Serena, who had been in a dazed state during the coerced vaginal penetration, seemed to gradually regain her senses once I broke the insertion.
I pressed Lucky Pervert again, turning it gray.
It's really disabled now, right?
The only problem left is that I'm a criminal who raped my sister.
"It was… an accident."
Serena, facing my rigid self, spoke first.
"It's my fault for falling weirdly. It's okay, Oppa."
"…Serena."
Is she an angel?
Comforting me in this situation…?
"I actually thought… you'd go all the way…"
"…"
It's true that, while holding her soft body and feeling her hips subtly move, I was tempted.
With just a little sway, Lucky Pervert's promised "creampie impregnation sex" would've been perfectly fulfilled.
"Was I… not good?"
"Serena?"
Why is she asking this?
I felt I had to choose my words carefully.
I didn't want to hurt her in any way.
I should tell her that her pussy felt amazing, and resisting was incredibly, incredibly hard.
…Is that right?
Maybe because we were so intimately entangled moments ago, this strange, charged atmosphere enveloped us. I couldn't tell if the words I was saying—or the ones she was saying to me—were normal, and I was already blurting them out.
"If you weren't good, would I be like this?"
I say, gesturing to my erect dick, glistening with her juices.
"…Wow… This is a man's…"
Serena gasps, realizing.
She's staring in awe at my dick, still rock-hard and nodding as if reluctant to let go of her pussy.
Even I think my new, handsome dick looks impressive…
But this situation, staring at it with my sister, is insanely weird.
"Shouldn't we… take care of this?"
"Huh?"
Serena seems puzzled too.
"Isn't it hard, holding it in?"
She's not wrong.
I want to cum.
The urge to cum is overwhelming. I barely held back, just escaped that situation, and yet…
Serena's vibe suggests it's okay to linger in this afterglow.
It's gently chipping away at my resolve, breaking me down.
Like the sun, not a typhoon, stripping the traveler's clothes.
"…It's tough."
I know where Serena's innocent curiosity is headed, and I let it go there.
"If it's okay with you, Oppa… should I… take care of it?"
"…"
What is she saying? Is she crazy?
Say it quick.
We're brother and sister…!
"How do I do it?"
Serena presses closer.
"Oppa…?"
"With… your hand…"
I completely surrender to lust. Fresh off a major victory, I'm especially vulnerable.
No matter how I try to dress it up, I've become the worst brother—raping Serena and now asking for a handjob.
If this was the goddess's plan, I've lost spectacularly.
But it doesn't feel like a loss.
"Like this?"
Serena grabs my dick to relieve me.
She instinctively strokes my erection, slick with her own juices, shining.
Her movements are awkward but…
It's clearly an intentional "service."
"…"
"…"
We silently immerse ourselves in this lewd act.
I offer my erect dick to Serena, and she diligently strokes it of her own will.
"Since that happened, I'll take responsibility and relieve you."
Serena says, as if justifying it.
She shyly strokes her brother's erection.
"That?"
"Your thing… it's so hard, it looks like it's struggling."
It was a tough spot.
Part of me thinks this is a reward for protecting my sister from an unwanted pregnancy.
As I watch Serena's profile, focused on relieving my lust, I think.
"Mmm… It's hot and hard…"
When she concentrates, her lips pout slightly like a duck's—cute.
"Like this, like this… Does it feel good, Oppa?"
"Ah…"
It does.
This is a first. I've never had luck with girls since school, never dated, a lifelong virgin.
But I never felt deprived. I believed my ideal partner would be a pure, untouched virgin too.
I thought I'd eventually meet someone I love and do everything I wanted.
That belief is being shattered by Serena's handjob.
'Is this… the debauched sex life of ultra-handsome guys…?'
No, it's not even close to "debauched," right?
If hung, handsome guys get this kind of service daily, have I been living at a loss all this time?
This temptation feels like it's uprooting me entirely.
Receiving Serena's awkward but earnest handjob, I shamefully think I'm glad I came to this world.
'As her brother.'
…Ugh.
Every time I try to cling to reason, Serena's strokes speed up.
"It's weird…"
She gives a small laugh.
"I never thought I'd do this for Oppa…"
Saying that while pressed against me is too arousing…!
Unbearably arousing.
As I feel like I'm about to cum, I panic.
'Should I say something?'
Tell Serena, pathetically, in front of her?
That I'm about to cum? I'm completely at her mercy, defenseless.
Saying I'm about to cum feels embarrassing, so I just stand there stoically.
"Oppa, are you about to cum?"
Serena whispers.
"It's getting bigger in my hand."
…Ugh.
Clinging to my side, Serena strokes with practiced motions.
I'm cumming!
"Ah."
Spurt… Splatter… Spurt…!!
An astonishing amount. Serena cups the tip, catching my cum in her palm instead of a tissue, but her hand is quickly overwhelmed, and the rest spills onto the floor.
"Amazing…"
Spurt… Spurt… Splatter…
As Serena strokes the base, eager to see more, I pathetically empty every last drop, cumming until my balls are drained.
Spurt… Splatter! Spurt! Spurt!
The streams hit her palm with force.
"…Wow… So much comes out."
"…"
What have I done?
I made Serena give me a handjob? Let her pleasure me fully, unloading into her hand?
"Are you satisfied?"
The relief is brief.
As if nothing happened, I'm rock-hard again.
Even I think I'm a pervert.
"…Oppa."
"…Sorry."
I apologize, feeling guilty.
"Should I stroke it again?"
"Let's stop."
How will I face her later…?
Serena shows me her cum-soaked hand.
"You already came this much in my hand."
"…"
"More than usual, Oppa?"
"A lot."
"Good."
Serena smiles, gently rubbing my sensitive post-climax dick.
"It must've thought it was still inside me. Maybe it came so much thinking it could impregnate me."
"…"
Her line, "It thought it was still inside me," makes me helplessly harder.
Blushing shyly, Serena strokes my dick again.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
More attuned to my dick's sweet spots than before.
"…Oppa's not still thinking it's inside, right?"
"It must want to go back in."
"…W-What are you saying! Really…! Pervert!"
It seems impossible to return to a normal relationship now.
At my reckless dirty talk, Serena pretends to be mad but strokes my dick ever so gently.
Even after cumming three times from her devoted handjob—each load bigger than the last, surprising her—my erection doesn't subside. We agree to continue later.
For the record, I didn't ask.
Serena said, "We're too late today, and my wrist's tired, so I'll do it again next time, Oppa!" and I just nodded.
No, I'm drowning in guilt. I'm a rotten bastard.
I can only see Serena as a woman now, and she sees me as a man.
Isn't this five minutes from total family chaos?
'Get a grip…'
"We don't have time to eat, so hurry, Oppa!"
Because she tended to my dick, Serena has to skip breakfast.
…I want to die. Really.
'Is this smartphone mine?'
I found it rummaging through the room.
It feels like my phone, but fingerprint recognition doesn't work. Makes sense, I guess.
It's pattern-locked, and I have no way of knowing it.
'Factory reset it…?'
I'll take it for now.
"Don't wait for me, go ahead!"
If Serena's late because of me, it's a disaster.
The bigger disaster is that none of my uniforms fit.
'None of these clothes fit…'
I end up throwing on an oversized hoodie the previous protagonist wore and head out.
It smells weird even when I put it on. Damn it.
"Oppa, what about your uniform?"
"They're dirty, so I tossed them in the wash. Let's go. You can't be late."
"I can take one penalty point."
"No way!"
One penalty point?
If it's because she was giving me a handjob, I'll never live it down.
Luckily, there's a bike in the yard, and I put Serena on the back.
"By bike…?"
"What time do you need to be there?"
"8:30!"
It's… 8:18.
"Which way?"
"That way!"
I pedal hard.
From afar, Etzol Academy didn't seem that far, but biking there is a serious stretch.
Still!
"Oppa, aren't you tired…?"
"I'm fine! Hold on tight!"
Oddly, I'm not exhausted.
I'm sweating and breathing hard, but it's like my energy doesn't quit.
The bike races toward the academy, neither speeding nor slowing, and we barely make it.
"We're here, Serena. Go in."
"Thanks, Oppa. You were cool!"
We got here faster than expected. Students in the same uniform as Serena, heading to class, stare at me curiously.
'My turn now?'
I heard on the way that buildings are divided by grade, so this isn't my destination.
'The campus is freaking huge.'
Four minutes left.
Getting to the second-year classroom isn't easy.
[Kim Sang-hyuk, 1 minute 33.58 seconds late]
[1 penalty point issued]
…
Teachers don't even check the door these days.
A panel coldly announces my penalty as I pass the main gate.
'Well, one point's fine.'
I saved Serena from a penalty.
A small price for being a cool brother.
[Kim Sang-hyuk has exceeded 100 penalty points]
[Disciplinary committee scheduled; student ID functions suspended]
[Please wait for a summons within the academy]
…
100 cumulative penalty points…?
How did this game's protagonist even live?
Still… a small price for being a cool brother, right?
Entering our grade's building, I draw hot stares.
No uniform? Too handsome? Probably both.
In the unfamiliar space, I find my classroom via the locker room using my student ID.
'But…'
[Student ID functions suspended. Contact the student council.]
[Student ID functions suspended. Contact the student council.]
My personal locker won't open.
Exceeding 100 penalty points suspended my ID.
"Looking for something important?"
8:43 AM.
As everyone scatters for class, a silver-haired woman strides confidently into the locker room where I stand alone.
Her sleek white pants and black jacket, like a dressage rider's outfit, suit her perfectly, drawing my admiration.
Her black jacket can't hide the outline of her large breasts, and the tight white pants, while not revealing, accentuate her sensuous legs.
Despite my height advantage, her presence is intimidating.
"Kim Sang-hyuk."
And she knows me.
"Do I know you?"
I hope she's a friend.
"I know you well. How could I not know the sole blemish on our academy?"
Well.
Not a friend, and I'm in trouble.
"Disciplinary committee. Follow me."
Her escorts block my escape, as if saying there's no point in running.