His fingers began slithering like snakes down from the base of that perfect ass he could barely grasp in his hands.
He pushed them further toward the humid warmth, until they finally reached the woman's most secret and deepest crevice.
Squelch.
"Ha-ut!!!"
The first sensation at his fingertips was a sticky, viscous wetness.
Then came the plump mound, swollen and soaked in her juices, welcoming him.
The sweet moans tickling his ears burrowed into his mind, shredding his rationality and evaporating every last thread of reason.
As he pushed his trembling fingertips deeper inside, they were sucked in with a slick plunge, and an intense heat assaulted him.
"Ah??!!"
The body of the sis in his arms jolted suddenly.
Just the tips had entered, but a mind-numbing excitement was already surging through him.
He carefully moved his fingertips inside, tracing her shape.
The plumpness of her swollen pussy mound, matching her lush body, and the slick texture of her inner walls—he knew he'd never forget it until the day he died.
"Sis..."
"Uh, uuh..."
His voice calling her name sounded feverish even to his own ears.
She couldn't possibly miss it, which was why she moaned helplessly despite her obvious shame.
As he reached for his pants to free his other self, now raging to the point of pain, her hand covered the back of his.
'W-wait. No way we're stopping now, right?!'
They'd come this far—there was no option to stop.
But what if Sis refused and said this was as far as it went?
At his age, he was confident he'd bawl like a child.
Kang Ihyeon waited, his heart burning, each second stretching like an hour.
"I-I'll..."
Se-ah Sis couldn't bring herself to finish, her lips fumbling as she began pulling off his pants.
Kang Ihyeon inwardly cheered as she took the initiative.
'Finally! Finally losing my virginity!'
And to the woman he'd longed for all this time? It couldn't get any better.
The moment she tugged down his pants and underwear completely, his rock-hard cock sprang free with a bounce.
"Eek?!"
With her head lowered, fumbling to pull off his underwear, Se-ah Sis flinched in shock as his veiny shaft shot up from within.
Kang Ihyeon understood her surprise.
His other self stood tall between his legs, more erect and throbbing than ever, head held high in excitement that astonished even him.
"Hi, hiiik...!"
Her eyes darted wildly, hiccupping—a sure sign she was looking for an excuse to back out.
'No way she's trying to stop now?! Absolutely not! I'll make the first move!'
Stop here after coming this far?
He'd regret it for life, so he grabbed her shoulders manfully and shouted.
"Sis. You feel the same way about me, right? Right? Make me a man, Sis."
Mood and bullshit be damned.
He went straight for the kill.
Anything less direct, and with Se-ah Sis's personality, she'd find a way to slip out.
"Hi, hii... huu... m-man... man..."
A flicker of joy crossed Se-ah Sis's face.
She'd caught his implication about still being a virgin; her lips stretched into a sloppy grin.
"Hu, huu... uh, uuuuh... uuung... m-me too... me too... fi-first time..."
"What?"
Yoon Se-ah had been alone for so long.
She was still a virgin too, fumbling to say she hoped his first time went well.
Kang Ihyeon felt his blood surge as his wildest hope became reality.
Taking the first time of the woman he loved was every man's dream.
p>Call it gross if you want—men were simple creatures like that.
"S-Sis... you're a virgin too?"
"Uh, uuuuh... uh..."
Shame burning her like she might explode, Sis bowed her head.
Then she peeked up again at the sight of his furious cock, flinching adorably.
No male alive could hold back at that.
No escape for Sis now.
Today, he was definitely losing it.
"Sis. Sorry, but I can't hold back anymore."
"Kyaa?!"
Kang Ihyeon scooped up Yoon Se-ah in his arms.
Dad's words about becoming a man who could carry the woman he loved hit home right then.
No patience left to make it to the bed—he tossed her onto the sofa right in front of him.
Se-ah Sis, flung onto the sofa, finally snapped to reality and shrieked in alarm.
"I-Ihyeon! W-wait! Hold on! I haven't showered yet?! Th-there's an order to this sort of thiiiing...!"
"It's fine. It's fine. It's fine."
So what if she hadn't showered?
Everything about the woman he loved would smell sweet and fragrant.
Repeating himself like a broken clock, he slowly pulled down the top of her dress.
"Hu, huu...!!!!"
Sis turned her head aside, covering her face with her hands, dying of embarrassment.
This had to be her trying to kill him with temptation.
The allure of a woman blushing, hiding her face while preparing to accept a man—it was pure sensuality.
Carefully tugging the gray dress top down to her waist revealed breasts so magnificent the word "jiggle" fit perfectly.
'She definitely came dressed to be embraced.'
Sexy outfit she'd never wear otherwise, matching purple lingerie, dragging her feet about not showering despite the faint, fresh body wash scent wafting through the air.
Her usual subtle, musky scent lingered too—and he loved it even more.
It made him feel her as the woman he loved and desired.
"Sis. If you really don't want this, just say so."
While pretending to be considerate, Kang Ihyeon reached out to free the luscious fruits wrapped in her purple bra.
Overwhelmed by shame, Sis bit her lip and stayed silent.
With a flick, he unhooked the silky bra, and two heavy mounds jiggled into view before his eyes.
"Whoa, fuck..."
An exclamation slipped out unbidden.
The weight perfect for burying his face in.
Yes, just hunks of flesh—now he got why men risked everything for this.
The subtle rising heat, the elegant curves swelling slightly with each breath, dizzied his eyes.
Glistening faintly from nervous sweat, irresistibly seductive, and that pink center right in the middle—he couldn't look away.
"Huh? Sis, they're inverted nipples?"
"Hik?! D-don't stare... it's embarrassingggg..."
Self-conscious about them being inverted?
Sis pushed his face away, covering her breasts with one hand.
The way the water-balloon-soft flesh compressed was dizzyingly thrilling on its own.
He wanted to suck them right then, but any more delay and his cock might waste itself pathetically in the air—so he held off.
"I really can't hold back anymore."
Panting, Kang Ihyeon urgently stripped off Yoon Se-ah's purple panties, slick with her arousal.
Caught off-guard defending her chest, Yoon Se-ah had no chance to stop him—her most private crevice laid bare.
"Kyaa?! W-wait?!"
Her belated struggles left the purple panties dangling precariously from one leg.
"Can't hold back! Sis. J-just the tip. Just the tip, okay? Just a little bit of the tip. I-it's fine, right?"
"The tip? What the hell does that even mean?!"
Lost in excitement, Kang Ihyeon babbled nonsense without realizing.
Gripping his drooling cock, leaking precum like saliva, he positioned it between her thighs.
Yoon Se-ah watched through her shaking vision as the boy she'd seen only as a little brother—the man she loved—loomed over her.
The two clamped their mouths shut, breathing shallow and long.
A thick, sticky tension hung between them. As Kang Ihyeon inched his hips forward, their tips finally brushed.
Squelch.
"Eut!"
"Hik!"
A lewd, wet sound echoed as his hard glans nudged aside her plump, juice-soaked mound.
Both cried out in shock at the scorching heat on contact.
'F-fuck...!'
Kang Ihyeon barely kept his hips from trembling shamefully.
The slick wetness and soft mound against his glans were eroding his sanity.
It was brutal stimulation for a virgin, but he feigned composure—no way he'd act pathetic before the woman he loved.