Chapter 3
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Ordered to Masturbate by My Sister
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So-young sister is a pro golfer who debuted back in high school.
Even before going pro, she drew tons of attention as the daughter of a celebrity, with her stunning looks.
She inherited Mom's beauty, had a tall, slender figure, and F-cup breasts that caught every guy's eye.
It would've been weirder if someone like her didn't turn heads.
That buzz only intensified after she turned pro.
People hailed her as a golf prodigy.
Every little thing she did stood out—she was a walking billboard.
Major corporations competed to sign her as a sponsor, and endorsement deals poured in.
Rumors swirled that this rookie pro, who hadn't won a thing yet, was out-earning seasoned veterans.
But it wasn't all good.
Her hype outpaced her results, spawning hordes of haters.
Any broadcast or news article featuring her was flooded with thousands of malicious comments.
Reporters stalked her every move, churning out rumors about plastic surgery, her past, and dating scandals.
Just clickbait with zero substance, all to rack up views.
True or not, they were perfect fodder for anyone itching to tear her down.
But So-young never let it shake her.
She focused solely on training.
And she silenced the noise with results—racking up wins domestically and abroad, even topping the women's prize money rankings at 22.
The rumors gradually faded away.
I admired her for it.
I wanted to be someone she could be proud of as her family.
So-young sister grabbed my hand and placed it right on her breast.
The soft, yielding sensation.
With just a single bralette covering it, I could feel her breast directly against my palm.
"Sis!"
Stunned by her sudden move, I yanked my hand back.
The hand that had been on her breast moments ago felt scorching hot, like I'd been burned.
"What the hell? That's going too far!"
"I said it wasn't a joke, didn't I?"
I was so flustered I could barely breathe.
But she looked utterly relaxed.
"Sis, is something wrong? Why are you doing this?"
"I told you. I'm worried about you."
"Who worries about someone by doing this?!"
What the hell was going on?
So-young sister wasn't the type who was impossible to reason with.
She was strict with herself and me alike, but she had common sense.
Yet right now, she felt like some mysterious stranger, not the Jin So-young I knew.
She held up a single finger toward me.
"Masturbate at least once a day. While thinking of me."
"...What?"
I had to ask her to repeat it.
Masturbate every day while thinking of her?
Did I hear that right?
"In return, no ogling Mi-so. No dirty thoughts about her. No physical contact, period. Even if she asks first. Do you understand?"
"Sis, wait—you're seriously worried I'll do something to Mi-so?"
"Don't you know what men are like? Did you ever think I'd have to tell you this?"
"..."
Of course not.
No one would.
"Now, I'm going to shower. Bust one out while I'm gone."
"Bust one..."
I wasn't innocent enough not to get what she meant.
Then she stood up and casually peeled off her bralette.
Nothing underneath. No nipple patches either.
Her bare breasts bounced into view.
I stared, mouth agape.
Her breasts, lifted as she stripped, now dropped back down under gravity.
She exposed it all—her pale skin, her lightly colored nipples.
Perfect in size, shape, and hue. Every man's dream.
I knew I shouldn't look, but I was sucked in like a black hole—I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"Here, borrow this."
She dropped the bralette right onto my head.
Borrow it? Use it? For what?
I just gaped wordlessly as she added,
"Cum in it. Don't spill anywhere else."
Cum in it.
My semen?
Ejaculate into that?
Her clothes?
"I'm off to shower."
With that, she breezed out of the room.
I sat there dumbfounded, clutching her bralette.
So now I had to jerk off with this? Her worn clothes?
If anyone found out, I might get kicked out of the house.
But she permitted it. No, she ordered me.
I had no choice but to obey.
I didn't think she was pranking me.
She made me touch her breast, then stripped to show them off.
That wasn't a joke.
And making me cum on her own clothes?
She had germaphobia, as she'd mentioned.
She might toss soiled clothes without a second thought, but the very idea would disgust her to fainting.
For her to allow this...
It meant she saw the situation as deadly serious.
"Was it that obvious...?"
I thought I'd hidden it well.
Those filthy urges toward Mom, my sisters—I could bury them deep inside, and no one would get hurt.
But apparently, So-young saw right through me.
"Ha..."
Self-loathing crashed over me.
I couldn't face her anymore.
Worst of all? Even now, my dick was rock-hard with excitement.
It was practically protesting for release.
I retreated to my room.
To do her "homework." To calm my raging erection.
"Hoo..."
I locked the door and lay on the bed. Pants off.
My dick stood straight up at the ceiling like a soldier at attention.
I unfolded the bralette in my hand.
Still warm from her body, soaked with her sweat and scent.
I didn't know the fabric, but it was soft and stretchy.
Held to my nose, it carried a faint fabric softener mixed with her sweat.
That scent hit like pheromones, ramping up my arousal.
With her permission as my free pass, I wrapped it around my dick and started stroking.
Closing my eyes brought back her breasts from the striptease, crystal clear.
The soft feel lingered on my palm.
I regretted pulling away so fast.
"Sis..."
Beautiful, strong So-young sister, whom I respected.
Masturbating to her felt better than ever.
"Ha..."
Post-nut clarity always hits after jerking off.
Today's was especially long and brutal.
Given what happened, no surprise.
How could I face her now?
Could I act normal around Mom or Mi-so?
Maybe a creep like me would be better off dead—for the world's sake.
Every dark thought flooded in.
"Jin Sun-hu. Open the door."
"Ah, uh, one sec."
She'd already showered and was knocking on my door.
I scrambled into my pants and opened up. She strode in like it was her room.
"Mmm, smells like night-blooming flowers. You did it right, huh?"
"...Please stop. I messed up."
Her words mortified me to death.
Was there anything more humiliating than family knowing you jerked off?
She ignored me, scanning the room before spotting the balled-up bralette I'd tossed in the bed corner and picking it up.
"You came in here, right?"
"...Yeah. I did."
I couldn't meet her eyes.
"Good boy. From now on, report to me before you jerk off—say you're about to. And after, say you did. No skipping days."
"What? Every day?!"
"Why? Hate it? Should I tell Mom?"
She dangled the bralette teasingly.
Full of my cum inside.
If Mom saw that, I'd have no choice but to jump.
"Sis! You told me to do it!"
"Hehe. Think she'd believe that?"
"Well..."
Right now, she reminded me of Mom playing a drama villain.
Thinking about it, her story sounded insane.
Mom would never buy it straight-up.
"...I never knew you were like this, Sis."
"Jin Sun-hu. Don't overthink it. Just do what I say, and I won't tell a soul. Got it?"
She pulled my head into a hug, patting it like a sulky kid.
To me, this was life-or-death. To her, just a game?
Sadder still—her breasts pressed against my head, making my heart race.
Even now, I was hopeless trash.
"...Fine. I'll report to you every day."
"Smart choice. Night. See you before tomorrow's session."
She left my room beaming, bralette in hand—with my cum on it.
I watched her go, then dropped my head in defeat.