Shopping Bliss and Cafe Carnality
After thoroughly cleaning Ji-na's mouth, we left the store.
"Oppa, thank you so much~!"
"Heh heh. Yeah, sure. But won't people recognize you carrying around such an expensive bag?"
"All the girls who care will recognize it! Hehe... And if they don't, I'll just tell them!"
Ji-na hugged the box containing the bag, beaming with happiness.
"Hee hee hee..."
Her gaze was fixed solely on the box, letting out that same sloppy giggle from when we'd arrived.
"Since we're already out, how about we wander around a bit before heading home?"
"Sounds good~?!"
Seeing her nod eagerly with a bright smile filled me with a swell of pride.
"Anywhere you wanna go?"
"Hmm... More than that, let's buy you some clothes, oppa!"
"...Why my clothes? I have plenty at home."
"Not like that. You need stuff to dress up in! What if you end up single forever?"
"...You've got Mom and you."
"...Ugh, whatever! We're buying clothes! No arguments. Okay?"
Ji-na blushed, embarrassed, and let out a little squeal. Back in the day, she would've snapped something like, "What the hell, you shut-in loser? Don't talk crazy, idiot." But now, those words made her heart race, turning into something she could seriously consider.
Her and Mom becoming her big brother's lovers.
...Not a bad idea...?
It was a conclusion drawn from the unknown, massive pleasures he'd shown her and his wealth.
I never really hated it before anyway...
It might be embarrassing, but she didn't dislike it. Quite the opposite.
That bitch Joo-young though...
She wouldn't stand by and let her own sister become oppa's lover. Apparently satisfied as his onahole, she should stick to being a jerk-off toy.
Even as Ji-na said this, the name saved in my phone for her was Sex Toy No. 1.
"Alright, let's go buy clothes. We'll grab some for you too while we're at it. Got it?"
"Yup~! Let's go!"
She grabbed my hand and started dragging me along energetically. Wasn't she too young and spry? This old guy couldn't keep up.
Along the way, I collected numbers and addresses from any decent-looking women I spotted.
"Oppa... You shouldn't do that while on a date with your girlfriend..."
"...Was she my girlfriend?"
"Wha...? N-No! I didn't mean I'm your girlfriend! I mean when you get one later!"
"Whoa... So after all that tsundere act, you actually wanna be my girlfriend, huh?"
"Nooo!! Ugh..."
She puffed out her cheeks, pouting and glaring at me to show she was sulking.
"Heh heh, okay, I won't tease. Promise."
I gave her bare thigh—uncovered by her short shorts—a light smack, the kind that begged for more.
"...Wanna do it?"
"...Does smacking my thigh mean that?"
"Wasn't it sex appeal?"
Asking her own brother if it was sexual teasing? So damn slutty.
"Nah..."
"So you really don't wanna?"
Did she want sex that badly?
"...Let's do it at home."
"Okay. Hee hee..."
But didn't she feel nothing down there? Why agree to it?
I asked her to clear up my confusion.
"Wha... I-I dunno! Don't ask!"
Thanks to the luxury gifts, intense pleasure, and bonding, Ji-na had started developing affection for her brother. Even without physical sensation, she loved the fact that he used her body—that's why she begged for it.
Of course, I had no clue about any of this.
"Uh..."
"La la la, can't hear you~."
"Where to next...?"
"Oh..."
She seemed reluctant to talk, so I tried changing the subject.
Hmm.
"....Over there."
She pointed to a store labeled MUCCI.
Mucci. Fancy.
"Alright, let's go in."
"...Okay."
She slyly took my hand. I didn't refuse. Truth be told, I wanted to grope her tits more than hold hands, but that could wait.
It was a store with skimpy clothing displays. Luxury brand thing, I guess? Unlike regular shops lined with racks, this one had maybe three or four rows. Even fewer casuals or tees. Mostly coats, shirts, dresses.
"Oppa, what's your budget?"
"Uh... Let me check the balance."
About 40 million won left.
"Up to 4 million's fine."
"Plenty. Okay, I'll pick for you. Wait here!"
Hey, it's my clothes...
"Tch! You're an ex-shut-in who just jerked off all day! Just wait."
Fine... Not much to choose from anyway. She glanced around and grabbed a decent coat and shirt.
"Try these."
I stripped off my hoodie right there and put on the shirt and coat.
"...You know there's a changing room, right?"
"Doesn't matter."
"True. Do whatever."
Confidence is key.
"Don't just tuck the shirt loose—put the front in your pants. Hmm. Looks good!"
Did it? Seemed average to me.
"Hoodie was simpler and..."
"Oppa."
I couldn't meet her serious stare.
"...We'll take these."
"Yup."
"I'll process your 3.21 million won payment."
Fuck, what? Over 3 million for two pieces?
"Thank you. Goodbye."
We ignored the clerk and left—guy, so worthless.
"Hmm... What now?"
"Cafe? There's a killer cake spot nearby."
"Sure. Lead the way."
"Got it!"
I rested my hand on Ji-na's shoulder, casually kneading her bare chest like it was nothing new. Passersby stared—guys especially, eyes wide—but she walked obediently without complaint.
By the time we reached the cafe, red handprints marked her tits clearly.
The place was packed, but we snagged seats.
"I'll order?"
She even threw in some cutesy aegyo now.
"Nah, I'll go too."
The clerk looked shady, but I knew better. That hair hid a stunner.
"What can I get you?"
"Oppa, what do you want?"
"Lemonade for me."
"Okay, one lemonade and one cafe latte, please."
"Got it~ One lemonade, one cafe latte."
"Name?"
I asked after Ji-na finished.
"Uh... Eun-young."
"Can you bring them to our table? We're over by the boxes."
"Sure thing."
When she brings the drinks... what should I make her do?
"Oppa, smooth move. Thought you wouldn't go for that."
"Why? I seem innocent?"
"Kinda naive-looking."
"...What about the Chanel clerk I fucked?"
"...? So? Just sex service."
"Ah... Yeah, true."
So what's the difference...?
Back at the table, we started chatting idly.
"Seriously... Why force leadership seminars? It's just reading PPT slides? So lame. Pisses me off."
"Don't you pick those?"
"Wish. Freshmen get force-fed seniors' picks. Reviews show one-star trash. No clue why."
"...Yeah."
"...No idea what I'm talking about, huh? No wonder—skipping school to jerk off."
"What's wrong with jerking? You don't?"
"Tried once, too annoying. Who needs an enema for that?"
Right, they can't feel pussy sensation.
"Ever watch porn?"
"Pfft, think girls don't?"
"...What kinda stuff?"
"Rarely, but couples fucking... blowjobs?"
"Pure."
"Huh? What do you watch?"
"...Gangbangs, prostitution...?"
"Gangbang... like rape? Whoa, oppa's into that...?"
"....."
Couldn't argue.
"Anyway, show me your tits?"
"Pfft, obvious subject change. Can't say no though. Here."
She lifted her tee from the bottom, exposing her chest. People stared, but she held it up.
"Okay, drop it now."
Clerk arrived.
"Your drinks."
"Thanks~!"
"Appreciate it. Do you do sex service too?"
"Uh... th-that..."
Eun-young's face flushed, stammering.
"...Is there... s-something you w-want...?"
She bit her tongue in embarrassment, asking timidly.
"Suck me."
I whipped out my dick. Every woman in the cafe eyed it.
"A... alright."
She crawled under the table, lips to my cock.
Smack.
"Ahh... slurp..."
Like Ji-na's morning routine, she gripped the shaft with both hands, sucking the head.
People—especially guys—stared under our table. Some had girlfriends fuming, oblivious boyfriends clueless.
I locked eyes with one pissed girlfriend and beckoned. She glanced at her guy, smirked, and came over.
He started to ask where she was going, then shut his mouth seeing me. His frustrated face said he knew she was mine now.
"Slurp... schloop... ahh..."
The clerk kept sucking diligently. Despite her looks, inexperienced—technique raw. I lasted longer than usual, but no need to hold back. I came in her mouth.
"Mmph?! Gulp... gulp..."
Startled by the sudden load, Eun-young calmed and swallowed.
No taste, nearly puked, but she forced it down.
"Hah... s-satisfied...?"
She was mortified. Servicing in her workplace, exposed to everyone. Shame burned, yet her pussy wettened honestly.
"Keep going."
She nodded, burying her face again.
"Here with your sister?"
Su-a snuggled closer.
"Yeah. Bought her a gift, figured we'd stroll."
Su-a looked celeb-hot, the type you'd wonder why she's with that guy. Average tits, but flawless pale skin, long legs—golden ratio. Her man? Buff, tall, plain face, straight hair in a two-block—zero effort.
Love alone didn't explain coming to me so eagerly. I hadn't even ordered her.
"So sweet... Mind if I ask what gift?"
"Uh... Ji-na, what was it?"
"Chanel Classic Medium Caviar Gold-Chain Shoulder Bag. You can't even remember?"
"Hey, watch that tone..."
"Kidding! Hee hee..."
"...."
Cute, so forgiven.
Su-a's eyes sparkled.
"Expensive... Birthday gift?"
"Nah, just bought it. Wanted some boy... whatever, out of stock. Got that instead. Not even much."
3 million daily? 18 million's pocket change.
"Impressive wealth~. What do you do?"
"Manage streetwalkers."
"Ah, you made them yourself?"
"Yup. Ordered 'em to work streets."
Her gaze intensified with admiration. What was with her?
My arm around her shoulder, she nestled deeper willingly.
"Slurp... hah... schmoop... mmph?! Gulp... gulp..."
Came again. She smiled eye-to-eye.
"Cool... I get why everyone obeys you..."
Threat of whoring them out if they don't? But she seemed drawn in voluntarily—fishy, but hot. House girls' level beauty.
I stroked her tit gently.
"Hng..."
Fake moan, but obvious: she wanted to impress.
I'm absolute power incarnate. She sensed it from turning innocents into paid whores.
"Hehe..."
She leaned her head on my chest, sweet breath and shampoo scent teasing my nose.
"Mmph...! Gulp... gulp."
Third load. Eun-young's belly full, but no permission to stop.
Su-a grinned, hand to my crotch, stroking the shaft voluntarily. Clerk switched to mouth only.
"....."
Watching it all, Ji-na felt nothing special.
Oppa attracting girls ain't weird...
Brother raping family like her or Mom, innocent women, taking service, stealing girls—she didn't hate it. Far from it.
Finally living right. Good.
Shut-in jerking off? Infuriating back then. Raping desired women? Way hotter now.
Over-clothes, Su-a's tits felt braless-soft. White blouse, cardigan—stiff fabric, but squishy perfection.
"Mmph...!"
Gulp gulp. Another cum. How many? She must be stuffed.
"Eun-young, full?"
She nodded vigorously. Enough.
"Stop sucking. Get up."
She spat my dick and emerged.
"Bend over the table and masturbate."
"...Yes."
Oo~ Guys cheered.
Face crimson with shame, she draped over, hand under skirt... into stockings... panties... rubbing not pussy, but asshole.
Daily anal preps made it always ready.
"Ngh... ngh..."
Slow hand movements under skirt, soft moans. Guys eyed her flushed face or the bulge.
"Eun-young, virgin?"
"Ugh.... Y-yes..."
"...With that face?"
".......Creepy-looking... bullied..."
".....Okay, keep going."
Poor thing. Dropped it.
"Ngh... yes..."
"Oppa... bored..."
Ji-na whined.
"Come to my left."
Right: Su-a cuddled. Left: sister. Both tits in my hands.
"Oppa, pussy service?"
"Wanna?"
She shed pants, black lace panties aside, mounted me.
Focus shifted from Eun-young's wank to Ji-na's pussy.
"Hoo... people staring, oppa."
"Hate it? I can block 'em."
"Eh... whatever, show 'em today. Feeling good. Hee hee..."
"Cool."
Sister sex for all to see.
"Ah! But no photos..."
"Anyone snapping, delete. Jerk off if you want. Cum on Eun-young fine."
"Ngh... y-yes... cum on me... haa... ♡ love it..."
"Mm..."
Su-a eyed me desperately—later.
"Wait your turn, Su-a."
"Yes."
She started moving. Simple up-down, but guys ate it up.
Glam celeb-look girl fucking, pussy bare.
Most guys jerked to her slit.
Squelch squelch squelch.
"Hoo... good, oppa?"
"Yeah... so good...! Hoo..."
Sister pussy: legendary. Grip and walls rival Mom's.
"Oppa, kiss~?"
Lips to her aegyo pout.
"Ahh... smooch... mm..."
Kissing, heads embraced, she kept riding.
Lover-like with sister, taboo thrill peaking arousal.
House pussies: creampie machines. Walls hug and caress whole shaft.
Mouths can't even cover partial—pussy full-service? No contest.
Squiiirt. Straight creampie in sister's womb.
Filling the "protect" girl's depths with baby seed. No pills—she'd knock up for sure.
"Big load? That good?"
She grinned. Happy just pleasing him with her pussy.
"Fucking amazing... One more?"
"Hee hee. As many as you want."
Surrounded by jerking guys. Window seat—some outside too. Annoying sight, but taboo rush kept 'em going.
My eyes stayed on Ji-na.
"Ngh... Eun-young...! Take it...!"
"Haht... ♡ Yes... cum lots... good boy. Such a good cum."
Panties cum-soaked, she wore them tenderly.
"...Haa..."
Her face permanently flushed now. Arousal or shame?
Squiiirt.
"Hehe, quicker this time."
"Yeah... hoo... one more for real."
Sister gladly remounted for her begging brother.
Her pussy, pubes, ass, hole—all jerk bait. She didn't care. Oppa wanted it.
No sensation, but emotional high from brother sex—no room for else.
She loved her brother.
Minutes of her hip-shaking, another creampie—orgy sex done.
Stared down by guys? Whatever.
I stole real girls—they could have eyes.
She redressed amid their sighs, pants soaked through non-absorbent fabric. Proof of our massive fluids.
Guys came one by one. Service over, rush to relief—Eun-young as cumdump.
She looked gangbanged: clothes, stockings, shoes, top, hands, face, hair—cum everywhere.
"Haa... ♡ hng... ♡"
Stopped wanking, still moaning.
She's horny.
Excited from all the jerking and loads. New whore acquired.
"All done?"
Su-a stood with us, greedier gaze.
Home time—got numbers from Eun-young and Su-a, dispersed.
Taxi home: Ji-na flashed panties for fare. Loaded, but she agreed happily—good mood, extra horny.
Gonna make her expose more. Just exposure. Or Mom. Sis... nah, mental fragility.
Musing thus, I opened the front door.