A Heroine Who Can Never Be Abandoned - A Heroine Who Can Never Be Abandoned chapter 121

121 – Dongmin Lee (56)

Dongmin Lee (56)

‘I don’t want to.’

However, before reason and morality took over my brain, my sister’s genitals violently bit my dick.

“Haaang-“

A moan came out of the mouth of the older sister who tilted her head as hard as she could.

She held her breasts with both hands, gently rocking her waist back and forth around her.

Every time she moved rhythmically, a squeaking sound was made from the friction between her and me.

Her movements got faster and faster.

My sister bit her lip.

And within-

Bureureut.

I bent her back as hard as I could.

Burrr.

Twisting her body like someone who had been electrocuted, she lay her upper body on her back, her feet facing me.

I instinctively grabbed her by the waist.

“Haa…”

She came back, relying on her own hands that supported her own body like her fish caught in her bars.

Jjook.

Her hand cupped my face and kissed me.

A smile crept onto Lee Da-mi’s lips.

It was a tired but satisfied expression.

“… Sister, let’s stop now. Please.”

I said eagerly.

“Come down now. Stop. I’m tired. And we can’t be like this. We are blood…”

“I can do it because I am a blood relative.”

My sister seemed to still enjoy the afterglow of pleasure, and occasionally flinched at the junction of her genitals and genitals.

It hasn’t been long since my erection went off, but I felt the blood rushing again because of the stimulation.

I really didn’t want to.

Every time I got along with my sister, I felt like an unrecyclable garbage every moment, and I felt like a villain who went against humanity.

I couldn’t stand myself.

Nevertheless, my sister’s skills improved day by day, and she quickly grasped and mastered my erogenous zones.

… I hate to admit it, but my sister was in a good mood.

Sense of immorality?

I don’t know if there is such a thing.

But honestly, my sister learned quickly.

I knew she was originally a smart person, but when I think of the fact that I was the one who took her virgin, she’s becoming more skillful than me.

I didn’t know my sister was such an obscene woman.

“Haa…”

My sister, as if not tired, put her own lips on mine and caressed the area with her tongue.

Then I lifted her waist up and down her gently, and the feeling made me erect again.

At first glance, he looked down.

Something like white foam was smeared on the pubic hair.

I felt like my spirits were flashing.

“Stop.”

I pushed my sister away.

“Stop it. Please. Sister. Wake!”

Come to your senses.

As I said, I was also funny.

Could my sister have lost her mind?

If she didn’t like her in the first place, wouldn’t she have rejected it sooner?

I had no choice but to admit it.

I want my sister’s body.

I feel better with my sister’s body.

When you are in bed, you can no longer think of the ‘outside’ where 『Journal』 Is in full swing.

My sister’s place was addictive.

It was slippery every time, and yet it was strongly tightened as if my whole body would be sucked in, and it was hot again.

I was always drenched in sweat after doing it.

Still, it never stopped, so I was washing the futon almost every day.

My sister even prepared several blankets.

It’s like writing two or three a day.

As if my resistance was cute, my sister laughed.

Jjigeoeoeok.

She lifted one of her thighs and raised her body from my penis, separating her insertion.

The white foam didn’t want to fall like grass.

My sister’s feet were clean.

It felt dainty compared to her height.

Her thighs, on the other hand, were those of an adult, with the right amount of muscle and flesh exuding s*x appeal.

“Hmm…”

My sister just twisted her posture with the tip of her glans narrowly connected to her crack.

Following the feeling of being rubbed, I was able to identify my sister who was showing her back.

She grabbed my ankles and showed her ass.

“……”

Not listening at all.

My sister put my dick on the road.

“Huh.”

And then I removed it again.

Once again, the situation ended in an ambiguous way.

As if that was enough, my sister grabbed her bed sheet and mumbled as she slammed her face into it.

“Haa… Dongmin-ah, will you continue?”

“……”

You can also refuse.

But I couldn’t.

Was your sister’s body this good?

Maybe it’s because it’s my first time having s*x during the day.

The sunlight pouring through the white sash showed her sister’s naked body more innocently than ever.

‘There’s no way I can be pure!’

I felt rebellious.

And Sadism also raised his head.

I didn’t know my sister was such a prostitute.

‘Haerin should have listened to her.’

There was a time when she thought it was absurd when she said that her older sister was looking at me rationally and lusting after me.

It was a natural consequence.

It was clearly written on the notebook Haerin showed me, but it was ‘fabricated’.

So, as a reaction, I naturally thought that what was written in it would be ‘fake’.

However, there was a problem in considering that the ‘entire’ content of the notebook was manipulated just because it was tampered with.

I thought it was too simple.

My sister really wanted me.

And the worst was my reaction.

I also couldn’t get out of my sister.

It wasn’t a matter of s*xual desire.

There was a strange connection between my complex and subtle feelings toward my sister and the pleasure of the flesh.

… I know this is an excuse.

… This was also true to Haerin’s prophecy.

If I go by my sister’s side, I won’t come back.

She might have known.

Embarrassingly, I didn’t feel like trying to resist the prophecy, so I adapted.

As if you fell into a trap.

In the meantime, I was resentful of her.

Why didn’t you stop me more aggressively?

Before I fell.

Before you taste the forbidden, hellish pleasures.

I know it’s pitiful.

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The appearance of always relying on someone.

But when it comes to me, I wonder why Haerin, who was paying attention to the details and trying to control my sleeping time, didn’t catch me.

The moment PD-nim and Haerin came out of their house.

Why didn’t she catch me then?

“………”

I licked my lips.

“Do, Dongmin…”

My sister started begging again.

The whining of flesh and blood that wants my things.

She is a few years older than me, and the body of a mother-like person who was always by my side, worrying about me and protecting me.

That hip was ejaculating on me.

I long to please myself with mine.

I moved my penis forward.

“Haaah-“

The glans made its way between the lewd places of my sister who was spilling liquid down her crotch.

My sister flinched and gripped her blanket tightly.

“…Do it, more, more!”

She exclaimed urgently.

I ignored that unclear sounding voice, saying it sounded like an idiot, but did as I was told.

I wanted it more than anyone else.

As if you’ve been patient for a long time.

Everything was like a dream.

The pleasure that blooms from below, and this act of making each other hot as if they fit together.

A midday affair.

Is it because of the white and clean room, or because of the idea of being “Separated” From the world? I even felt isolated and free from everything in the world.

After holding my sister’s pelvis and shaking her waist, this time she hugged me and climbed on.

Facing her face, took her face-to-face seat.

She held her back with her hands, her knees together, her legs wrapped around my back behind her-

We, who were common siblings until a few weeks ago, have become men and women who only crave pleasure-

“Haaah, yes, yes, now, giii-“

A scream came out of my sister’s mouth.

Bureureus.

Again, hot liquid flowed down her crotch.

Semen poured over the thick liquid.

“Ha ha ha…”

I bought it again.

I put her down desperately for her.

Ida-mi caught her breath with her face reddened.

Her breasts, which I had already caressed several times, looked more swollen than I had ever known.

Seeing the mixed liquid flowing from her groin, I turned around and lay down on her.

A small amount of guilt.

But behind my back, my sister has been hanging on.

Her hand dug into her armpit.

I swept her chest and abdomen all over.

“… Sister, let’s stop. Please.”

I said in a dying voice.

It was a repertoire that doubled as a follower each time.

Lee Dong-min’s regret show.

“………”

My sister silently kissed my shoulder blade.

I had a hunch that this would happen again.

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While my sister went to take a shower, I put on some clothes and fixed my eyes on the TV that was showing the news.

I was dazed as if my soul had gone out.

“………”

I don’t know if I feel like this when I have s*x, but the level of exhaustion every time was no joke.

I felt like my thigh muscles were all relaxed, and my head was blank as if I couldn’t even do a very simple subtraction.

It may be because of the aftermath of pleasure.

Before I did it with my sister, I had never been with a woman before, so I couldn’t compare.

“… My first opponent is my older sister.”

Even if it’s a half-sister, it’s obvious incest.

I felt like I was about to die again.

But I don’t die, I live.

Shamelessly.

“… No, really.”

I refuse every time, but sometimes I find myself falling for my sister’s temptation and breaking the taboo.

But I made a promise every time.

This kind of relationship should be cut off.

[… Meanwhile, the suspects who claimed to have killed Mr. Ban and Mr. Park, who were poisoned, turned out to belong to the same pseudo-religious group. They confessed to the incident for the fulfillment of the prophecy…]

Mr. Ban and Mr. Park.

It goes without saying that it is Ban Lee-jae and Park Sang-woo.

The scene of the detention center and the suspect caught by the detectives in front of the police station were visible on the data screen.

Detective Park Seong-gang was holding onto one of his arms.

“……”

His expression was not good. Of course, there is no reason to be bright, but his mother’s words kept bothering him.

‘No matter what you say, God knows you as Seongjae Park.’

The name of Park Seong-gang’s 『Journal』 Is Park Seong-jae.

Park Seong-gang must have realized it now.

He said that he was Park Seong-jae in the novel.

… What the hell is he thinking?

My mother knew that.

My mother… Knew the contents of the 『Journal』.

And it was highly likely that she ‘probably’ killed her father and Jang Hye-ok, or was involved in their deaths.

… And that pseudo-group, in the same place.

Everything was going according to the novel.

I re-read 『Journal』 On my phone.

How many times already?

The deaths of Ban Yi-jae, Park Sang-woo, Jung Sung-min, Jang Hye-ok, etc. Were treated as a monologue by the narrator, Kang Hae-rin.

The name is different by one letter, but it is enough to remind you of an event that takes place in reality.

Of course, this is not a novel I wrote.

“………”

I believe so.

『Journal』 Manipulates memories.

Unless you have the original copy, you don’t know how and which part will change, adding to the confusion.

Did they die because I wrote 『Journal』 Like this from the beginning, or did the novel change to match reality and be transplanted into my head?

If that’s not the case…

I turned my head.

A wine-red laptop was on the table.