Life as Big Sis's Pet Dog Ain't Bad (2)
A moment later, she sat up, her hair a tousled mess.
As my cock slipped out with a wet pop, a thick stream of white cum oozed from between her thighs. Big Sis didn't bother wiping it off. Instead, she grabbed the pack of smokes from the nightstand.
Chiiik.
She inhaled deeply, then exhaled a long plume toward the ceiling.
"Fuuu..."
Her face looked utterly relaxed now. The corrupted mana drained away, replaced by a languid satisfaction. Did women get wise man time too?
"Feel good?"
She smirked down at me.
"Not bad. On a scale? Pass."
"Not a perfect score?"
"It hurt 'cause you're bigger than last time. Bring lube next round."
"No, I didn't get bigger."
"Bullshit. Want me to measure with a ruler?"
With the cig dangling from her lips, she rummaged for her leather jacket on the floor and shrugged it on. Naked except for the jacket—somehow, it was hot as hell.
"Anyway, take this."
She fished something from the jacket's inner pocket and tossed it my way. A USB drive.
"What's this?"
"Work."
"Oh, for real? Thought it was just an excuse."
"You think I'd fuck you for empty flattery?"
Fair point.
Big Sis perched on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. Cum trickled down her thigh onto the sheets.
"So, what's the gig exactly? Some big secret?"
"Secret my ass. It's bread and butter."
Seo-yul took a deep drag, then blew a perfect donut smoke ring into the air.
"Forged data templates. IDs, passports, employment certs—you name it."
"Fakes?"
"Yeah. Nebula's cracking down hard lately, so guys needing clean identities are lining up. You know how it was—their turf. But when Nebula got hit, all their high-quality base files went poof too. Chaos."
She jabbed a finger at the USB.
"What's on there are templates I made from original data I seized back in my active days. A-grade stuff—even government servers won't flag 'em."
"Heh."
"Your job's simple. Client sends a photo and details, you slap 'em onto the templates. No hacking needed. Just Photoshop bullshit, done."
She smacked my thigh.
"Sweet deal, right? Low risk, high pay. Ten mil per job, easy."
"Yeah, but..."
I fiddled with the USB, feigning reluctance.
Wasn't this grunt work for bottom-feeders?
"Feels like neighborhood errand boy shit."
"What?"
Her eyebrow twitched. She stubbed out the cig roughly in the ashtray. Then—
Grab!
"Guh!? B-Big Sis?"
Without warning, a iron grip clamped my crotch. Her hand, vise-like on my half-swollen cock, squeezing it like a baseball bat.
"Agh, B-Big Sis? Hold on!"
"Bored already? With my job?"
She squeezed and released, thumbing my tip.
Squelch, squish.
Our mixed fluids made sticky sounds. Slick friction shot electric jolts up my spine.
"Nngh...!"
"Saw you struggling with no work, so I hooked you up. And?"
"W-Wait, ngh."
"Actin' all high and mighty like you're normal."
Her palm's heat spread through my dick to my whole body. Couldn't pull away.
"See? Can't even move."
"That's... 'cause it's my weak spot..."
"All talk."
She started jerking it up and down, rough like shifting gears.
Slap, squelch—
"Ngh, uh... Big Sis, w-wait...!"
Her pace quickened. Palm grinding the head, stroking the shaft—pro moves. My softening cock stiffened right up under her touch.
"See? Hard already."
"That's... just physiology..."
"Excuses, excuses."
She licked her lips in satisfaction, then straddled me again. Same position as before.
But the vibe? Totally different.
"Lemme show you what happens when Big Sis gets really mad."
She lowered her hips. Slowly. So slowly.
Sluuuurp—!
"Hnnngh...!"
Almost screamed. Felt totally different going in.
Last time was a tight tunnel. This? Like something alive devouring me.
Her inner walls wriggled independently. Hundreds of tiny tongues lapping my shaft.
"Feel it now?"
"What... ngh... is this...?"
"Muscle control. High-rank magical girls master this shit down to the detail. I'm just extra good."
She stopped halfway. Right at the frustrating sweet spot. Then flexed only her insides.
Gurgle, glorp.
"Kgh...!"
My guts twisted. Her pussy rippled in waves of contraction and release.
Sucking the head, stroking the shaft, pulling me deeper.
"Ah, aaah! Big Sis! Too much...!"
I clawed the sheets. Couldn't thrust. She had me locked down—no control.
"Too late."
She grinned and sank fully down.
Hilted to the root, her cervix slurped my tip.
"Heek?!"
"Now it starts. Bet you last a minute."
No hip grinding. Just sat there, smiling down. But below? Hell... or heaven.
Squish, slosh, suck—!
Vacuum suction from inside. Her walls wrung me like a rag.
"Gaaah! Ah! No! Gonna cum! I'm cumming!"
"Hold it. Not yet."
"Can't! Fuck... ngh! Insane...!"
Goosebumps everywhere. Toes curled, vision flashing white. She casually palmed my chest, feeling my heartbeat.
"Heart's gonna burst. Cute."
"Please... move... just shake...!"
"Nah. Figure it out. Pull out if you can."
I bucked desperately. Nothing. Not her weight—her pussy gripped like quicksand.
"Nngh...!"
Sweat poured like rain. She savored my agonized—ecstatic—writhing, whispering in my ear.
"Get it? This is rank difference. Gonna keep mouthing off? Whine more?"
"Y-Yeah, got it... I yield...!"
"Then be a good boy. Beg to cum."
Her walls teased my most sensitive slit. Even micro-vibrations. How the fuck?
"Please... beg you... let me cum...!"
"Who?"
"Big Sis! Please!"
Just wanted release from the insane pressure.
"Good boy."
She narrowed her eyes in approval.
"Gift time."
She tensed her abs.
CRRRUSH—!
Unmatched pressure crushed my cock.
"Nngh—!"
Couldn't hold. Urethra gaped wide.
Splurt! Spuuuurt! Spluuuuurp!
"Ahh... Kid's got stamina at least..."
Massive load milked out forcibly. Orgasm so intense my skull buzzed. She kept squeezing post-climax, claiming every drop.
Slurp, smooch...
Drained dry, I flopped like a ragdoll.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
World spun. Soul sucked out.
This was a magical girl's real power? Retired ones like this—what about actives?
C-grade and up were just built different...
Seo-yul rose slowly. String of our mixed fluids stretched from between her legs.
"Fuu."
She brushed back her hair, refreshed.
Snatched the rolling USB and dropped it on my chest.
"Sane now?"
"......"
"Answer."
"Y-Yes... crystal..."
Ceiling whirled. Legs jelly. Fuck.
Almost killed me, face unchanged.
Seo-yul, fully dressed, leaned against the headboard, puffing smoke.
Never when drunk. Don't piss her off...
But seriously, it is bottom-feeder work.
Not bullshit. In villain circles, "document forgery"?
Chump change for street punks and third-rate con artists.
Villains with names all have mana circuits anyway.
Obvious. Why forge papers when you can brainwash?
Not denying the need. Just—grunts do that shit.
I'm a growing mage absorbing magical girls' corruption desires now.
Photoshopping profile pics in my room? Nah.
"Why the face? Eat shit?"
"...No. Just touched. You looking out for me like this."
"Hmph. Lick your lips before lying."
She snorted.
"Build from basics. Mess with this data, you'll see how Nebula and Association admin works. All learning."
"Yes, yes. Got it, Master."
I half-assed it, toying with the USB. Sure, but it'd just level up my Photoshop—no real help.
Wait.
A spark lit in my brain.
She said A-grade templates—even gov servers won't catch. Based on originals.
Then.
Could I fake certifications?
Stepmom's words from days ago.
But if I could forge those certs perfectly?
I glanced at Seo-yul. She puffed smoke lazily, relaxed.
"Big Sis."
"What."
"This."
"Yeah."
"Can I make more than IDs? Like certs, diplomas?"
"Certs?"
Her eyebrow twitched.
"Why the sudden interest? Job hunting?"
"Kinda. Mom knows Association folks—says certs get me a gig."
"Heh."
She eyed me with interest.
"Association, huh? Ballsy. Villain subcontractor waltzing into the tiger's den?"
"Darkest under the lamp, right? Good pay, benefits too."
"Crazy bastard."
She cackled—not mocking. Liked my gall.
"So, possible?"
"Short answer? Yeah. Magical girl security's sloppy outside personal data and core secrets. Bureaucrats poke holes everywhere. Legacy systems from budget cuts."
"Uh..."
What?
"Push something plausible? Free pass. Obvious S-rank fakes? Busted."
"Need Counselor certs. Psych Master's."
"Cakewalk. USB's got uni diploma templates. Even perfect dean seals."
My heart pounded. Path clear. Stepmom's connections—legit access to magical girls on a silver platter.
"But if caught? Family dragged in?"
"Nah, fine."
Confidence here.
Three ex-magical girls home—soon four. And I'm the stepkid.
World wouldn't punish just me. But too honest...
"No plans to get caught."
Confidence is key for men.