Morning Suckling and the Editor's Devotion
The next day, I woke up just like any other morning. My mouth was latched onto my sister's breast.
"Awake already, you little shit? Sucking on my tit all night... you a baby or what?"
I must've been sleep-sucking on her tit. Even so, she hadn't pushed me away—in fact, the arm wrapped around me was stroking my head.
"...Love you, sis."
"Heh, gross. Get off."
She unwrapped her arm and shoved me away. Shame.
"Ah~. I'm gonna use the computer, so you go out and fuck around or whatever."
Sis plopped down in the chair and turned on the PC with her toes. Wearing nothing but panties... her tits jiggled, navel exposed. Red panties, as always.
"Sis, lemme put it in."
"Huh? Sure thing~."
She slid her panties aside, flashing her pussy at me. I slid into that pussy from behind, hugging her as we sat in the chair. Same position as yesterday.
In that pose, she casually worked on the computer, squeezing her pussy around me now and then for her little brother's sake. And I, every so often, creampied my blood sister's depths while calling Seolhwa on my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, hi. Seolhwa, right? Congrats on becoming my editor."
"Thank you. I'll devote myself to you fully, Min-jun."
"Thanks. Where do you live?"
"Seoul, XX-dong."
"Close by. Let's meet up and chat. About what we're doing next, y'know?"
"Understood. Could you tell me what kind of underwear you prefer?"
This girl. Sharp as hell.
"...Cotton ones, pink or white if possible."
"Got it. What time should I arrive?"
"Mm... by 2 PM at my place."
"Understood."
"Yeah. Hanging up."
"Yes."
"You gonna fuck her too?"
What does she take me for?
"Obviously."
Of course I am.
"Heh, pervert."
Even while calling me out, her pussy clenched tight. So this is tsundere.
Squelch.
"Hey... but being a premature ejaculator and insatiable is kinda messed up. Fuck, I drained you dry yesterday, and you're still shooting this much?"
Sis gauged the cum flooding her womb and grimaced.
"Pregnancy-optimized cock. Pretty sick, huh?"
"Idiot."
"..."
Fuckin' hell.
Pinch.
"Ow! Okay, okay! I get it! Don't pinch my nipple!"
She smacked my thigh, hating it, so I stopped. Then, like an apology, I gently stroked her nipple.
"Ah, damn... tickles..."
"Sorry, nipple."
"...You sounded like a total retard just now. You know that, right?"
"..."
Pinch.
"Ow! You fucking asshole!"
Three hours after getting beaten on the thighs by sis during another creampie, I got a text from Seolhwa saying she'd arrived.
I threw on some random clothes I'd bought with Ji-na last time and headed out.
A black car was parked on the shoulder right in front of the house. The driver's door opened, and Seolhwa—the one from the email—bowed to me.
"Hello. I'm Han Seolhwa. Thank you for selecting me as your editor."
"Uh... yeah..."
Seolhwa looked the part of a career woman...? High heels, flowing navy blouse, black long skirt—that summed her up best. But her hair was a gray close to silver, eyes dark red. Definitely mixed.
Click.
She came around to the passenger side and opened the door for me herself.
"...Uh... thanks...?"
"Yes."
I'd never gotten treatment like this. Not even the Chanel clerk had been this polite and deferential.
Seolhwa got back in the driver's seat and spoke.
"Where to? If nowhere specific, I'll take you to a private café."
"Uh... yeah... there."
"Yes. To the private café. About ten minutes."
"Yeah... but how'd you know about that place...?"
Aren't you an editor?
"Until yesterday, I was a CIA agent stationed in Korea."
"...Until yesterday?"
"Yes. I quit immediately after being selected as your editor."
Why?
"There's no greater honor than serving at your side."
...?
"Thank you again for choosing me."
"Didn't you say you had editing experience...?"
"Yes. Before becoming a CIA agent."
"Ah..."
"...Is something wrong? Any issue with me...?"
Seolhwa drove, eyes darting nervously. Her fingertips trembled slightly—she was seriously anxious.
Is this that big a deal?
"Nah. Just surprised. Who quits the CIA to become an editor?"
"Most would, but being your editor is different."
"...Yeah... true."
"Plus, asking for nude pics and sexual history? You're hiring an editor and a woman for sexual service, right?"
"..."
"To work for you and offer my body... how sacred is that...!"
"...?"
This girl's a bit off.
"That's why quitting the CIA was the right call."
"Uh... yeah, thanks...?"
"...! Thank you!"
Why's she thanking me? Hearing my thanks made her tremble, eyes welling up.
Crazy bitch? She's weird. Looks like a perfect doll—wanna fuck her right there—but the inside's off. Explains the virginity.
Mystery solved.
"You mixed?"
"Yes. Korean father, American mother. Both live in the US."
"Ah... gotcha."
Conversation died. I tossed out small talk to break the silence, but she never initiated. Still, she responded perfectly to everything I said.
What, Confucian upbringing?
Exactly ten minutes later, we pulled into a building's parking lot. Under her escort, we entered the café.
Private rooms: soundproofed, walls of special shock-absorbing material. Rent by the room.
We picked one and went in. Lockable door, full bar of drinks inside. Free pour, but pricey rental. Seolhwa tried charging me—you gonna make Min-jun pay?—till I scolded her.
I like spending money, but she blocked it, so I grumbled. She deflated instantly, shoulders slumping, head down. Total kicked puppy.
"...Not really mad... sorry for scolding."
"...! No need to apologize!"
"Then talk normal. Got it?"
"...Yes!"
She sat to my right. Thought she'd take the opposite seat, but she stuck right by me like she knew what I wanted.
I draped my right arm over her shoulder, stroking and kneading her arm. She leaned into me quietly, wrapping her left arm around me in turn.
Looked like lovers. But first meeting.
"Saw the salary? 800k a month, might change."
"I can't accept payment for serving you."
"Then how you gonna eat?"
"..."
"Take it nicely. Got it, Seolhwa?"
I poked her tits with my fingers.
"Yes, understood."
"Videos'll mostly be my sex tapes. Uploading to SexNet."
"...If I may, what's the goal? Money? Sexual release?"
"Make cash, satisfy my urges."
"...Why not NewTube?"
"They'd ban it. Even age-gated, no revenue."
"Who'd restrict you? NewTube's mainstream—better reach than shady SexNet."
"...True."
Spot on. Who'd stop me uploading porn to NewTube? I could rape or kidnap freely.
"NewTube it is. Upload schedule?"
"Uh... no set plan...? I'll send vids when I feel like it. Edit and post as I say."
Editing's just censoring faces, probably.
"Yes. Then..."
Knead knead.
"Will you accept my virginity?"
Seolhwa said it flatly... no, a hint of excitement...?
"...Yeah... strip."
Dunno why she's excited.
"Sensitive nips?"
"Sorry... not sensitive."
No need to apologize for that... born that way.
"It's fine."
She shed her skirt and blouse. Pink cotton undies underneath. Hidden by clothes, but bra-only showed G-cups maybe. Like sis or mom. No belly flab either. Sleek figure, long legs—total sex doll.
"Like my body?"
"Uh... no surgery, right?"
"How dare I serve you fakes! All natural...!"
"Good."
Natural G-cups. She unhooked her bra, slid panties aside, sat on the table, spread her legs. Her hairless pink pussy fully exposed. I whipped out my cock and plunged in.
Squelch.
Hands on her body'd got her soaked—lewd sounds fueled my arousal.
Squelch—
Cock stretched her walls, advanced, tore through her hymen mercilessly. Blood trickled from her pussy, but her face? Unchanged. No... ecstatic. Eyes teary with joy. Sis was right—total nut.
"To offer my virginity to you...!"
"..."
"Hoo..."
Weird girl, but virgin pussy's a virgin pussy. Proved it by gripping my cock tight, stimulating fiercely.
Squelch.
Seconds in, I dumped cum inside her.
"Ahh...! Your seed, Min-jun...!"
Hope she gets knocked up... Her mutter registered, but no bandwidth to respond.
"Hoo...!"
Seolhwa's pussy was no joke. Better than Mom's—top-tier. Born for men, trained for creampies. Beauties got the premium pussies, huh.
Squelch.
A couple thrusts in and out.
Squelch.
Had to cum again. Still felt insane pleasure; moving doubled it.
"...Anything not to your liking...?"
She asked cautiously, tensely. I'd grimaced from the pleasure of her pussy. Worried I disliked it.
No answer. Just thrust, cum, repeat.
Something about her question? No focus. Had to hold back or I'd cum nonstop—like a faucet.
Knead.
I groped her overflowing tits, thrusting. Our thighs slapped wetly; her pussy slurped obscenely.
Like that, in the private room, I fucked my first editor Seolhwa. Over a hundred creampies in an hour... fuck, exhausting...