How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

Chapter 101

How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

I’m a writer of nonsense (incest)… By the way, the illustration of my work is ‘younger sister’?

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Chapter 101 – [I’m Worried Because My Son Doesn’t Look Like Me]

“Hey, what is this?”

With strides, the ‘younger sister’ on the bed approaches me.

“…Hey, this is something I really don’t know…”

[Son lover]
[486 ways to fuck a son]

It seemed that I made it after my pen name, and even the title was very omitted.

“… You really don’t know?”
“Uh, uh, yes. Really… I really don’t know… “
“Hah… If you don’t know, then someone knows… Uh?”
“…Just, who made it that way…”
“So, who is who?”
“… It’s me, that, I don’t know… “

It is not uncommon for materials or genres to overlap on this floor.
Moreover, in such a dark place, especially if it is a limited subject matter of incest.

And tags that appear in the description of the work.

[Mother and Child] [Not Essay] [Yeoju]

“Haaa…”

I feel a lot of aggro in the tag.
That pen name and the title of the work were added, and I was dizzy.

“You don’t know? You really don’t know?”

I face the eyes of the ‘younger sister’ full of doubts.
I salivated at my teeth and just nodded my head slightly as if I really didn’t know.
Despite my reaction, the ‘younger sister’ was still glaring at me with a meaningful face.

“Ah ah … This, you look at this, you are a mother. My mom suddenly learned to use her brother her, and what are you doing secretly now?”

That’s a questionable situation.
I’m sure I would have thought that too.

But, I really don’t know.
Even if really [Son lovers] Were ‘Mom’, I didn’t know anything about it.

“…Really? Don’t you believe what I’m saying?”
“Uh. I don’t believe it.”
“Ah…”

The eyes of the ‘younger sister’ who said she would not believe it without worrying were very fierce.
In fact, even if I were in the situation of the ‘younger sister’, it’s clear that I wouldn’t believe it.

“And look at this. There’s even a prologue?”

‘Younger sister’ once again held out the screen in front of me.

[I’m worried because I can’t see my son as a son]

“No, that, I don’t know who I am…”
“‘I returned home after a long absence. My son and daughter were waiting for me at home.'”
“… It’s obvious. It’s been a while, so I didn’t know before… I can see something else… Anyway, it’s nothing special.”

‘Little sister’dared to start reading the prologue in front of me, but her expression her, which changed moment by moment, continued to darken.

“‘I wish I had treated me as comfortable as my other sons, but my son still spoke respectfully to me.'”
“… Your son must be nice.”
“Ha! How nice you are.”

No description whatsoever.
Things that are nothing start to fit in one by one.

“‘The strange atmosphere in the house was a bit different from what I knew. I couldn’t understand all of it because I hadn’t seen my son and daughter in a while. I definitely felt something strange, and I saw it with my own two eyes.'”
“… Uselessly exciting.”
“‘In that house, my seat was on the sofa. There was no place to lie down, in the living room… I used the sofa as my bed and slept.'”

Voice getting lower and lower.
I felt with my skin that the planting of the ‘younger sister’ was very uncomfortable.

“‘Son and daughter… No, the two men and women were like beasts. Two without a thread. I watched them all with wide open eyes as their bodies moved frantically.'”
Haha… Exciting.”

Sweat drips down my back and waist.
Just because I said something for no reason didn’t change anything.

“… Interesting?”

Low-pitched voice.
The growl felt like facing a beast right in front of me.

“Haa… I’m really… I’m going crazy because of mom….”

It was a situation that could not be avoided.
It was definitely a few lines of prologue, but considering all the situations we’re in… Because this writer couldn’t be explained unless it was ‘mom’.

“Ah, uh, where are you going!”

Suddenly, in a hurry, I grabbed the wrist of the ‘younger sister’ who was turning her back to me.
Hair that flutters like that.
In the meantime, he was glaring at me again.

“… Don’t let go?”
“Ah, no… I was wondering what to do if I suddenly left like this…”
“Then leave it as it is?”
“… I still don’t know if my mother is right, and uh, again… Even if it is… I wonder if we’ll stop it and do it… “

Those eyes staring at me are very warm.
In the meantime, I’m very confident in my thoughts… Murmurs in a creeping voice.

“So! You’re just going to let Mom do this?”
“No, that’s why… It’s not something we should do to prevent this…”
“…”

The twin-wicked eyes were glaring at me as if they were going to kill me.

“Ha, so… You mean you really didn’t know this, huh?”
“Oh, yes. I really didn’t know.”

Of course, the ‘younger sister’ would be surprised, but my surprise was by no means trivial.

“… Does this make sense? Does it make sense for my mother to write something like this?”
“Ah… Well, I wonder if there’s anything I can’t use… ?”
“…What?”
“That’s right. Me too… Right now you too…”

It was my idea that they were in the same situation as each other.
That’s why the ‘little sister”s narrow-minded thinking felt a little uncomfortable.

“… Is this, that my mother is doing the same thing as me?”
“No, well… It’s not like they’re the same… But what’s the difference?”

The ‘younger sister’ seemed shocked by my words.

“I, just… Check what my brother wrote… I only drew what he told me… “
“…Actually, it’s safe to say that it’s co-authored…”

Yijewa’s little sister’s reaction is also a bit funny.
It may be shocking that ‘Mom’ is using a mother-and-child story.

“… But, as you know… My mother already said she wanted to use it… So there’s nothing strange about using it… “
“Hey… How is that the same as just talking and actually writing… ?”
“Yeah, that’s the way… Mom is an adult too, and she can write some vulgar stuff…”
“Hey… It’s not just nonsense… Now, hat… Incest… You’re writing nonsense… “

Reactions such as bewilderment, bewilderment, surprise, and shock follow.

“… Even I, well, knowing that I wrote incestuous stories… “

It was pretty hard too.
It wasn’t just the ‘younger sister’, but also relatives and acquaintances who didn’t have one, all of whom were used as material for erotic stories.

“Still, it’s a bit different…”

Why do you hate to admit it so much?
And still, with a face full of dissatisfaction, he pursed his lips, so he went straight to bed with such a ‘little sister’in his arms.

“… Do you want to go to bed early today?”
“There’s a lot to do.”
“It’s okay. You can do it tomorrow.”

It would be nice to have a stockpile when I can afford it, but I don’t seem to have such a gap.

Dump-

“Haha…”

The two of us fell on the bed.
I groped and brought the blanket.

“Let’s get some sleep.”
“… Ah, I hate it….”

Although she was a ‘younger sister’ who behaved in a small way, she was quietly embraced in my arms.

“Ah, ah… Don’t touch me. I’m not in the mood right now…?”

I expressed my discomfort to the fullest, but my hand her steadfastly dug into the hem of my ‘sister’s dress her.

“Soft and soft.”
“Oh, please don’t…”

I touched and played with the breasts I grabbed.
The ‘little sister’ twists her body and tries to get away from me.

“Ha… Ha ha….”

This time, she lifted her foot and wrapped it around the ‘little sister’ leg of her.
And then my foot dug in between my thighs.

“… Let’s sleep. How can we sleep like this?”

I was able to relieve my anxiety at the reaction of the ‘younger sister’ who softened a little.

“… And face to face… I’m going to sleep….”

‘Little sister’, muttering softly, wriggled her body her.
Then he lay down facing me, and before long he dug into her face her with his arms her.

“Haaa…”

Exhaled breath.
My heart quickly heats up with the breath of ‘younger sister’.

“… Because I’m tired… First of all, wake up… Then talk… “
“Uh…”

Tiredness didn’t seem like an empty word.
Suddenly, the quiet sound of breathing echoed through the duvet.

“Whoa…”

I too breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, while enjoying the skin of the ‘little sister’ being embraced, I close her eyes and try to sleep.

“……Good night.”
“Uh, yes… Good night…”

I quickly answered the voice I heard while sleeping.
Fell asleep again

*

Going to bed with someone isn’t as easy as you might think.
First of all, if she struggles in her sleep, or if she snores or grinds her teeth, the person next to her will be in hell.

However, in that respect, me and my ‘younger sister’ were truly fortunate.
I didn’t have any nasty sleeping habits, so I could always fall asleep comfortably.

“Huh…”

I have been leading a regular life lately.
It is clear that I am awake now between 6 and 7 o’clock.
No, I had to… For some reason, the surroundings were extremely dark.

Also, being so tired is that I haven’t gotten enough sleep yet.
It was when I was engulfed in worry about why I had already woken up.

“…Son.”

The sound of that voice ringing in my ears gives me goosebumps.
I remembered the only face in the world that called me son.

“… Uh, uh… Huh, mom?”

I’m sure I fell asleep with my ‘younger sister’ in my room, but for some reason I’m startedled by the voice of ‘mom’ right next to me.
It even made me think that maybe this was a dream.

“Ah, uh, uh…”

I feel a hand running down my side.
However, the body that hadn’t woken up yet only flinched from the tickling.

“… Wait a minute, it’s okay… “

As for what was okay, ‘Mom’ kept repeating in my ear that it was okay.

How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

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