Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: 5. Lee Ha-yoon Wants to Be Treated Like a Big Sister (7)
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Let's end this quickly.
The meaning behind those words didn't take much time to understand.
I didn't even need to try.
He made sure I understood perfectly...
By shoving it straight into my head.
"Ah... Eut..."
I collapsed sideways without even putting up a proper fight. Seo Woo-jin's hand, which had been gripping the bed until just moments ago, lightly touched my waist.
Unlike mine, it was thick and sturdy—a hand that felt more like an older brother's than a little brother's,
thoroughly masculine.
That hand gathered up the frilly uniform skirt I'd been wearing and gripped it tight.
And then.
Just like that.
It exposed my... my "down there," slick with our mingled fluids that the skirt had been covering until now,
pressing down hard on my waist, which was clad only in a thin uniform blouse.
He grabbed my protruding hips like convenient handles.
Slowly.
"..., Hik...?"
He thrust in.
Showing me just how much he'd been holding back until now.
Forcing that oversized cock, sheathed in a condom that didn't quite fit, deeper with every push.
Revealing how much of it I hadn't been able to take before.
Remolding the still-tight insides of my pussy to the shape of his glans.
Gently.
"...Tell me if it hurts, Noona."
"Eut... Nguk..."
As much as I'd swallowed it myself.
He pounded that monstrous shaft in affectionately, thump after thump.
"It's only the second round, so I'll try to make it hurt as little as possible..."
"Heok... He...?"
I wondered if the condom would slip off.
Forcing us to go raw after all.
My heart pounded like a siren until I thought it would burst.
He pulled out that veiny cock with all his might.
Clear, sticky love juices dripped along my side-lying hips, overflowing.
"Just in case."
"...?!"
As much as I'd swallowed it myself.
One step further.
With a veneer of consideration,
he jabbed even deeper, squelch after squelch.
All while overlaying his voice with feigned gentleness.
...Gentle.
Or not.
With a hint of laughter...?
...Ah. Right.
As if,
mocking me—
"Eut? ...Eh? Ng...?"
Mocking me,
...as if.
......
...Ah,
there.
When he pulls out all at once while scraping...
Feels good...
"Noona. Could you relax a little?"
"Hak... Hak... Relax... ...H-how...?"
"No idea. I'm not a girl."
"......"
"Maybe it's because of the position. It's not going in easily."
Seo Woo-jin's hand stroked down my thighs, neatly laid side by side and twitching.
A shiver ran up my waist, but as he'd just asked, I tried to relax somehow.
...The girl who wanted to be treated like a big sister by her little brother,
lying obediently under Seo Woo-jin, whose speech had shortened like Lee Ji-yoon's usual curt way of talking to me,
clutching the pristine infirmary bed sheets,
twitching. Twitching.
Feeling good.
"R-relaxed... I think... not sure if it's right..."
"Good. Then now..."
A low, smooth voice drifted down from above.
I lay prone beneath him, taking in each word.
When only heavy breaths remained instead of words.
Seo Woo-jin.
"Euguk... Ngup... ...! ..."
I'm sorry.
He pinned my hands—which had been waving a white flag desperately—to the bed with a firm grip.
Then he jabbed at what I'd thought was my limit with his glans, thump thump,
pushing even further inside.
To the depths I'd forcibly developed last night while hugging a pillow tight.
Trampling the white flag into the dirt until it was filthy,
snapping it so it could never be raised again,
he pressed down on my twitching waist with his hand
and shoved his cock all the way to the deepest part inside me.
...Thanks to that.
Just like those women in the videos I occasionally watched, flashing "Snow Bunny" tattoos.
One by one. One by one.
I broke.
"...As expected. This position is still too much..."
"Heok, heok, heok..."
No more.
Can't you let me rest a bit?
That spot you just hit feels weird.
Instead of words like that, only dumb gasps escaped.
Gasps that couldn't possibly belong to a big sister.
Gasps closer to a bitch in heat than a woman.
Shameful gasps.
"Noona."
"...Hee... He...?"
...What is it.
Lee Ha-yoon,
I think I heard...
A fleeting climax from some inexplicable reason made me twitch lightly,
but with my hazy gaze, I looked up at him as I kept cumming around his fully sheathed cock.
"Let's change positions a bit."
"...P-position... how...?"
"It doesn't seem like it'll all fit like this..."
"......? Not all in...? Th-this...?"
Don't lie.
It's not just to my navel—it's way deeper...
You, in front of your noona, your pride...
......
...Eh...?
"Last night, when I forced it in a little."
"......Ng."
...Come to think of it, it hadn't reached before.
Seo Woo-jin's lower abdomen.
"When I pinned down your thighs and thrust."
"I know, I know..."
"To do that, we need to adjust the position a bit."
"......"
My head's spinning right now,
and I don't like that relaxed smile of his.
I don't like how he assumes it's natural for me to want him pounding my deepest spots,
boldly laying out conditions like that.
I don't like how he's casually giving orders, unfazed, while his supposed noona breaks down obscenely,
even though he's younger.
...I don't like it.
But...
"...So, what... ...what do I do...?"
...I don't know.
I don't like any of it.
"Alright, then first..."
"Eut... Why the skirt all of a sudden..."
Still in the exact position we'd been fucking in... side-lying and twitching for a moment.
Squeeze, grip.
The uniform skirt in Seo Woo-jin's hand tugged lightly upward.
Toward the infirmary ceiling.
Hmm. Does he want me to move that way...?
So...
Lift my hips...?
"......"
He means get on all fours...
"......"
Th-this is insane, right?
We could just do it normally, no problem.
Like yesterday...
But he wants doggy style—that's so...
...Pervy.
Like animals mating...
Ugh...
I'm not a perv, no way I'd do that position...!
"......"
No...
N...
......Haaa...
...Just once.
Just matching you.
Not because I want to try it, absolutely not.
Concession.
This counts as...
Big sisterly behavior.
Lame self-justification over.
I grabbed the fluffy pillow above my head and crawled forward awkwardly.
Resting my forearms and face on it, I carefully raised my hips.
Maybe because it's my first time.
It didn't come out quite like I'd imagined...
"Hips. Higher."
"......"
"Yes. Like that."
"......"
Listening to his gentle whisper,
I arched my waist,
forming that pervy position.
...Perfect for a guy to pound into.
Sexier and more reliable than a hero noona—more like a convenient onahole.
That pervy position I'd seen countless times in porn.
"...O-okay... like this...?"
"Yes. ...That's enough."
I mumbled into the pillow, worried it'd show how embarrassed I was, and Seo Woo-jin replied softly.
At the same time, his lube-and-juice-slick cock tapped against my ass, thump thump.
Now, I'm about to get...
fucked by that cock.
Like a dog...
Haa...
When will my status as noona...
"...Eut......"
...It touched.
He spreads me open.
It's going in.
All the way to where he'd thrust when I was side-lying.
Scraping my inner walls, thump thump,
it's going in.
".... ...! ..."
Because of the new position?
A different sensation from before—I bit down on the pillow without realizing,
my waist trembling faintly beneath.
On my ass, now bare from the uniform skirt thanks to Seo Woo-jin,
a firm lower abdomen—obviously his—pressed against me.
"Huu..."
"........."
...I-I'm fine.
I can handle it.
My head, which was fine moments ago, now creaks along barely,
but I'm fine.
It's weird that I'm twitching in climax instead of hurting with his cock buried to the hilt,
but fine.
I'm worried what voice would come out if I released the pillow I'm biting,
but fine.
Just keep biting until sex ends.
That'll block the obscene moans.
Fine.
...Come to think of it,
he hasn't even started moving yet,
just hilted fully.
....
....
......F-fine...
"......! ..., ...?"
...No.
This.
Dangerous.
"Kkeup, eugup... Heup... Heup..."
"You don't have to hold back your voice."
I will.
Because it's embarrassing for you to hear.
That resolve proved pointless as he slammed that nearly fully withdrawn cock deep again.
As if determined to smash my womb inside to pieces.
"...? ...?!"
I have to endure.
No letting out pervy moans.
Whether we're chatting lightly,
sharing drinks buzzed happily,
or pleasuring each other in the dark on the bed,
I want you to treat me like a noona...
"Ngeuk...!"
...Even biting the pillow soaked in my own saliva,
not enough—I tried smothering my face to block the sound,
but eventually, a vulgar moan leaked quietly through the pillow.
Too embarrassed to speak, I stayed quiet, and the cock throbbing deep in my belly withdrew slickly, scraping my walls.
Another wave of mind-bleaching pleasure whitened my brain; my toes curled tight, thighs quivering,
then.
Grip.
He seized my waist tight,
crushing my womb with his cock full force,
and finally,
my hips bucked.
Beneath my twitching, joyful ass.
Squirt, squirt—the shameful sound of fluids spraying hit my ears.
You.
To your younger brother.
In such an embarrassing state.
Being ravaged.
And feeling happy about it.
Raping my ears.
Paralyzing my brain.
"Noona."
"......"
Couldn't answer.
Because I'm no longer a noona.
Pang, pang, pang—joyfully taking the deep belly-thrusts,
leaving shameful stains all over the bed.
"I told you not to hold back your voice."
"......"
I rubbed my face desperately against the sweat-soaked pillow.
"...Here. Feels good, so why hide it?"
"......?! ...!"
A deep spot in my pussy no fingers of mine could reach.
His cock relentlessly prodded there, making my ass twitch and shiver.
"Here too. And here."
"Woo-jin, Woo-jin, wait..."
Seo Woo-jin giggled like he'd found a fun toy.
Instead of getting mad, I desperately reached back.
But all I could graze were the tips of my fingers against his abs.
Far from pushing, scratching was my limit,
so.
I curled my toes tight again and came messily once more.
...Sex isn't that great, I thought.
Just faking moans for my boyfriend's hard work out of pity.
But why am I...
"Lee Ha-yoon."
"He... Haak... Ha..."
As dizzy, drugged thoughts swirled in my head,
Seo Woo-jin yanked my hair, tilting my head back.
Not enough—he lifted my upper body from the bed, arching my back sharply.
My hands, busy wringing the pillow, gripped the bed in panic.
My gaze, buried in the pillow forever, faced the ceiling.
Flushed cheeks,
eyes surely wet with tears.
All of it toward the ceiling.
That's why.
Seo Woo-jin looking down at me saw everything.
The meaning hidden in the voice I'd desperately held back.
Whether you felt good.
And as if pleased by that meaning.
A sweet kiss as reward.
...Still with my head thrown back.
Facing Seo Woo-jin upside down.
Gulp, gulp.
Swallowing saliva.
"Chup... Ng... Hab..."
Pang, pang, paang—the endless sticky sounds...,
drowned out completely by the lewd kissing noises.
Sweet kisses continued.