Chapter 191 - Chapter 187: Side Story - Sisters (2)
I went to work without getting a single wink of sleep last night.
Looking in the office mirror, my hair was a frizzy mess, and the dark circles under my eyes were so heavy I looked like a panda.
The masturbation session that started late in the evening...
It was an act I hadn't indulged in for a long time, and it just kept going, dragging on past dawn and into the morning.
When I was watching the next video at dawn, I realized that if I stayed in front of the computer, I'd end up pulling an all-nighter. I tried to lie down, but it was all in vain.
The video kept playing in my head, so I eventually pulled out my smartphone and just kept watching.
I'd been at work for an hour, but I couldn't get a single thing done. That video was still looping in my mind.
I needed to sort through the agenda items from last week's meeting, but the words wouldn't register. It was as if my brain had turned to mush.
In the end, I barely managed to touch any work until it was time to leave.
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When I got home, I had to take care of Eonni for two hours.
I'm someone who follows Omma's instructions to the letter, so this would have been a normal routine, but the thought that my video-watching time was being delayed made me miserable.
'God... I can't even live my life properly because of a video. I must have lost my mind...'
My brain really had turned to mush.
Even now, driving home, I had the video playing. That said it all.
Who else in the world watches adult videos while driving?
I was definitely the only one.
After I parked and got out of the driver's seat, I saw liquid pooled on the leather.
The fluid from my lower body had been substantial; it wasn't just a stain, it was a puddle.
'If this had been a cloth seat, I'd be in deep shit... Thank god for leather...'
For the first time in my life, I was genuinely grateful for leather car seats.
Even though I knew I should stop, my hand pressed the play button on my smartphone, and I jumped when the sound suddenly blared out.
I quickly shoved my Bluetooth wireless earphones in and started watching again.
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I entered the house, changed my underwear, and went to take care of Eonni.
A caregiver looked after her until dinner, so the evening shift was on me.
We could have hired someone for 24-hour care, but Omma thought it would look ridiculous, so we only trusted one person to handle Eonni.
Eonni was there again, mouth hanging open, looking like she'd lost her soul.
"Ugh... she's drooling again. How disgusting."
Usually, I'd just sit by her side, but today I felt annoyed.
Was it because I hadn't slept?
Because I couldn't get any work done at the office?
No, that wasn't it.
It was just one thing: I was pissed off that Eonni was keeping me from watching my video.
'Wait... Eonni is basically a vegetable anyway. Should I just leave her and watch it?'
She was just staring blankly at the wall.
I didn't need to worry about her; she wouldn't even know if I did something right in front of her.
Thinking that, I pulled out my smartphone and started watching.
"Wow... five hours of non-stop draining? This man is going to die... Is this woman even human? She's a total beast."
I kept my Bluetooth earphones in, terrified the sound might leak.
I sat there, ignoring Eonni, and watched the video of a man who looked just like Seon-ah oppa being drained on a desk.
The five-hour video was absolutely fantastic.
This time, the woman turned around while they were still joined, grabbed her own legs, and hip-thrusted like a maniac.
This wasn't sex between lovers anymore.
In a normal encounter, she'd be looking at his face so he wouldn't tremble in fear.
But this woman, purely for her own pleasure, turned her back to him and ground her waist down relentlessly.
She kept at it, pressing down hard on the man's thighs.
The man, realizing it was useless to grab her waist, just let out groans, his hands white-knuckled as he gripped the bedsheets.
The camera angle showed his upper body, and I could see the tendons in his hands standing out as he fought for his life.
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He looked so desperate, his hands clenched tight, struggling to survive.
'My god, if his Omma saw this, she'd faint... To have the child she raised with such difficulty being violated so severely by some woman... Even if they're actors, it's just pathetic...'
Still, pathetic or not, it was a turn-on.
As I kept watching, I felt my legs getting damp.
I'd already changed my underwear when I got home, but I was so turned on that I'd soaked through again, the fluid running down my legs.
"Ah... I have to change again. Eonni, I'll be right back."
Leaving the smartphone on the desk, Ji-ah stepped out of the room for a moment.
Maybe it was the dampness, or the headache from lack of sleep, but she left the phone running.
Then, Hyun-ah's blank eyes flickered, focusing on the smartphone screen.
It was only for a brief moment, but for someone who hadn't regained her senses in so long, it was truly astonishing.
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Ji-ah changed her underwear and returned to the video.
This time, she was wearing a sanitary pad, too.
It was uncomfortable to be constantly wet, so she'd decided to be prepared.
As the video reached its climax, the man let out a screaming groan and trembled all over.
Ji-ah loved this part the most.
Just like the last drop from a wine bottle is the sweetest, the moment the man surrendered his last drop to the woman and his body shook made the word "conquest" flash through her mind.
She was savoring that final moment when, suddenly, her Bluetooth earphones died.
The man's final, explicit groan rang out through the room.
I was startled and scrambled to turn down the volume.
But that wasn't the only thing that startled me.
Behind me, a hand suddenly reached out toward the desk.
"Kyaaak!"
Isn't there a ghost story about this?
That if you throw a pencil behind you and it doesn't make a sound, a ghost has caught it.
But this was different.
It felt like the ghost watching the video with me was so pissed off that I'd turned down the volume that it reached out to turn it back up. I was terrified.
A "masturbation ghost," if you will.
Then, feeling the warmth on the hand gripping my smartphone, I realized it wasn't a ghost.
And I remembered: this wasn't my room.
I turned my head slowly to check Eonni, who was holding my phone. She was drooling, her eyes locked onto the screen.
The way she gripped the phone, she was clearly desperate to snatch it away.
That was a sight as terrifying as any ghost.
I let out a scream and let go of the smartphone.
Eonni grabbed it, cranked the volume all the way up, and started watching.
The way she stared, her eyes practically licking the man on screen, was terrifying.
Her mouth, which had been drooling, was now tightly shut.
I could see her throat moving as she swallowed her saliva.
I just stared at Eonni, who had taken on such a perverted expression now that she'd snatched my phone.
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Lee Shin-ah felt something strange in the house the moment she returned.
It sounded like a man groaning.
There was some noise, so it was hard to make out, but as a woman, she knew what adult videos sounded like.
It was definitely her daughter, Lee Ji-ah, playing something at such a loud volume.
She'd held back from saying anything about Ji-ah being spaced out during the meeting, but if she was causing trouble at home, she couldn't just sit still.
She opened the door to scold Ji-ah, who was supposed to be taking care of Hyun-ah.
And there, she witnessed something impossible.
Her eldest daughter, Hyun-ah, who had lost her mind...
Was watching an adult video on a smartphone.
My head started to spin.