Sisters' Quarrel and Mother's Ripe Desires
“Haah… I can’t go see Oppa today…”
“Yeah…”
The atmosphere in the house without Minhyuk was utterly gloomy.
It had been less than 24 hours since his hospitalization, but Yuna and Yuri were already feeling the void he left behind.
Minhyuk didn’t often come out of his room anyway, and he stuck to weird meals like endless chicken breast and strange foods, so they hadn’t interacted with him that much. Still, there was no doubt he was incredibly precious to them.
“Unnie, what are you gonna do with your Oppa usage right?”
“Me…? Oh, I dunno, whatever.”
“Just… curious.”
The two blushed slightly as they eyed each other.
Deep down, Yuri and Yuna both knew.
The person sitting right in front of them wasn’t just family anymore.
She’s still wet behind the ears…
Hmph… I’m an adult now too, you know?
To each of them, the other was a rival. A competitor vying for Minhyuk.
Males were extremely rare in this world.
And in such an environment, any glimpse of a man sent women’s libidos skyrocketing.
Of course, the two didn’t realize this yet. They were just instinctively following their bodies’ urges.
Yuri craved direct physical contact with Minhyuk, like hugs, while Yuna loved it when her reliable Oppa doted on her and protected her.
They’d found a compromise since their needs didn’t overlap much—or so they thought. But now, with usage rights for both at the same time, they started watching each other warily.
Anyone could see they planned to use their rights the moment Minhyuk got home from the hospital. No way they’d yield.
“You just want head pats, right? You can get those on the car ride home.”
“But it’s a usage right! In the car, you’ll be snuggled right up in Oppa’s arms, grinning like an idiot!”
“W-who’s grinning like an idiot?!”
The house suddenly erupted in chaos. Then a shout came from the kitchen.
“Both of you, cut it out!”
Yura, their mother who’d just finished the dishes, finally snapped after enduring their endless bickering.
“If you keep obsessing over Minhyuk like this, how do you plan to survive without male support later?!”
“Without Oppa… live on…?”
“Nngh… No way…”
The sudden thought of losing Minhyuk plunged Yuri and Yuna into gloom.
Having landed that blow, Yura sent them to their rooms for some reflection.
Staring at their firmly shut doors, Yura retreated to her own room.
“‘Use’ Minhyuk? For what? And why did he give those two a full hour each? Such a waste…”
Lying comfortably on her bed, Yura grumbled to herself. Ever since yesterday morning, her body had been changing.
“Ngh…♡ I never felt like this before…”
*Squish*
Running a finger between her legs, sticky fluid coated it blatantly.
Just imagining her son had her body this heated already.
But what irked her most were her two daughters.
He’s my son…
Of course he’s mine.
Who are they to decide who gets what?
“I… even got a kiss on the cheek… Ahh♡”
Yura started playing with her fingers inside her pussy freely.
Yes. Her body was like a fully ripened fruit, aching to be plucked as soon as possible.
“Hng… A body like this is one in a million… But does Minhyuk hate my uselessly huge tits like other guys…?”
Male tastes varied worldwide, but there was one overwhelmingly popular type.
A slim, slender figure.
But Yura’s body was voluptuously plump—at best—or fat, at worst.
And she had one major complex.
“These… these tits…♡”
Already deep in masturbation, Yura had stripped off her clothes one by one, now fully naked.
She squeezed her breasts hard, blaming her figure that went against men’s preferences.
“I wanna rip them off… They’re too big, inconvenient, and hated… Might as well…”
Of course, it was just talk. She’d never actually do it—unless Minhyuk himself demanded it.
“But… maybe Minhyuk will like them… just maybe…”
With that, Yura spun her fantasies anew.
-Mom, why do you look so pale? Are you sick…?
“Haht… My body, it’s weird…!”
In her imagination, she and Minhyuk were alone at home. Her daughters were off at university classes.
Minhyuk, who’d nearly been assaulted by girls at his vocational college and quit due to trauma, now helped with household chores.
Yura had been a working woman too, but she’d reported her son’s situation to her superiors and taken leave with approval.
Trying to teach him simple chores during their time together… but it wasn’t going smoothly.
At least from her perspective.
Every time he lifted something heavy or rolled up his sleeves for dishes, his thick forearms bulged with veins like they’d burst. It was impossibly masculine, making her heart race.
And in her fantasy, Minhyuk wrapped those thick arms around her from behind.
-Mom, are you hurt? I’m worried.
Feeling his solid, muscular body against her back, she decided to be honest.
“It’s kinda weird to say this, but… I love you so much, Minhyuk. Not just as my son—as a man…”
-M-Mom?!
She grabbed the arms embracing her—one hand to her breast, the other to her soaked crotch.
Of course, in reality, she was groping herself.
Imagining Minhyuk’s embrace, Yura continued masturbating, pinching her protruding nipples.
-Mom… your pussy’s soaking wet. And your nipples are rock hard…
“Ahh… Th-that’s…?! Nnghooh♡”
-What a slutty body you have, Mom. Which son would love a mom who cums so easily from her boy’s touch?
Her masturbation peaked with vivid imagination, a bursting sensation building below.
“Aaah… I-I’m cumming…! Cumming cumming cuuummiiing♡ Nngyiiii♡♡♡!!!”
*Squiiirt splash splash*
Lying back on the bed lost in fantasy, pussy juice sprayed everywhere. But Yura didn’t care.
“Minhyuk… so good… Uhnngh…♡”
After yesterday’s cheek kiss and her first masturbation, she’d discovered the true nature of pleasure.
She could no longer face Minhyuk squarely.
He wasn’t just her cute son anymore.
Now, he was the one who’d embrace her—the lifelong partner she craved.
“Nngh… Haaah…♡”
Savoring the afterglow, Yura brought her breast-groping hand to her mouth.
She sucked her middle and ring fingers wildly.
“Hurp slurrrp mmmph♡”
-Hah… Mom’s saliva is so sweet and addictive… I want more…
Despite just climaxing, she imagined lying in bed with Minhyuk, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies.
Her hypersensitive body gushed clear fluid from below nonstop.
*Squelch squelch squelch*
Her mind was fully dominated by lust now.
“Hng…♡ Minhyuk… slurp…”
And so Yura kept masturbating alone in her room until dinnertime.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, I’d finished dinner and was spending alone time with Suyeong noona again.
“…♡”
But this time, her eyes were even more unfocused than before.
Her slightly open mouth had her tongue lolling out, drool pooling on the floor. Her lower half was drenched, forming another puddle.
I’d lost count of how many puddles she’d made since I was admitted—she was that juicy.
But my goal during this hospital stay was clear.
Make Suyeong noona lose control and beg to shove it in her pussy.
Yet Park Minhyuk, proud son of Korea, faced his toughest challenge yet.
At this rate, I’d break first and ram it in.