Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Who Are You?
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"Who are you?"
Bang!
I threw myself onto the chair, my legs giving out beneath me.
Suddenly, this twin-tailed platinum blonde with red eyes—a super beauty beyond compare—was claiming to be my little sister?
'She doesn't look anything like me.'
Suddenly, she flipped up my eyelid and shoved her face right up to my nose, letting me peer deep into her eyes.
Unlike my sister, who resembled a Mongolian warrior, hers were thin and pretty double-lidded eyes, nice and big.
And her face and breath carried a sweet floral scent—nothing like the shit-stink that wafted from my sister's mouth.
Even her skin had a faint baby powder aroma.
My heart was pounding so hard that...
'Ah, this isn't the important part right now.'
If they were contacts, I should've been able to spot the edges from that close.
But they looked completely natural, like they were real.
Could a person really have eyes that vivid crimson?
I'd heard albinos could have red eyes like that.
The super beauty claiming to be my sister did have paleish skin, but it was just fair for an Asian—not ghostly pale.
'No way this is a prank. It doesn't add up.'
First off, birds of a feather flock together. My sister, who face-planted onto the asphalt and probably mangled her face, hanging out with a girl like this? No chance.
Second, say she's a friend.
With a face and body straight out of a scandal video that'd send tissue company stocks skyrocketing...
Why would she waste time bullying a guy like me at home?
Especially while flashing a perfectly forged ID that shimmered with patterns under the light.
Mimicking my sister's usual speech patterns to a T.
It made no sense.
The plausibility was nonexistent.
I hurriedly turned on the computer.
Yeah, the stuff that happened to me today didn't make sense either.
Women on the street all had figures like they were from South America or something.
Every house I visited for work, it was like national coffee ad models everywhere. Just luck?
Running into a milf in Dongtan-look office wear with a massive cock fetish, pretending not to know each other while she hooked her pinky around my dick? Yeah, right.
I pulled up some random internet site.
What good would looking at streamers or pretty celebs do?
I clicked on a random news channel thumbnail with a reporter and street view.
"The reporter's insane."
Click, click.
Korea's average bust was A-cup, but these were all C to D at least.
Same with the women passing by on the street.
Their bodies were unreal.
Hard to even spot a fat one.
The same clothes that looked normal before now screamed sexy on the street.
Click.
A streamer channel I usually watched.
Female cams were pretty by default, so I searched for a game streamer who'd always been average-looking but won with charm.
'No way this is real.'
-Ah, I must've gained weight. Boobs hit D-cup. So damn heavy.
[Ttaetju: Right now's perfect, all meaty. Any more and she'll stink like a pig.]
[Yuksugulgulp: Yeah, that's when the chicken coop smell kicks in.]
The chats were always chaotic, but were these guys blind?
A faint trace of her old face lingered.
But that wasn't surgeon territory.
God himself would've had to sculpt it into that beauty.
Had I hit my head and started seeing ugly women as hot?
No friends to follow, so I checked my burner Insta account. Searched acquaintances—guys all looked the same.
Nothing changed there.
Only the women had turned gorgeous, insanely so.
"Haha, ha..."
So dumbfounded, I leaned back in the chair.
My head stung against the headrest.
Reached back, ran a hand over it—a clear bump.
'How hard did I fall yesterday?'
Clutching my head, hazy memories of yesterday surfaced, and suddenly I recalled the YouTube video Hyoi had been watching.
"Multiverse, right? Worlds where every possibility exists."
What if I'd crossed into another universe?
Creeeak—
I'd tried to open the door quietly, but it screeched anyway.
The self-proclaimed sister lounging on the sofa turned to look at me.
"Ahem. So, you're saying you're really my sister. Then how did our dad die?"
"Construction site accident. After getting drunk at lunch."
"Okay. Then the amusement park we all went to as a family, your first time in elementary school?"
"What bullshit? When did we ever go to an amusement park?"
Trap question, and she nailed it.
"Fuck, if your head's messed up, go to the hospital. Don't bother me."
She turned back to the TV.
Eyes can lie, but matter can't.
My sister going crazy and doing twin tails? No way.
I grabbed the twin tails sticking out on both sides.
She flinched in surprise, her traps twitching, and a weird silence hung in the air.
Was the texture messing with my brain too?
"Haa... gonna lose my mind. Hey, why grab a person's hair when they're just sitting there?"
Her shoulders trembled—felt like real hair in my grip.
"Fuck, gross. Let go already."
"Uh, yeah."
The supposed sister stood up, pissed off, remote in hand, shaking with rage.
Her elastic ass jiggled with the vibrations.
Thick thigh meat spilling out from the loose short pants.
Maybe my sister really lost it today and did twin tails.
Maybe my brain turned her into some arrogant little sister from a Japanese hentai doujin.
'My sister's ass had no hips. Flat like a guy's.'
My brain couldn't fabricate something that didn't exist.
"I'll let it slide 'cause you hit your head. I'm about to burst here."
What? That fully hiked-up ass?
"Get out already. Go to the hospital on your dime. Y-you fucking retard, pissing people off."
Couldn't exactly grope her ass to confirm.
If this was really my sister and only looked hot to me, no way I'd wanna touch her ass.
She might kick me out or grab the plant pot and smash my head, sending me to the hospital nicely.
'That aside, holding back and all. Even if I wasn't a good brother.'
Wasn't this level of personal insult too much, even treating me like a person?
My spread fingers curled into a fist.
"Cut it out."
I grabbed the self-proclaimed sister's hip as she turned, stopping her.
Real hips—wide enough one hand couldn't cover.
Recalled all the bug-like insults and degradations from the sister who'd ignored me.
"Hey, retard. What's this? Let go!"
Yeah, this wasn't sexual. Just fitting punishment for a bratty sister.
"Before brother, as a person—fuck! Retard, retard. If you won't treat me like one, use respect at least."
Memories piled up, fist cocked, shoulders tensed, waist twisting to focus power in one spot.
"What the fuck? You really lost it?"
"Yeah, I fucking lost it. How old are you, you little shit, still talking down to me?!"
Thwack—
Fist met bouncy flesh with a springy rebound.
Full hip power behind it, punching through the resistance—felt the thick fat layer.
Then firm muscle under, like it was built for more than just walking.
'Hit that hard and no bone felt?'
-Eeeek!
Splat-like strike dragged on wetly instead of a clean thwack.
"Kyaa, guhhuuuuuuuk!"
Thud.
The self-proclaimed sister collapsed, screaming from diaphragmatic pain.
I looked down at my now-beautified sister rolling on the floor.
A lump in my chest eased...
But guilt hit too, since she looked nothing like my sister.
"Hic... guk... you psycho, why hit me outta nowhere... hngh!"
Shoulders heaved as she clutched her ass, knees buckled, face down.
"Ah, sorry—no. Sorry, didn't mean to hit that hard."
"You fucker, fucking bastard, I'm reporting this."
"No, you've hit me plenty before. First time I ever hit you."
Han Sihyun straightened her back, clutching her ass, glaring at me with tear-filled eyes.
"Fuck, it's not the same—a guy hitting vs. a girl!"
Sounded sexist, but with her no longer ape-faced...
Hitting a small, fragile-looking pretty girl, it kinda rang true.
'Even with snot running, she's cute.'
Thought that about the super beauty now my sister—dangerous. Forced myself to picture the ape-faced one.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
Han Sihyun, bawling, wailed even harder at the door lock chime.
Click—
"Haa, what's going on?"
Oh god, Mother.
Just looking at her felt irreverent to my brain.
I averted my eyes from Mother.
Patpatpatpat.
Short legs scurried quick.
Sister buried in Mother's huge bosom, only her head visible, sobbing pitifully.
"Hnghuk, Mom! That Han Siwoo fucker punched my ass boohoo!"
"Really?"
I bowed my head again in a hurry.
"Yes, Mom."
Mother had gotten seriously sexy.