You Did Nothing Wrong, Oppa — Your Lewdly-Born Body Is to Blame: The "Childhood Friend's Little Sister," a Virgin Who Craves Cock
Yeryeong had brought me into her room and locked the door behind us.
Feigning embarrassment at her words, I let my eyes flick upward and said, "Isn't this enough? Quit messing around and give me back my clothes."
"Right here, Oppa. Come and take it."
I reached out, but Yeryeong thrust her arm up high, keeping it just out of reach.
Playing the anxious one, I clung to her.
She'll think I'm only trying to get my clothes back. She'll assume I'm a naive boy who doesn't know a thing.
Of course, that wasn't true.
We were close enough that our breaths mingled with every movement.
Squirming as if frantic, I pressed and rubbed my body against hers.
"Haah, too high."
"Haahng…"
"I said give it back."
"Mmmnnn…"
Every time my cock rubbed against the girl's lower belly, a sweet, melting moan spilled out of her. From the armpits she'd raised above her head, the raw scent of a female slowly drifted down.
Yeryeong, for her part, was slyly winding her thighs together.
"Nnn, it's so big…"
"I'm too short—I can't reach it."
"So thick, haahng…"
We traded half-muttered words as we drifted slowly backward. Yeryeong was retreating in languid little steps, luring me toward the bed.
She's planning to stumble onto the bed like it's an accident and pounce on me, isn't she.
Careful not to let her get hurt, I matched her pace and steered her toward the mattress.
"I said give it back already."
"Nnn, then take it."
"Stop dodging me."
"Right here… aah!"
At last, the bed was at her back. Yeryeong toppled onto it first, and I let myself collapse on top of her as if I'd lost my balance.
Even with me on top, the shape of it was me nestled in her arms.
"Oww, that hurt."
"Ugh… sorry. You okay?"
"I'm fine. It's not your fault, Oppa."
Yeryeong shook her head, though one side of her mouth curved in a knowing smile. When the transparent little performance ended, our eyes met.
"Ah…"
When I turned my head away, Yeryeong laid her hand gently against my cheek.
"By the way, Oppa."
Drawing my face down toward hers with a soft touch, she said,
"Your cock… it's touching me there, isn't it? Where a woman… you know."
"Ah."
She'd known for ages. Because I'd done it on purpose.
As if it had all been an accident, I tried to lift myself up.
"Ugh, sorry."
"Oh? So it is your fault?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
At my protest of innocence, Yeryeong's chest heaved with barely contained delight.
"Haah… you're even harder than before. Just how big are you planning to get?"
"Ugh… don't get the wrong idea. I'm not doing it on purpose."
Tensing and relaxing my cock, I thumped it against the girl's belly—thump, thump.
I kept a straight face, acting as though it moved entirely on its own, with no say from me.
"It never used to be like this… my body's gotten weird."
"Since when?"
"Ever since I gave you my first kiss…"
I meant that she was the one who had taught me about women.
Yeryeong—the girl who'd once whispered to me on the emergency stairs, telling me to take an interest in women—heard this and nodded slowly, as if something finally made sense.
"So it's like you told me, Oppa? The thoughts of women just won't leave your head?"
Nod, nod.
"And it keeps making you think of my sister."
"Yeah… what you said kept circling in my head, and Yurim came to mind…"
With Yeryeong watching me so closely, I hesitated to say more.
"And…"
"And what?"
"You,"
Lips trembling, I looked up at her, letting my fingers fidget on purpose.
"I thought of you, too…"
"…What?"
Yeryeong's eyes went round, as if the thought had never crossed her mind.
"What do you mean by that…"
Then her cheeks flushed pink, and only the corners of her mouth kept twitching upward.
Even in a world like this, a girl's still a girl. That's the face of someone falling in love.
Yeryeong let out a soft laugh and forced herself to look composed.
"What do I do? My heart just skipped a beat."
"Why?"
"Why do you think? Because of you, Oppa. A man like you was thinking of me."
"Hmm, that wasn't really the plan…"
"Maybe not for you, Oppa. But do you have any idea how that feels from a woman's side? Our Oppa is just too naive."
The words were barbed, but her face was all smiles.
Yeryeong laced her fingers through mine and drew my hand toward her.
"Now, right here. Can you feel it…? The heart of a girl younger than you, going pit-a-pat?"
She pressed my hand against her chest and stroked the back of it gently as she asked.
"How is it, Oppa?"
"How is what?"
"My chest. What do you think of it? It's smaller than my sister's, isn't it?"
Unlike her well-endowed sister, the younger one had a chest that rose in soft, gentle swells.
Springy and full in the palm, they were like two little honey peaches.
Still, Yeryeong has a charm that's all her own. If I answer honestly, she'll be thrilled.
I pretended to weigh the question, then let my gaze slide away as I spoke.
"…Small, but pretty."
"Nnn…"
Guess that embarrassed her.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her lashes trembling, and said,
"That's strange. When you say it, Oppa, it somehow sounds… dirty."
Yeryeong pulled me closer and murmured, half to herself.
"It's only a chest, that's all…"
Shaking her head hard, she guided my hand downward.
"Then what about here?"
"Don't."
"I asked what you think, Oppa."
"I said don't."
Putting up a token struggle, I tried to pull my hand free from between her legs.
Even as I made a show of not touching her, my fingers brushed across the softly parted lips of the girl's pussy.
"You can't, Oppa. Haahng…!"
Yeryeong seized my hand and stubbornly rubbed it back and forth against her crotch.
The virgin pussy of a girl who had never once allowed anyone…
When I held out, Yeryeong spread her legs wide open.
Is it because of the way I'm straddling her? It looks like Yeryeong's begging me to put it in.
A shame I couldn't gawk at it openly.
In a panic, I pressed my palms together and hid my face behind them.
"What are you doing all of a sudden? Close your legs, now."
"Nope. I'll stay just like this until you take a proper look, Oppa."
"Haah…"
Fuck, that's hot.
Reluctantly, I made a show of peeking through the gaps between my fingers.
Yeryeong was holding her virgin hole open with two fingers.
Definitely less plump than Yurim. And her hair's trimmed in a neat, narrow line.
Gazing at the valley—not plump, but sealed shut in a clean, straight line—I said,
"I saw it…"
"Mmm… and? What do you think?"
A girl who claimed to love only me.
Yeryeong wanted to hear my review of her virgin pussy.
"…I couldn't tell."
"How could you not? You've seen my sister's, haven't you?"
I'd seen it, all right—and been devoured by it, too.
It cradles you tenderly when you enter, but the walls cling to you until the very end, and before you know it, you've been milked all the way down to the bottom of her seed vessel.
It felt amazing, too. I can still smell vanilla, honestly.
In front of Yeryeong, who kept bringing up my sister, I made my cock jolt on purpose.
"Oppa?"
"Ugh…"
"Don't tell me you got hard thinking about my sister? A man who stiffens up thinking about his woman—what am I going to do with you…?"
"Our Oppa is just too lewd."
With that, Yeryeong stroked my cock, her fingers tracing a long, slow curve, exploring every inch of the shaft.
"Haah… Was it really that good? Inside my sister's body?"
"Khh…"
Instead of opening my mouth, I answered with my cock—and Yeryeong slid her hand down between her own legs.
"It got even bigger…"
"Haah…"
Letting out a sigh, I squirmed as if desperate, prodding her poor thigh with the tip of my cock, again and again.
"Hmm?"
Watching me miss her hole entirely, again and again, Yeryeong smiled the way you'd smile at a fussy child.
"What on earth are you doing, Oppa?"
"Nngh. It's nothing."
"Don't tell me you can't forget the way she held you? That you want to be devoured by me, at least?"
Yeryeong asked this as she gently rubbed the head of my cock, her nail wickedly scraping along the underside of my flared crown.
Nngh…
A shiver raced the length of my spine.
The childhood friend's little sister, asking if I wanted her to devour me.
Even as precum leaked from me, I kept up the act on the outside.
"It's not like that. Nngh… I'm sorry, Yurim…"
"You've done nothing wrong, Oppa. It's your body that's at fault for being born so lewd."
Yeryeong, who had been slowly raking at my cock, gave the tip of my glans a single tap, then carried it down between her legs.
My precum mingled with the juices flowing from her virgin pussy.
"Nnn… so, Oppa—what do you think of my pussy? This… is a pussy that drips for you and you alone, Oppa. Not for any other man."
"Don't say things like that. Yurim is the only one for me."
Clenching my teeth in a show of guarding my virtue, I drooled precum all over her anyway.
"Mmm, I know that."
Watching my cock twitch, she traced a little arc at the corner of her eye—the look of someone who knew everything.
"That's why you came looking for our house, isn't it? This big, thick thing of yours, so unlike your cute body… you wanted my sister to devour it."
"I told you, no. I just ran into Yurim. I didn't go looking for her."
I made my excuses, insisting I wasn't some depraved boy.
"Mmm."
Yeryeong wore the expression of someone who'd had me in the palm of her hand from start to finish.
"So you're saying my sister dragged you here against your will?"
"That's not it, but…"
She's delighting in how innocent I look. Fine—I'll play along to the very end.
She gazed up at me from below, brimming with the same unshakable composure as always.
Shooting a sidelong glance at the gentle swell of Yeryeong's peach-like chest, I said,
"Yurim hugged me. There was nothing I could do."
"Nnn, like this?"
Yeryeong pulled me into her arms and stroked my hair.
A rich floral scent washed over me, and I closed my eyes.
Small as her chest was, I found myself breathing deep the warm, living scent of her skin.
Lee Yurim and Lee Yeryeong—they both smell incredible. Enough that I could stay like this forever.
As if under a spell, I buried my face against her with dazed eyes.
"Haah…"
"That tickles, Oppa."
"Sorry."
Still unable to help myself, I poked out the tip of my tongue and tried to lick her.
"You keep doing that. I told you it tickles."
"Ah…"
Yeryeong patted my back, gentle as someone soothing a child.
"Mmm… what's so great about a woman's chest, anyway? So, Oppa—one little hug like this, and you just went and meekly followed my sister home?"
"No. Yurim kissed me, too."
"Like this?"
When I deliberately kept my lips sealed, Yeryeong forced her tongue into my mouth.
"Mmph…!"