Kim Ah-young - Younger Sister's Volunteer Work (1)
Kim A-young - Sister's Volunteer Work (1)
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Kim A-young hurried her steps so she wouldn't be late for the appointed time.
As she neared the meeting place, familiar alleyways began to come into view.
The destination A-young was heading toward right now was none other than the slum.
There was only one reason she had returned a year after leaving that dreary neighborhood.
It was because she had started doing volunteer work in the slum every weekend.
Her family, especially her older brother Jin-sol, had desperately tried to stop her from volunteering in the slum.
Her brother had wanted her to stay at the nursing home where she originally volunteered.
However, the place she had wanted to volunteer at from the very beginning was the slum.
Because she had grown up there herself, she knew exactly how desperately the people there needed help.
It was simply because minors were institutionally barred from volunteering in the slums that she had volunteered at the nursing home instead in the meantime.
A-young originally had a personality that couldn't easily refuse others' requests.
She was especially weak when it came to her brother's requests.
However, when she believed she was right about something, she would never back down.
No matter how much her brother tried to persuade her, it was no use.
One of Kim A-young's philosophies was that if there was a vulnerable person in front of her and she could help them, she must not turn away.
So, the moment she became an adult, she joined a volunteer organization and declared that she would go to the slum every weekend.
Thanks to her rushing, A-young was able to arrive at the entrance of the slum on time.
The Team Leader-nim had already arrived and was waiting for her.
The Team Leader-nim was a man in his mid-50s who had been active in the volunteer organization for nearly 20 years.
As far as she knew, he also served as a deacon at his church, and he was more passionate about serving others than anyone else.
The Team Leader spotted A-young, who had just arrived, and immediately began briefing her on the precautions.
“As you know, A-young, the security in this neighborhood is poor. That's why I organized the team so that we always work in pairs when volunteering.”
He paused for a moment and glanced at Kim A-young's body.
A pure face that could be called the textbook definition of an idol, paired with a slender body.
Yet, the curves that needed to go in went in, and the curves that needed to come out definitely came out.
It was as if all the little body fat she had was concentrated in her breasts and buttocks.
Having a 20-year-old virgin with such an attractive body doing volunteer work in the slum was far from desirable.
“A-young, don't take this the wrong way, but listen to me. Do you really have to do this work? I have two daughters around your age. I would never let my daughters set foot anywhere near this slum. That's how dangerous this neighborhood is.”
“Someone has to do it. This is something I can do. So I can't just turn away.”
In the end, the Team Leader failed to persuade Kim A-young.
It seemed her stubbornness was not something just anyone could break.
The two entered the alleyway closest to the neighborhood entrance.
More than a dozen doors lined both sides of the narrow alleyway, which was barely wide enough for a single person to pass through.
In other words, over twenty households were living in this single alleyway.
Leading his new team member, the Team Leader visited each home and handled the work with great proficiency.
Then, just as they were down to the last house in the first alleyway, his cell phone suddenly rang.
“Ah, my daughter.”
It seemed to be his family.
However, as the call progressed, the Team Leader's face grew pale.
“What's wrong?” A-young asked anxiously as soon as the call ended.
The Team Leader replied with a shivering voice.
“My wife was in a car accident. They said she's been moved to a major hospital, so I need to go right away.”
The Team Leader was about to rush out immediately but hesitated.
He belatedly remembered his team member who would be left alone.
“A-young, don't even think about staying. You go straight home, too. This neighborhood isn't a place for a woman to wander around alone.”
And with that, he vanished out of the alleyway in an instant.
Left alone, Kim A-young fell into a dilemma.
She looked down at the file folder in her hand.
Inside, sparse information such as the names and ages of the residents living in each tiny room was written down.
This was because the occupants of the rooms changed almost daily, making it impossible for the volunteer organization to collect detailed information.
Because of that, they had to visit in person every week to manually update the information.
Now, there was only one room left.
It was a room hidden in the deepest corner of the alleyway.
According to the documents, the occupant of this room was Mr. Jang Sun-deok.
Age: 55. The remarks section read: 'Wife had an affair and left home after his business went bankrupt. Developed a speech impediment as an aftereffect.'
“It's the last remaining room... Should I just call it a day here and leave?”
If she left now, she wouldn't be able to come back for another week.
And she knew all too well that seven days was a very long time in the slum.
An old man passing away without a sound was a very common occurrence in the slum.
If that happened, the old man's corpse would be left untouched and abandoned for seven days.
Because he was a man abandoned even by his family. There would be no one to look for him.
A-young steeled her resolve and knocked on the door of the last tiny room.
But there was no response.
She grabbed the worn-out doorknob and carefully opened the door.
Fortunately, she did not discover a dead body.
Mr. Jang Sun-deok was staring blankly at a wall, not caring that someone had entered.
The man's appearance, having been abandoned by his family, was miserable.
At fifty-five years old, he was still too young to be considered an old man.
However, whether from weathering all the storms of life, his outward appearance was no different from an elderly man's.
A head bald up to the crown. Deep wrinkles etched into his forehead. A body so gaunt that only skin and bones remained.
The old man's head turned very slowly.
Belatedly noticing the guest who had visited his room, he stared intently at her.
A moment later, the old man mumbled, trying to say something to her.
“Excuse me? Do you have something to say to me?”
Only after mumbling for a long time did a proper word finally pop out.
“...Honey.”
Was this also a part of the speech impediment noted in the remarks section?
A-young was briefly flustered by the title the old man used to address her, but she quickly collected herself.
A-young checked the file folder for what she needed to do.
Of all days, today was the day she was supposed to give Mr. Jang Sun-deok a bath.
Normally, the Team Leader-nim would have bathed him as a fellow man, but right now, she was all alone.
“It's okay. I have experience washing elders at the nursing home. I can do this.”
Of course, there was no way a luxury like a showerhead existed in this cramped room.
Even though it was called a bath, given the circumstances, wiping the old man's wrinkled body with a wet towel was all they could do.
There was nothing difficult about it.
“Elder, it's time for your bath.”
“That? With honey? That?”
“Yes, I'm going to wash your body.”
The old man reached out with both arms toward A-young.
Just like a young child asking an adult to undress them.
The old man obeyed A-young's instructions well.
So, she was quickly able to strip off all his clothes except for his underwear.
Since the weather hadn't warmed up yet, the water in the basin was cold.
A-young soaked the towel in the water, held it in her hands for a moment to warm it up, and then began wiping the old man's body.
Wherever the towel passed, gray grime trickled down.
However, without showing the slightest sign of disgust, A-young washed the old man's entire upper body with practiced hands.
But a problem arose when it was time to move on to his lower body.
For the first time, the old man rebelled against A-young's instructions.
A-young was flustered.
“Elder, is there something making you uncomfortable?”
The old man frowned.
It seemed the words he wanted to say weren't coming out properly.
“Honey. Only you. Me too. Together. That.”
No matter how much she coaxed and persuaded him, it was no use.
Whenever the towel tried to touch his body, the old man swatted A-young's hand away.
Thinking "surely not," A-young asked.
“By any chance, are you saying you want to wash my body too?”
Only then did the old man frantically nod his head up and down.
His face brightened like a child receiving candy, to the point that A-young's guard dropped for a moment.
In the end, A-young also took off all her clothes except for her underwear.
It was an unavoidable measure to continue her volunteer work for the old man.
The old man pointed with his finger at the wet towel in A-young's hand.
From the wet towel, the grime from the old man's body was dripping steadily.
Surely he didn't intend to wipe her body with this?
“Elder, I already washed up at home. So you just need to wash yourself.”
A question mark seemed to appear on the old man's face.
“Here. Home. Honey. Together. Live.”
And soon after, veins began to bulge over the old man's wrinkled forehead.
The old man's face was already contorted with fear.
“Another. Home. Have? Honey? Maybe?”
It was a mistake.
It seemed she had touched upon the old man's trauma.
A-young hastily spat out an excuse.
“Of course not. I must have been confused for a second. Here, take this. Now it's your turn to wash me.”
A-young handed the wet towel to the old man.
He received it with trembling hands, treating it as if it were a precious treasure.
The old man gripped the wet towel with his bony hand and brought it over the body of the woman he called "Honey."
Clean, beautiful skin that didn't suit the filthy, foul-smelling space.
He began to rub the grime-covered towel all over it.
Unexpectedly, the old man was very meticulous in wiping A-young's body.
A-young felt a pang of doubt.
'It seems like they had a great marital relationship, to the point of washing each other's bodies. So why did his wife run away?'
The frail old man's hand dropped the towel before long.
But did he not notice?
The old man didn't seem to have any intention of picking the towel back up.
He continued the act of cleaning A-young's body.
His skin-and-bones hand touched the softest part of A-young's skin.
For a moment, A-young barely held back a scream.
It was surely a coincidence.
The old man's hand touching her breast was an accident.
Even so, that chilling sensation was not easily erased.
'These feelings are wrong. The elder is just trapped in a delusion, having returned to his happy days. To not shatter his illusion, I can't stop here.'
A-young placed the wet towel back into the old man's trembling hand.
But it wasn't long before the old man dropped the towel again and felt up A-young's bare skin.
This time, it was her side, and then her lower stomach.
While "washing" A-young's body, the old man kept groping her all over.
'It's okay. If it's for a pitiful old man abandoned by his wife, this much is nothing. Not doing what I can is not the right spirit of volunteerism.'
When there wasn't a single dry spot left on A-young's upper body, soaked with the grime-water, she took the wet towel back from the old man.
“Since you've washed my upper body, Elder, it's my turn now.”
Fortunately, this time the old man didn't rebel against A-young's words.
At a very fast pace, even more hurried than when her upper body was washed, A-young washed the old man's lower body.
She was slowly reaching her limit.
Even with her ardent spirit of volunteerism, having her body groped all over by an old man she had just met today was not an easy thing to endure.
She desperately wanted to go home and wash her body clean.
As soon as the act of washing the old man was over, A-young looked for the spot where she had taken off her clothes.
However, the clothes that should have been there were gone. A-young looked at the old man in disbelief.
Surprisingly, her jeans were in the old man's hands.
“Elder, could you please return my clothes?”
The old man answered in a slow, slurred tone.
“Honey. That. Still. Left.”
No. The bath was over.
She was not the old man's "Honey," and now she really just wanted to go home.
But the old man's gaze was directed downward.
Following his gaze, she saw the grimy underwear that had never been taken off the old man's body.
“Ah, I was in such a rush that I forgot. But I'm sorry. Any more than this, even I...”
A-young instantly lost her words.
It was because the old man had pulled down and taken off his underwear himself.
And between the old man's crotch dangled a male organ of a size she had never seen before.
The one she knew well. And the only penis she knew was her biological older brother's.
Her brother's small and cute member, which she had seen while growing up together.
A-young's common sense was based on her biological brother's member.
However, the old man's was completely different from the common sense A-young knew.
A length that looked to be at least twice the size of A-young's standard.
Instead of the skin tone she was familiar with, it was a dark hue, as if tanned by the sun.
And above all, it gave off an unspeakably foul stench.
The smell that wouldn't disappear no matter how hard she washed the old man's body.
The source of that stench was exactly the old man's crotch.
The moment he took off his underwear, the stench became so severe that her nose stung.
A-young felt her head spin from the stench she was smelling for the first time in her life.
She muttered with difficulty.
“Th-This is a service I cannot provide. Please give me back my clothes.”
However, the old man was making a fierce expression he had never shown before.
“That. Together. Do. Promise.”
“I'm sorry. I washed everywhere else with all my heart. Please, just not there...”
“That. Wrong. I. Taught. Honey. That.”
Doubts arose as to whether the "that" the old man before her was referring to was really a bath.
“What do you want me to do?” A-young asked with a trembling voice.
“That. In there. Put it. Deep inside. With that. Thoroughly. That.”
It was completely incomprehensible.
The words the old man was saying. This situation. Everything was outside of A-young's common sense.
The old man was clearly mistaking her for his wife.
If so, what on earth was he trying to make his wife do?
Were the things the old man was saying really something he could make his wife do while bathing together?
As if to help the bewildered A-young understand, the old man placed a hand on her shoulder.
A-young freaked out and tried to pull her body away, but...
...it was no use.
The bony hand of the old man, who couldn't even properly hold a wet towel earlier, crushed A-young's shoulder with an unbelievable force.
Against an irresistible force, A-young's knees bent involuntarily.
Her field of vision gradually lowered.
Past the old man's upper body, where his ribs protruded, and even further down.
Until the old man's penis finally entered her field of vision.
“That. In there. Put it. Deep inside.”
The old man's words repeated once more.
Only then did she partly understand what the old man was saying.
The old man was commanding her to put his penis into A-young's mouth.
“Th-This is not a bath! This is something you should never make your beloved wife do!”
“Bath. Right. I. Taught you. But. Forgot. Honey. Again. Training.”
She struggled, but it was no use.
With the strength of a frail woman, she couldn't shake off the hand gripping her shoulder.
It seemed the old man was thoroughly angered by not receiving proper bath service.
As if he was going to teach her the method himself, he pushed his hips further forward.
A dark, pitch-black rod drew closer and closer to A-young's lips.
<Kim A-young's Ero Status>
1. Age: 20 years old
2. Height: 163cm
3. Measurements: 86-58-89 D-cup
4. Sexual Experience:
Hands [0 times] Mouth [0 times] Breasts [0 times] Pussy [Virgin] Creampie [0 times] Anal [Virgin]
5. Traits:
Spirit of Volunteerism [If it is within the range of volunteer work she can do, she must absolutely provide the service.]
Submissiveness [Finds it difficult to refuse others' requests. However, she firmly refuses actions that go against her beliefs.]
6. Evaluation: An SSS-tier conditioning target that is truly hard to find in modern human society. A perfect virgin body with no experience with men, let alone masturbation. The owner of a chaste mind who has never even had a dirty thought. At first glance, she seems easy to corrupt, but she is actually the highest difficulty. She categorically rejects any actions that violate her two principles: 'Volunteerism' and 'Love for her Biological Brother'. It is recommended to use 'that' among the Administrator's abilities.