Chapter 58: ID Dermatologist: So Juicy, Soft, and Delicious Pussy. 4.5 Stars

I'm losing my fucking mind. So ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠damn horny I feel like my heart's gonna give out from the excitement. It's not just about groping her tits anymore.

A week ago, I'd already paid my sis to suck my dick and fondled those tits to my heart's content. Sure, the first time I touched them, that alone had me going nuts as a total tit-obsessed perv.

But right now, what’s got me insanely hard is the situation.

"Sis... your shoulders are so tense."

"Ugh... yeah."

Wanna know what the situation is? My dutiful cousin Jin-woo Lee—total wallflower—can't even handle small talk anymore, so he's got noise-canceling headphones on, glued to his desk, buried in his studies. Gonna study his ass off like our dad and become hospital director for sure. While he's hell-bent on lifting his bankrupt family out of the gutter...

I'm sitting on the lower bunk of the same bed as his blood sister, Yeon-woo Lee, just one meter from where Jin-woo's studying... giving her an "excuse" massage that's straight-up blatant groping.

Knowing Jin-woo could catch us any second... my right hand's planted right on Yeon-woo sis's massive tit, kneading away.

Yeah. Something I could only fantasize about a week ago. Groping a woman's soft tits out in the open. Right behind her own little brother's back.

Squeeze—squeeze.

In this situation where Jin-woo could hear us any moment, I'm grabbing a handful of tit that overflows my palm, mauling it.

Even through her clothes, sis's huge jugs feel amazing. That buttery softness... fat and muscle perfectly mixed for a plush yet springy, jiggly bounce. It's so good I'm going insane. My hand feels like it's melting.

But I'm not being gentle or considerate. For my pleasure alone, I'm clawing at her cow-udders like a madman—literally squeezing the front of her tits like she's a dairy cow. On purpose.

"Hngh...!"

And... a moan slips from Yeon-woo sis's lips, one she couldn't hold back. Pain or pleasure, who knows? She clamps both hands over her mouth. Her face is flushed red, jaw trembling...

Humiliating, right? You, who used to scorn me as a monkey-faced loser... getting treated like a tit-cow right behind your little bro, having your udders milked. Moaning but blocking your own mouth so he doesn't hear. Can't take it, huh? Yeah?

It was electric. My dick tip was tingling like crazy. The thrill of doing this shit right behind Jin-woo, where we could get busted any second, was unbearable on its own... but even more...

Her behavior—taking this abuse but not ratting me out to her brother... blocking her own mouth, glancing nervously. Proof she's totally submitted to me. Proof she's obeying me. That one action turns me on more than anything.

Dopamine flooding me, I get bolder. Now I'm sitting behind sis, pulling her soft body into my lap, nibbling her earlobe while groping her trembling body everywhere.

"Haa... haa... sis, you're turning me on so bad..."

Jin-woo's got noise-canceling on, so he can't hear, right? Still, whispering in her ear like this sends chills down my spine from my scalp to my tailbone, electricity ripping through me.

"S-stop... J-Jin-woo's right there..."

"So what if he sees? He'll find out his sis is a cumrag whore who makes pornstars look tame."

"...!"

Yeah. I'm trash. Blackmailing and humiliating sis like this gives me unbearable pleasure. But things have gone too far—no brakes now.

Getting bolder by the second. My left hand—once on her shoulder—now clamps onto her left tit. My right hand slides lower... undoing the buttons on her blouse, already strained by those massive tits.

"D-don't..."

Of course she's panicking, pale as a ghost, grabbing my wrist. But a weak bitch like her gonna stop me? She knows if we wrestle and Jin-woo notices, she's the one who loses big. So she can't fight back hard.

Ignoring her resistance, I pop two buttons and nibble her flushed earlobe, whispering.

"Stay still. You don't want him catching us, do you...?"

"...Just stop... l-let's go to your room... I'll drain you there. I-I want it too..."

What? Begging like that. No pride left. But... it just makes me want it more.

So I shove my hand through the open gap, grab her big bra that matches those huge tits, and yank it down.

"Hng...!"

Her panicked voice. But what can she do? Nothing.

Plus, she's wearing a strapless bra. Barely more than a nipple cover, not really supporting those tits. So yanking the cups down? It just slips right off, no straps to hold it.

"...Haa, haa."

"D-don't... do it..."

She hunches over in panic, but I'm pressed against her back, hunching with her, relentlessly and shamelessly rolling her exposed nipple like a pea.

"Hngh...!"

Again, she can't hold back, covering her own mouth. And... her nipple stiffens fast under my forced touch.

"Haa... haa... sis, you're excited too? Nipple's rock hard."

Saying this shit... right behind Jin-woo. I'm going crazy, but the situation's too arousing—can't keep my head straight. Just a little... a little more...

Eyes locked on Jin-woo's head, both hands toying with her tits, bra shoved down to her waist.

"Hngh... hngh..."

Sis—getting her tits mauled—is now panting hard, hands clamped desperately over her mouth to stifle any sound.

And Jin-woo, studying stock-still through it all. I glare at his unmoving head, sliding one hand lower to stroke her slightly protruding lower belly... no, Venus mound.

The womb for making babies—that's a woman's purpose. Even on a slim body like hers, there's that perfect layer of fat to protect it. That downy flesh and smooth skin filling my hand felt so good.

Why touch her lower belly? It's the perfect pivot—up or down. Left hand tweaks her protruding nipple through her clothes... enjoying her quivering in my arms. Right hand dives under her short skirt.

"...Mmph!"

Even for me, shoving into her skirt with her bro right there felt extreme. But horny as fuck, I overpower her desperate grip on my wrist, hiking up that tight H-line skirt.

"D-don't..."

Ah. That's why she's fighting so hard. I stole her panties... she's still going commando. But her lower belly, pussy area, upper thighs... beyond the few lines I left, it's packed with dense scribbles blackening her white canvas.

I blank out for a second staring...

"Uh..."

Whoosh.

I bolt away from sis.

"Ahem. Ahemmm."

"...!"

Jin-woo's head—which had been frozen like a statue for minutes—suddenly moves.

I fly back from sis at top speed. She goes white as a sheet, yanking her skirt down from her thighs in a frenzy.

"Yaaawn...!"

...Phew... fuck, thought I was dead. Scared the shit outta me...!

Luckily, Jin-woo doesn't turn around—just stretching from stiffness. But my heart dropped once already; I'm still catching my breath from the scare.

"...Haa... haa."

Sis? Cousin sis is straight-up ghostly pale.

No good. I'm already dying of horniness anyway.

"...Sis. Come with me."

"...Huh?"

"...Can't hold back. My room."

"..."

She's still dazed from the shock, so I grab her wrist and drag her to my room. At first, there's a bit of resistance, but she gives up quick, standing and following as I pull.

Probably figures resisting's pointless. Thinks getting caught by Jin-woo from fighting me would be worse. Even if she hates a guy like me... getting sex-slaved by me beats her bro finding out.

That fact makes me even harder, cock throbbing stiff as I open the door and head into the hall. Sis follows, skirt hem pulled down, no real fight, just shuffling meekly.

Creeak—thud.

Door shuts quiet after we slip out. Felt like Jin-woo turned at the last second... nah, imagination.

"Haa... haa... fuck, thought I'd die from how horny I was."

"..."

"You were horny too, right? Sis? Me groping you while Jin-woo's studying."

"N-no..."

"Bullshit. Your nipples are still fucking hard."

"...Ah."

No lie—bra yanked down, her thin blouse shows those perky nipples clear as day.

No holding back now. I brush off her hand still clutching her skirt hem—afraid Jin-woo might hear—and flip the short skirt up to her waist.

"...Whoa, fuck."

"...D-don't look..."

Remember the academy storage room? As a joke, I wrote on her lower belly with permanent marker—pressed hard so it won't fade: ♥Walking Onahole for Rent♥ ♥Please Rate My Pussy Taste♥ (Stars + Review Requested!)

And I gave her a "punishment" mission at the OP: get pussy taste reviews from clients...

"Fuck, you actually got them to rate your fuckhole. Heh heh..."

"...Hng."

Was it too stimulating? Her OP clients got way too into it...

"Take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠off the blouse. Now."

"..."

Her entire lower belly. Upper thighs. And...

"Whoa. Shit... so fucking hot..."

Her whole white upper body covered in their selfish scribbles.

Whoa, fuck. How do you even write that shit on a person? Even a creep like me's impressed. So vulgar it makes sense her face burns with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shame.

I ordered it, but damn, they went hard. Still, I drag her to the mirror... make her see the scribbles on her belly, tits, body.

Why? This uppity bitch still acting like a rich girl queen... time to show reality. No matter how she pretends to be hot shit, she's just a cumrag whore. Clients see her as a tasty meal.

"Fucking epic. Went this far, heh heh... sis, read 'em aloud with your mouth. Yeah? So hot... insane, haa... haa."

"N-no... hate it."

"Hate it? Hate it?"

"..."

"Need me to spell it out?"

"...I'll read..."

Still-thinking-she's-a-haughty-queen cousin sis Yeon-woo... reads the cheap, trashy lines on her body in a trembling voice, eyes ready to cry.

"Yeon-woo's... pussy, a real treat..."

Her voice cracks, trailing off.

"Can't hear ya, slut. Do it right. Read the slogan on your belly too."

Pathetically... just one of over 20 scribbles covering her body.