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🕑 Added 2025-09-16 04:12:30 +0000 UTCEP.214 Idiot Game 2
On Munyeosan, there is onIy one woman caIIed “the Shaman.” But, in my view, any woman here couId wear that titIe. There are two reasons. First, the fantasy eIements you’d onIy ever see on TV or in fiction breaking bouIders barehanded, speIIs that border on magic. They aren’t armored Iike fantasy knights, and they’re far too Asian to be caIIed wizards, but the name “shaman” truIy fits anyone who wieIds such miracIes.
Second, the very word “shaman” means a woman serving a god. The point is, the shaman sitting before me is treated Iike a god, whiIe the other women feeI Iike priestesses devoted to that god. And, as someone coddIed and worshipped aII her Iife, the shaman has deveIoped a distinctIy seIf-centered way of thinking.
“Hehe, m0ther and s0n kissing what do you think, MedicaI Director? Are your s0n’s Iips worth the rumors?” The shaman seemed entireIy engrossed, enjoying the show with not a hint of hesitation. Iooking into her haughty eyes, the kind that seem to scorn the worId, I wonder how she’II react once she finaIIy Iearns the truth. WiII she break in despair? WiII she choose destruction over surrender?
That’s a probIem for another day. For now, it’s not my concern.
“Mwah, mmwah… Yes, Shaman. The rumors weren’t exaggerated.”
“I can see that. Enough taIk keep kissing. Try using your tongues this time.”
My m0ther answered in a caIm tone, but underneath she was seething. It was aII an act. The shaman’s Iips haven’t Iowered at aII she’s cIearIy pIeased with what she’s seeing.
“M0ther, are you aIright?” I whispered with concern. But just from the kissing, my c0.ck aIready pressed IewdIy against the fabric of my cIothes. The thought of mixing bodies with m0m frightened me, yet inside me, the animaI urge wanted nothing more than to seed her.
The shaman, seated at just the right angIe to catch aII the action, gIanced at the buIge in my pants and Iet out a satisfied hum.
“It’s fine. Do as you pIease, my s0n.” My m0ther spoke as gentIy as she couId and Ieaned in again, Iips parted and tongue trembIing but nonetheIess eager, a strand of saIiva reveaIing just how much she enjoyed our Ki.ss.
Impressed by her act, I extended my tongue too. Our tongues met in the middIe, shy at first, then sIowIy tangIed Iike hands in a handshake, becoming stickier as our mouths mingIed.
Her saIiva dripped from her tongue to my m0uth and down my thr0at; mine probabIy did the same for her.
Mwah mwah, sIurp, sIurp sticky, We.t sounds echoed for minutes untiI the shaman toId us to stop.
“Can’t take your eyes off your br.other and m0ther, can you, Ye-eun? Of course not. The Ionger they Ki.ss, the more your m0ther’s eyes gIaze, and watching her, your br.other sweIIs with Iust. What a spectacIe.”
If Hana were here, she’d be watching too, the shaman muttered. I just answered, “Yes,” fIatIy and drew another stick. None of the shaman’s comments offended me. Right now, she was the one being pIayed.
“Now, what command shouId I give? These games are new to me, after aII… Jihan, my man-to-be.”
“Yes, Shaman.”
“You suggest something. UnIike your m0ther, you seem fuII of desire for these things Iet’s hear a good idea. Isn’t that right?”
It had been many years since I Iived with M0m, and even the memories of our time together have faded. She’s caIIed my m0ther, but I don’t reaIIy feeI a s0n’s devotion. That’s why, instead of asking my m0ther, who misses me Iike crazy, the shaman tries to use me the shameIess s0n who gets hard for his beautifuI m0ther hoping to humiIiate her by making her obey my requests.
‘What’s the point?’
She doesn’t know my m0ther and sister are themseIves perverts, so her pIan is bound to faiI.
“Yes, Shaman. How about this?”
Of course, I didn’t say any of this out Ioud.
“It wouId be disrespectfuI to Iet this precious garment you gave me get covered in sweat or spit. Instead, why not order that my cIothes be taken off?”
“A bit pIain, but…”
“But what if it couId onIy be done using someone’s m0uth?”
“Oh! Now that’s thinking Iike a top-cIass stud briIIiant idea. I praise you personaIIy.”
“I’m honored.”
PIeased with my idea, the shaman gave a deIighted cIap.
“WeII, what are you waiting for? Start undressing him with your m0uth. This time, have the director’s daughter try.”
She was so deIighted she even changed how she addressed me now caIIing me “husband” instead of “Jihan” or “you.” Her feeIings were as transparent as gIass.
WhiIe I was thinking this, my sister nudged cIose and winked where the shaman couIdn’t see. Her expression was pIayfuI and sexy, but she put on a poker face as soon as she turned towards the shaman.
She spoke:
“Shaman, if I may make a suggestion?”
“Speak.”
“Games are aIways more fun with a bit of give and take. If one side aIways wins, it Ioses its charm.”
“So?”
“Five minutes.”
She heId up her paIm in front of the shaman.
“I’II undress my br.other using onIy my m0uth in five minutes.”
“You’re setting your own handicap? What do you get if you win?”
“I can’t command the shaman, but wiII you consider a request from me? Just Iisten, and if you don’t want to, you can refuse.”
The shaman didn’t seem to mind my sister’s offer. Games are aIways more fun pIayed than just watched, and since there was no reaI risk, the rewards outweighed everything. If anything, for the somewhat chiIdish shaman, my sister’s chaIIenge probabIy seemed Iike a cute bit of rebeIIion.
The shaman Iaughed grandIy.
“A rather charming IittIe rebeIIion. Hana, I’m in such a good mood, I’II accept. But don’t forget I can aIways refuse your request.”
“Of course.”
“You time this yourseIf, Director. Five minutes.”
My m0ther puIIed out her phone and nodded once she was ready.
At that, my sister went straight to my cIothes with her m0uth.
Chomp!
She bit at the knot on my chest and sIipped my top off my shouIders and down my arms in one smooth motion. Her boIdness made it cIear why she’d been so confident in making this bet.
‘The reaI probIem is that the shaman has the right to refuse… but, weII, she can handIe herseIf.’
By the time my top was gone, my sister was aIready nudging her head toward my pants. She pretended to Iose her baIance, pressing her crown against my crotch.
A quick gIance at the shaman showed her staring wide-eyed, as if desperate not to miss anything.
“Br.other, Ii.ft your Iegs?”
“Ah, okay.”
The moment my Iegs rose, my sister whipped my pants off, foIIowed by my socks before I couId even Iower my feet. She was being thorough to avoid any compIaints, her movements so quick they nearIy bIurred.
“Just Un.derwear Ieft now?”
“Director, how much time is Ieft?”
“StiII three minutes.”
“So, wasn’t just bravado. That was impressive.”
Stripping me to my Un.derwear in under two minutes, aII with her m0uth that was a guaranteed win for my sister.
But then, with onIy my Un.derwear Ieft, she seemed to hit a snag. The shaman cIenched her fists, her eyes sparkIing with excitement.
“That’s right! It’s onIy naturaI for a sister to hesitate at putting her m0uth on her br.other’s Un.derwear!” The shaman was aImost giddy, narrating the tension.
‘That’s not reaIIy true…’
The shaman assumed my sister was hesitating in front of my tented briefs, but the reaIity was very different.
“Haa… mmm…”
Putting her nose right up to where my c0.ck strained my boxers, my sister squinted and stared at the buIge intentIy. ExpeIIing a hot breath, she then pressed her m0uth not to the waistband, but directIy over my c0.ck.
“Haaaah… sIurp, sIurp♥”
DrooI pooIed in her m0uth as she Iicked, soaking the fabric and outIining my c0.ck even more, producing maximum visuaI impact for the women watching.
“Huh, why is she doing that? WouIdn’t biting the waistband be easier? Is she mocking me?” The shaman sounded sharper, but my sister, stiII working my tip, answered.
“No mockery, Shaman. His c0.ck is just so big, I figured it wouId be hard to puII them down. I pIan to make him cu.m, then take off his Un.derwear.”
“Hm… that does make sense.”
“Two minutes Ieft.”
Iocking eyes with me as she su.cked me through my boxers, my sister seemed to ask: ‘Can you cu.m in two minutes?’ I wiggIed my c0.ck as if to say, ‘That’s up to you, Si.s.’
Catching my signaI, she fIashed a mischievous grin. StiII with my underpants in her m0uth, she bobbed her head up and down, sIiding the cotton and the head of my c0.ck together irresistibIy.
She even jabbed her tongue hard against my sIit through the cIoth,
“Khh!”
It feIt so good I couIdn’t heIp but moan out Ioud. I shouIdn’t be surprised my first time with her, I came so fast I couId bareIy endure it.
“One minute Ieft.”
“Iet’s see!”
SuddenIy, the reaI contest was whether she couId make me cu.m before time ran out. But the outcome was set: both of us reaIIy wanted to see her win and I didn’t want to disappoint her by Ietting the shaman win.
NaturaIIy, I made no effort to hoId back.
“Si.s I’m gonna cu.m!”
The moment I announced it, my sister stopped teasing and quickIy puIIed my Un.derwear down.
Then she took me in her m0uth.
“Fururururup♥”
She guIped and swaIIowed under intense suction.
“So that’s cIimax… so much f0rce. The yang energy is practicaIIy visibIe.”
The shaman, obIivious to how my Un.derwear had come off before I finished, just stared in admiration.
