Childhood Friend, Childhood Friend. Older Brother, Younger Sister.
"What are you doing, Dami? Snap out of it."
"Uh, wh-what?"
Yang Dami blinked, snapping out of her daze as she turned to her friend. Her friend, who had been shaking her shoulder, gestured with her chin toward the monitor.
[The ammunition depot has been hit!]
[Main gun damaged!]
[Tank destroyed. Unable to move.]
The sounds that had been muffled, as if she were underwater, suddenly became crystal clear. While she was lost in thought, she had been defeated by her opponent.
"Damn it..."
"Why can't you focus today?"
"Ugh, argh. Sorry. I was just thinking about something."
Yang Dami clicked the exit button and slumped back into her chair. She couldn't focus on the game because her mind kept wandering.
'Idiot.'
She was thinking about her "older brother." He had said he’d be with Lee Yurim, but then he’d gone and added that unnecessary bit about not worrying.
"Haa..."
Feeling stifled, Yang Dami ruffled her hair aggressively. Her neatly styled short bob was left in a disheveled mess by her rough hands.
'It’s not that I don’t trust Yurim-unnie, but...'
The very fact that he was going to be home alone with a woman who wasn't family just felt uncomfortable in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. Yang Dami sighed and glared at the box of chocolates sitting beside her. It was a box decorated with heart shapes.
'Damn it, I shouldn't have bought these.'
She shoved the useless chocolates away. She could hear her friend snickering beside her, but she just stared blankly at the monitor.
Before she knew it, it was lunchtime.
"Dami, let's go get something to eat."
"Yeah, let's."
They walked out of the PC bang, footsteps heavy.
"Ah."
She stopped dead in her tracks just as they were about to enter a restaurant.
"Dami, what's wrong?"
"Sorry."
"Hey, what now!"
Leaving her friend standing there with arms spread in disbelief, she bolted straight for home.
On the way, she sent a text to Yang Dajun.
He couldn't even feed himself properly when he was alone. And Lee Yurim would be there too. He wouldn't even be able to host a guest properly.
'I should buy three, right?'
Yang Dami stopped at a nearby shop and walked out with her hands full. Between the lunch boxes and the heart-shaped chocolates, it was all incredibly embarrassing. She felt like everyone around her was staring.
Yang Dami ran like an arrow, her breath hitching.
"Ha, haa... damn it... what am I even doing, seriously..."
Her short hair was windswept from sprinting through the streets. Only when she arrived in front of her house did she stop to fix it. She was panting, and for some reason, her face felt hot.
'Damn it. There's no way I'm nervous. Idiot, my heart is pounding right now... it's just because I'm frustrated.'
She shook her head, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Then, she kicked the door open and marched inside.
"Hey, Yang Dajun!"
She shouted with her usual sharp, ringing voice as she entered. She whipped her head around, searching for Dajun's whereabouts.
"Oh..."
Yang Dami tilted her head. There was no one in the living room. Instead, a small bedroom door slowly creaked open, and a wave of stifling, heated air poured out.
What Yang Dami saw before her were a man and a woman walking out, sluggish and dazed.
"Oh... Dami, you're here."
"H-hi, Dami..."
It was the scent—a thick, erotic smell that hit the back of her brain with a dull throb.
***
A little while ago.
Lee Yurim had scooped me up and carried me into the room. With a heavy thud, she climbed onto the bed, then pinned me down, her hands braced against the mattress. Her gaze was intense.
"Lee Yurim, what are you doing?"
"I'll finish this quickly. Hehehe."
"Damn it, stop. Didn't I say Dami's coming?"
"Huuuuh... just stay still."
She wouldn't let me go, rubbing her face against my body. Our skin, slick with sweat we hadn't wiped away, slid against each other. A wet, squelching sound echoed in the room. The breasts of my childhood friend, soft like pressed dough, flattened against me... My cock was starting to swell again.
'Lee Yurim, you're really not listening to me.'
I grabbed her breasts firmly.
"Ahk."
"Does it hurt? Get off, quick."
"Oh, no? It feels good, actually...? Hehehe."
She just giggled. Lee Yurim grabbed my hands, trying to force my fists to clench. I narrowed my eyes and tried to push her away, but it was useless.
"No matter how hard you squeeze, it just feels like you're teasing me. Puhuhu..."
She had stimulated my nipples. They were standing straight up now.
'Lee Yurim, you're so lewd. The fact that they're pink... it means you haven't been touched often.'
Without thinking, I pinched her nipple.
"Hyaak...!"
The girl let out a moan, and saliva dripped from her lips. A thin, glistening thread of it fell onto my face. Lee Yurim tried to lick it off.
"Slurp, smack..."
"Ah, stop being so gross."
"Hey. We've even kissed, so don't be like that. Smooch... smooch..."
She kissed every inch of me. Not just my lips, but my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. She even licked my jawline, marking her territory.
'She's like a puppy...'
I had to squeeze my eyes shut at the scent of the girl's saliva, which stung my senses. I took deep breaths, trying to suppress the throbbing of my cock. Lee Yurim kept rubbing against my crotch, her juices flowing freely.
'My sexual desire won't die down. Are all girls like this?'
Even I was surprised, so I tried to stop her.
"Get off, quick. What are you going to do if Dami catches us like this?"
"Hmm... then should we lock the door and do it?"
Lee Yurim started to stand up. I hurriedly tried to grab her arm, but I lost my balance. I ended up hanging off her back.
"Ugh."
Her body was soft. 'I have to appeal to her sympathy here. This makes me look like I'm triggering her maternal instincts.' I hugged her waist tightly, rubbing my face against her as I pleaded.
"Don't lock the door..."
"Why? You said we shouldn't get caught."
"If you lock it, you'll just do it for longer. I just..."
"Just what?"
When I hesitated, Lee Yurim turned to look at me. She had the body of a mature woman. She pulled me in, burying my face in her breasts, and while stroking my cock with one hand, she urged me to answer.
"Why did you stop talking? Don't lock it, and then what?"
"H-huuh... j-just..."
With my cock standing tall and leaking pre-cum, I begged her.
"Hurry... just take me once and finish it..."
A moment of silence. Lee Yurim stared at me with her mouth agape.
"Wow... you really..."
She stretched out her arms, watched my cock twitching from a distance, and then hugged me again. We tumbled onto the bed, and I was swallowed by her body. My cock was devoured by her wet, dripping cunt.
"Haak, haak... you get this hard and then ask me to do it just once. You're ridiculous... haak..."
"It's all because of you, Lee Yurim..."
"Ah, what are you talking about again?"
Lee Yurim asked, pausing her hip movements. She swayed gently, rubbing her clitoris against my glans. I pondered what to say to make her happy, then turned my head away, pretending to blush.
"You made my body so lewd..."
"Ah... hah-hehe..."
Lee Yurim let out a dry laugh, her tongue caught between her front teeth. It was an embarrassing thing to say, even for me. I couldn't bring myself to look at her, but Lee Yurim sucked on my neck.
"Hup."
"Ack, why do you keep sucking?"
"My seal of approval."
It was a mark to show that I was her man, so no one else should touch me. A stinging sensation, like a puncture wound, kept rising.
'Ha... this is so good.'
The girl wants me. She wants me so much she can't wait and pounces on me. And just like that, I'm being taken by a girl. My wish had come true overnight.
'I want to keep going, but I should finish this quickly.'
I stopped pretending to be weak and decided to move with her. I matched my hips to her rhythm as she rode me.
"Haak... what is this, Yang Dajun... you're moving?"
"You're making me feel so strange... I want to finish this quickly."
"Hehehe, go ahead and try."
The corners of her mouth curled up. Biting her lip as if to challenge me, she lifted her hips, matching our tempo. The bed creaked loudly.
Creak, creak, creak, creak!
The scent of a female in heat filled the air.
"Ahk, haak! Haak, haang! Why are you so good at this, hehehe... haaang!"
"Ugh, I'm going to cum."
"Ah... hehehe, cum in my mouth. Here... ahhh."
Lee Yurim opened her mouth wide and swallowed it all at once. It surged up from within me. Lee Yurim loved having her mouth full of my sticky cum.
"Hup... ha-wup... haa... It's so thick. Haaang..."
"You shouldn't eat that..."
"I don't care. I'm going to eat it all. Hup... gulp... phew..."
She sucked her cheeks in, just like she'd seen in some video. She sucked until she reached the root. She was a girl with as much tenacity as the years she’d spent harboring a one-sided love for me.
'I feel like my body is floating away.'
My limbs felt languid. I needed to check the time and clean up, but everything felt like a chore.
"Yang Dajun, are you tired?"
"Of course I am..."
"I'm not."
She’d taken me several times, yet she still showed lingering attachment. She rubbed her thighs against me persistently, as if she still hadn't had enough. This lewd "childhood friend" who wanted to milk me dry...
I looked at Lee Yurim, my eyes blinking slowly as if I were exhausted.
"Lee Yurim, are you just acting tough because you're a girl? How can you not be tired?"
"Hehehe, it's because I like doing it with you. I could do this forever."
"Whatever..."
I let out a dry laugh. It was a conversation like philotalk. We just exchanged laughs in the stifling heat. 'Well, I guess I wouldn't be tired either if I were sleeping with the girl I liked.' If I didn't have this body, I would have been running around all over the place too. Should I at least start exercising to build up my stamina? I'm thinking about all sorts of things just to get eaten up.
"Yang Dajun, are you sleepy?"
"Yeah..."
Lee Yurim whispered beside me.
"Then let's lie down for a bit. I'll wake you up when Dami gets here."
"Should we...?"
My thoughts were slowing down. We were both naked, but I didn't even care anymore. I tried to close my eyes while hugging Lee Yurim.
But then.
Clatter—
The front door closed with a loud bang. We jumped up from the bed in shock.
"Uh-oh."
"Ah..."
The blanket slid off and fell to the floor. Someone shouted.
"Hey, Yang Dajun!"
That characteristic, sharp voice echoed through the house. We looked at each other, our mouths hanging open.
"Yang Dajun, I'm home!"
My "younger sister" had returned home.