Did You Do This With Unnie Too? — Pressing Against a Girl's Most Private Place Like You Want to Be Devoured, Her Legs Winding Around Your Waist
Lee Yeryeong tried to force my lips apart.
My eyes flew wide at the tongue burrowing its way in, but I let my mouth open for her anyway—just enough.
"Mmph…"
Our tongues tangled together, and a heavy floral scent drifted between our pressed noses.
"Pwah…"
Our lips parted with a long strand of saliva stretching between them.
Kissing a girl makes my head throb and my heart melt at the same time. If I play hard to get, Yeryeong will only like it more.
A boy who barely resists a forced kiss—who actually tangles his own tongue in first, like he can't help himself.
I let my tongue dart out as if it had been dragged away, then pretended to reluctantly pull it back.
"Oppa?"
"Ah…"
"Do you want to keep going?"
"Ngh… it's not like that."
When I said it coldly and licked my lips, just a little, Yeryeong's eyes curved into a delighted smile.
"Our oppa is so aggressive for a boy. It's almost like you're begging your girlfriend for a kiss. That's so naughty of you."
"Don't get the wrong idea. You asked, so I was just copying what Yurim and I did."
Even though, in reality, no boy on earth gets hard just imagining a kiss.
Watching me stonewall to the very end, Yeryeong wet her lips and said,
"Even so, it's rare for a boy to kiss this boldly."
"That's how much I love Yurim, that's all…"
"Haa, how nice…"
She closed her eyes tightly at the sound of her sister's name.
Then, with the corners of her mouth curling up, Yeryeong pressed her body flush against mine and asked,
"So. One kiss from unnie, and you followed her all the way home just like that?"
"No."
"Oh? Then tell me what else you did besides kissing."
"…Yurim even let me touch her belly."
"Here, you mean?"
Yeryeong took my hand, pretending to be surprised.
"Mmm…"
She laid her hand over mine and guided it, making me stroke her body ever so gently.
Her frame was lean and slender, but her lower belly curved with the faintest swell.
The place where a girl's womb rested.
"Mmnh, oppa."
When I pressed down firmly, Yeryeong spoke in a voice gone soft and sweet.
"This place you're pressing, oppa… do you know where this is?"
I flushed at the redundant question and answered.
"Your lower belly…"
"Mm. Try again."
"Y-your… baby room…"
When I finally stammered out the right answer, a satisfied smile came back to her face.
"That's right. This is where a woman's baby room is. Where she takes in a man's seed, over and over again."
"Ah…"
"I'll only ever let you touch it, oppa."
Yeryeong guided my hand all across her lower belly, and I feigned embarrassment and tried to pull my fingers away.
For a boy, touching a girl's belly is basically a sexual come-on—a plea to be bred.
A boy only wants to spill his seed inside the girl he loves.
Rubbing her lower belly gently is begging her to take his cock, to mate with him and receive his precious seed.
That's why it carries that meaning for both men and women.
Like a suitor making his courtship, I stroked Yeryeong's lower belly with careful, trembling tenderness.
"It's so soft. I can't stop touching it…"
"Ah…"
Perhaps drunk on the thrill of it, Yeryeong tilted her head back and let out a hot, trembling breath.
"Mmn… so this is how unnie seduced you."
"She didn't seduce me. Yurim's not like that."
"Oh, please. I can tell just from the look in your eyes. Unnie has had her eye on you for a very, very long time."
It was only natural. Yurim had loved me—and only me—her whole life.
Once they became lovers, of course she'd want to tangle bodies with him day and night. In this world, it's the women whose lust runs hotter.
Thought from the other direction, it wasn't hard to imagine at all.
But knowing that, I narrowed my eyes at Yeryeong and played the naive boy to the hilt.
"We're childhood friends, that's all. She likes me—she doesn't have any weird feelings. I trust Yurim."
"Mmhm? So you're saying you fell for her, hook, line, and sinker, all by yourself?"
I clamped my mouth shut as if my embarrassing secret had been exposed, and Yeryeong's voice rose with glee.
"Unnie was just being sweet and innocent with a little skinship, and our oppa got all hot and bothered on his own. Is that it?"
"Stop talking."
"What am I going to do with you? Our oppa is such a dirty boy, for a boy."
Yeryeong teased me in that sing-song voice of hers as she guided my hand lower, beneath her.
"Our scandalous oppa, thinking naughty thoughts first even though he's the one being pursued… if I do this for you, will you fall for me too?"
"Nngh, don't…"
As if I were being made to touch a girl's deepest place against my will, my cock slapped up stiff against her, again and again.
God, this feels incredible…
My hips bucked like I wanted to plunge inside her that very second, and the outline of her pussy lips pressed up against the thin fabric of her panties.
Yeryeong's heating up too, I think. Then I should meet her halfway.
A naive boy, but with a lewd, shameless body.
So I decided to play a boy too aroused to tell up from down.
Yeryeong spoke, the scent of a female in heat drifting up from between her legs.
"Oppa, do you want to put it in?"
I ground my cock against her panties, panting hard.
"Nnnh… haa, Yurim…"
The younger sister, asking what her older sister and I had done together.
It was my way of pretending to superimpose Yurim onto Yeryeong.
Yeryeong pulled Yang Dajun in close.
Yang Dajun was calling out Yurim's name, rubbing his cock against her panties.
Mm… oppa, you're just too innocent. Do you even know what position this is? Your mouth says no, but your body seems awfully honest.
Smata—the position made to pleasure a woman.
Gently rubbing himself against the mound of her pussy was a male's way of pleading: take me now. Even if you swallow me down to the root, I don't care—soak my slit and use my cock to breed you. A courtship offered up to the female.
There's no way a boy could rub himself against a girl like this unless he was in heat… oppa, just how obscene is your body? Showing me nothing but dirty looks and dirty moves… you make me want to devour you on the spot.
Yeryeong felt the damp heat spreading between her own thighs.
She was a virgin, yes—but as a woman, she found herself wanting to swallow him down to the root and make him understand, in his bones, that he'd been born a natural stud, a male made to be ridden by females.
So Yeryeong reached out and stopped Yang Dajun, who was still hammering away at nothing but the front of her panties.
"Oppa?"
"Ah…"
He seemed to come to his senses belatedly and tried to sit up.
She seized him tight so he couldn't squirm away.
"Don't move."
"Let go, I need to get up."
"Then what is this?"
His cock was hammering at her panties like it ached to be swallowed whole by her pussy that very instant.
"Did you do this with unnie too? Pressing your cock into her pussy like you were desperate to be eaten alive?"
"Ngh… no. You told me to—"
But a cock never lies.
However much a boy might protest, between the sheets there's no choice but to be honest.
Especially a boy like oppa. He doesn't even realize how lewd his own body is.
Any other boy would have leaked nothing but a trickle of precum long before his partner's womb even started to ache with need.
But this cock stayed hard, and hard, and hard again—which made him more of a natural stud than anyone alive. A boy born to be devoured by women.
Thinking this, Yeryeong stroked Yang Dajun's cock and murmured,
"So this is how our oppa meant to put it inside unnie's body. All on his own, standing it up stiff like this."
"No, I…"
"Oh, please. Like this…"
Yeryeong tugged her panties aside and slipped Yang Dajun's cock into the gap at her hip.
"Mm, just like this."
Guiding his position with her hand, she pressed his cock against the entrance of her virgin pussy, already soaked clean through.
"With my unnie…"
Then Yeryeong withdrew her hand, wound both legs around Yang Dajun's waist, and said,
"You mean to tell me he stood his cock up stiff all by himself. Haaa…"
At the end of that long, shuddering exhale, her pure-white panties began thrashing wildly beneath him.
Beneath the girl's panties, his massive cock—flush against her dripping slit—had begun to rampage.
Feeling oppa's cock against me directly… it's even bigger and thicker than I imagined. Ahhn—!
Every throbbing press of its weight left her pussy wetter, hotter.
Beneath panties on the verge of bursting from the strain, slick girl-juice trickled down in a shameless line, belonging to no one and everyone.
Her lower belly sang with a tight, electric ache, and all she wanted was to drive her legs—wound around oppa's waist—down hard and pin him inside her.
Oblivious to the fact that his own body was begging to be bred, Yang Dajun fidgeted restlessly, his cock standing rigid as a pole.
"Nngh, I'm sorry. Yeryeong, I'm sorry…!"
"It's okay, oppa."
Yeryeong steadied herself with effort and patted Yang Dajun's hip gently.
And even as she soothed him, she subtly pulled his waist closer, feeling that thick column of flesh press against the mound of her pussy.
"Mmm… oppa, unnie was your first, wasn't she?"
"Yeah, just a little while ago…"
"I've still never done it. Not even once."
"Ah… I'm sorry…"
"Pfft, hahaha. I'm joking. What on earth do you have to be sorry for? You love unnie, so of course you gave her your first time. That's exactly right."
Doesn't matter for me. I love you either way, oppa.
So saying, Yeryeong lifted one leg high into the air.
The moment her panties flew off, Yang Dajun lunged for her.
"Oppa? What exactly do you think you're doing."
"Nnnh…"
"Tsk. No, oppa. Bad boy."
Yeryeong swallowed a laugh inside.
Because even as she told him no, she was spreading her legs wide, wide open.
Searing heat billowed out from within, and her pussy clenched and quivered in the open air.