Hayun Craves Big Sister Treatment (4)
A half-baked hero who couldn't even control her strength properly. Lee Hayun.
Her, to whom the title "noona" didn't suit at all. Her, like a country puppy who loved people so much. Her, who looked perfect in the hoodie zip-up worn over her uniform and the pure white fleece.
We shared saliva in a breathless kiss. On the bed in the infirmary opposite where we sat. I laid Hayun down there, pinning her hands gently so she couldn't escape.
For a long, long time. The sweet taste spilling from her mouth filled my sinuses. Then the shampoo scent brushing my nose, different from last night. And Hayun's body scent, just like last night, overlaying it all.
...I'm going insane.
Her light resistance was all there was, but Hayun kept tangling her tongue without pause. Last night, she'd been shy the whole time, only tentatively responding.
Why was she so aggressive today? ...Because of that word, "noona"?
"Chup.... Mmph....... Mm...."
A sticky kissing sound unfit for the academy filled the infirmary. Because the lewd slurping from her lips echoed obscenely beneath mine. The Hayun I'd seen so far should have been pounding my shoulder with her fists by now, embarrassed....
But her soft, squishy tongue showed no sign of yielding, moving relentlessly.
"Mm.... Chuuu...."
Her tongue peeked just the tip between our lips, lapping at mine with cheap, wet sounds. At the same time, Hayun had been gulping down her throat from my crotch for a while, frowning slightly. Her hands, now like an annoyed puppy's, I pinned harder, infusing them with lust.
After a long time, we parted lips, and her beautifully ruined expression came into view.
"Phaa.... Haa.... Haah...."
Her dazed look, filled only with filthy thoughts. ...Hayun's hazy expression.
"Your fingers don't hurt anymore, I guess?"
"Haa.... Ha...."
I teased, but no reply. Instead, she just greedily sucked in the oxygen she'd been lacking.
...If you're just gonna lie there blankly, fix that tongue peeking over your lower lip first. You look like a total perv. Does she even realize?
"Mm-heup....... Mmph...."
Once her heaving chest calmed a bit, I undid the white outer layer covering her uniform and tangled our tongues again. No real resistance. Well, there was some, but meaningless.
She flinched gripping my forearm as I pulled down the zipper. That was it. If she really wanted to stop me, she could have with her strength. But all she managed was that much.
Cute noona.
"Let go."
"...Pfhat, ha...."
She glared at me even as she firmly said it, her hands trembling and dropping. Adorable. Her long ponytail, perfect for yanking like an animal from behind, fully exposing her small head—adorable. That subtle glare, like something bothered her despite feeling good—adorable.
Everything about her was so cute that I toyed with her a bit more, and her stubborn attempts to play noona were adorable too.
Lee Hayun. That doesn't suit you at all, and it's not even your taste. You'll feel relieved if you just let it go, but clinging to it so foolishly... adorable.
"...W-wait."
"Why?"
As I sealed her lips again and tried to strip her, she blocked between our mouths with her hand, mumbling. Her palm was scorching hot for some reason. Maybe sweat making it slick? ...Come to think of it, hadn't this hand been in her pocket? No, the other one? Whatever.
I nipped her hand lightly and sat up, and Hayun, clenching her fists in surprise, stammered on.
"I'll... I'll take it off myself...."
Obvious reason. Her pride as "noona" wouldn't allow me to undress her.
"...Go ahead, then."
I almost kept her wrists pinned and broke her completely, but I held back with a gentle reply. ...If she breaks as easily as the practice onaholes I've ruined, it'll get boring fast. I want her to endure hard. So I can enjoy her long-term. Ideally, until I can alternate pounding you and your sister on the bed.
As Hayun wriggled awkwardly, I started unbuttoning my shirt too, when her voice came again.
"W-wait. Your clothes too...."
"...?"
"I'll take them off...."
"......"
What grand declaration? Just that? So desperate to cling to the noona role. Insecure about her natural older-sister charm? Yet that puppy pheromone charm wafting off her—what to do about it.
I swallowed a faint smile, propped on the bed, and looked straight down at her.
"Then undress me."
Gulp. Her throat bobbed.
"...No take-backs...?"
"It's nothing big. Why would I?"
"Th-then stay still and wait.... I'll go first...."
Ziiiip. The zipper on her fluffy fleece slid down slowly, revealing the hoodie underneath. I'd seen it before. Her favorite? Or her only wearable one?
I ignored the nagging curiosity and leaned in lightly. We shared a gentle kiss, lips barely touching—light and short.
But.
"......"
"......"
Like Pavlov's dog, Hayun naturally parted her lips. Her slick tongue peeked out, brushing mine.
"......"
...Is this not it? She pursed her lips tight, that expression saying as much. She must think a kiss only counts if tongues touch.
...No need to correct her. She won't do this with other guys. Only me. Forever.
I grabbed her chin and overlapped our lips like before.
"...Mmph, mm.... Bweh......"
Even as her hands on the hoodie zipper crawled turtle-slow. Even as she grunted failing to pull it down fully. Thick and sticky. I imprinted how soft and squishy innocent Hayun's tongue was.
"Chup.... Pfha.... Mm...."
Click. The zipper fell free. At the same time, Hayun propped on her elbows, carefully sitting up. Pushing my tensed chest away as she panted.
Her fingertips grabbed the warmed outer layer. Rustle. The fabric whisper stopped.
Finally, only her uniform remained.
"......"
I was momentarily entranced by her neatly buttoned uniform, which I hadn't seen last time because she'd tied it at her waist. Kinda thin for winter uniform. ...Those tits. Bigger than expected. Clinging like this, it's this effect.
Hayun, blank as a puppy. Before her breasts. My gaze lingered on the tie end floating lightly in the air.
Hayun hesitated briefly, then casually undid the tie and started popping uniform shirt buttons. One by one.
After the rustling ended. A plain white, neat bra appeared.
So very Hayun-like.... colorless bra. ...But insanely erotic because her taut, flawless abs were fully exposed right below. An utterly ordinary bra.
Did she notice my stare? Or just embarrassed? She tilted her head aside slightly, fiddling with the bra clasp carefully.
Pop. A small sound, and the trapped flesh twitched free. She bared her body completely before me—something no opportunistic "friends" would ever see.
Without even the usual mosaic. All of it.
"...Puhuhu."
"Why're you laughing?"
"'Cause it's funny. Your face."
"My face?"
Her slender fingertip poked my cheek.
"Yeah. Who else is here but you?"
"What's so funny?"
"Whoa. Noona's so.... ahem. Super pretty. That face thinking that."
"......"
"How's that? Nailed it? You thought that looking at my boobs, right? Knew it. Yup yup."
"......"
"Boys like tits. It's fine."
"......"
"No need to be shy. Noona gets it all~."
Her cheeks flushed pink as she said it. The blush reached her ears, yet she grinned playfully, sneaking peeks at my body. Probably forcing chit-chat out of embarrassment. Should I play along ignoring it...?
"...C'mere. Noona'll undress you."
How far to indulge her? Before training her to know her real tastes, letting her lead now might be fun in its own way.
As I pondered.
"Ugh...?"
Suddenly, I lost balance and tumbled onto the bed. Hayun, who'd been under me, had grabbed my collar and yanked hard.
She hadn't used strength earlier. While I let my guard down.
Almost collided. I braced on the bed urgently, but she slipped aside casually. As I clumsily rolled over on the bed. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and straddled me.
"Now.... ...stay still."
"Why all of a sudden...?"
"Gonna continue the revenge from before...."
Pop, pop. Undoing my shirt.
Like she'd devour me. Like she'd make me acknowledge her as noona this time for sure.
"Get ready."
Hayun licked her dry lips, whispering huskily. She flashed a grin.