Chapter 6: Cheol-gyu Sniffing His Cousin Sister's Ass
“Hey! You psycho! What the hell? Get out right now!”
“...#%#%...!”
The monkey-faced guy who barged into the bathroom freezes when he sees me. Only after I yell at him does he finally bolt, but... right before he leaves, he leers at my body all sleazily. I hated that look in his eyes.
“Ugh, what a creep, fuck.”
That monkey's name is Cheol-gyu Lee. My cousin, the one who goes to Mabong Self-Study Re-taker Academy with my little brother Jin-woo... that's him.
Ughhh! The type of guy I hate most is short, ugly, and with a tiny dick—and even though he's my cousin, I don't know about his dick, but he's short and ugly, so I hated him. You know... like those goblin monsters in comics? Ugh! He looks exactly like one of those little shits, which makes him even more repulsive.
But...
“Goddamn it...”
I want to tattle to my kind uncle and get him scolded, but actually doing it feels like it'd just stir up unnecessary trouble.
“Living off them is the sin here.”
Because the real owners of the house are the monkey bastard and my uncle, while we're just mooching off them.
If I run to Uncle whining that he 'accidentally' peeped on me...? It'd make a big deal out of nothing when we're the ones freeloading—what good would that do?
He's so gross... I'm gonna make bank and get out.
That's one reason I obsess over money. No matter how nice and kind Uncle is, always telling us to treat it like our own home and not feel burdened... it's never really 'our house.' You wouldn't get how uncomfortable that is unless you've been in our shoes, living on someone else's dime.
So, with Dad's business gone bust, I've become the family breadwinner. My to-do list: 1. Make enough money to move out. 2. Even if Jin-woo gets into med school, cover his tuition, living expenses, and allowance for the next six years.
With missions like those... I can't make it with a normal job. Even landing a big corp gig nets you 50-60 million won starting salary. After taxes, it's a pitiful paycheck—and that's with slaving away. But just running three OP shifts on weekdays guarantees at least 10 million. The cost-performance ratio is insanely good, you know?
...So please don't give me that crap about why I blow it all on luxury goods.
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Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.
Cheol-gyu thought his heart might explode right then and there, and it wouldn't be surprising.
It was pounding so hard it hurt.
Sis... sis's body... naked...
If this were a manga, it'd be the classic nosebleed-to-death-from-excessive-bleeding trope.
His cousin sister Yeon-woo Lee, three years older, had that kind of destructive power in the nude.
He forgot about needing to pee and fled back to his room like a coward. He slammed the door shut, squeezed his eyes tight, and before the memory could fade, started ruminating on it like a cow chewing cud.
Fuck... she was so goddamn hot!
His cousin sister had started freeloading at the house a few months ago. At first, he was pissed about giving up a room. He was already stressed from retaking exams, buried in studies.
They were cousins, sure, but it had been years since he'd seen them—practically strangers crashing at his place.
Yeah... Chuseok a few years back, and nothing since Grandpa died.
So he'd figured they'd just be a nuisance. But...
“Yeah, Cheol-gyu, say hi. It's been a while, right?”
“Cheol-gyu, huh? Long time no see, sis.”
“H-hi.”
She smiled brightly at his awkwardness after so long. She ruffled his buzzcut like it was cute. Her small, pale face... and those massive tits that poked out obviously even through her modest clothes.
In the years since he'd last seen her, the faint memory of his cousin sister had bloomed into a full flower.
“Hah... hah...”
From that moment, he'd secretly harbored feelings for her—romantic? No, pure lust.
Incestuous, sure, but she was distant enough that fantasizing didn't feel like a sin, yet close enough as family.
And today, by pure chance—okay, accident—he'd seen her pale naked body...
How could a 20-year-old guy's blood not boil?
“Noona... Noona!”
Not his blood sister, so no real taboo—made her perfect fantasy fodder.
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, yanking down his panty waistband to free his rock-hard cock before the image vanished. Stroke-stroke-stroke!
As he jerked off furiously, he pictured her naked body. Her massive tits, soft like marshmallows but heavy with heft. An impossibly tiny waist below those huge breasts. That ant-waist flowing into wide hips that could cradle a womb and guts with room to spare, smooth riding thighs and ass meat no man has, curving into artistic legs. Even her firm thighs tapered to slender ankles, dotting the i on that perfect feminine silhouette.
Every curve only a woman's body could make burned into his brain.
In short—
“Fuckin' slut so hot... hah... hah...”
Yeon-woo's entire body screamed one signal: This bitch is built for breeding.
Her smooth skin meant peak health. Huge ass and soft riding flesh packed with fat for fetal nutrition. And those monster jugs? Endless milk supply for the kid!
Like a giant billboard advertising straight to a man's instincts. The perfect pregnancy-optimized body.
Vulgar, but species-propagation instinct is why guys get hard for girls.
“Ngh!”
He wanted to fuck her. Fuck her pregnant. Make her his woman, serving only him.
In his empty room corner, no one to stop his infinite vulgar fantasies.
But Cheol-gyu wanted to make them real... Using today's nude glimpse as side dish, he spun filthy scenarios in his head and jerked off like a maniac, cumming over and over.
Should've hit post-nut clarity after one or two, but the overstimulation kept him hard. Cum, get hard again, repeat. He lost track of the tissues.
“Hoo...”
Finally spent, one scenario crystallized amid the depraved haze.
Noona sleeps in late every day, and Jin-woo needs me or the housekeeper to wake up. So maybe...
Thump-thump-thump.
What if it works? If this actually succeeds?
The dizzying fantasy made his dick throb again.
Cheol-gyu jerked more before finally crashing into sleep.
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Ring-ring-ring—
Cheol-gyu snapped awake to the alarm. 7 a.m. Late night, but he felt weirdly great.
Quickly composing himself, his heart raced at the thought of turning last night's 'fantasy' into reality.
“...Gotta wake Jin-woo.”
His same-age cousin studied late, always struggling to rise.
And cousin noona Yeon-woo was the same. Night owl who couldn't wake alone.
Meaning... he'd catch the cousin siblings dead asleep.
Normally, no waking without Dad's orders, but today...
“Hoo... hoo.”
Chest tight with sleazy anticipation, he quietly slipped out. The early-rising kitchen auntie jumped at the sight of him cooking.
“Oh? Cheol-gyu, up early today?”
“Ah... yeah, just woke up. Haha.”
Awkward reply to the auntie, heart dropping, but he played it cool and approached the cousins' door.
Of course it wasn't weird—family room, right? Auntie wouldn't bat an eye.
Self-pep-talked, he swallowed hard. Creeeak— the hinge sounded deafening, heart lurching, but he pushed through.
“Ahem... Jin-woo still asleep?”
Too quiet to wake the zonked Jin-woo. But alibi secured—waking his buddy cousin.
Glancing at the kitchen, he darted in like a shadow.
“Hah... hah...”
Tense breaths of the guilty. Clutching his pounding heart, Cheol-gyu scanned: bunk bed against one wall, cabinets opposite, desk straight ahead. Sparse.
But irrelevant.
“...Jin-woo? Hey, Jin-woo...”
Needed the excuse to wake his study-buddy cousin.
Shook his shoulder lightly. “Jin-woo? You up?”
“...Zzz.”
As expected. Jin-woo, med-school obsessed, had overdone it and slept like the dead. Plus, he was a heavy sleeper—shaking and yelling barely worked.
Relieved, Cheol-gyu dropped the act and eyed the top bunk: cousin noona Yeon-woo.
“Noona...? Noona?”
“...”
No snoring like Jin-woo, but out cold.
And...
Ass... her ass is facing me.
Hot-bodied, she'd kicked off the blanket in her sleep. Just baggy boxer tee and panties, side-lying... ass thrust outward over the bunk edge.
Not on purpose, sure, but it put Cheol-gyu's eye-level right on her perfect ass, staring hole-eyed.
...Cl-closer, she won't notice, right?
Thump-thump-thump...
If she woke, he'd be a total perv. Risky, but he craved it closer—nose to ass.
One side moon-jar white and smooth, the other slimy-soft like pudding, right there.