I sucked on Geum Tae-yeon's nipple and drank her breast milk. It had a sticky texture that felt a bit weird going down, but it was surprisingly drinkable.
Geum Tae-yeon stroked my head while letting me nurse. It felt strangely arousing.
It was like I was a baby or something. Not that it felt bad.
"Senpai..."
A pleasant scent wafted from Geum Tae-yeon. Probably some kind of pheromone designed to seduce men.
She was Geum Tae-yeon, after all. It wouldn't be weird if she exuded something like that.
Geum Tae-yeon's nipple glistened. Seeing it shiny with my saliva made my dick twitch and harden.
She noticed it right away. And she didn't let up.
She swapped out the condom and slammed her hips down. Her hot inner walls clenched around my cock as it slid in.
Splat, splat-!
"Ahhng, ang!"
Geum Tae-yeon's ass bounced up and down. Her massive tits jiggled wildly.
She let out moans while shaking her hips, grinding her mound against me like she was savoring my dick.
Squish, squish-!
After her first orgasm, Geum Tae-yeon stopped lactating. With a relaxed expression, she just milked my cum relentlessly.
I could feel my balls draining in real time. My perineum tingled, and my thighs trembled.
How many times had I cum? Fruits—used condoms—hung in clusters from her T-panty.
"Haa, haa!"
I couldn't get hard anymore. Even her mouth and tongue couldn't coax it back to life.
'My body won't move.'
It wasn't from exhaustion. My body was refusing to obey.
My chest heaved with ragged breaths, but I couldn't budge an inch.
Why? Because for the manga storyline to progress, I wasn't allowed to move.
Geum Tae-yeon got up. Ten used condoms dangled from her T-panty.
She pulled out her smartphone without taking off the condom skirt. The pitch-black lens pointed right at me.
I couldn't dodge. I knew she was taking pictures, but my body wouldn't move.
Click. Click-!
While getting fucked by Geum Tae-yeon, I'd pieced together some key info.
One was that the situation I was in followed the plot of an NTR manga.
Your typical NTR manga. The ones that start with blackmail. The kind where you question the heroine's intelligence.
I'd become a character in one of those NTR mangas.
My face and dick stayed the same, but my behavior had to follow the character's personality settings. It wasn't oppressively rigid, but it wasn't loose either.
The crucial part? I was the heroine. A male heroine.
The role of the heroine in a manga where the victim's intelligence is questionable.
Geum Tae-yeon was the villainess. The blonde delinquent. Not tanned, though.
'Gender reversal.'
A gender-swapped NTR manga heroine.
That was my true role.
That's why my body held out at the most idiotic timings. To hand the antagonist blackmail material.
Click. Click-!
"Heh heh, I'll delete the pictures."
Geum Tae-yeon snapped photos of my naked body. Covered in fluids and milk.
They'd probably be used for blackmail.
I knew it, but I couldn't stop her. I just had to take it like an idiot.
Since I'd become that kind of character in that kind of world, my only choice was to go along with it.
'Now I can move.'
I regained control only after the blackmail pics were taken. Like the strings had been cut.
I pushed up off the bed with my arms. Seeing Geum Tae-yeon proudly wearing her condom skirt made me chuckle despite myself.
She looked ridiculous. I was supposed to be the one blackmailed, but it didn't feel like it.
She was so nonchalant.
"W-what about the pictures...?"
My body might not be fully mine, but...
I trembled as I spoke to Geum Tae-yeon, demanding she delete the kiss photo with Han-seol.
"Look right here."
Geum Tae-yeon grinned and showed me her phone screen. Then, right in front of me, she deleted the saved photo.
"There. Happy? It's your reward for playing the 'loving couple' so well. I kept my promise."
"..."
I couldn't speak. At this timing, I had to hang my head with a depressed look.
Makes sense. I'd just lost my virginity. Acting casual would be weirder.
I subtly raised a hand to cover my crotch.
Geum Tae-yeon smirked at me and headed into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the room. She was washing up.
"Whew."
My body was free again. Maybe because no one was watching, I could move like my normal self.
I threw a jab into the air. My movements felt light.
I checked my smartphone. I figured I'd search the internet or something. But there was a message.
[Han-seol]: Sorry for leaving you alone, Yeon-woo ㅠㅠ Club training...
[Han-seol]: (crying squirrel emoticon)
The sender was Han-seol. My girlfriend in the manga world I was trapped in.
'I've got the gist.'
All the conversations between my body and Han-seol were still there. I scrolled through from past to present and pieced together their relationship.
Han-seol had dreams. And she was the type to work hard for them. Always pushing forward.
She was actually succeeding too. Even Geum Tae-yeon knew about her and held her future hostage.
'Thinking like the male lead in an NTR manga...'
Today was just like any other day. The difference? Geum Tae-yeon put her plan into action.
Juyeon-woo waited for Han-seol, but she went to club training. That's when Geum Tae-yeon approached, showed the photo, and blackmailed him.
Juyeon-woo ended up losing his virginity. Because he couldn't risk ruining Han-seol's future, he gave in to the blackmail.
'What a pushover.'
If it were me?
The second I saw that photo, I'd tell her to fuck off and bolt.
No dating rule? Who gives a shit.
'Idols date these days. Some academy cadet ain't special.'
I don't know much about heroes. But I get that they're not idols selling themselves as products.
So the no-dating rule doesn't mean much. Whether teachers catch you or people find out.
Heroes just need to do their hero jobs.
My body probably wouldn't agree with my take. But that's how I see it.
The bathroom door opened. A cloud of white steam whooshed out!
Geum Tae-yeon emerged after her shower, toweling off her wet body. I took in her stunning figure once more.
'...My head won't turn away?'
Wondering when control would switch back.
I waited, eyes glued to Geum Tae-yeon's tits and pussy.
But it didn't switch. Control stayed with me.
Feeling my gaze, Geum Tae-yeon looked at me and grinned mischievously.
"What? Want to go again?"
"...No! Absolutely not...!"
Control switched. My lips moved on their own, spitting out the scripted line.
'Can't do what I want, huh.'
I tried to play yes-man monkey and say I wanted more sex.
But my throat locked up. No words came out.
'Okay. Got it.'
Act in line with the character's personality, and I'm free. Go against it, and I'm controlled.
Geum Tae-yeon licked her lips with a lewd smile.
"If you want it, just say so. I'll fuck you anytime."
"...No. Never again with you, senpai...!"
This line was mine. Passive and introverted, but I figured rebellion fit here, so I went for it.
Control returned to me.
"Fine? Guess there's nothing for it then."
Geum Tae-yeon pretended to be satisfied and backed off.
That attitude pissed me off. Especially since she had those blackmail pics ready anytime.
"I'm heading out first. Plenty of time before checkout, so wash up and go home."
Geum Tae-yeon got dressed. She pulled the T-panty from her designer handbag—what a joke.
'What about the condom skirt?'
I looked around. Where was it?
The condom skirt was wrapped in a love hotel towel. She was just gonna toss it.
Fully dressed, Geum Tae-yeon glanced at me and waved.
"Thanks for the meal, Juyeon-woo. See you later."
"..."
Geum Tae-yeon left the love hotel, and I got up from the bed.
My body was sticky as hell. I wrinkled my nose. Shower first.
As warm water poured over me, I thought.
"...How do I get home?"
Where even was home?
What a headache.
Luckily, my uniform wallet had my cadet ID. I headed to the address listed there.
"What the hell's the door lock?"
Password.
Just try some.
'Maybe it'll come to me.'
Trusting my body to input it automatically, I fiddled with the door lock.
A familiar window popped up in front of me.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Personality settings of Juyeon-woo, the male heroine of 『My Brother Clings to Mother』 that you've possessed ─ Introverted, family-oriented, resilient, strong sense of responsibility, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's greatest pussy, etc...]
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What the hell is this?
No sooner had I finished reading than the door opened. Someone opened it from inside.
Beep-beep-.
"Oppa, you're home?"
And a girl I'd never seen welcomed me.