Stop It...♥
It wasn't like I'd made up some lie out of thin air. And it definitely wasn't something I'd said just to tease Park Eun-ji. It was simply my honest impression. Park Ah-young's pussy really had tasted good. So I'd just told Park Eun-ji exactly how I felt.
“……”
“Hmm…”
Actually, thinking about it now, my intentions hadn't been that pure. After all, I'd basically told her I'd fucked her older sister—right in the same apartment, while Park Eun-ji was asleep, without anyone noticing. And sure enough, that impure little jab seemed to have landed exactly as intended.
Park Eun-ji's face flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes gleamed with fury as her expression twisted into something vicious.
“Ah, just in case you're thinking it—don't start spouting that 'rape' bullshit again. It was consensual.”
I kept my tone casual, but I couldn't help tensing my shoulders. I was ready to throw my arms up to block her at any second.
“…Consensual? Are you seriously saying it was… consensual right now…?”
Her voice came out hollow. She glared at me with that terrifying look that said, Say that shit one more time. Yet the tension in my shoulders eased a little at her unexpectedly different reaction.
“Yeah. We agreed to have sex, me and your sister.”
“…You crazy bastard… You really just say whatever the fuck comes out of that hole in your face, don't you, you piece of shit…?”
I'd expected her fist to come flying at me immediately. But Park Eun-ji's reaction was quite different from what I'd imagined. Or rather, it was more accurate to say she was in denial. She looked like she didn't believe a word I'd said about sleeping with her sister—about us agreeing to it.
“You know that mole she has under her tit, right?”
It was in a spot you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely. Still, it was much bigger than an ordinary freckle, so there was no way I could've missed it after we'd been tangled together.
“……”
“What? You didn't know?”
“…Please, haa… Whatever. Fuck. Why the hell am I even talking to a bastard like you…”
With that, Park Eun-ji shot up from her seat. She rummaged through her bag, pulled out her phone, and immediately pressed it to her ear.
“……Why the hell isn't she picking up…”
She tucked her messy hair behind her ear. The strands that had been hanging down disappeared, revealing her now-pale face.
“You could've just waited… She's probably on her way back by now anyway.”
“Shut the fuck up. Seriously… If you don't want to die…”
She hung up and redialed several more times. But when the situation refused to go her way, she finally snapped and hurled the phone onto the bed in frustration.
“Ah, fuck… I knew I shouldn't have gone drinking with that bitch…”
Park Eun-ji messed up the hair she'd just fixed. Whatever was tormenting her, she even started yanking at her own strands.
“Hey, enough. Come here for a sec.”
I crooked my finger at her. The gesture felt completely natural—almost arrogant without me even trying.
“…What?”
“Get over here, you crazy bitch.”
A sense of satisfaction filled my chest—the primal high of having finished the act of reproduction as a male. Thanks to that, a self-esteem I'd never possessed before came pouring out nonstop.
“…H-Have you lost your fucking mind… You crazy bastard! Get a grip!”
Park Eun-ji clenched her fists tight, glaring at me like she wanted to kill me.
“Ah, what? When I tell you to come, you should just say ‘yes’ and get your ass over here, you dumb slut.”
Just like last time, I picked up my phone. I even gave it a little shake for her to see, then quickly played the video.
“Haa… You fucking lunatic…”
A moan leaked out from the tiny screen. The owner of that rather lewd, arousing sound was, of course, Park Eun-ji herself.
“…You bastard, you really don't know when to stop, do you…”
Her shoulders trembled with rage. Her eyes had turned bloodshot. Yet slowly—very slowly—she began walking toward me.
“…How long are you planning to blackmail me with that…”
“Blackmail? Me…?”
I answered innocently, as if I had no idea what she was talking about.
“……You came anyway. So now what, you bastard…”
Her face was full of irritation, but her body was honest. Unable to resist the threat, she quickly arrived right in front of me.
“…Hng, hngh!”
“Haa… I just felt like doing this.”
“…Haa, fuck…”
I pulled Park Eun-ji into my arms. Her waist was slender yet firm and toned. And no matter how I rubbed my face against it, the soft, supple skin beneath the thin fabric tickled my cheeks.
“……U-Ungh.”
Park Eun-ji tensed her lower abdomen, trying to hold herself together. I felt a twinge of disappointment at how quickly her abs had hardened.
“If I'd wanted to, I could've done all sorts of bad things to you while you were asleep, you know?”
“…Y-You might've, you fucking bastard.”
“But I didn't. You know that, right?”
“…How the hell would I know? How am I supposed to trust a bastard like you.”
Park Eun-ji was misunderstanding something.
“Why would you trust me? No matter what I do, you can't do anything about it anyway.”
“…What?”
Smack—!
“H-Hngh!”
“Hngh… That hurt me too.”
I slapped her plump ass once, and my palm stung from the impact.
“U-Ugh… What the—haa… hngh…!”
This time I grabbed and kneaded her ass. The thin pants might as well not have been there; it felt almost like I was touching bare skin directly.
Swish— swish—
But it wasn't quite the same as bare skin. So to feel more of her, I yanked her pants down in one swift motion.
“Y-You bastard…!”
Park Eun-ji's shoulders shot up. She'd tried to act calm, but her body couldn't help twitching on its own.
“…See? All you can do is curse at me.”
Yet that hand never came flying at me. Even as her lower belly trembled slightly, even as her pants slid past her knees and pooled on the floor, she still stood right in front of me.
“Hiss, haaa…”
I buried my face against her panties. The pure white fabric was slightly wedged between her folds, creating a rather lewd shape.
“Smells good. Makes me think it'll taste good too.”
“…Ah, fuck. F-Fuck…”
Her bare thighs, revealed below the pants, gleamed like porcelain and twitched faintly.
“…Smooch. Suck. Slurp… Smooch.”
“A-Ahng… Haa, don't… D-Don't do that, you fuck…!”
I pressed my lips firmly against the panties, rubbing them over her plump, swollen folds.
“A-Aah… But don't squeeze too hard either.”
Park Eun-ji's hands found my head. Not only did she rest them there—she grabbed fistfuls of my hair like handles and started yanking.
“Lick, lick, slurp… Smooch, smooch.”
“Ungh! Haa, haa, haaah…!”
Even the way she tugged at my scalp felt good. Every little stimulus only turned me on more.
“Mmm… Looks like you're getting a little wet—”
“B-Bullshit!!”
Park Eun-ji denied it desperately, but the fact was her panties were steadily growing damp. Whether it was from my saliva or the juices leaking from her pussy, no one could tell.
“…You're gonna fall over like that. Want to sit down?”
The trembling in her legs was getting worse. She looked so unsteady that it wouldn't have been surprising if she dropped straight onto her ass.
“U-Ungh! Haa… haa, haaang…♥!”
My consideration was pointless—Park Eun-ji was too busy letting out seductive moans. She didn't seem to hear a word I said anymore. Still clutching my head, she leaned her body halfway against me.
“S-Stop! Stop it already…♥!”
Just like Park Ah-young, she kept denying herself even as she pulled my head closer to her crotch.
“Hngh, hngyaaaah…!!”
Finally, a loud moan she'd been holding back burst out. At the same time, her body collapsed forward onto me.
“U-Ungh… Haa, haa… haaah…”
She was already coming, her body convulsing in orgasm. She yanked my head against her breasts, heart pounding wildly, focusing only on catching her ragged breath.
I laid Park Eun-ji down on the sofa with her back against it, my body naturally moving over hers.
“…Did that feel good?”
It was childish. And it completely killed the mood. But even knowing that, I couldn't help asking. Watching her tremble with such obvious pleasure, there was no way I could just let it pass without saying something as a man.
“D-Don't ask me that! I-I told you not to ask…!”
She snapped at me, but it felt like the most honest answer she'd ever given.
“Y-You're heavy! Get off me already…!”
She was the one still holding onto me, yet she was taking her frustration out on me for no reason.
“…Ha, haha.”
“Don't laugh…!”
Her expression was so different from the Park Eun-ji I used to know that I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from curling up.
“…H-Hey!!”
Eventually my hand slid downward. After groping her ass a few more times, it moved toward her panties.
“Enough already—just lift your hips.”
“…A-Are you insane? W-Why the hell would I do what you say… haa…”
Her hips twitched. It looked like she was dying to raise them right away.
“Not gonna do what I say, huh?”
“…Because you keep blackmailing me with that disgusting video, you fuck…”
Her waist kept trying to lift on its own. The way she was torn between instinct and reason was honestly adorable.
Pat— pat—
“Hngh…”
“If you get it, then hurry up and lift.”
“Haa, haa… You bastard…”
Her words were rough, but her hips rose obediently. Swish—
“A-Aahng…”
Her panties, soaked with either saliva or pussy juice, rolled down as I pulled them off. Plop— I tossed them aside without a second thought.
And then, right at the worst possible moment, a knock sounded at the door.
Knock— knock—
“……I-I'm back… D-Do-hyun… Could you open the door…?”
It was Park Ah-young's voice, soft and drawn out like a whisper.
“Looks like your sister's here. Now what?”
Park Eun-ji's pupils trembled violently.
“…Do-hyun, you asleep? Sorry! C-Could you open the door…!”
Park Eun-ji's gaze darted between the front door and my face.