Life as an Older Sister's Pet Dog Isn't Bad (1)
Crunch, crunch, munch.
A few days had passed since that day.
After bolting from the family home like a fugitive, I'd been living the NEET life, chowing down on snacks.
"Hah, sweet. Too damn sweet."
I really should've scrounged up a job back then.
If I had, what I'd be gnawing on now wouldn't be the diet rejects Su-young dumped on me, but a top-shelf Western steak.
'This is all for you, oppa! Eat it all up, oppa!'
She said it was for maintaining her figure before becoming a magical girl or some bullshit. Not even there yet, and she's already chugging kimchi soup by the bowlful—classic little sister move….
> [Connection pending...]
> [Manager K: Away]
> [No assigned missions.]
"Hah, bitter. Too damn bitter!"
But if we're assigning blame, the real problem's on this side.
Days on end like this. What the hell are the higher-ups and Manager doing? Ever since that audit message from above, radio silence. Not a peep.
A twinge of worry crept in.
Something go wrong? They gonna come after me—?
That thought dragged up the A-rank secure USB decryption job I'd handed off to Seo-yul noona.
"Nebula's tossing an A-grade security gig at a grunt like you? You know your head rolls if this gets cracked, right?"
That's what noona had said.
'Nah, if they'd checked the contents, maybe, but they didn't.'
It'll be fine. Probably.
"Eh, screw it. Jerk off and crash."
What's the point of overthinking? Just beat it out. Calling up Park Min-jeong this late feels off, so I fumbled with my belt buckle.
Wonder if there's an actress like that….
Mature, glamorous, with that slightly airheaded milf vibe. Some Japanese one, I think.
Tap, tap.
[Keywords: milf, huge tits]
Right as I was about to hit enter.
Vrrr—!
My smartphone buzzed like crazy on the pillow. Late night. Frowning, I snatched it up.
"Huh?"
I blinked, doubting my eyes.
It was Seo-yul noona.
Quickly unlocking, I dove into the chat.
Just 'Hey.'
Classic her—simple, rude as fuck summons.
Orders. No context. Calling me out this late—what's the emergency?
"……."
Then a location ping dropped. Not her officetel. Some cocktail bar near the motel strip in Sector 5's bustling back alleys.
Bar Abyss
"Oh."
A grin tugged at my lips unbidden.
Calling me to a bar this late. From a former magical girl I'd treated for sex addiction, no less?
No rocket science needed to read the room.
'Time for a refill, huh.'
Treatment wearing off, or she can't forget the taste. Either way, music to my ears.
I grabbed a crisp shirt.
Spritz. Cologne too—magical girls have noses like bloodhounds.
Even this unlooked-for side gig had my steps feather-light.
Neon flickering in Sector 5's entertainment district back alleys. Drunks staggering, barkers hawking flyers in the humid, sticky night air.
Out of the taxi, I checked the web map. Deep in the alley, a shadowed nook untouched by light.
[Bar Abyss]
'Found it.'
The basement entrance was narrow and dim, oozing menace.
'Weird taste. How's she know spots like this?'
Down the stairs, I shoved the heavy iron door.
Creeeak—ding.
"Welcome."
Heavy jazz poured out as I entered. Soundproofed hush, dim and serene. Barely any patrons.
One couple in a corner booth, and a lone woman at the bar's end.
Seo-yul noona.
She swirled ice in her cocktail glass, staring blankly. Black leather jacket, tight jeans. Hair in a sloppy ponytail, no makeup—but that sharp edge lingered.
Or sharper? More dangerous?
I sidled up quietly and took the seat beside her.
"Noona?"
"……."
She turned slowly.
Ah, eyes glazed.
Flushed cheeks—she'd knocked back a few already.
"You came."
Voice cracked dry. She eyed me up, then snorted a laugh.
"What the hell's that getup? Job interview? That shirt, and cologne?"
"Gotta look sharp when noona calls. Said I'd die if late."
"Hah, smooth talker."
She slammed back her drink in one go.
"One for you?"
"Nah, I'm good. Don't wanna slip up boozed."
"Slip up?"
She propped her chin, staring hard. Eyeslids hooded sultry.
"What kinda slip? Like last time, panting like a beast under me? Or creaming inside without asking?"
"Well…. Heh heh."
Straight fastball. Bartender be damned, zero fucks given.
"Voice too loud, noona."
"So? Let 'em hear. You're the embarrassed one, not me."
She dragged her stool flush against mine. Booze-mixed body scent. That sweet-tart citrus lingered.
"Hey, Jeong Ji-un."
"Yeah."
"Why'd you ghost my texts?"
"Me? You're the ghoster. I sent a bunch."
"Shut up. If I don't check, it ain't read."
This is bullshit! We're talking, but it's derailing. I started to snap back, then shut my trap.
Ugh, arguing logic with a drunk chick? Fool's errand….
"Fine, my bad. So, what's the summons tonight?"
Trying charm, I cut to the chase.
Noona's gaze flickered oddly. She bit her lip, fished smokes from her pocket, lit up.
Tsssk.
Long exhale, then:
"Hey, Jeong Ji-un."
"Yeah."
"No gigs lately, right?"
The hook caught me flat-footed.
"…How'd you know?"
"Hack your bank statements, quotes roll in. No deposits lately. Just conbini, delivery apps, Netflix. Starving clean, huh?"
Why hack my accounts?
"Whoa, privacy invasion."
"Cry me a river, you broke-ass. Think I'd snoop to steal your pennies?"
She flicked ash irritably into the tray, voice dropping. Glancing around wary.
"Lotsa folks gone dark lately. Nebula internal audit hit."
"Yeah, heard."
"Brass sniffed something. No gigs coming down awhile. Your boss is laying low too. Cutting subcontractors, shuffling lines—might get a new handler."
"Huh. Gotcha."
I'd gotten K's ping, but not this detailed.
Info broker's a breed apart….
But no point rehashing what I knew. I waited quiet.
Her eyes raked me sticky, hand snaking under the table.
"Ack."
Palm heat seeped through my pants.
"Got a gig for ya."
"Y-you, noona?"
"Yeah. Good pay. And…."
Her hand crept higher slow. Fingers probing insistent inner thigh. Eyes dulled murky. Thirst. Raw hunger.
"Come on. Explain inside."
She gripped my crotch hard.
"Ngh."
No opting out, looks like….
Squeak, squeak, squeak—!
The rickety motel mattress screamed.
But it drowned in the sloshy friction and ragged breaths filling the room.
"Nghaaah… Hnng… Ah, aahn…!"
The woman riding me, grinding her hips.
Han Seo-yul. She was out of her mind.
Slap, slap—!
Her ass slammed my thighs merciless.
Sweat-matted bob clinging to her forehead, brows furrowed tight, eyes half-lidded.
Seo-yul clawed my shoulders, mouth agape like a thirst-maddened beast.
"Haa, haa…! Hey, Jeong Ji-un…!"
"Y-yeah… Ngh, noona."
"You… Hnng… Nghrk… This…!"
Words failed; head thrown back.
"Ohnnng… Hnnk, ngh… Hnng, too… deep…!"
Way different from her first time. Then, she'd led, all leisurely pleasure. Now? Desperate, chased.
Like she was milking me for every drop on pain of death.
Corruption Desire.
I recalled the Magical Care hologram from the elevator.
Withdrawal symptoms worsening. Spiking numbers! Translation: noona called me tonight as her fucktoy fix.
'Gig my ass! Just needed a dopamine hit!'
One lesson from app sessions: relief "treats" corruption desire, but triggers fiercer flares. Supercharges dopamine you can't get elsewhere.
Meaning, to noona, fucking me hits different from vanilla dick….
"Noona, slow down. You'll snap me first!"
"Shut… up and… nghk, ok… take it…!"
Ignoring me, she ramped the hipwork faster.
Squelch, squish, squelch—!
Embarrassingly wet sounds nonstop from our join.
Her walls scorching, sopping. Wrinkles alive, gripping unrelenting. Squeeze so tight, my glans tingled numb.
"Grk…."
Groan slipped out. Her skills held—sharpened even.
Instinct for angles that wrecked me, spots to scratch for screams.
Then—
She froze mid-thrust.
"……?"
Barreling toward climax, I looked up puzzled. She panted, staring down with a weird expression.
"What? Tired?"
"Hey."
"Yeah."
"You…."
Brows knit, she twitched her hips. My cock prodded deep inside.
"Ahng… Hnngh…."
Stifled moan burst. Biting her lip, she glared.
"Spill it."
"What?"
"You get surgery? Tuned it up?"
"Huh?"
"Or pop pills?"
"Outta nowhere. Where would I get cash for that?"
I played dumb. But guilty twinge—absorbing corruption had plumped my dick.
"Don't lie."
Seo-yul smacked my chest playful—more pout than pain.
"Doubting my feel? Know I've sampled plenty."
"Brag much."
"Shut it. Definitely… hnng… different."
Testing, she ground slow circles.
Sluuuurp—
"Hnnnngh… So full… Been… pounding my cervix… nghk…!"
Voice quavered. Grumbling, but face opposite—eyes heart-eyed, lovestruck.
Overwhelmed by the stuffed fullness.
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