Chapter 61 – Waxing 2

“Are you okay. All men are like that. And having an erection makes it easier to work because the skin is pulled.”

The boss smiled and said as if he understood everything.
Phew. Fortunately, I don’t think I’ll be caught for sexual harassment.

“Still, that’s great. Usually, all the men who get waxed are confident in their stuff, but I think your younger brother is in the top 1%.”
“Ah yes? … Yes.”

Quality assurance from experts.
It’s a compliment that’s hard to respond to.
I guess that’s what I meant to hear anyway.

After applying the cream, apply hot wax.
Again with a wooden stick. It was a little hot because it was a sensitive area.

“Ruler. I’ll pull it out now It’s going to hurt, so I’m holding on to this. If you endure well, your sister will praise you. Understand?”
“Yes yes?”

For some reason, I was given a big doll.
You want me to hold this? Why?

“Come on, pick it up. Suck!”
“Black?!”

Before I could accept the situation, the treatment had already begun.

“Sigh!”
“Ugh?!”

Oh my god.
Sick.
It hurts terribly
I hugged the received doll until it was crushed by the terrifying pain.
The ass hurt less than I thought, but the cock hurt a lot more than I thought.

Ah. The sky is yellow.
The erection, which was close to 100%, was also completely suppressed by the physical shock.
It’s called a crooked state.
I was hoping the erection would subside, but it didn’t mean this…

[Erection Gauge □□□□□□□□□□ 2%]

Ah. Tears welled up in my eyes.
It was an experience I wouldn’t want to do again.
Even if I do it again, I’ll only do it on the butt side next time.

“Shut up, are you done?”
“Huh! That’s it! Good! It’s clean! I did, but it’s perfect!”

The boss praised himself, but I had to check my lower body to see if my balls had fallen off.
It hurt that much.

“Hey brother, you’ve been patient. As a prize, this noona will make you feel better.”
“Yes?”
“Shh. Stay still I’ll give you some medicine.”

The boss took off his gloves and started applying the medicine to his bare palms.
Uh huh
Are you applying it with your bare hands? Here?
Surely you said you weren’t supposed to do anything dirty?

“Normally, I would never do something like this, but since I’m a younger brother, I do it specially. Know? You can’t tell me where to go.”
“Ah…”

Touch the sore spot with the hand that has been applied with the medicine.
Slowly and kindly.
The warm cream permeates the wounded skin.
The pain is soothed.

Ah. A soft touch feels good.
The penis, which had shrunk naturally, regained its strength.
Around the testicles and groin, and even the penis itself.
I got a full erection from that blatant caress.

[Erection Gauge ■■■■■■■■■■ 99%]

“And. It’s really big Isn’t that 20 cm?”
“That, that’s ah, I didn’t measure it, well…”
“What are you ashamed of? You should be proud of this.”
“Ugh…”

Even as she spoke, she continued to caress.
Even though he was still young, he could feel the skill of a professional in his hands.
Exquisite power control that stabs precisely between pain and pleasure.
Ah. In a place like this
To the woman I met for the first time today.

“How are you, brother? Good mood?”
“Yes… Great…”

Did everyone else do this too?
And did everyone keep their mouths shut because they said they shouldn’t talk?
It was written in the latter half that such a thing would never happen, but that was all a lie.

“If, well… If you want to do something else, tell me. Of course, there will be an extra charge.”
“Something else?”

The word ‘something different’ now means what I think, right?
Aren’t I mistaken?

Inadvertently, my eyes go to the chest of the president’s sister.
Weird.
I’m curious about this sister’s chest.
I see and touch heavenly class breasts almost every day, so why would I want to see new breasts again?
Is this some kind of mental illness?

“How is it? This is a limited edition service, so there will be no next time. Think carefully.”

My sister must have noticed my gaze, and while caressing my cock with one hand, she pulled the clothes close to her chest with the other hand, showing off my white flesh.

“Eww…”

My cock feels so good I can’t think of it with my head.
As all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, there was not enough blood to go to his brain.
But.

“I’m sorry.”
“Uh… ?”

But I refused.
My sister had a puzzled look on her face, as if she hadn’t thought that she would be rejected.

“Thank you for your words, but there…”

I refused, but the words to excuse didn’t come out smoothly.

If you ask me if I want to do it or not, of course I want to do it too.
Even now, I wanted to stretch out my arms and grab this sister’s chest.
It’s about this by hand, how good would it be if you put it in yourself?

But for some reason I felt that this shouldn’t be the case.

Now I’m caught by this older sister’s cock.
It’s a state where you can’t make a rational decision.
So I can’t say it well, but my instincts were screaming that I had to refuse.

“Under. Nonsense.”

My sister’s hand that was holding my cock gave out strength.
And he spat it out as if he was frustrated.

“Brother, you know what? It’s the first time I’ve been dumped by a guy. How will you take responsibility?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Can’t forgive you insulted me You have to pay for that crime.”
“Oh.”

The hand holding my cock gets stronger again.
It wasn’t as kind as before.
He was aggressive, like when his sister was angry.

I was going to finish it like this and go home as soon as my hands were weak.
Taking my cock hostage, I was left stranded.

“Joy!”
“Oh!”

The boss’s sister started rubbing his cock with strong force as if she were angry.

It was literally an illusion.
Like milking a cow’s milk, it extracts a man’s semen.
I was forced to suffer like a cow being milked.

An act like work without a piece of affection.
However, my body was feeling pleasure even with such an act like work.
Even with such ruthless hand movements, my body was preparing to ejaculate,

“Ah… !”

The boss’s sister noticed in advance that I was about to ejaculate.
While continuing to rub the cock with your right hand, wrap your left hand around the front of the urethral opening.
She curled her hands into a cup, as if telling her to wrap it in it.

It didn’t take long for me to ejaculate as I was already preparing to launch.
I was deprived of semen in an instant.
I didn’t buy it, my sister made it cheap.

“Ugh.”

Few. Pew.
Cum
The thick, sticky semen, in my sister’s hand.
A fishy smell spread in the room that used to smell of plant-based cream.
My cock twitched several times before vomiting semen before silence.

My sister squeezed hard on her cock to squeeze out every last drop, then calmly took out a tissue and wiped the semen from her hand and cock.
I didn’t know when I was doing it, but after it was cheap, I felt ashamed.
I couldn’t look at my sister’s face as she indifferently wiped the semen.

“… So, why did you turn it down? Are you gay?”

The president’s sister, who asked that question, somehow seemed to be relieved of her anger.
It was me who ejaculated, but for some reason, it seemed that this sister’s wiser time had come.

“It’s not like that…”
“Then?”
“Just that. For some reason, I don’t think that would work.”

Having no talent for words, I couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse.

I think a person’s hunch is a prediction of the future that comes from experience.
Even in small events that a person passes without being aware of, the person’s brain subconsciously predicts the future.

For example, on the battlefield, when I saw a small twinkle in the distance, I had an ominous feeling and fell down and dodged a bullet.
That is, because the person had accumulated enough experience in the battlefield to conclude that “A bullet could fly immediately after seeing the glitter,” The brain judged and warned at that moment.

In other words, there is a plausible reason for instinctive premonition.
I think so.

When this older sister made that suggestion.
Even though my head was occupied by the lecherous devil, my instincts were screaming to refuse.

I don’t know why my brain gave me such a warning by predicting what kind of result.
But I was sure that if I had accepted the offer out of lust, something terrible would have happened.

I’m not bragging, but I’ve been through a lot of painful things since I was young.
Abuse from real parents, bullying in elementary school, and sexual bullying in middle school.
Thanks to rolling over in the gutter, I was able to sharpen my ability to predict bad things more than anyone else.

Even during the bullying, he never missed a bad premonition.
But at that time, my intellectual growth was slow, so I didn’t know how to avoid it even if I had such a hunch.
So I had no choice but to suffer.
But now that I’m an adult, I can avoid it.

… I said it in a long way, but to sum it up in one line, it’s a story that ‘I’m in the time of the wise man now’.
Having become a wise man, I was seriously thinking about that.
However, I couldn’t explain it to this sister because I don’t have the talent for words.

“Okay… I don’t think that would work…”

My sister repeated over and over again my words, which were not a big deal.
At the same time, he carefully applied the medicine again to the spot that he had wiped off with a tissue.

It was so delicate and polite that I wondered if the rough touch earlier was my delusion.
Thanks to that, the blood started to collect in his cock again, but my sister didn’t care.

“You, are you a diligent kid that is rare compared to kids these days?”

After applying all the medicine, my sister smiled and said so.
… Why did this sister come to such a conclusion?
There aren’t any kids these days who aren’t as diligent as I am.
I doubted it, but I didn’t want to hear it.
I just wanted to go home right now.

“I’m sorry I did something strange today. Keep it a secret from Soyoung. Understand?”
“… Yes.”

My sister helped me get dressed one by one and said,
For some reason, it was kind enough to be burdensome.

Of course, even if I didn’t say that, I had no intention of telling So-young.
I don’t even say it

The way to get dressed, pay the bills, and leave.
The president’s sister took out a business card and crossed out the name that read “Seulgi.”
And below that, I wrote the name ‘Kim Eun-ha’ and my cell phone number.

“Seulgi is a pseudonym, and this is my real name. Call me later if you change your mind. And even if it’s not like that, I’ll buy you a meal if you call.”
“Ah yes.”

I receive the business card that my sister gave me with a smile.
For some reason, the splendor that used to dwarf me was reduced, and rather pure and friendly.

“Come again. I will serve you well.”