Dohee's Resolve
"Fine. I'll delete them."
"Huh? R-really?!"
Dohee, who had been radiating pure hostility after checking the photos, brightened the instant I said I would erase them. Of course she did. The pictures she had just seen were the ones Mom had taken for me as proof of her submission—her body covered in filthy graffiti, locked into the most shameful poses imaginable. The kind of photos that would destroy a person's life if they ever got out.
Right now Dohee was clinging to the thought that she had protected Mom, and that was finally letting her anger ease a little.
"There's a condition, though."
"What is it…?"
The word condition cooled her right back down. She fixed me with a glare again.
"I'm a guy, after all. Once I've had a taste of a woman, going without feels pretty damn empty."
"…"
I had phrased it carefully, but Dohee understood exactly what I meant. I was saying I needed another woman in Mom's place—and that I intended to use Dohee as the replacement. It was the kind of garbage even I should have been slapped for saying out loud. Honestly, if she had hit me right then I wouldn't have had a single word of defense. But the leverage was mine.
Dohee had only two real choices: walk away, pretend she never saw any of this, and leave me and Mom alone… or step in and take Mom's place herself. Whatever she decided, I had no intention of actually cutting things off with Mom—but Dohee didn't know that yet.
"I-if I take her place… you'll leave Mom alone?"
"Of course. You look pretty damn delicious yourself, Dohee—just like Mom…"
She flinched.
I deliberately let my eyes drag over her body. She was wearing a tracksuit that tried its hardest to kill every trace of femininity, but her chest was every bit as massive as Mom's, and the raw female heat rolling off her was impossible to ignore. Dohee felt my gaze; she wrapped her arms around herself as if to hide and glared at me, but the S-side that had woken up thanks to Mom only made my urge to dominate her burn hotter.
Until a moment ago I had still been hesitating about Dohee. Looking at her now, though, desire was already crawling up through me. She was just as attractive as Mom—dangerously stimulating to a man. Even before I had turned Mom into my slave, my eyes had always been drawn to Dohee's body without me realizing it. This wasn't a brand-new feeling. It was an old one waking up again.
"Then delete every single photo first."
"No."
"Tch!"
She was smart enough to try and erase the blackmail material first (even though Mom had actually taken and sent those shots herself). I wasn't stupid enough to fall for it. Dohee sank into thought, chewing it over. I kept my own nerves carefully hidden and simply watched her.
"Give me a little time to think."
"Fine. Let's head home. And the longer you take… the more Mom is going to suffer."
She jerked.
I stood to leave for the house, and I whispered that last line right against her ear. The promise that every extra second of hesitation would mean more torment for Mom made Dohee clench her fists so hard they shook with helpless rage.
We walked home in total silence. The moment we stepped inside, Dohee vanished into her room and sank into the most serious dilemma of her life.
"Trash!! Trash!! Trash!! Trash!!"
Alone in her room, Dohee started pounding the pillow as if it were Oppa himself. The punches were powerful enough that no ordinary girl should have been able to throw them; the pillow deformed under every blow. It sprang back to shape, but her fury refused to fade.
"I thought of him as Oppa…"
Just the fact that he had violated Mom like that had already filled her with rage. Somewhere deep down, though, a tiny voice had whispered that because he was Oppa she might still be able to pretend this never happened. Mom would be scarred, of course—but Dohee was terrified of watching the family fall apart.
"He was looking at me… looking at me like that?"
Oppa's offer to take her instead of Mom had cut deeper than anything else. The taboo acts alone had already dragged her image of him into the dirt. Hearing that he saw her as a sexual object meant there was no going back to the way things used to be.
She buried her face in the pillow and cried until the tears finally ran dry. Then she steadied herself, left the room, and put on the usual family act. Mom, Oppa, even Sohee—who still knew nothing—all moved through the evening as if everything were normal. Night fell. Dohee lay on her bed still unable to decide, still turning the same impossible choice over and over.
Me… with Oppa… with that bastard…
She swallowed hard.
"Haa… I can't do this. I need to get it out of my system once."
Her head was a mess. Dohee finally gave up and went to the closet, digging out the underwear she kept hidden deep inside. A pair of men's boxer-briefs. Her Oppa Heetae's.
"God, why is this the only thing that works…"
She was angry at herself even as she pulled them out, but she needed them if she was going to clear her head.
Schlick… schlick…
"Ssssshhhaaah~~🤍"
Dohee had always had a strong sex drive; she had been masturbating since she was young. At some point ordinary touching stopped being enough, and she spent long stretches simmering with unrelieved need.
She had originally taken up track just to burn off that lust through exercise. Of course she had fallen in love with the sport itself later and now ran because she wanted to. For a while the training had helped, but as she grew older her desire grew with her until even hard workouts couldn't keep it down.
She had been living in a constant low-level irritation when she first stumbled across Oppa's underwear. She had gone to collect her own dried laundry and found his briefs stiff with dried semen. She understood—guys his age were exploding with hormones—but actually seeing it still made her flinch.
"Huh? What the…?"
She had meant to pretend she never saw them and walk away. Then the scent hit her. A sharp jolt ran through her lower belly, and before she knew what she was doing she had snatched the underwear and carried it back to her room.
"Why am I even doing this?"
Even while she held them she felt disgusted with herself—yet the smell kept pulling her under. The next thing she knew she had the briefs pressed over her face and was masturbating so hard she almost blacked out. She came harder than she ever had in her life, flooding the floor with more juice than she had ever produced, and for the first time her hunger was completely satisfied. The afterglow had been pure bliss.
After that she told herself she had no choice. She started stealing Oppa's underwear on a regular schedule and using them to get off. By now it was pure habit. She could barely climax without them.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick
"Hngh🤍 Yeah… this is just something I can't help…"
Minutes earlier she had been cursing Oppa and calling him trash. Now she was rubbing herself raw with his underwear over her face. The sheer hypocrisy of it sent a twisted thrill through her and she started working her fingers even harder.
"Ssshhhaa🤍 Ssshhhaa🤍 Hnngh… he raped Mom…🤍"
The memory of Mom being taken by Oppa yesterday made fresh slick pour down her thighs. Anyone walking in would have called her a complete pervert, face buried in a man's used briefs—but for Dohee this was simply how she masturbated now. More worked up than usual, she planted her feet, lifted her hips high, and attacked her dripping pussy with brutal strokes.
"M-me too… he's going to rape meeeeee🤍🤍"
The moment the fantasy switched from Mom to herself, Dohee came harder than she ever had in her life. Her hips jerked high off the bed, thighs shaking, and she squirted so violently the spray cleared the floor and hit the wall.
"Hggh🤍 Haaah🤍"
The orgasm was so intense her vision whited out. For the first time in ages she blacked out completely and collapsed into something like sleep.
"Mmm… nh…"
She only came to when the night had turned fully dark. Dohee grabbed the underwear still covering her face and flung it away. She had needed them to get off, but her anger at Oppa hadn't faded at all.
"Ugh… today was especially bad."
The juice she had sprayed earlier had landed on the bed, the floor, even the wall, and had already dried. The room reeked of her own lewd scent; a little embarrassed, she hurried to wipe everything down before heading out for a shower.
That orgasm earlier was too good…🤍 N-no!! It's just because I've been pent up lately. It has nothing to do with Oppa!!
Remembering how hard she had come made her body heat up again against her will. The fact that the fantasy had been about Oppa raping her made her scrub the image out of her mind until her pulse finally settled.
What the hell is wrong with me…
She emptied her head and tried to think again, but no answer came. Depression was just starting to settle over her when a strange sound reached her ears.
—N-no… hngh🤍 Son…
No way!!
She had heard that voice before. Dohee headed straight for Mom's room. Through the slightly open door spilled the exact same sounds she had heard yesterday—Mom's voice, broken and wet.
—Don't you dare act like you hate it while your pussy's squeezing me like that!!
—Ah, noooo🤍🤍
A-again!!!!!
The conversation from the café earlier slammed back into her mind. Dohee felt her whole body start to tremble. She wanted to kick the door in right now, punch Oppa in the face, and drag Mom out of there. But if Mom realized she had been seen like this, the shame would crush her. Dohee bit her lip hard, turned around, and walked to the bathroom instead.
I'm sorry, Mom. This is the last night you have to go through this… just hang on until tomorrow.
Her resolve finally solid, Dohee stepped under the shower while the image of Mom suffering under Oppa filled her mind. She never even noticed the fresh slick still dripping down her thighs, washing away with the water.