Lee Hayun Wants to Be Treated Like a Big Sister (7)
Let's just get this over with quickly. It didn't take much time to grasp the meaning behind it. Hell, I didn't even need to try. Seo Woojin had shoved it straight into my head himself, making sure I understood perfectly.
"Ah.... Eut...."
I collapsed sideways without even putting up a proper fight. His hand—the one that had been gripping the bed just moments ago—brushed lightly against my waist. Unlike mine, it was thick and manly, more like a big brother's than a little brother's. That hand gathered up the flimsy academy uniform skirt I'd been wearing and clenched it tight.
And then.
It pinned my waist down hard, leaving only the thin uniform shirt covering me, fully exposing the sticky mess of our joined parts that the skirt had hidden until now. He grabbed my protruding hips like convenient handles and pulled me back slowly.
"..., Hik...?"
He taught me just how much he'd been holding back. How he'd been forcing that oversized cock, sheathed in a condom that didn't quite fit, deeper with every thrust. How much of it I hadn't been able to take before. He reshaped the tight insides of my pussy to match the shape of his glans, all so gently.
"...Tell me if it hurts, sis."
"Eut.... Nguk...."
As much as I'd swallowed it myself. He pounded that monstrous dick into me kindly, over and over.
"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. If we'd end up doing it raw after all. My heart pounded like a siren until my ears rang. He yanked out those bulging veins with all his strength. Transparent, sticky fluids drooled down my side-lying ass like honey.
"Just in case."
"...?!"
As much as I'd taken it myself. He went one step further. With a veneer of consideration, he stabbed even deeper, relentlessly.
His voice was the only thing gentle about it.
...Gentle?
Or was it laced with amusement...?
...Ah.
Right. Like he was mocking me—
"Eut? ...Eh? Ng....?"
Mocking me or... something....
......
...Ah, there. When he pulls out all at once and scrapes.... Feels so good....
"Sis. Can you relax a little?"
"Hak.... Hak.... Relax.... ...H-how...?"
"No idea. I'm not a girl."
"......"
"Maybe it's the position. It's not going in easy."
Seo Woojin stroked my twitching thighs, neatly aligned beside him. A shiver ran up my waist despite myself, but I tried to relax as he'd asked.
...The girl who wanted to be treated like a big sister by her little bro, now lying obediently under him like Jiyoon always did—short, curt words and all—clutching the pristine infirmary bed sheets, twitching and trembling with pleasure.
"R-relaxed.... I think.... Not sure if it's right... though...."
"Good. Then now...."
His low, smooth voice drifted down from above. I lay prone beneath him, devouring each word.
When even words faded, leaving only heavy breaths thick with weight.
Seo Woojin.
"Euguk.... Ngum.... ......! ...."
I was wrong. He slammed my hand down—the one waving a white flag in surrender—forcing it into the bed. He battered past what I'd thought was my limit with his glans, pushing even deeper.
Deeper into the spot he'd forcibly developed last night while I hugged my pillow tight. He trampled my white flag into the dirt until it was filthy. He snapped it beyond repair, then pinned my shuddering waist with his hand.
And shoved his cock all the way to the depths.
...Thanks to that.
Just like those girls in the videos I occasionally watched, flashing their "Snow Bunny" tattoos.
One by one.
One by one.
I broke.
"...As expected. This position still...."
"Heok, heok, heok...."
No more. Can't take any deeper. Can we rest a bit? That spot he just hit feels weird. Instead of words, only dumb gasps escaped.
Gasps no one could mistake for a big sister's.
Gasps closer to a bitch in heat than a woman.
Shameful gasps.
"Sis."
"...Heee.... He...?"
...What is it. I think I heard Lee Hayun....
A light orgasm made me twitch for reasons I couldn't fathom. Gazing up at him through hazy eyes, I'd taken his entire cock, climaxing over and over.
"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...?"
You're lying. It feels like it's reached past my navel, way deeper.... You, showing off in front of your big sis out of pride....
......
...Eh...?
"Last night, when I forced it in a bit."
"......Ng."
...Come to think of it, his lower abs hadn't touched me.
"When I pinned your thighs and thrust in."
"I know, I know...."
"To do that, we need to adjust the position."
"......"
My head's spinning right now, and I hate that relaxed smile of his. I hate how he acts like it's natural for me to beg him to pound my deepest spots, dangling conditions like that. I hate how he's ordering me around so casually, even though I'm supposed to be the big sis getting ruined like a slut—and he's younger.
...I hate it all.
But....
"...So, what.... ......What do I do...."
...I don't know. I hate everything.
"Alright then...."
"Eut.... Why the skirt all of a sudden...."
Still in the same sex position, side-lying and twitching. Kuuk, kkuuk. The uniform skirt gripped in his hand tugged lightly upward. Toward the infirmary ceiling.
Umm. Does he want me to move that way...?
So.... Lift my ass...?
"......"
He means get on all fours....
"......"
Th-this is insane, right? We could just do it normally. Same as yesterday...! Why doggy style? That's....
...Perverted.
Like animals mating....
Uuugh.... Not perverted, I absolutely won't do that position...!
"......"
Won't.... Won't....
......Haaa....
...Just once. To humor you. Not because I want to try it. This is sisterly compromise.
Lame self-justification over. I grabbed the fluffy pillow above my head and crawled forward awkwardly. Arms and face sank into it as I cautiously lifted my ass.
Maybe because it's my first time. It didn't look as good as I'd imagined....
"Ass higher."
"......"
"Yes. Like that."
"......"
His gentle whisper guided me as I arched my back, forming that perverted pose.
...Perfect for getting pounded by a guy. Sexier and more reliable than a hero big sis—more like a convenient onahole.
The kind I'd seen over and over in porn.
A perverted pose.
"...O-okay.... ...Is it good...?"
"Yes. ...Plenty."
I mumbled into the pillow, worried my embarrassment showed. He answered softly. At the same time, his lube-and-fluid-slick cock slapped my ass tuk tuk.
Now, that cock's gonna....
...Fuck me.
Like a dog....
Haa.... When will I reclaim my big sis dignity...?
"...Eut......"
...It touched. It spreads me. It slides in. All the way to where he'd thrust side-lying. Scraping my inner walls, it entered.
".... ......! ......"
Because of the new position? A different sensation from before—I bit the pillow without realizing. My waist trembled faintly below.
His uniform skirt gone thanks to him, my ass met a firm, obvious lower abs.
"Huu...."
"......... "
...I-it's fine. I can handle it. My head, fine moments ago, now creaked along barely, but it's okay. Swallowing his cock to the hilt and orgasming instead of hurting is weird, sure.
But okay. If I let go of this pillow, I know what shameful voice will come out—worrisome, but okay. Just bite it till sex ends. That'll block the slutty moans.
Okay.
...Come to think of it, he hasn't even moved yet—just hilted fully.
....
......
......Oka....
"......! ..., ...?"
...Not okay. This. Dangerous.
"Kkeup, eugup.... Heup.... Heup...."
"You don't have to hold back your voice."
I will. Too embarrassing to let you hear. I'd resolved that, but he slammed back in deep after nearly pulling out fully.
Like he meant to smash my womb inside me to pieces.
"...? ...?!"
Have to hold it. No perverted moans from me. Whether chatting lightly, sharing drinks buzzed, or pleasure in the dark bed— I want you to treat me like a big sis....
"Ngeuk......!"
I bit the pillow soaked in my saliva anyway, even pressed my face into it to muffle—but a cheap moan leaked through quietly.
Too ashamed to speak, I stayed still. His cock, buried to my depths and throbbing, scraped out slickly.
Another wave of white-hot pleasure bleached my mind; toes curled, thighs quivered. Kuuuk. He gripped my waist tight, crushing my womb with his cock full-force—my hips bucked.
Below my twitching, joyful ass. Pyut, pyut—the shameful squirting sounds hit my ears.
You.
Your younger brother.
Getting violated like this. Shamefully.
And happy about it.
Raping my ears.
Paralyzing my brain.
"Sis."
"......"
Couldn't answer. Not a big sis anymore.
Paang, paang, paang—joyfully taking the deep belly thrusts, leaving shameful stains on the bed.
"I told you. Don't hold back your voice."
"......"
I rubbed my face desperately into the pillow.
"...This spot feels good, so why hide it?"
"......?! ...!"
A deep pussy spot my fingers could never reach. His cock stabbed it relentlessly—my ass shivered coldly.
"Here too. And here."
"Woojin, Woojin, wait...."
Seo Woojin giggled like he'd found a fun toy. Instead of anger, I desperately reached back. All I grazed were his abs with my fingertips—couldn't push, barely scratch. So I.
Curled my toes again and came messily once more.
...Sex isn't that great, I'd thought. Boyfriend works hard, so I fake moans like aang aang to reward him.
But why am I....
"Lee Hayun."
"He..., Haak.... Ha...."
My dizzy, drugged mind swirled with thoughts when he yanked my hair back. My head arched. Not enough—he lifted my upper body from the bed, bending my waist sharply.
Hands frantic on the pillow now gripped the sheets. My gaze, buried in it, faced the ceiling. Flushed cheeks, teary eyes undoubtedly.
All exposed to the ceiling.
Thus.
Seo Woojin looking down saw everything.
The meaning in the voice I'd desperately held back.
Did you feel good? And as if pleased by that meaning.
A sweet kiss as reward.
...Still head thrown back.
Facing him upside-down.
Gulk, gulk. Swallowing spit.
"Chup.... Ng.... Hap...."
Pang, pang, paang—the sticky sounds unending, drowned by.
...Sloppy kiss sounds.
The sweet kiss continued.