Practice Sex (5)
Thinking about it now, my sister was always pretty. Even back in elementary school, when she’d doodle on her textbooks because she didn't want to study. In middle school, when she started wearing a uniform instead of casual clothes. And even now, in high school, when she’s practically an adult. She always had that puppy-like, cute smile on her face, giggling among her friends. I remember thinking that was really pretty.
…Ah. Of course, I don’t mean that in a resentful way. Did I save the country in a past life? Thanks to some stroke of heavenly luck, I was born with a face that looks quite a bit like Lee Hayun’s. From there, I just had to kill the bubbly, cheerful vibe. I had to calmly suppress that voice that was always excited no matter who I was with. I had to kill that intimacy that made her cling to anyone like a country puppy. I had to kill the corners of my mouth that were always naturally pulled upward. After cutting my hair—which was long enough to reach my waist even when tied back—to about shoulder length, and coldly killing the puppy-like, prettily curved corners of my eyes, I became, more or less, Lee Jiyoon.
Thanks to that, I’ve never really had any complaints about my appearance. I didn’t show it in front of people, but I was well aware that I was pretty enough. But, how should I put it? Unlike me, who was just pretty but treated like a social outcast with no friends, my sister was pretty, and… being with her felt good, she got along well with everyone around her without any trouble, and she was even better at cooking and housework than someone like me….
Those trivial things piled up, and I think I had a tiny, very tiny bit of an inferiority complex. Enough to count one by one the "number of times I’ve been confessed to by men," something my sister wouldn't even care about. Enough to call her "Lee Hayun, Lee Hayun," calling her by her name instead of the proper title of "sister," and treating her bluntly. Enough to find the cause of my chronic headaches not in the most obvious reason—games—but solely in my sister. And, enough to develop a shameful preference that I could never tell her about: "Hey, wait…, calm down, cal…."
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Phew, p-, I let out a ragged breath into the pillow I’d buried my face in. "I’m a total pervert who can’t feel a thing unless a dick the size of a forearm is crushing my uterus." I just honestly said what popped into my head, just as Seo Woojin told me to, but… his movements became much more intense than before. It felt so good, it was enough to, really, kill me.
As if he really intended to crush my uterus, he rammed into me like a beast, thump, thump, thump. I only managed to spit out a couple of words telling him to calm down, before letting out a continuous stream of bitch-like whimpers again. Ah. So that’s why Lee Hayun was calling Seo Woojin "Oppa" yesterday while getting fucked. I get it now. I mean, no matter how much of a masochist Lee Hayun is, there’s no way she’d spend the whole day calling him "Oppa" starting from the movie theater. She must have experienced this kind of sex from her first time, which is why Seo Woojin looks like an "Oppa" to her.
Hehehe…. Both me and my sister, we’re real perverts. Must be because we’re sisters.
"Ah, fuck…. Lee Jiyoon…. Lee Jiyoon…."
Not Lee Hayun, but Lee Jiyoon. Not my sister’s name, but my name. The fact that it was coming out of her boyfriend’s mouth, mixed with his panting, felt so good it sent shivers down my spine. I stayed lying flat on the bed, just pressing my hips upward. …I couldn’t bring myself to say something as vulgar and embarrassing as "Please, fuck me harder." But I tried to express it through my actions, trying to get him to fuck me deeper somehow.
"Hoo…. Why do you keep lifting your hips?"
"……. …."
"Don’t just bury your face in the pillow, tell me straight. Why are you lifting your hips?"
"…Ungh…. I don’t know, even I, don’t know…."
"You know. Fuck."
"I don’t know…!"
"…You’re lifting your hips and swallowing my dick because it feels good, Hayun-noona did the exact same thing yesterday, you think I don’t know? You idiot?"
"Ugh…, no, it’s not…."
"You were honest a second ago, why are you lying again. …Is it a habit?"
"Shut… up…."
"…Tell me honestly. I’ll make it feel good."
"Hick…."
His voice pierced my ears, sending electric shocks through me. I couldn’t feel any of the usual tenderness I felt from Seo Woojin there. It was pure sexual desire, the urge to ram his rock-hard, erect dick into me. The obsession to dig out the inner thoughts I’d only just half-admitted to. Those things gathered together, licking my ears, and while I was clenching my pussy around his dick from the climax, he didn't care at all, obsessively digging and grinding into my cervix, squelch, squelch.
…Ah, fuck…. The way he’s buried to the hilt and grinding his tip against my cervix, it feels so good I feel like my hips are going to fall off….
"…You know, things like wanting me to pull your hair. Wanting me to choke you while I fuck you. Wanting me to ejaculate inside because you’ll take the pill. Things like that. Or, what you said yourself earlier is fine, too."
"U…ugh…, you pervert…, ah, don’t, don’t press down on that spot so hard…."
"Don’t press?"
"……."
"Really?"
"……W-well, don’t pull it out completely…."
"Then stop trying to hide it and say it straight. Say, 'Please crush my uterus until I cum.'"
"…It’s not… that much…."
"Hurry."
"…."
"…Should I end it here?"
"Ah, fuck, you have to give me time to prepare myself mentally, you know!"
"…."
"…Ugh."
"…."
"…Please…, ruin my uterus…. …Ah, until I cum…. …Crush it…. or don’t…. Yeah…."
"…."
"…I said it. You pervert…."
"……Hoooo…, …you fucking bitch…."
"Ungh…?!"
Was this the reward for suppressing my embarrassment? Seo Woojin, who had just defiled my ears with his whispers, began to ravage me like a starving beast. Just as he said, my hips, which had been lifting naturally, were forced down by his strength with a loud, lewd thwack. Even as I reached out with my arms, which had been clutching the pillow, to try and push his waist away, or tried to lift my hips out of a sense of defiance, he pressed down on me as if raping me because he was even more aroused. I was forced to sink low until my lower abdomen touched the bed sheets, which had become cold and slippery with the juices I’d leaked.
It felt like I was dealing with someone who had completely lost their reason. Thinking about it more, I felt like if I made Seo Woojin drink a ton of alcohol and got him wasted, sex would feel exactly like this.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh…, yeah……."
…Alcohol. If Seo Woojin were drunk and had nothing left but sexual desire, he’d be even more intense than this, right? Then what would happen if I drank with him and my sister, the three of us together? My sister has a really low tolerance for alcohol…, …but nothing really happened last time, right? But next time, I’ll get Seo Woojin super drunk, make my sister pass out after just one can of something sweet like Iseul Toktok, and then, while I secretly sip on plain water, I’ll pretend to be drunk and lean on Seo Woojin’s shoulder to seduce him….
Maybe in my room, or the living room. Right next to my sister, who would be sleeping with a happy expression, belly exposed, not even knowing if someone carried her away, I could kiss him obscenely, and get fucked thump, thump all night long…. …Should I try that next time? If I were the one to contact Seo Woojin first and tell him to drink with my sister, he’d probably cancel all his other plans to come. He’d definitely know how weak Lee Hayun is to alcohol, too.
"Ungh……, …ugh……, just a second…. …ah……."
The male’s forearms pressed firmly on both sides of me. Trapped between them, I was being fucked like an onahole, thwack, thwack, thwack, spitting out whatever sounds came to me. And not the pretty moans you hear in porn, but beastly sounds forced out by squeezing my lungs. Seo Woojin’s lips touched my shoulders as I twitched, clutching the pillow tightly. Embracing me, he fucked me so roughly I could hear the bed creaking. It wasn't a game of house with a weird excuse like "sex practice," but real sex, where he was "using" a woman’s body solely to ejaculate. Feeling a strange excitement at that, Seo Woojin, perhaps feeling the urge to ejaculate rising, let out a sharp breath and began to hold me tight, digging into my vaginal walls.
"…?! To the, ugh, deepest, in…! Hey, fuck, just a little…, ugh, ahhh…,"
Thump, thump, thump. Every time his thick glans crushed my cervix, my pupils twitched and pulled upward. Just as I was desperately trying to hold onto my consciousness, Seo Woojin whispered a light curse in my ear, telling me to stop clenching so hard because it was peeling the condom, and then he pulled his dick out for a moment.
…Aha. Is he trying to give me a break? Seeing me trembling and struggling, he must be trying to give me some time to calm down. While I was ignoring the whisper I’d just heard and breathing heavily, lost in my misguided delusions, less than five seconds later, a dick that felt even stiffer scraped against my vaginal walls and burrowed deep inside. Even though Seo Woojin was using my body like an onahole, I…
"…, …hehe……. …?♡ ……Ungh-hick…. ……."
I couldn't do anything but clench my toes and endure the pleasure. Even when Seo Woojin, who was digging into my vaginal walls, stuck two fingers between my lips and toyed with my tongue as he pleased, I couldn't do anything but drool all over the pillow and suck on his fingers. Even when he grabbed my cheeks and chin to turn me around and kiss me—no, rather than a kiss, it was like he was trying to make me swallow his saliva—and mixed his tongue with mine, I couldn't do anything but quietly stick my tongue out. Being controlled in almost every action, with pleasure forcibly crammed into me. Along with actions that only a woman with a masochistic preference like Lee Hayun would enjoy, thwack, thwack. Pressed to the very end of my pussy by the highly aroused Seo Woojin, I could only gulp down the saliva he gave me.
"Hek…, ugh…, ……, ……bue…."
…But why. Why is this man still not thinking about ejaculating? Until just a moment ago, he would have grabbed my pelvis and ejaculated with a squelch by now, so why is he not ejaculating, even while panting so heavily? I’m…, I feel like my consciousness is about to snap at any moment.
"Hey, Seo Woo…, jin…. When, ugh…, are you going to cum…."
"…Why? Does that mean you want me to cum faster?"
"That’s not, what I mean…. Your dick has been twitching like crazy for a while now, but you’re not saying anything, so I’m asking!"
"Hoo…, that’s obviously because…. Wait. You still don’t know?"
"What is that suddenly…."
"…Can’t you feel anything strange?"
"…?"
If he does this for any longer, I might faint. I’ve already far exceeded my body’s limits. You idiot. I didn't want to say it honestly, so I poured out my complaints, meowing and whining, using his condition as an excuse, but the answer that came back was something hard to understand. Strange, what? That he made me say embarrassing things? If not that, what could it be? The answer reached my ears as I groaned, clutching the pillow.
"When I pulled my dick out for a second earlier, you were clenching so hard I took the condom off."
And that, "Can’t you feel that I’m fucking you raw? …Not at all?"
Very much so, "…This thing touching your uterus right now. It’s a raw dick. You idiot."
"…."
"A raw dick that’s twitching like crazy because I’m forcibly holding back my ejaculation, just like you said."
A dangerous answer.