Case 1: Oh Suyeon (26, Housewife) — Part 3

"I see. And was it after that when you had lunch?"

Oh: "Yes. I asked if he wanted me to whip up something simple, but he told me to order delivery instead. Dongsaeng said he was craving pizza, so we ordered pizza. But when placing the order, he strangely told me not to tell the driver to leave it at the door like we usually do, but to receive it in person. And to pay in cash."

"I felt like he had something up his sleeve, but I did as I was told. In the meantime, Dongsaeng's cock had swollen up again, so I was sitting on the couch sucking him off."

"Then the delivery arrived, so I went out to receive it. Dongsaeng followed me right to the entrance, and the second I pulled open the door, he suddenly shoved it inside me."

"So that was his angle."

Oh: "Exactly. I had a feeling something like that might happen, but he grabbed my waist tight so I couldn't pull away and started pounding into me violently. Right there at the front door, the delivery person was watching the whole thing. I took the pizza and handed him the cash, and he began taking his sweet time counting change that looked like he'd already prepared in the exact amount."

"Quite the front-row seat, after all."

Oh: "Right? So from behind, Dongsaeng was railing me with everything he had, while in front, the delivery guy was pretending to count change while letting his eyes crawl stickily all over my body. It wasn't like there was anything I could do about it, so all I could manage was an awkward smile."

"Since I'd already worked him up pretty good on the couch beforehand, Dongsaeng was already close to the edge. He was muttering to himself that he was about to cum, so I thought it'd be over soon, but then he suddenly told me to tear open the pizza box."

"Ah, I can see where this is going."

Oh: "Can't you? With him pounding into me from behind, there was no way I could bend over to open it, but the delivery guy who was pretending to count change went ahead and opened the box for me. My jaw just dropped, completely stunned. And in that split second, Dongsaeng pulled his cock out and sprayed his semen right across the open pizza. Precisely over just half of it, too."

"Having squeezed out every last drop, Dongsaeng walked back inside panting for breath with the pizza in hand, while I was left standing there like a fool. But the delivery person just kept lingering by the door. So I snatched the change out of his hand, slammed the door shut, and went back inside."

"And there Dongsaeng was, happily stuffing his face all by himself. Whew... in that moment, even if he was my little brother, I really felt like I ought to give him a piece of my mind."

"So did you lose your temper?"

Oh: "I stomped over with every intention of scolding him, but the moment I looked at his phone screen, I ended up feeling so proud of him for drizzling on the toppings I love so much."

"Your emotions certainly seemed to swing wildly that day."

Oh: "They really did, didn't they? Thinking back on it step by step now, there does seem to be a bit of a pattern."

"Every time you looked at his phone, that happened. Do you think it had any influence?"

Oh: "I don't think so. Dongsaeng said it wasn't, so it must not be."

"Understood. So did you enjoy your lunch?"

Oh: "Semen and pizza actually go together surprisingly well. Though I suppose sharing it with Dongsaeng made it taste even better." (laughs)

"After eating, I had to get started on the chores, but Dongsaeng simply refused to peel himself away from me. So we were basically stuck together at the hip while I somehow managed to get things done."

"While I was doing the dishes, he stayed buried inside me from behind, kneading my breasts relentlessly, sucking on my ears, and kissing my neck. I told him not to move around too much since dropping the plates would be dangerous."

"So the second I finished, before I could even take off the rubber gloves, he pinched both of my nipples and yanked them forward while hammering into me from behind. He turned my head back to keep tangling our tongues together until he pulled out and shot his load."

"When I laid out the dried laundry in the living room to fold it, he lay down right there on the floor and told me to get on top and fold them in the cowgirl position. So with him plugged deep inside me, I folded the laundry while straddling his body."

"Then once that was finished, while the bedsheets were washing and the robot vacuum was running, we lay down completely flush against each other on the couch. What did he call it again... a 'deep-kiss lovey-dovey quickie'? That's the phrase he taught me. So we went for another round like that."

"That must have been quite a hassle."

Oh: "Mmm... it was definitely a bit inconvenient, but it felt so good that I didn't really mind. Occasionally he'd pinch my nipples and yank on them so hard that I'd tell him to stop, but then he'd just flash his phone screen at me again."

"And did it start feeling good right after that?"

Oh: "(laughs) It felt like it was going to become a habit. Now, whenever I'm home alone or bored, I catch myself giving them little tugs, too. Doing all of that wiped me out physically, so once we finished, the two of us just fell asleep right where we lay."

"After sleeping for quite some time, the sound of the front door opening woke me up. That was when I realized the bedsheets were still sitting in the washing machine, and I hadn't prepared a single thing for dinner."

"I scrambled up in a panic and rushed over to greet Oppa, and he looked completely stunned. I think he assumed I'd just stepped out of the shower. But then he walked into the living room and practically jumped out of his skin when he saw Dongsaeng lying there."

"That was the first time your husband and Dongsaeng met, correct?"

Oh: "That's right. Technically speaking, it was my first day meeting him too."

"Since I hadn't explained anything to Oppa yet, I tried to reassure him that he wasn't some stranger, that he was my younger brother. But Oppa just looked at me like I had lost my mind. He started yelling, asking where on earth I had a brother from, treating me like a complete lunatic... Honestly, I had never seen Oppa like that before."

"No matter how much I tried to calm him down, he just grew more agitated. Right then, Dongsaeng sat up and flashed his phone screen at him once. That settled everything instantly. Oppa looked so thoroughly ashamed of himself that he knelt down before Dongsaeng of his own accord to take his punishment."

"Just as Dongsaeng had forgiven me earlier, he forgave Oppa as well. But because Oppa was so tall, Dongsaeng set a condition that he had to crawl around the house on his knees from then on."

"Only after receiving Dongsaeng's permission was Oppa allowed to live with us, and that was how life between the three of us began. The deed to the apartment might be in our names, but the true master of the house is Dongsaeng, after all."

"Your Dongsaeng does seem to have quite a considerate personality."

Oh: "He really does. When we have sex, he doesn't pull my hair too roughly. Even when he leaves bite marks on my chest, he never bites down hard enough to truly hurt. Just seeing that kind of thoughtfulness shows you how good of a person he is."

"There was even a moment that evening that genuinely touched my heart. Originally, only Dongsaeng and I were supposed to sit at the dining table. Dongsaeng had initially told Oppa to eat off the floor, but then he remarked that a person needs to eat their meals properly, so he told Oppa to sit up at the table with us."

"That was the very first ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time I ever saw Oppa cry tears of gratitude. Watching that made me choke up, too. That evening, Oppa was happily eating the meal I'd cooked for him, while from my seat, I was giving Dongsaeng a lactation handjob... Ah..."

—Tears begin to well up around the corners of her eyes. Naturally, I pull out a tissue and hand it to her.

Oh: "Thank you. Anyway, this overwhelming wave of happiness just washed over me. Sitting around the dining table with the people I love, watching them eat the food I prepared, nursing at my breast while I stroke Dongsaeng's cock... it was just so fulfilling."

"Days like that continued one after another. Taking in Dongsaeng's sexual urges late into the night... Oh, Oppa slept in the small guest bedroom instead of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the master bedroom."

"Dragging my tired body out of bed in the morning to prepare breakfast for Oppa before he left for work, and while Oppa ate, Dongsaeng would wake up and ram into me from behind... It was the start of another day overflowing with warmth and bliss blooming inside my chest."

"And I'd spend the entire day tending to Dongsaeng's desires while keeping up with the housework. At first, my blowjobs left a lot to be desired, but reaching the point where Dongsaeng actually praised me made me feel so accomplished. Nowadays, I can do the dishes while taking him inside me without breaking a sweat."

"It sounds like the picture of an ideal household."

Oh: "I thought so too. But there was just one small regret lingering in my heart."

"And what was that?"

Oh: "Back then, I couldn't produce any breast milk. Of course, since I wasn't pregnant, not lactating was completely natural, but somehow it felt like such a shame."

"If my own body could become the source of nourishment that built up my little brother's flesh and blood, how truly wonderful that would be. So I sat the two of them down and made an announcement."

"'I want to get pregnant.'"

"How did the two of them react?"

Oh: "Well, at first both of them were thrilled. Oppa mentioned that he'd actually wanted a baby early on, and that he was ready whenever I was."

"Dongsaeng congratulated us warmly as well, saying that any child resembling the two of us was bound to be beautiful. But right then, Oppa and I turned to each other with identical expressions: What is he talking about?"

"I mean, Dongsaeng was creampieing my pussy every single day, so naturally both Oppa and I assumed we'd be having Dongsaeng's baby."

"When we said that, Dongsaeng looked completely horrified. When I asked why, he explained that he was here for the sex, not to commit brood parasitism. Above all, he said that the responsibility for a new life was something the two of us had to shoulder together."

"Were you or your Dongsaeng using some form of contraception?"

Oh: "No, nothing like that. He simply said that his semen alone wasn't capable of impregnating anyone. He told us that if the two of us decided to have a child, he could just go find another woman instead, which honestly hurt my feelings quite a bit back then."

"Even so, as I kept pleading with him, he asked why on earth I wanted a baby so badly in the first place. When I explained that I wanted to produce breast milk so I could nurse him with it, he simply replied that doing that was easy enough."

"Producing breast milk was easy?"

Oh: "Yes. In practice, it really was that simple. Dongsaeng just flashed his phone screen at me once, and from that moment on, milk started trickling out little by little. Oh, it flows wonderfully even now. Here, let me show you."

—She brings an empty cup up to one of her breasts and gives it a firm, steady squeeze. A vigorous spray ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of white milk shoots out from multiple pores across the nipple, arcing cleanly into the cup.

"Wow, that's an incredible volume."

Oh: "Isn't it? Milk started flowing like that back then, and nowadays it comes out so easily that it's almost a problem. When Dongsaeng was living with us, he sucked on them constantly so it wasn't an issue, but whenever he's out running errands, my breasts keep filling right back up. I have to pump them dry every single day just to stay comfortable."

"In that case, couldn't you ask your Dongsaeng to make the milk stop?"

Oh: "Oh no. Keeping my breasts full of milk at all times so my little brother can come nurse whenever he pleases—that's the heart of a devoted older sister. Whenever he stops by the house, I serve him tea brewed with fresh breast milk or give him a milk-drenched paizuri, and he loves it so much. When we're having sex, I make sure to squeeze and squirt it out generously, too."

"If you don't mind, would you care for a cup freshly brewed?"

"Ah, well... I'd be honored."

—At my reply, she smiles warmly and heads to the kitchen, returning shortly with a freshly brewed cup of dark tea. Bringing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠teacup to her chest, she firmly kneads her breast just as she demonstrated before. A forceful burst of rich white milk erupts into the cup, gradually clouding the deep amber hue of the tea. Once the liquid turns thoroughly opaque, she gives it a gentle stir and hands it over to me.

"Mmm. This is remarkably delicious."

Oh: "Isn't it? That's all thanks to Dongsaeng's hard work, too. From the very beginning, he kept using his phone screen to refine the flavor. Whenever there's extra left over, I share it with Oppa, and he insists it tastes far better than anything you can buy in a store."

"I see. Well, we're nearing the end of our time today. Is there anything else you'd like to share before we wrap up?"

Oh: "It hasn't been very long since I embraced living in the nude, but it feels so wonderful that I honestly wonder how I ever survived before this. Why don't all of you try letting go of your inhibitions for once? Shedding your clothes isn't merely about exposing your body—it's about becoming truly free. I wholeheartedly recommend it to everyone."

"And if you can manage it, having sex with Dongsaeng, too." (laughs)

"Understood. Thank you very much for your time today."

—She didn't just walk me to the front door; she escorted me all the way down to the apartment complex's shared entrance, entirely naked. Even I could feel the burning stares of the men we passed in the hallways, yet her expression remained perfectly serene and bright. Smiling warmly as she saw me off, her bare form looked more unfettered and liberated than anyone I had ever seen.