Chapter 82
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Between Mom and Little Sister, Part 2
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“Oppa. Why didn't it stand up today?”
After President Max Seung and Han Sea-ah had left, in the bathroom.
Mi-so looked sullen as she stared at my flaccid dick.
“Who knows. Maybe I'm just tired.”
I played dumb and feigned ignorance.
In truth, it was because Noona had wrung me dry down to the root.
“Men have off days too.”
Mom smiled as she washed my body.
My dick might not be standing, but her touch felt good.
I could feel the delicate care she had for me.
“Tch.”
Mi-so lathered me up vigorously, but my dick remained unresponsive.
I could get it up if I wanted to, but I didn't feel like it.
Today, I just wanted to rest my body and mind.
I needed some healing.
The alliance between the two great powers—Mom and Mi-so—fizzled out.
On the day Noona the dragon had invaded.
To stand against a common enemy, the two nations had joined hands.
The Cold War era was over.
Now, they mingled freely even in the demilitarized zone.
The biggest beneficiary was me.
And my dick.
Even though it was hanging its head low right now, it was receiving their gentle touches.
Next time, it would surely rise with great vigor.
Of course, that didn't mean I could abuse my dick.
Still, the anticipation was real.
Someday, might there come a day when I do naughty things with Mom in front of Mi-so, and with Mi-so in front of Mom?
“This time, I'll wash Mom.”
“Me too!”
I had worried Mom too much.
My heart was full of the desire to be filial.
“It feels nice having Sun-hu and Mi-so wash me, but Mom's a bit embarrassed.”
We washed Mom's body meticulously.
Between her breasts, under them, her armpits, her crotch.
Every time my hands passed over sensitive spots, Mom's body twitched in surprise.
I'd definitely planned to call it a night and rest.
But touching Mom's body was awakening the lewd demon inside me.
Why was Mom, a grown woman, so adorably cute?
If Mi-so weren't here, I would've pounced already.
“Next up is Mi-so's turn.”
After finishing with Mom's body, Mom and I tag-teamed Mi-so's.
“Eek! That tickles!”
We scrubbed every nook and cranny of Mi-so's body.
Just like with Mom, we didn't skip a single spot.
Except when my hand went between Mi-so's legs, Mom shot me a knowing glance.
But I rubbed Mi-so's body with a shameless face.
Mother, behold.
I haven't done anything lewd.
Proof? My dick is still so quiet, isn't it?
As if I had nothing to be ashamed of.
I boldly washed Mi-so's body.
Mom couldn't say a word against it.
The wholesome family bath time came to an end.
We dried off amiably.
The three of us slipped into pajamas and lay down on my bed side by side.
Mom and Mi-so on either side of me.
Each holding one of my hands.
Same position as before.
“Good night.”
“Sweet dreams.”
Lights out.
Sleep.
……But my night was just beginning.
I wasn't some weak little country that would just take it lying down forever.
Recall the days we'd been plundered.
The days we'd only trembled with heads bowed.
The days we'd stayed silent and powerless.
Now, light the beacon of counterattack!
“……Mm.”
“Hoo……”
Mom and Mi-so squirmed with soft breaths.
And who could blame them?
My hands were groping their bodies.
I stroked their thighs over their thin pajamas.
No sounds escaped.
Mom was wary of Mi-so, Mi-so of Mom.
They held their breaths to avoid detection.
The two great powers, flustered by the rebellion of the long-oppressed weak nation.
Mom pressed down on my hand firmly.
A refusal that said this wasn't allowed.
Mi-so pinched the back of my hand.
A scolding for what the hell I was doing.
But I steadfastly kept caressing their bodies.
I knew it.
That they were already aroused.
That they'd come to this room with some pent-up desire from the bathroom.
It wasn't as obvious as a man's erection, but I knew Mom and Mi-so were excited.
I teased them lightly with my fingertips and palms.
Just enough to remind them who was beside them.
That alone was enough to prepare their bodies.
Preparing to accept a man.
A familiar man they'd shared beds with many times before.
“Ah.”
“Mm.”
My hands reached their asses.
Mom's ass was soft.
The ass that had borne the two women I loved.
Its value was immeasurable.
A magnificent ass.
I caressed it with reverence.
Mom always dieted carefully, but grumbled that this spot never slimmed down.
On her lean body, what little flesh she had gathered there.
As a fan of Mom's ass, I was nothing but grateful.
The sensation of flesh wrapping softly around my palm.
An ass as warm and cozy as Mom's heart.
Mi-so's ass was firm.
Toned from intense dance routines.
Packed with explosive energy ready to burst.
It pushed back against my fingers defiantly.
An impudent ass.
I kneaded it firmly.
The more I did, the more it resisted.
An ass as spunky as her personality.
Mi-so shook her ass to shake off my hand.
But she couldn't move too much, lest Mom notice.
Mom let me continue until I was satisfied.
Though satisfaction was still far off.
For a while, I enjoyed kneading their asses side by side.
When I finally pulled my hands away, both relaxed with relief.
Heh heh. Think it's over?
My grudge runs deeper than that!
This time, my hands slid upward.
And like arm pillows,
I slipped both arms under their necks.
Tension returned to their relaxed bodies.
“Ah.”
“Oo.”
My hands' final destination: their breasts.
Both wore sleep bras.
No wires, perfect for groping over the fabric.
Bare breasts would be ideal,
but for now, over the clothes.
Like their asses, Mom's breasts were larger.
Mi-so had the biggest in her group, but she couldn't match Mom's world-class size.
Though in firmness, Mi-so won.
That didn't mean Mom's were losing elasticity—that would be a minus.
They'd gained a mature softness befitting her.
Mi-so would call bias and get mad if she heard.
But that's how it felt to me, the one touching.
As I started rubbing their breasts, Mi-so pinched my hand even harder.
But I wasn't backing down.
Next, inside the bras—
“Sun-hu. You asleep?”
Mi-so and I both froze like statues.
“N-no, why?”
Of course Mom knew I was awake.
I'd been groping her breast until she spoke.
So why ask?
To make me tense up?
“No matter what happens, Mom's always on your side, Sun-hu. Even if something tough or painful comes up, never forget that. Even if the whole world turns against you, Mom's got your back.”
“Mom……”
Mom gripped my hand on her breast tightly.
“Oppa. Me too. I'm always on your side, so don't forget.”
“Mi-so too……”
Mi-so did the same, hugging my hand with both of hers.
It was an ambush.
Making me tear up out of nowhere.
“Thank you…… Mom. Mi-so too.”
……But.
That didn't mean I'd end the war.
Wars are easy to start, hard to stop.
We'd already shed too much blood to turn back.
Mom and Mi-so needed to know that.
Mom, you said you're on my side no matter what, right? You'll forgive this too?
Mi-so, you too.
“Ah.”
I withdrew my arms and slipped my hands into their pajama pants.
“Sun… hu……”
“Oppa……”
Mom and Mi-so called my name in small voices too quiet for each other to hear.
I pretended not to notice.
Mi-so grabbed my wrist, trying to pull it out.
Mom rubbed her thighs together to block my hand.
But all futile resistance.
To stop me, they'd need a golf club or something.
“Ah……”
“Oo……”
My fingers grazed their petals over their panties.
Their bodies tensed further, small moans escaping.
Too focused on their own sensations to notice the other side.
Boldly, I rubbed up and down the vertical slit over their panties.
I could tell they were gritting their teeth to stay quiet.
But how long could they hold out?
The more they clenched their thighs, the more sensitive it got.
Their panties were starting to dampen.
I moved my fingers leisurely.
The gates would open soon enough.
Mi-so weakened first.
The tension in her thighs slackened.
Opportunity.
My hand slipped inside her panties.
Clit and labia now in attack range.
“Ah.”
Mi-so let out an involuntary sound from the clit stimulation.
But Mom had no attention to spare.
She was curled up tight, enduring waves of pleasure.
I targeted Mom's clit over her panties.
Unable to withstand the barrage on that tiny bud for long.
“Ah.”
Her legs went limp.
I slipped my hand inside her panties.
Having seized the vital points of both East and West.
From here, only offense.
Both hands controlling two pussies.
Thumbs on clits.
Other fingers on the whole mound.
The mother-daughter duo writhed their hips under the one-sided assault.
But no escaping my hands.
Couldn't overpower me, couldn't make noise.
They had no choice but to take it with mouths shut.
The bed vibrated faintly from their subtle movements.
Only I could afford to notice.
“Eut.”
“At.”
Now, middle fingers inside.
No need to go deep.
The sensitive spots were near the entrance anyway.
Rub rub with my fingers.
Stroking the inner walls.
At this point, it was only a matter of time.
Mom and Mi-so had given up defending.
Both clamped hands over their mouths to stifle sounds.
Indiscriminate slaughter wasn't my goal.
War is an art.
Feeling their pussies' responses, I adjusted spots and pressure.
Gauging how close to climax.
I controlled the peaks themselves.
And simultaneously.
“Eut~~!”
“At~~!”
Mom and daughter climaxing at the exact same moment, like a perfectly timed stopwatch.
Ooh. Nailed it.
Felt like achieving something monumental.
Though I couldn't brag to anyone.
They curled up, trembling.
The bed shook, but neither noticed the other.
I withdrew my hands from their panties.
Both slick with feminine juices.
I licked each lightly.
No taste, no bad smell.
Because I'd washed them clean myself before bed.
Of course, I couldn't tell whose was whose.
Should be fine, right?
Crossing my arms, I brought my hands to their mouths.
Mi-so's juices to Mom's lips.
Mom's to Mi-so's.
Mom dirtied it, so Mom cleans it.
Mi-so dirtied it, so Mi-so cleans it.
I demanded it with actions, not words.
In their post-climax haze, they began licking my fingers.
Unaware it was each other's love juices.
Mi-so lapped like a kitten.
Mom sucked diligently, taking my finger in her mouth.
My little prank succeeded.
Felt like another great achievement.
Still, no bragging.
A profound sense of accomplishment swelled in my chest.
Yet I spent that night unable to do anything about my raging erection.