Chapter 121
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Lunchtime with Sis 2
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"Sis. How about surrendering? If not, I might do something even worse."
"Hmph! Bring it on!"
Taking the bait from my taunt, Sis charged in with another brainless rush.
I slipped away lightly and smacked her ass again.
Smack!
"Eek!"
Sis glared at me with a frustrated look, rubbing the spot I'd hit.
"Want me to rub it for you?"
I could give it a nice, thorough rub.
Sis bristled, but this time she didn't charge blindly.
She lowered her stance carefully, eyeing me warily.
Hmm. If Sis won't come to me, I'll go to her.
This time, I rushed in.
I grabbed the backs of her knees and flipped her over.
"Ugh!"
I pinned the ass-planted Sis to the floor with my body.
I seized her hands and pressed them back down to the mat.
Our eyes met as she lay there.
"You try kissing me again, and I'll bite your lips off."
Sis grinned like she was daring me to try.
Of course, she wouldn't actually bite.
But I wasn't going for a kiss this time.
Instead, I buried my face in Sis's chest.
"Sniff. Ha. Sis, you smell like sweat."
"Ugh! You!"
She'd been moving hard, so yeah, she'd be sweaty.
It wasn't that bad, but I exaggerated to tease her.
Sis started thrashing.
But she couldn't shake me off with my weight pressing down on her.
I rubbed my face over her bra top.
Big, soft, and springy.
Ahh, pure bliss.
What amazing tits.
"Hey! Jin Sun-hu!"
I peeked up at her with just my eyes, face still buried.
"Move when I ask nicely."
She couldn't budge me with strength, so words were her only option now.
"Surrendering?"
"Never!"
"Then."
My hands were busy pinning hers, so I couldn't use them.
I nipped the bottom of her bra top with my front teeth and tugged it up.
"You pervert bastard! What the hell are you doing!?"
"Huh? Taking your clothes off?"
I answered her question honestly.
It was tight-fitting, so it didn't come off easily.
I grunted and struggled for a while before finally exposing one breast.
"Heh."
My favorite—Sis's tits!
This time, I buried my face in the bare flesh.
Ah~ perfect.
So jiggly.
"Ugh. You real pervert."
Sis looked at me like I was disgusting.
But her resistance wasn't that fierce.
I'm a perv, sure—but so is Sis.
She's probably enjoying this deep down.
Then let's get even pervier.
I flicked my tongue over the exposed nipple.
"Hey! Stop that!"
I felt it harden under my tongue.
"Oh. Sis is getting hard too?"
"You wanna die for real?"
Before Sis could get truly mad, I pulled back quick.
Our play was just getting started.
No need to rush everything at once.
"Hoo, hoo."
As soon as I moved, Sis shot to her feet.
She covered her exposed breast, caught her breath, and glared at me.
I dropped into stance and met her eyes.
"Hup!"
This time, Sis came at me.
Aiming low, just like I had—going for the legs.
She grabbed the backs of my knees.
But I wasn't planning to go down easy.
I let my body fall forward.
I covered her back from above.
"Eek!"
Sis was pinned under me on the floor.
"Ooh."
Her ass right in front of my face.
The tight leggings showed off every curve of her firm butt.
Sis's hips were wider and fuller than Mi-so's.
A perfect birthing-hips ass.
"Hey."
*Faceplant.*
Bon appétit.
"Hey!"
"Yeah? What?"
I mumbled my reply, face buried in her ass.
"You little—!"
"Sniff. Ha. Sniff. Ha."
"Don't sniff me! Pervert!"
Hmm.
Out of respect for Sis's privacy, I won't describe the scent.
Just know it's the kind that makes you want to stay buried forever.
"This is, really...!"
Sis twisted her body forcefully and flipped over.
Her crotch replaced her ass in front of my face.
Ooh. Which means pussy right below!
"Ah."
Suddenly, a chill shot through my groin.
I froze solid.
I'd let my guard down.
I'd assumed the strength gap and position meant I had the upper hand.
But focusing only on sexual harassment backfired.
I knew offense leaves defense vulnerable.
"Ha, I surrender."
I surrendered immediately.
Like Japan after two nukes—total capitulation.
A man's greatest weakness.
My two balls were in Sis's grasp.
"Hmph."
Sis smirked at my frozen form.
She toyed with my precious Hiroshima and Nagasaki over my panties.
Rolling the nuts in her palm like walnuts.
"Wanna keep messing around?"
"Ch-cheating. This is cheating!"
"No rules against it. And you started the sexual harassment."
Leisure crept back into Sis's voice.
"That's different from this!"
This was harassment—but not harassment.
Blackmail? Hostage-taking?
Anyway, it was foul play.
"Stay still if you don't want 'em crushed."
"...Yes."
I was completely subdued by Sis.
Having surrendered unconditionally, I could only hope for mercy.
I lifted my hips off her, but Sis didn't budge.
Instead, lying there, she yanked down my pants from above my head? Wait, no—my waist area.
"Ah."
My dick popped out from the panties.
It had been fully hard moments ago, but shriveled in terror when she grabbed my balls.
Can't blame it.
It nearly lost its lifelong partner—that was a life-or-death crisis.
Sis pressed her nose to my limp, gravity-drooping dick.
"Sniff sniff. You smell like sweat too, y'know?"
I, uh, don't really mind that stuff?
"Stay still if you don't wanna get hurt. Hmph."
"Ugh."
Sis took my dick in her mouth.
My hips twitched.
"Slurp. Schluuurp."
"Ah... Uh...."
Sis bobbed her head from below, sucking my dick.
Even after pulling down my pants, her hands kept playing with my balls.
Directly gripped—they were in even more danger now.
The terror of instant crushing anytime.
Paired with the hot pleasure of her mouth.
It felt spine-tinglingly good.
But wasn't this position tough for Sis?
"Schlup, slurp, slurp."
...Seems fine.
Sis was sucking with intense focus.
Upside-down blowjobs were nothing to her.
So what about me?
I eyed her lower body right there.
Grey leggings clinging to her skin.
A bulging mound in the center.
Paradise in plain sight, but hands off!
Infuriating.
But I'd surrendered—no touching without permission.
Hmm.
Then just get permission?
"Sis. Can I do it too?"
"Slurp, schluuurp."
Sis didn't answer—instead, she bucked her hips.
That means 'go ahead,' right?
Heh heh heh heh.
Alright, my turn.
I started over the leggings.
Skin's great, but the legging texture is special.
Slid my hand between her thighs.
Stroked from inner thigh toward her crotch.
Back to thigh, back to pussy.
Savoring Sis's feel.
So good. Amazing texture.
"Hm?"
I spotted a darker grey patch in the center of the light greys.
Only there was wet.
Not sweat—position said otherwise.
Some other bodily fluid.
Was Sis going commando?
Felt like discovering hidden treasure.
Kept teasing over the leggings.
The wet spot spread slowly, bit by bit.
How far would it go?
If it soaked the whole thing, that'd be hot.
"Hng!"
Mid-expansion of the grey stain.
A chill hit me like a gun to the head—I froze.
Sis glared, poised to crush my precious balls any second.
"Take them off."
Sis spat it out after pulling my dick from her mouth.
How'd she know I was messing around?
"Yes."
I obeyed meekly.
No way was I gambling with my balls on the line.
Awkward position—tough to peel off her leggings.
Sweat and fluids made them clingy.
Finally down—and yep, no panties.
Figures. Her ass outline was extra pronounced.
Did she do it to show me?
Wanna ask, but hostage situation—nope.
Can't piss off the captor.
More important things anyway.
Sis's oasis, soaked in sweat and juices, right before me.
Like a thirsty lion, I plunged my face in.
"Hrng!"
Sis moaned around my dick.
I lapped eagerly along her slit.
Sis matched me, sucking hard.
Heads buried in each other's crotches, mutual pleasuring side by side.
The fitness room filled only with sucking and licking sounds for a while.
Fair play—no weight class, no gender.
But Sis was weaker sexually too.
Attack and defense several levels below mine.
"Hng, hup."
Mouth full of dick, breathing hard through her nose.
Sign she was close.
I ramped up the assault.
Tormented the little palm tree on one side of the oasis relentlessly with my tongue.
Weak spot hammered—Sis climaxed fast.
"Hrrrrng!"
Her thighs clamped my face.
Pleasurable squeeze.
I savored the pressing sensation happily.
But the luxury didn't last.
An unexpected attack froze me.
Sis's hand on my balls tightened.
Not the nice face-squeeze.
This was die-from-pain pressure.
"Aaaah Sis Sis Sis!!"
Tap! Tap tap tap tap! Surrender! Surrender surrender surrender!
Sis probably didn't mean to neuter me.
Orgasm overtook her—instinctive grip.
But the pain was real.
Frogs die from careless stones.
Once she released, I clutched my groin with both hands and rolled on the mat.
After a long roll, panting face-down, Sis looked down pityingly.
"Such a drama queen."
"...Not drama. See me sweating?"
My forehead was slick with cold sweat.
Didn't sweat that much sparring.
Why don't women get this pain?
Sob.
"Hurts that bad?"
"You kidding?"
"Mad?"
"..."
Honestly, no energy to be mad.
But I faked it.
Needed to teach Sis men have no-touch zones.
Sis sat in front of my slumped, drained self.
I reflexively shielded my groin.
"I'll lick it better. Forgive me."
...Lick it?
Better than 'cheer up before I stomp 'em.'
Sweet for Sis.
Guess I had no choice.
I'd forgive her.