A Man Settles Into Lee Yeryeong's Heart
A man had taken root in Lee Yeryeong's heart.
That man was Yang Dajun.
She had liked him even back when they were little, but the grown-up version of him had become the kind of man who stirred a woman's possessive instincts.
"You like our Unni, don't you, Oppa?"
"...Why do you ask?"
"That's just how it looks to me. Am I right?"
"...Yeah."
That little nod, followed by him squirming in place, set a fire blazing in Lee Yeryeong's chest.
Haah... you're so cute, Oppa.
She wanted to treasure that embarrassed expression of his for the rest of her life. Every little gesture he made had started to look adorable, and the things she'd already found lovable were becoming all the more lovable still.
Lee Yeryeong could no longer hold back what she felt.
"I like you too, Oppa. Mmhm..."
And so she confessed her heart to a man for the very first time.
Because if Unni loved him, then she had no choice but to fall for him too.
Unni would love only Oppa, which meant he would be her own first and last man as well.
"What are you even saying..."
That innocent look of his, utterly at a loss over being told she liked him — it made her chest hum and tingle.
I want to hold you.
She wanted to gather him into her arms and keep him exactly like this forever. She wanted to make her precious baby boy surrender himself to her entirely.
But...
Oppa was hopelessly clueless about women.
Left alone, there was no telling when he and Unni might actually start dating. And worst of all, some other woman might snatch him away first.
So she simply couldn't sit still and do nothing.
Lee Yeryeong resolved to teach Oppa everything a woman could show him.
Don't worry, Oppa. I'll make you into a real man.
Lee Yeryeong was confident in her feminine charm.
She'd lived her whole life drowning in confessions, with men falling head over heels and courting her before she ever had to lift a finger.
Granted, she had no experience with men herself — but that was fine. Romance, at its core, was a woman leading a man by the hand.
"Oppa..."
With a hot breath, Lee Yeryeong let her voice go sticky and sweet as she closed in on Yang Dajun.
With his zero immunity to women, he flinched the closer she got. Lee Yeryeong swept her hair over to one side and asked,
"Oppa, how do I look?"
"What do you mean... you have a boyfriend."
Lee Yeryeong laughed inwardly at his naivety.
He really doesn't get what it means when a woman says she likes him. She found that innocence far too endearing to resent, so she reached her hand out toward him.
"I don't have a boyfriend, though?"
Smiling, she brushed his forehead with her fingertips. The way his face flushed red on the spot was almost comically easy to read. She liked it so much that she gently pushed his bangs back for him.
"Our Oppa doesn't know a single thing about me."
But I feel like I know everything about you.
Pressing in on the Oppa she adored with a voice honeyed to the point of dripping, she thought to herself.
He startles at the mere touch of a hand — how can a boy this hopelessly susceptible to women have kept himself hidden until now?
Oppa, you're making me like you more and more.
Lee Yeryeong recalled how Oppa had acted just moments ago. The contrast with the boy standing in front of her now was delicious.
Ba-dump, ba-dump...
Her heart hammered, and a tingling heat spread from her lower belly outward. It stirred her woman's heart so violently that her body practically lunged forward on its own.
Thrusting out her ample chest, Lee Yeryeong pressed herself firmly against him.
"Ugh... d-don't do that..."
Shy as ever.
Could it be he liked a woman's body and simply hadn't realized it yet? His heart had been pounding away for a while now.
Lee Yeryeong pressed in even closer, straining to catch the heartbeat drumming through his chest.
"Mmm. Oppa, you like my chest, don't you?"
"No I don't..."
"I saw you peeking at Unni's earlier, you know?"
She said it knowing full well the answer already. Her dirty-minded Oppa. Lee Yeryeong found even that side of him cute, and stroked his hair soothingly.
"You're a naughty boy, Oppa."
"Stop it..."
He wriggled and squirmed, protesting for her to stop — and yet his cock was steadily swelling all the same.
Ah. So you do see me as a woman too, Oppa.
At how unmistakably obvious his reaction was, Lee Yeryeong clenched her thighs without even meaning to.
Yes, Oppa...!
A hot, swirling sensation rose from her lower belly and spread through her entire body.
Between her legs, that soft valley throbbed and whined, growing damp with every passing second.
She felt so good she could barely keep the pleasure from overflowing.
The Oppa Unni loves. The Oppa who loves Unni. And yet here was her Oppa, hard and aching just from her touch.
What do I do... Oppa, you turn me on so much...
The thought of wanting him for herself — of wanting what Unni had — sent her heart racing wildly.
She wasn't trying to steal him. She just wanted to squeeze herself into the space between the two of them, and that alone set her body ablaze.
Lee Yeryeong had to bite her lip to hold back the smile that kept threatening to break out of her.
While slyly squeezing her thighs together, she ran her hands over every inch of his body.
"W-we can't do this..."
"Just stay still, Oppa."
Oppa was belatedly struggling against her, but it was pointless.
A tiny little boy like him could never win against a woman.
All he had to do was melt into a woman's arms and spill his thick, heavy seed for her.
No matter how hard he thrashed, a male was born to be devoured by the female — nothing more, nothing less.
It felt as though the Oppa before her had been born solely to be cradled in her arms, and her legs trembled at the thought.
Ah... look at you, cock standing so proud and stiff.
A magnificent, oversized cock, evolved to desperately reach the woman meant for it.
She was still a virgin who'd never taken a man — yet her instincts alone told her that what Oppa carried between his legs was anything but ordinary.
Thump...♡
That was simply a woman's instinct — the urge to carry a good man's child.
You think no one's noticed? Something this big?
Oppa was doing his best to act unbothered, but all he managed was to radiate that thick, musky scent of a male in heat.
A cock that left a woman's crotch soaked through. A big, thick, magnificent cock that made a woman's lower belly sing and quiver.
Lee Yeryeong began to picture it — Oppa with his cock rigid and upright, rocking his hips for a woman's sake.
Pressing his flesh against hers with that thick, heavy cock, all for his woman.
Falling so deep into his woman that he'd know the simple honor of belly-to-belly, and be grateful for it.
Finally pinned beneath his woman, leaking precum in long glistening strands until his blood blazed hot, begging to offer his precious seed deep, deep into her womb.
Ah.
In Lee Yeryeong's imagination, Yang Dajun was already thrusting into Unni's pussy.
Pounding away until love juices spilled out of Yurim's virgin pussy, pouring his love into her with every inch of that thick cock.
Watching Unni devour that cock, Lee Yeryeong found herself craving Oppa's cock with a hunger she couldn't suppress a second longer.
Hurry up and stuff my pussy too, Oppa.
Because if Unni loved only Oppa, then she, too, would come to love only Oppa.
Ba-dump, ba-dump...
Lee Yeryeong could barely contain her pounding heart. Her gaze kept drifting back to Oppa no matter how she tried. The boy before her, glancing around nervously as if trembling from fear, was simply too precious.
If not for the sound of Unni coming back, she might not have stopped.
"Heh..."
From now on, she'd spoil Oppa little by little, whenever the chance arose.
She'd have to train him patiently, step by step — this naive boy so flustered by the smallest brush of a woman's hand.
And so, all the way until their study session ended, Lee Yeryeong kept stealing secret glances at Yang Dajun.
Oppa, I'll keep watching over you.
Forever and ever,
right behind Unni's back.
"Okay, that's it for today. Wow, we finished fast."
"Aaagh..."
By the time the study session ended, it was early evening. A grueling stretch of time made worse by how little focus I'd managed. The one mercy was that it hadn't dragged on into the middle of the night.
Heh.
Because if it had, something down below might have well and truly exploded.
Checking the time, Yurim and I gathered our things and headed out together, deciding to walk home the same way since our houses were in the same direction.
Maybe because she'd finally gotten to spend real time with me, Yurim looked noticeably brighter, chattering on about this and that.
"...Hehe, so that time, remember when..."
"What, back when we..."
"...Almost didn't make it. We nearly..."
As I listened to her talk, the scenery around us shifted street by street without my noticing.
But I couldn't fully lose myself in the conversation.
Because of Lee Yeryeong.
Guess I'll be running into her again...
The reunion had come completely out of left field, and the way she'd come on to me had been so stimulating that settling my heart down was no easy task.
My heart was pounding like I'd pulled all-nighters for days straight out of sheer anticipation.
Somehow, I found myself standing in front of our house before I knew it. My chest was still going wild, but I took a deep breath, shook the stray thoughts loose, and waved at Yurim.
"Come in and have some coffee before you go."
"Nah, I'm good. I'm scared Dami's gonna glare at me again."
Yurim waved her hands in frantic refusal. The way she shuddered while pulling an exaggerated grimace made it clear she was joking.
I traded a look with her for a moment, then deliberately leaned away and sent her off with a big, booming laugh.
"Kek kek, see ya then."
"Oya, see you tomorrow."
Waving her hand, Yurim turned and walked away. I saw her off until the moment she turned her back on me and vanished into the distance.
Then I reached for our front door.
...
A strange premonition suddenly washed over me.
No way, right?
"Uh..."
I was right. The moment I opened the door, there stood Yang Dami, waiting for me.
"Idiot."
Heheh...
My little sister was angry. The instant Yang Dami saw me, she called me an idiot right to my face, then spun around and stormed off.
"Hey, hey — Yang Dami..."
I scrambled to grab her, but too late. She gave her big brother the complete cold shoulder and marched inside alone.
Tragic, honestly.
Thankfully, my older sister at least welcomed me home.
The instant Yang Dahee heard me come in, she dashed to the door and greeted me with a beaming face.
"Did you get a lot of studying done?"
"Of course."
"Hmhm, look at you. Come here, give me a hug."
She spread her arms first and pulled me into a hug all on her own. Hearing her welcome me home so warmly, I relaxed and gave her a playful squeeze in return.
"Aaack, you're gonna snap me in half."
"No I won't, hehe..."
A sister who truly adored her little brother, that much was clear. Siblings hugging and giggling — the laughter just kept bubbling out of both of us.
But then Yang Dahee, still grinning from ear to ear, suddenly froze.
"Hold on, I was holding my little brother's body and... huh?"
Yang Dahee pulled her face away from me and abruptly scrunched up her nose.
She let out one bewildered sound after another, tilting her head back and forth, so I furrowed my brow and asked,
"Sis, what's wrong?"
"Hmm...?"
Yang Dahee began staring at me with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Then she slowly leaned in close and inhaled.
"Sniff... hng... hmmm... hnng."
?
My older sister was sniffing her little brother.
Sensing something was very wrong, I tried to pull away, but Yang Dahee wouldn't let me go. No matter how I wriggled, I couldn't break free of her grip.
Ugh, Dahee, what's gotten into you all of a sudden...
She kept sniffing away for ages, and honestly it was getting embarrassing. No matter how much I squirmed, she stubbornly kept her face buried against me, drinking in my scent.
It was only a while later that Yang Dahee finally loosened her arms.
"Sis?"
"..."
Yang Dahee just stared at me with a dark, unreadable look.
"Sis, why are you being like this?"
"..."
Yang Dahee sharply turned her head away and walked straight inside without another word.
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