Secretly Scolding My Cheeky Little Sister♥♥
Secretly Scolding My Cheeky Little Sister♥♥
Early morning.
"Omma's going out. Make sure you eat lunch properly."
"Yes. Eomeonim, thank you!"
As I gladly accepted the bills Madam Park Ju-ok handed over, the attendant following behind her—no, Appa—winked at me and followed after Omma.
"Appa's going too!"
"Yesss, yesss~."
'Seriously, what a lucky match...'
I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Appa, who looked like he had an invisible leash fastened around his neck. How did she manage to train someone like my father so well?
A man who used to get bored so quickly, no matter how pretty.
Well, sure. From the moment they met, she put him in those expensive suits instead of work clothes. What difference does pretty make, really?
And on top of that, we ended up living in this fancy apartment.
Well, I guess spending the rest of my life under Madam Park Ju-ok's care isn't so bad.
Dding-ring.
The front door soon closed, and silence settled over the spacious space.
I quietly heated up the jjigae and scooped out my rice.
Oh, why so quietly, you ask?
Because living in this house is a rude little bitch who seems like she's from a whole different species compared to Omma.
'Mm... that's a ridiculous amount of meat again.'
In the pot, the bubbling jjigae was overflowing with meat.
Two years ago. That is, when I first met my current Omma, she asked me what I wanted to eat the most, and I stupidly said, "Meat."
And ever since that day, I've been eating meat to my heart's content.
Fried rice, kimchi jjigae, doenjang jjigae, you name it—there isn't a single dish here without meat in it.
It should be getting tiresome by now, but I've never once expressed any rejection of the meat to Omma.
Why?
This meat.
It's meat distributed by Omma's company.
Omma works at a fairly large mid-sized company that distributes meat.
And not just as a regular employee, but as the granddaughter of the founder and as an executive.
In short, Omma's family is pretty damn rich.
And Appa, acting as Omma's driver and manager, is living the most abundant life he's ever had.
Cheolkeok.
The sound of a door opening came from far away.
She's awake.
It was her.
The rude bitch.
'Huh? Why's she awake already...?'
I guess she got annoyed because I stopped mid-introduction a little while ago.
Tak, tak, tak.
The sound of the bitch's footsteps drew closer.
Before long, she appeared.
"Hey, you."
And she speaks to me.
Why? Did I do something wrong?
On a normal morning, the most I'd get is a bit of a glare.
Damn. Looks like she's about to nag again.
I turned off the induction cooktop properly, I cleaned my room without making it smell. What else is there?
I didn't even make any slurping noises.
She didn't catch me sniffing the panties in the laundry basket, did she?
As I was wrapped in unease, I slowly raised my head and saw her in her pajamas.
Heh. Now that she's an adult, she wears those pajamas that really cling to the body.
Her tits were naturally big like Omma's, and now that I see her, her pelvis is quite wide too.
Anyway, she's pretty, I'll give her that.
"Yes...?"
"Don't you work?"
.
.
.
'Shit.'
Huh, now she's picking fights over any little thing.
It's not like I've been jobless for just a day or two.
Sure, I'm a bum, and I'm getting up there in age too.
But she asks me so blatantly?
Today, she seemed to have flushed her manners down the toilet even more than usual.
"I'm looking for one."
"For 2 years now?"
"Yes."
But, luckily, I'm a bit thick-skinned like Appa.
I nodded my head as if it were no big deal.
"Why don't you go to Omma's company?"
"I went to college..., a factory job is a bit..."
"Didn't you go to a junior college?"
"So what?"
Bitch. Was it that day?
Today, her mouth was especially vicious. I wonder if she knows I'm nine whole years older than her?
I'm not expecting her to call me 'oppa,' but shouldn't we at least respect each other?
A surge of anger welled up, but I suppressed it deep inside and maintained my shameless expression.
Why? Because if I get angry, I lose.
"It was a prestigious junior college, you know?"
"Finish eating and make sure you do the dishes. Don't make Omma do them."
I'll do them, you bitch!
I swallowed the words I couldn't bring myself to spit out and nodded.
She spun around.
Thought about kicking her right in the ass.
Even in that moment, I could see her tight, wrinkle-free ass.
Age really is a gangster.
Her buttocks showed no sign of sagging, so taut and firm they looked ready to burst out of her pants.
A pretty hot sight, but seeing it after she'd completely trampled my heart...
Well..., shit. That made it even hotter.
Guess I have no pride. Seriously.
'Ah...'
It was during a very brief moment of self-reproach.
In that instant, the app that had finished its days-long testing came to mind.
'Did she really have to trample me down that much to feel satisfied?!'
It's not that I hadn't thought of it from the start. But I didn't plan on using it like this.
Even so, family is family.
Because of that tiny, squirming moral conscience deep in my heart.
Besides, I had a very important schedule set up for today.
If things went wrong, it was a situation where I might have to stop time twice in the same circumstances.
At a moment like this, was it right to use one of those times right now?
'I'll fuck her up tomorrow...'
Something I could easily put off until tomorrow, as simple as that.
'No! Now! It has to be with this feeling now. Tomorrow, I'll just want to forgive her again!'
But I wasn't the type to be that rational.
I put down my half-finished spoon and headed straight for my room.
My fully charged phone. The empty-nest Madam and the slave—no, Appa. And my defenseless younger sister, wearing nothing but pajamas.
A completely perfect situation.
As expected, now is the right time.
"What the hell, you didn't do the dishes again! Seriously!"
It was then.
Her irritated voice stabbed into my ears.
"I'm still eating! I'll be right there!"
I stopped the brief hesitation I had, ran the app immediately.
And right then.
I touched [Activate].
"Good. This feeling. It's done."
Suddenly, a silence descended as if the very air had frozen still.
I opened the door immediately and headed outside.
'She's seriously a piece of shit...'
Although I'd clearly answered her that I was still eating, I faced her there, frozen mid-motion, putting my half-eaten rice bowl and soup bowl into the sink.
She should just go to school or something.
Why the hell does she do this to me?
I shook my head unconsciously and approached her.
'She's fucking gorgeous, though...'
Looking at her frozen like this, my feelings changed in an instant.
I had planned to start with spanking her ass, but a wave of dizziness hit me like I'd collapse if I didn't see her tits right away.
I immediately unbuttoned her pajama top, which was straining like it was about to burst.
"Wow. Holy shit. They're packed tight..."
I thought the bra was giving them a bit of a boost, but instead, I saw restrained tits.
A mass of breast flesh spilling over the edges like it was overflowing.
I unfastened her bra right away.
Then, her breasts were revealed, molded into the shape the bra had held them.
"Wow. Killer."
Incredible huge tits. And on top of that, innocent, bright pink nipples were plumply erect. I don't know why they were aroused, but first, I pressed down on one between my index finger and thumb and gently tugged.
The sensation of the tender flesh was even softer than expected.
'Wow. The texture, shit...'
Maybe because of the tendency for time-frozen things to try returning to their stopped state, the nipple, stretched out like cheese, slowly regained its original shape.
It didn't have the usual bounce-back feel, but I was fully satisfied regardless.
It felt like I'd really found the proper way to use this app.
"If you hadn't insulted me, I wouldn't have gone this far. It's your fault. Got it?"
As expected, there was no answer to the words I threw at her while looking into her unfocused pupils.
Feeling reassured again, I grabbed her bottoms and panties and pulled them down at once.
Her pale pink pussy filled my vision. I'd thought she'd gotten a bit chubby lately, and sure enough, her pussy was plump and chubby too.
The flesh of her pussy, plumped up convexly, was shut tight, so cute.
"Cute and tight. Even her pussy is pretty."
Peace of mind—no, excitement—washed over me, making me wonder if I'd even been angry before. To observe her more deeply, I lifted her up and sat her on the sofa.
Then, when I grabbed her legs and lifted them up, her legs were fixed in a perfect 'M' shape.
Her prettily split pussy was clearly exposed.
"P-pink. Shit."
Quite a few women have passed through my hands, but I'd never seen a pink-colored pussy before. I thought it was some kind of fantasy you only see in porn games or manga.
My heart was practically trembling, even though I'd lived my life being called a slut by my friends.
Her pussy was no different from a mirage that didn't exist in the world I lived in.
I immediately buried my nose in it.
"Huup! Haa, heuup!"
I wanted to find that smell I'd caught from her panties, but maybe because time was stopped, there was no scent. Instead, the pussy juice that had already leaked smeared onto my nose.
"It's slippery."
I took my tongue straight to it.
Although I couldn't feel the taste or smell, the chewy texture alone was no different from a real, living pussy. I flicked my tongue, pressed against her labia, upward, splitting the hole open.
Like unzipping something, in the gap that opened with a jjeok, her red vaginal wall was revealed.
When I pushed my tongue right in, the tight hole clenched with elasticity. I rubbed the sticky flesh with the flat of my tongue.
The sensation spread through me as if the flesh inside was wriggling, the surrounding flesh swelling against the vaginal wall on the lower side pushed by my tongue.
Her pussy, which felt no different from one wide awake, sent my heart racing like it would burst. My cock, also erect like it was about to burst, twitched constantly inside my pants.
Felt like a bit of precum had leaked too.
"The time is already—!"
I hurriedly checked the app and saw the number [16:45]. A full 14 minutes had already passed.
To finish up, I'd need to wipe her pussy a bit and dress her, so I had to wrap things up at least 5 minutes before, meaning the actual time left was even less.
Desperately, I buried my lips in her pussy again.
Jjeop, jjeop, jjob, jjo-op. Jjop.
Then I began to suck greedily.
As I crushed her clitoris with my upper lip and sucked her labia in like I was going to rip it whole, the thick flesh stretched out like a rubber band.
When I then put my tongue in, rolled it around, and rubbed as if trying to smooth out the wrinkles of her vaginal wall, the uneven flesh pushed back and squeezed my tongue again, over and over.
Jjilkkeok, jjilkkeok, jjeop, jjeop, jjigeok.
An obscene sound echoed from her pussy, thoroughly soaked in my saliva.
"A person's asshole can be this round, huh."
Then I grabbed both her legs and lifted them up. Her buttocks lifted up as if flipping over, and her anus, which had been facing the floor, rose up nicely for me to see.
Tightly clustered pink anal wrinkles, as if color-coordinated with her pussy.
"Even her wrinkles are pretty. Crazy."
Glistening wet from the saliva that had dripped down, it looked really quite delicious.