Sweet Potato? More Like Pushover!
I was pissed.
In the end, Oppa never came into my room last night. I was in such a foul mood I kicked his moving boxes across the floor.
"Fuck..... fuck...."
I took it out on the cardboard until the worst of it burned off, then washed up to go to school. I stepped out of the bathroom and ran straight into him.
Of course I was going to make the anger obvious. I walked past him without a word and went to my room.
He didn't stop me this time either.
Even so.... even so... if he opens this door and comes in right now, I'll forgive him.
...........
In the end I left first, alone.
"....Haaah..."
I stalked down the street, cursing him under my breath with every irritable step, and before I knew it I was standing in front of the school gate. I took one breath, steadied myself, and put on the mask.
"...Alright."
A gentle mask settled over a face twisted savage with rage. I checked the expression one last time in my hand mirror, then walked onto campus.
My friends, hearing I was transferring, pressed their numbers on me and handed over letters and a long farewell paper they'd all signed. Time slipped by like that. I said my goodbyes, left through the gate early and alone, and peeled the mask back off.
The cold face came back. I tore up every last thing they'd given me and sorted the scraps for recycling.
"Why would anyone even give me this useless crap..."
When I got home, Oppa still wasn't back. I changed first, dumped my old uniforms in the clothing donation bin, and came home to think about what I ought to do to him.
The unkind version, obviously.
Running straight to Dad wouldn't be any fun. Better to feed him the pain a little at a time and detonate it all at the end.
"Hehe..!!"
I could hardly wait.
Time to move. I grabbed a pair of scissors and a hammer from the toolbox and went through Oppa's things one by one — clothes shredded, belongings smashed. Then I stacked the wreckage neatly back into the moving boxes.
I liked the new house. Dad handed me a brand-new smartphone and a card I could use however I wanted.
"Thanks, Dad~!!"
He ruffled my hair and went over to Oppa. Oppa looked like he was enjoying the conversation too... and the thought of wrecking that good mood sent a little thrill through me.
Oppa went into his room, jumped onto the bed, and flopped face-down. Then he got up to unpack and walked over to the boxes.
I stood behind him, trying to quiet the pounding in my chest, dying to know what kind of face he'd make.
Will he get mad...? Of course he'll get mad..!!
Oppa looked inside the box and sighed. Then he turned around and looked at me.
Thump, thump..!!
I couldn't get my heart to settle.
Instead of anything I'd pictured, he picked up the box like it was nothing, walked right past me, and left.
...............
The face looking back at me from Oppa's bedroom mirror was a demon's — a rage I had never seen on myself in my life.
"Lee Ji-eun.... you fucking bastard...! I'm going to kill you...!"
I waited in the room about five minutes before he came back. Our parents had gone out to the real estate office over the whole mess.
"What are you doing in here..."
He was the one who spoke first.
"That thing just now? I did that~"
"I know."
He really doesn't care at all...
"You're not mad..?"
"Not really..."
He wouldn't even look at me.
The anger flared up again, so I pulled out the magic words.
"Lee Ji-eun... you fucker.. little-sister-fucking rapist piece of shit.."
Oppa locked up exactly like yesterday, frozen in stone, and couldn't get a single word out.
"You're not gonna fuck me today..? Oppaaa~♡"
He bit down on his lower lip, mouth clamped shut, staring at the floor.
I was in such a good mood I lay back on his bed, spread my legs, and looked right at him while I moaned loud enough to shake the house down.
"Aaahn~! Mom, Dad.. Oppa's fucking me again todayyy~!! Haaah..!!♡"
Oppa slammed the door shut in a panic and stood there fidgeting, not knowing what to do with himself.
So fucking cute.
"Hehe!! Loser~"
His face went red and he dropped his head. I walked up to him and whispered against his ear.
"Should we just tell Mom and Dad~??"
"N-no..!!"
He shook his head hard, trying to stop me.
From now on, this bastard is my toy. I'll play with him until I get bored, and at the end I'll break him.
I saved my number in his phone, called myself from it, and tossed it back to him.
"You pick up every single time. Got it~?"
I watched him nod, satisfied, and was about to leave his room when I caught him in the mirror — sighing in relief behind my back. It pissed me off so much I could barely stand it.
I checked the time. Our parents still wouldn't be back for a while....
I looked at him again.
I stripped off the shorts and panties I was wearing and threw them aside.
"Suck."
He froze again for a second. Then he saw my face twist and put his head between my thighs.
He tried to use his fingers. I slapped his hand away at once and ordered him to use only his mouth.
He took the order, opened up, and rolled my clit on his tongue until it swelled and pushed out into the open. Then he caught it in his lips and sucked, stubborn and thorough, working it with his tongue.
Chuuup... chyup... chyaaap...!!
He already knew exactly where I liked it. The way he sucked there had me right on the edge in no time.
"Ahh.. nh, Lee Ji-eun.. you suck so fucking well... hnh..!"
His tongue got pulled into my pussy and pushed even deeper, and I clenched down around it from the inside and came once right there.
Pshuut... pyut!
"Haaah...! Hnh, haah..! ....Does your little sister's... pussy... taste good..??"
Gulp... gulp.
I stroked his hair while he swallowed what I'd just come, and then I saw it — that viciously hard cock that had once split my hole open. I pulled his face off me, smiled, and set my foot on top of it.
"What's this~? You got hard over your little sister~?? You were the one who said we should hold back with me... Oppa's actually a pervert, isn't he..? Huh??"
"Th-this... it's not like that."
I grinned and dragged my foot up and down his cock, pressing harder. Precum beaded at the head and dripped.
"Then why are you leaking like this!! ...Huh?! You were planning to fuck me and throw me away from the start!! Weren't you?!"
"It's really not like that, Ji-yeon..! Hhuk..!"
He grabbed my leg to make me stop, so I stepped on his balls. He dropped to the floor and twitched.
"Starting today, no shooting the white stuff~ If I catch you, I'll cut it off..."
I mean that.
I left his room and went back to mine. I could hardly wait to see what I'd play with Oppa tomorrow.
I had a wonderful few days playing with him.
At the dinner table with our parents, I'd press my foot into his cock under the table until he didn't know where to put himself... Burst in on him while he was washing up in secret to see if he was jerking off, just to watch him jump... Call him over at all hours for a massage and then make him eat me out...
Today I wanted a slightly different kind of stimulation....
I laid Oppa on the floor in a sixty-nine, made him lick me, and worked his cock with one hand.
He was pouring cold sweat, sucking at my hole like his life depended on it.
Why?
Chyuuuu...! Chyaaap, chureup..!! Chuk-chuk....
"Hnh..! Ah, right there, that feels so gooood..!! Hnh, five minutes... have passed... Oppaaa.."
Chak! Chak!
Because in my other hand I was holding a big pair of scissors.
If he came, or if I wasn't satisfied within ten minutes, I was going to cut his cock off. That was the deal.
This game didn't end just because I came in ten minutes. I had to be satisfied, or it didn't count.
Oppa was shaking with terror, lapping at my pussy like a dog gone insane.
It felt so good I let him feel the scissors — laid the blades against his cock — and he flinched and went rigid.
"Oppa.. haaah..! Why'd you stop... I'll cut it..? Huh? I'll cut it~"
I rubbed the scissors slowly up and down his cock. He shoved his face into me like he was trying to bury it and sucked like a madman, trembling the whole time.
"Aah..! So goood, ..hnh...!! Cumming again..♡ .."
I looked back. His face was glazed with my juices.
I was having so much fun.
And then more time passed.
It was the day Oppa and I transferred to the new school.
I put on the mask, smiled through my self-introduction, and sat down. First period ended and the kids came flooding over in a pack, asking me everything under the sun.
Of course they were all interested in me.
I smiled just enough and answered their questions. A few of them got clingy and tried to hover; I cut them off cleanly and turned them down nice. They grinned like they liked that even more.
Idiots...
Every break I shook off the ones who insisted on showing me around and went looking for Oppa's class. Through the open door I found his seat and looked in...
He was surrounded by people he'd just met, talking and laughing like he was having the time of his life....
Most of them were guys, but there were girls in there too... not that that was even the point.
How can he be happy when he left me behind..??
Fuck.... fuck, fuck, fuck...!
Lee Ji-eun, that bastard, is supposed to be miserable..!!
I was furious.
I have to drag him out of there right now.
How?
A moment later he came rushing out of the classroom, looking around. I walked straight up to him.
"Having fun..?"
He just stood there like an idiot and didn't answer. I grabbed him and started walking, heading anywhere that looked empty.
We walked, and walked, and I picked up the pace, and we ended up at the wash area behind the school. Luckily there was no one around.
"What's wrong.. did something happen..??"
He asked like he was worried about me. My head was still full of that picture of him smiling.
"Don't smile..."
"What?"
Oppa just kept saying he was sorry, and pulled me into a tight hug.
Son of a bitch... fucking bastard...
I was so angry the tears came.
"Hhuk.. Don't make friends either, ..hhk..! ..Don't even dream about dating... You're not allowed to be happy..! ..Got it..? ..Hic..!"
He said he understood, and kept stroking my back.
Our Oppa really is a pushover, I guess.