The Rude Thug Sister Upstairs (2)
“What the hell's your problem just because I saw your tits? I didn't even get a proper look. Take off your T-shirt. Let me see some bare skin.”
“What... take off my T-shirt?”
She looked puzzled for a moment, but soon stripped off her T-shirt, exposing her massive breasts right there.
“I don't really care... but why do you want me to take it off?”
“Shut up. What's your name?”
“Kim Taehee.”
“Taehee, huh. Got it. Mind if I grope your tits for a bit?”
“? Go ahead.”
Even spreading my palm as wide as possible, I couldn't fully grasp her breasts. At least G-cup, no doubt. Kim Taehee stared at me blankly as I kneaded her firm, bouncy tits like stress balls.
“But aren't you here to complain about something? You came from downstairs, right?”
“Yeah... I'm from 1604, and the noise from upstairs has been nonstop.”
“What noise? We haven't done anything.”
What bullshit. The music alone was blasting like crazy.
“Aren't you guys just being too sensitive? It's an apartment—put up with a little noise.”
“Wow, you're actually blaming us?”
“If it bothers you that much, make more money and move to a standalone house.”
Kim Taehee was the type who poked at every nerve.
“You got a husband?”
“No husband, but my boyfriend's inside. Why, wanna fight? My man's a gangster.”
“Let's go inside first.”
“What... sure, whatever.”
Kim Taehee's boyfriend really was a gangster. I didn't ask his job, but with those steroid-pumped, oversized muscles and 80% of his upper body covered in dragon tattoos, it was obvious. If he wasn't a gangster, it'd be weird.
No wonder Kim Jiwon chickened out and came back.
“Hey, Kim Taehee! Who the fuck is this loser? Who told you to bring some punk into our house?”
“? But he said to come in.”
“So why'd you bring him?”
“? He said to come in.”
The gangster boyfriend looked dumbfounded at Kim Taehee, who was impossible to reason with. Soon, his fierce glare turned to me.
“Who the fuck are you? What, you come in here to stab me or some shit?”
“Whoa~ stabbing? You carry that kinda shit around?”
“Of course, you fucking punk. I'm the action captain of the Mongoose Gang. Want me to gut you too?”
“I don't give a shit about your Mongoose Gang or whatever. What the hell are you even doing up here that's so noisy? What's going on in this apartment?”
“Calling my bros over, drinking, blasting club music, dancing, that kinda stuff. Why?”
“Ever think it's a nuisance to the people downstairs?”
“It's not even me making noise—what do you want me to do?”
True to form for a gangster, he had zero concept of decency.
“As a gangster, you must have plenty of crimes hidden from the cops, right?”
“Obviously. I've buried a few guys myself—the cops couldn't catch me if they tried~”
“Then go turn yourself in at Nakwon Police Station right now and confess every single crime.”
“...What?”
The gangster, who looked ready to stab me any second, suddenly blanked out, stood up, and trudged toward the door.
“Yeah. I'll turn myself in right now.”
“Huh? H-Honey! What the hell are you doing?!”
“Kim Taehee, don't worry about it.”
“Oh, okay. I won't. Whether my boyfriend turns himself in or not.”
Kim Taehee watched her boyfriend march off to his doom with wide-open eyes, completely indifferent. Even after he opened the front door and vanished for good, she didn't bat an eye.
“From now on, no inviting guests, no drinking, no renovations, live quietly. Got it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Always wear slippers indoors, and no sounds after 10 PM.”
“Got it.”
The thug bitch nodded repeatedly.
“Good. Now go around the apartment apologizing for the noise.”
“Okay.”
About 30 minutes later, Kim Taehee returned.
“Did you apologize properly?”
“Yeah. But the downstairs neighbors were too busy with mother-daughter sex to even accept my apology.”
“Oh? Then wanna fuck?”
“Hmm... sure.”
Even my sudden demand for sex got an instant okay.
“Titjob first.”
“Okay.”
I lay on the floor, and Kim Taehee crawled over in a prostrate position, wrapping my cock with her massive tits. Her technique shaking them up and down was no joke. Fitting for a thug—skilled in this department.
“From now on, don't live like a thug. Live properly.”
“Yeah, got it.”
“But damn, your blowjobs are killer.”
“Thanks.”
“Cumming!”
“......”
Cum splattered all over Kim Taehee's face.
“Leave it on. Gonna fuck your pussy now.”
“Okay.”
Leaving the cum on her face untouched, Kim Taehee got on all fours on the floor. I slowly caressed her tanned brown skin from her back down to her ass, pausing at her clitoris. I pinched her clit with my fingers.
“Eek!”
“Feels good?”
“Yeah...”
“I'm the one who sent your boyfriend to jail—aren't you mad?”
“Oh... now that you mention it, I kinda feel mad all of a sudden.”
“Don't be mad.”
“Okay. Not mad anymore.”
Kim Taehee smiled gently, as if she had zero reason to be angry at me. She actually looked pretty cute when she smiled.
“You should be grateful instead. I saved you from that gangster scum.”
“Oh... yeah. Thanks.”
“And for someone you're so grateful to, you gotta repay with your pussy, right?”
“Yeah. Fuck me already.”
“Alright. I'll fuck you—but from now on, live dead quiet like a mouse.”
“Okay.”
“Apologize for the noise with every thrust.”
“Got it... Ahh! S-Sorry for the noise!”
For a thug bitch, her pussy was surprisingly tight. A virgin, maybe?
“I-I haven't been with my boyfriend long... never done it before. Ah! Sorry for the noise♡”
“Heh. Guess I'm popping your cherry. Feel honored.”
“Yes! It's an honor! Sorry for the noise!”
That day, I got about 100 apologies out of her, and the noise from upstairs vanished after. But this incident made me realize how shitty this rundown apartment was, leading me to decide on moving to Pangchang-dong.
#Bonus. Training in Guam
This was originally a Guam trip Seo Jeonghui had booked to go with her son, but I crashed it. What was meant to be a family vacation turned into a training trip.
“Wow, so this is Guam. It's like paradise on earth.”
“...Is it?”
“Jeonghui, you don't seem thrilled?”
“I've been here lots of times.”
Oh, right. Rich bitch perks. But the shadow on her face wasn't just that.
“Thinking about your son?”
“Ah, caught me? I really wanted to come with him.”
“Forget about your son.”
“Yes. I'll forget.”
“Love me more than your son instead.”
“Mm... yes. Got it. I love you now.”
“Good, good. The stewardess said Tumon Beach is stunning—let's fuck there.”
“Sex... I'm a married woman, but okay. If you order it, I have to obey.”
Tumon Beach was full of bikini-clad beauties of all races. Fitting for a world-class tourist spot. And most were couples. Enjoying a resort with their loved one... they'd probably slaved away at work dreaming of this day.
Whatever. No couple-breaking today. The beautiful ocean view purified my mood a bit.
“Public beach sex instead?”
“Yes, sounds good, Master.”
And so, under the scorching sun on the sand, I pistoned vigorously into the rich housewife's pussy when a guy who stood out caught my eye.
What made him so noticeable? He was solo, no couple, working on a laptop even at a resort. And his face rang a bell.
Squinting to figure out who, he approached first with a friendly greeting.
“Hey, Kim Hoyoung.”
“......Who?”
“Ahh! Master! Don't stop!”
She was noisy, so I smacked Seo Jeonghui's ass.
“Hahaha. Still the same, I see.”
“Uh... who are you again?”
“Don't you remember me? You even gave me a name. Been a hassle changing all my documents because of it.”
“...Ah!”
I remembered.
“Gaedung...?”
“Yes, that's me! At the wedding, my wife became your onahole.”
“Oh yeah...”
This guy seemed surprisingly upbeat.
“Came for my honeymoon alone and just stayed. Haha! Great scenery here, right? Don't worry—I'm working properly. Since you're using my wife as an onahole, it's common sense I cover living expenses. Working non-stop, no days off! Was sending clinic records via email, then spotted you. Came to say hi.”
“......You okay?”
“Huh? With what?”
If I'd met Gaedung in the city, I wouldn't have cared. But seeing him diligently working alone amid all the happy vacationers stirred a bit of pity.
So I fetched a blonde white beauty surrounded by bodyguards.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!! GET OFF!!”
“Shut the fuck up and tell your guards to lower their guns, assholes. I'm feeling sentimental today, so I'm holding back. Otherwise, I'd make you suicide.”
“OKAY...”
With that level of security, she must be a big shot. Anyway, the haughty blonde, who was sunbathing with sunglasses, glared arrogantly at me.
“WHO...?”
“Yeah, I don't speak English. Shut up and follow. I'll introduce you to a guy—fuck him.”
“YES, MASTER...”
I gifted the zombie-like woman stumbling across the sand to him, and Gaedung's jaw dropped in shock.
“Hey, Gaedung. Fuck her at least.”
“No, Hoyoung! How did you... th-this is an actress...”
“Don't care. Skip work today, enjoy sex with her. My little favor.”
“Hoyoung... you... not only took my wife as your onahole, but this grace... how can I repay...!”
“Cut the sappy shit. Let's orgy.”
“Understood, Hoyoung.”
The four of us—two men, two women—paired off without interference and indulged in sloppy sex on Tumon Beach.
“FUCK! FUCK!!”
The unknown actress's moans echoed impressively through the streets. Foreigners really say “fuck” during sex. I prefer Korea where we communicate.