Chapter 73 – Episode 73. Hit It! Hit Me! The ‘Younger Sister’ Who Wants to Be Beaten, Actually…
“Hey, it’s hot.”
Dami Yang threw off her upper clothes.
His hand slipped and Dajun Yang caught hold of his bare skin.
“… !”
Dami Yang looked back with his heels raised.
Yang Da-joon smiled awkwardly at the surprised look.
“Uh, sorry.”
Then I try to take his hand off.
Dami Yang quickly grabbed her wrist and said.
“Yang Da-joon, what are you doing?”
“What are you really doing?”
It doesn’t let go as if it’s a struggle.
Holding her hand tightly, he alternately looks at his waist and Yang Da-jun.
“What the.”
Yang Dami said with a wrinkled expression.
“Who said it was okay?”
It was a pat on the wrist as if disapproving.
“Like this. Keep holding on like this.”
“It’s kind of like that.”
“What.”
Dajun Yang averted his eyes.
It was to look away from her sister’s naked body.
“Are you wearing your clothes again?”
“What?”
Dami Yang clicked her tongue.
“What about this?”
Really no good
What are you thinking?
Dami Yang said that and turned his head forward.
He turned on his faucet and picked up a plate.
Water poured and made a loud noise.
‘Joy…’
My ears are hot and it’s hot.
To the point of worrying about not being able to see her blushing from behind.
Yang Dami quivered her eyelashes.
‘You take off your clothes too. So I’ll do it too.’
I just use Yang Da-hee as an excuse.
As long as she’s a woman, her jacket is fine, but I can’t think of it that far.
While only caring about Yang Da-joon.
Dami Yang pursed her lips.
‘He didn’t even pay attention to me anyway.’
She is a coward who only smiles broadly at her older sister.
It is like a husband who helps out when he runs at the slightest sound of breathing.
Yang Dami recalled the time when Yang Da-hee was leaving for work a moment ago.
She was on her way out of the bathroom.
.
.
.
‘They were hugging.’
At first it was nothing.
Thought she was being pampered by her older sister who acted as her impersonator.
‘But what about these days? You got too close.’
It was a particularly friendly treatment.
An older sister and Yang Da-joon who take care of her like a husband and wife.
‘I’ll be hugging you forever.’
Yang Dami was impatient.
She involuntarily reversed her steps.
While her sister and Dajun Yang were laughing and chatting, she quietly stood in front of the sink.
‘Hey, I can do housework too.’
Dami Yang moved her hand without saying a word.
She splashed water with her clumsy hands, but she persevered.
Yang Da-jun, who returned, showed interest in himself.
Dami Yang held her breath.
‘Quickly praise him.’
Then a hand touches her head.
‘Ah…’
Dami Yang flinched at her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She was gibberish with Yang Dajun.
‘It’s because Yang Da-jun stroked it. It’s not because I’m happy!’
It wasn’t anyway.
Even if Dajun Yang stroked her hair, he wouldn’t even say anything.
That’s why she wanted more.
She was asking Dajun Yang for a favor.
— Hug me like this. Do you know if I have to tell you one by one? What you did for my sister, ask me to do it too.
Head to body⋯.
As I was biting my lip, a strange question came back.
She was asking if she liked herself.
Yang Dami became furious.
—Crazy bitch!!
The reason her heart raced was because she was screaming.
It wasn’t that I flinched at Yang Da-jun’s words.
A real climb…
Looking at Dajun Yang, I felt that her body was so hot that it was about to melt.
Dami Yang took off her clothes and threw them away.
.
.
.
Da-mi Yang washes the dishes while being held by Da-joon Yang.
Her body shakes every time she washes her dishes.
Even if a boy like Dajun Yang tried to hold her, it was of no use to her.
Dami Yang blushed.
‘Chest…’
Every time she moves her arm, she shakes.
It’s not that I’m teased, though.
It was her lack of breasts compared to her sister’s.
‘You’re embarrassing…’
It’s not a bad thing to be small, but it’s like pride for women.
Besides, inverted nipples.
Dami Yang paid attention to her back for nothing.
‘Yang Da-joon, you just hugged me when I said hug you.’
Would you like to fall in love?
I don’t know which girl would take a boy like a wooden stone.
‘… ‘
Women who suddenly come to mind.
Dami Yang thought of her older sister and Lee Yu-rim.
Both were busty.
‘… I want to grow too.’
There is a myth that if you knead it, it gets bigger.
It’s a sport that all women do.
So it’s not strange.
I decided to let Yang Da-joon do it.
“Mr. Ha.”
Dami Yang frowned at her and twirled her shoulders.
“What’s the matter?”
“There are a lot of dishes to wash. It’s because of you.”
“Um, sorry.”
She flinches as she sees herself glaring at her back.
Even so, he grips her waist tightly and buries her head.
Real climb.
Dami Yang grabbed the corner of her twitching mouth and said.
“Hey, thank you for doing the housework for me, right?”
“Ugh. Thank you.”
Dajun Yang nodded and stabbed him in the back.
A situation where if she were another woman, she would be misunderstood as acting cute.
Yang Dami said calmly.
“Hmm, if you know, I’ll give you a massage…”
She was prodding.
However, an unexpected answer came back.
“Sit down.”
“Where? Here?”
Dami Yang hardened her expression and said.
Because she almost looked back with a smile without even realizing it.
She sat down staring at her sink.
Dajun Yang said while rubbing her shoulders.
“Are you cool?”
“… Not really.”
Actually, it’s very good.
The expression also melted away.
‘I like Yang Da-joon’s hands…’
I’m glad I’m sitting with my back.
Dami Yang mustered up her courage by recalling what happened yesterday.
“… Try someplace else.”
“Where?”
“… Chest.”
“Why are you kneading there?”
Mr. Lee⋯ Dajun Yang is the answer to the subject.
She said while holding back.
“… You did it yesterday too.”
“That’s what my older sister did and you did it as well.”
I was furious at the story of her sister.
“Then I can do it too! Why do you only do this to your sister? You can’t…”
“No way, what?”
“Do you like Dahee unnie?”
Dami Yang looked back at her and said.
“Did you massage her breasts because you like her? Does she want to look good? Did you go next to her to flirt with her?”
It was a provocation.
Even if Yang Da-joon, who is kind enough, scolds me not to say harsh things, he will soon become restless.
She will smile and stroke your hair if you do a little nice to her.
‘So be angry with me.’
Dajun Yang frowned at him.
“Dami Yang, didn’t I tell you to be careful with your words?”
“Ugh…”
Yang Dami flinched.
‘I hate to get scolded, but I can’t help it…’
He said it deliberately sarcastically.
“Why are you hitting me again? Seriously, you think it’s okay to hit a man. Do you want to look good only to your sister?”
“Dami Yang, do it in moderation.”
“Oh, I hate it. Why didn’t I just massage my breasts!?”
Dami Yang groaned and pressed her face.
“When, hit me!”
My legs were trembling.
*
A younger sister begging her to massage her breasts.
She said she did it to her older sister, so she asks her to do it too.
I don’t like it, so she provokes me with harsh words.
“When, hit me!”
He closed her eyes tightly and pressed his face against her.
I laughed inwardly.
‘He keeps mentioning Dahee.’
I guess I thought that the two of us got along just fine.
It seems to envy that in the middle of the day.
I’m slowly starting to act childish.
‘He said he didn’t like me, but I should take care of him just in case.’
You have to keep an eye on it so it doesn’t stray.
I sighed and reached out my hand to Yang Dami.
“Ehh.”
“Ugh… !”
Dami Yang, who shrank her body.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.
“… ?”
He tilted her head, so I rebuked her.
“Damiya, cover your words.”
“Uh… ?”
Yang Dami only trembled her eyebrows.
“Oh, won’t you hit me?”
“Why am I hitting my sister?”
“Fool…”
When I pat him a little, he mumbles to himself.
Her ears also burned red.
‘Now I have to do what they ask me to do.’
Little sister who wants to massage her breasts… Just don’t think I’m weird.
Because this is a world where you peel your udders while exercising.
I reached out my hand to her and spoke calmly.
“I’m rubbing it because I worked.”
“Should I do it quickly…”
“Tighten your back a little.”
He slowly reached out her hand.
It was right before it touched her chest.
Dami Yang leaned against the sink, pounding her buttocks.
“Wait for a sec!”
“Why. I want you to hold on.”
“Oh, you know?”
“Did you put your hand away? Dami Yang, are you a woman?”
“Chi…”
Dami Yang, who fell for her provocation, removed her hand.
‘Oh…’
Looking at her from the front, her small breasts are bulging out.
And inverted nipples.
‘Cute.’
When I stared at her, Dami Yang sighed.
“Chi, can’t you hurry up!?”
“Hehe, okay.”
I laughed because I understood Yang Dami’s feelings.
Even if you’re a ‘sexy woman’, there’s something embarrassing about it.
I immediately spread my palms and grabbed her breasts.
The sister’s breasts were small and chewy.
“Ah…”
Dami Yang, swallowing her moans, bluffed her.
“Chi, that’s cool.”
I pretend that nothing is wrong, but my voice is shaking a little.
“On the topic of Yang Da-jun. Are you doing pretty well?”
And then she lowered her head.
Yang Dami exhaled.
“Yang Da-joon, try harder.”
“Okay.”
“Do it hard… Kaheu!”
I gave her strength and Dami Yang jumped up.
Are you okay?
Dami Yang nodded her head and twisted her body slightly.
“Huh… Try it on the side too.”
“Here?”
“Just a little closer…”
As Dami Yang led, he grabbed her breasts.
As she gave her acupressure, Dami Yang let out a moan.
“Haha!”
Dami Yang slid and lay down on her floor.
I tried to stand up, but Yang Dami thumped my hand.
“Clean your hands…”
“What are you going to do?”
When I say knead it, they always tell me to put my hands away.
‘Dami Yang?’
I just opened my eyes wide at her sister’s actions that followed.
“… What are you doing?”
