Chapter 138 – First Salary and Gift (Sister)

Smart.

The evening after filming.
When I got home, I knocked on my sister’s door.

“Sister. Can I come in?”

After a while, the door opens slightly and my sister peeks out through the crack.

“Why?”
“Uh, maybe my courier…”

The door opens slowly as you speak.
The appearance of the room and the appearance of the older sister can be seen properly.

“… Didn’t see it, did you see it…”

As I was speaking, I felt my tongue stiffen.
The heart beats twice as fast as usual.
Cold sweat ran down his spine.

“What courier?”

My sister asked with a cruel smile.

“… Ah… Nothing. Good night then… Keck!”

I naturally turned around and tried to run away, but my sister caught me by the scruff of my neck.

“Buy, buy people… !”

And I was sucked into the room by that rough hand.

“Ugh!”

Thrown to the floor in the room, I braced myself against the violence that was about to fly.

“Hey. After Jinseon. Are you really crazy?”
“…”

The older sister of the roughest times.
My older sister, dressed in her high school uniform, was looking down at me.

“Ah… You, that’s… I was thinking of buying a pair of clothes for my older sister with the first down payment, but by chance… Because it stands out…”

The school uniform my sister is wearing.
It was none other than what I ordered.
All of the school uniforms that my older sister wore were handed down to her juniors, so they don’t remain at home.
This was a similar costume I found on the internet and ordered it.
But, of course, my sister received and opened the courier.

“Oh~? Are all my siblings grown up? Earn money and buy clothes for your sister. Aww, that’s not too embarrassing.”

My sister gently strokes my hair.

Is this the calm before the storm?
Like a lion licking its prey before eating it.
It was the scariest grooming in the world.

I prepared my heart.

“… Did you know I could say that, you perverted bastard!”

Sure enough, my sister suddenly changed her stance and started attacking.
I was prepared to be beaten too, but my sister’s attack was not that kind of violence.

“Ahhhhh!”

The act of holding on to both ankles and squeezing the vital points between the legs with the soles of the feet.
It was a method of torture called ‘motorcycle’ or ‘electric massage’.

“Die! Die, die, die!”
“Surrender! Hang Bao!”

Too much pleasure becomes torture.
I immediately surrendered, but my sister did not stop.

If you try to escape by force, you may be able to escape.
But if I rebel, my sister punishes me even more severely.
I realized that fact with my body over the past 10 years.
I had to hold on until my sister got tired of it.

And when my sister let me go, I was a tattered rag.

“Hey…”

My younger brother remembered that day.
The fear of being dominated by an older sister.
The humiliation of being locked up in a cage.

After throwing me away, my sister sat gracefully on the bed with her legs crossed.
Then he looked down at me with a pitiful gaze and said.

“Ha~. You mean, I’ll accept it if you’re comfortable with it. But this is not it. What are we going to do? School uniform play? Are you Rory?”

I had nothing to say.

There wasn’t much of a deep meaning to it.
Just… Since I wore the school uniform costume with Miso, I just thought it wouldn’t be fair to do it with my sister.

I tried to make an offer by simply placing an order and looking at the timing slowly.
Normally, I had to bring my own courier, but why did my sister bring my courier only at times like this?

“This older sister is sad. My younger brother is a child sex offender reserve. Ah~ How sad must my mother be? Hey. After Jinseon. Are you listening?”

My sister’s sermon seems to continue for the time being.

That’s why you’re a sex offender reserve army with only a school uniform costume.
It’s been less than two years since I graduated from high school.

It was unfair, but I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.
The more I make excuses, the worse my position will be.

“…”
“Are you listening? You pervert bastard.”

My sister puts her chin on top of my head.
My head was pressed down, and my face was pressed against the floor.

While listening to the sermon in that state, something caught my eye.

Under the bed.
Beyond my sister’s slender legs, there was a suspicious box.

The box strangely caught my attention.
If you look up, you’ll see your sister’s panties.
My gut was screaming to see that box even more than the panties.

I reached under the bed.

“Uh? Hey! What are you doing!?”

Seeing this, the older sister panicked and exclaimed.
Seeing my sister’s reaction, my intuition changed to confidence.

“Bingo.”

My sister hurriedly stepped on my head to stop me, but I didn’t mind and took out the box.

Clearly there was something here.
Something trumped up to turn this situation around.

“Do not touch!”

I left behind my sister’s restraint and opened the box.

When I saw the contents of the box, I froze.
It was Pandora’s box.

“Sister… ? What’s this?”

When I opened the box, I felt more than stunned and terrified.

Toys for adults.
I can understand that far.
My sister is an adult, and I cannot touch her personal pleasure.

The problem was that it was all for ‘anal use’.
Grotesque instruments, lubricants, enemas, etc.
The fortunate thing is that most of them are unopened and there are no signs of use yet.

Is it.
My sister went to pick up this package and brought mine along with it.

“…”

I picked up the most prominent purple Excalibur in the box.

Several beads were threaded one after another on a long stick.
The marbles are small at first, but gradually grow larger as they go on.
It was a toy called ‘anal beads’.
It was also my first time seeing the real thing.

When I pressed the button on the handle, the marble began to whirl and whirl.

“…”
“…”

We were both speechless.
For the time being, only the whirring of machines echoed in the room.

“… Who said pervert? Did your sister tell me that I was a pervert and a sex crime reserve while writing this?”
“That, it’s not like that.”
“Something like that? What else is it?”

I asked, aiming the anal beads at my sister as if aiming a sword.
I wondered what my sister would say.

“That… No…”
“It’s okay, sister. Because I respect individual preferences. I was a bit surprised because I didn’t know that my sister had that kind of taste.”

Noona would have such a hobby.
That arrogant Jin So-young took an interest in what men do, and eventually even bought an anal toy…
… What? Why do I know this

“You… You said do it!”
“I? What?”

My older sister shouted as if expressing her resentment.
However, what my sister said was rather a story that would make me feel unfair.
Because I never said anything like that.

… What?
Have you never done

“You said to make an X-hole!”

I shut up.
I never thought the word “X hole” Would come out of my sister’s mouth.
… What? Doesn’t it feel like it’s not the first time?

“When I was drunk that day! You told me to prepare that I’ll do it later next time! That’s why I worked so hard!”
“… I? Did I?”
“I did! You perverted bastard!”

Buzz buzz buzz.
I turned off the anal beads spinning in my hand.

I meditate deeply on my memories.
Somehow, it seemed that I had similar memories.
But aside from whether the words I said while drunk had any effect, just because I said those things doesn’t mean you have to prepare something like this, right?
Even if I want to do it, if my sister doesn’t want to do it, I can’t force myself to do it.

“… Honestly, I bought it because my sister wanted to do it, right?”
“No! I bought it because you asked me to do it!”

It seemed that my sister would never admit it.
You can’t be honest with your own desires.
If you just tell me, I can help you any way you want.

“Then, will you do it if I say I want to?”

I ask while secretly lifting my sister’s skirt with anal beads.

“That… !”

My sister hastily pressed the hem of her skirt.

Unbeknownst to a sister, innocent panties peeked out from underneath the skirt that she lifted for a moment.
The youthful panties that real students would wear.

“… Sister. Did you even match your underwear to the school uniform?”

I was so confused that I didn’t even think about it.
Clearly, my sister’s words and actions were at a distance.

It was also the case that she was wearing her school uniform now.
Why wear it if you hate it so much?
If you really didn’t like my sister’s personality, it wouldn’t be strange if she tore it up as soon as she saw it.

“Your sister is full of ambition!”
“No it’s not?! I wore it because you asked me to wear it!?”
“When did I ask you to wear it?!”
“That’s what it means to buy something like this! You pervert!”
“Then, that’s what your sister is buying!?”

I put the anal beads in her hand in front of my sister.

“Ugh.”

My sister was speechless.

I could tell without hearing the answer.
Because she had an openly excited expression on her face.

“… Sister. Are you really going to do it?”

This time I asked a little more seriously.
If my sister wanted to do it, I was going to cooperate as much as possible.

But don’t do it recklessly.
If you were going to do it, you had to learn it properly and do it safely.
It’s a big deal if you do something wrong and get hurt.
My sister is in a position where she can’t go to the hospital as she pleases.

“… Yet. My heart is not ready.”

My sister averted her eyes and answered.
There must be a clear desire to do it.

“… Me too. You might get hurt if you don’t learn these things properly.”

I was fortunate to be honest.
Because I was thinking about what to do if I asked to do it right away.

“… So, when your heart is ready? Are you going to do it?”
“… I see what you do.”
“What am I doing? Like what?”
“… Don’t you have to say it with my mouth?”

My older sister asks with a provocative expression.

“No.”

I climb onto the bed where my sister is waiting.

“Sister. I won’t see you today.”
“Try it once. You pervert bastard.”

Sister in school uniform.
It is clearly imprinted in my head as a trauma.

My older sister in high school who seemed like she would explode if I touched her, but exploded on her own even if I didn’t touch her.
An older sister who was beautiful, noble, and stronger than anyone else.

Such an older sister was an object of fear to me, an object of longing, and also my first love.
Looking down at my older sister in school uniform, I remembered the pounding heart from long ago.

That day, I overcame another trauma.