point saying.
"Yeah! Personality's super sweet."
"Right? Golden boy. Haha. Afters? He ask?"
"Haha... Busy, so next Sunday."
"Good. Hospital grind. Spacing dates builds tension..."
Boring lecture incoming, but Mongi (3-year-old Samoyed male) bounds over, panting happily.
"Oh! Mongi~ Miss sis? Aww?"
"Woof! Woof!"
Cute! Cuts uncle's nagging. Ruffle his fur, nod to uncle, shower time.
"Whew, exhausting~"
Strip to undies, mirror-gaze. Golden-ratio body—my ticket to gold.
"Hmm~"
Future blueprint forming. Grind OP hard this month, quit. Date new BF (he's a yes if I say). Fall: early stewardess job. Insta followers booming—add modeling. Fitting today; level up more.
Active stewardess? Killer Insta concept: "ex-flight attendant model." Package legit high-class. Network elite guys... Stock the pond, pick best in 1-2 years. Beom-geun? Safety net.
Perfect long-term: Erase OP traces, live rich. Bored? Divorce payout. Financial freedom + celeb shot.
First button key... Beom-geun's gullible—easy mark. Great job, naive, busy—won't notice pond-managing. Smooth sailing ahead?
"Ahh... Ah... Ahhng..."
Too good—shower wank even.
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"Sis. Come here a sec."
"Ugh... what now?"
"Just a sec."
My mood-killer. Minus that monkey-faced fuck Cheol-gyu.
Fresh post-shower, clean clothes—face that slimy mug again. Mood tanks. Obvious: suck his dick again.
Follow to room. Sure enough:
"Sis. Pay you for sex."
No learning curve? Rejected every time, still asks?
I glare pitifully: "Fuck off. Told you no—"
Can't finish.
"This you, right?"
"..."
His phone... Familiar background. Woman masturbating on top bunk.
"Th-this... why...?"
"Heh. Didn't know? My handle's @MONKEY04?"
"Uh..."
Words fail, throat dry-spins. I freeze in shock with a gasp; he cackles, showing my ugliest post.
"Puhaha! No way... Didn't know sis was an OP whore and a pussy rag jerking off over her little bro? Huh?"