A Sister's Scorn
Clang—.
"J-Ji-seo, you're home?"
The moment the front door opened, Ji-ah, who had been sitting on the living room sofa, shot to her feet and hurried toward her younger sister.
Her eyes were hollow and bloodshot, as if she had stayed awake all night unable to forget their phone call from the previous evening.
Seeing her older sister approach with such caution, Ji-seo merely shifted her gaze and spoke.
"What?"
Her voice was ice-cold.
Though it was only a single word, Ji-ah flinched.
The eyes meeting hers brimmed with chill and hostility.
She had sensed it over the phone as well—this no longer felt like the sister she knew.
Yet she could not deny Ji-seo's existence; the voice, the appearance, the memories were all perfectly identical.
It had been only one night.
Until yesterday, they had been so close they could not bear to be apart.
Yet now, even if it was one-sided, the two sisters who had once been inseparable had become more terrifying to each other than enemies.
What could have happened in that single night?
Where had her sister gone, and what had she endured?
Or had the emotions she had been accumulating finally exploded because of some trigger?
If that were the case, Ji-ah had no confidence she could bear it.
The thought that her sister had endured such terrifying feelings for her sake filled her with unbearable guilt.
No—not just guilt. It felt like sin.
That was why she desperately tried to mend their relationship.
If Ji-seo told her to kneel, she was prepared to do so and apologize.
"Um… somewhere… no, uh, shall we talk for a bit…?"
"Talk about what? I already told you on the phone that I have nothing to say."
Each icy word pierced Ji-ah's heart like a blade.
She had to desperately suppress the way her breathing grew ragged.
"Since there's nothing to say, I'm going in."
"W-wait—!?"
Ji-ah frantically grabbed her sister's wrist as Ji-seo tried to enter her room.
Ji-seo stopped and glanced at the hand holding her, then turned her cold gaze back to her older sister and spoke quietly.
"Let go."
"…Ji-seo?"
Ji-ah felt her mind go blank.
Those eyes, filled with contempt, rage, and irritation, were glaring at her.
The sight was so shocking that she wondered how anyone could direct such negative emotions toward another person, no matter how much they disliked them.
It was even more devastating because it came from her own blood-related sister.
"I said let go. Lee Ji-ah."
"Y-you…!?"
The casual speech, and the way her sister growled as if addressing a stranger, made Ji-ah's mouth fall open as her eyes widened in shock.
Her lips trembled, and the breathing she had worked so hard to steady began to unravel again.
"Haa… Fuck, you're completely useless."
"J-Ji-Ji-Ji-seo, hic!? Hey????"
Hic, hic…
The words that followed were so absurd that Ji-ah covered her mouth with her hand.
A suffocating sensation rose in her throat, and her chest felt tight.
Tears welled up, blurring her vision.
Every thought in her head turned white, becoming a blank page.
"Hey, Lee Ji-ah… Didn't I say I don't want to talk to you? Are your ears blocked? Or should I repeat what I said yesterday? I hate you as a sister!! I hate my selfish sister who only wants to be comforted while whining every day—!!! So stop talking to me—!!!!!"
The furious scream echoed throughout the house.
Ji-ah could not properly process her sister's shouting.
Her consciousness felt as though it were floating away, the sense of reality growing thinner.
Everything felt unreal, like a dream.
"You're nothing to me anymore! Don't even pretend to know me at home!! Got it!?"
Bang—!!
With a murderous glare and a cold parting shot, Ji-seo slammed the door hard enough to make a sound and disappeared into her room.
…Thud.
Ji-ah, who had been standing blankly and staring at the closed door with a vacant expression, lost all strength and sank to her knees on the floor.
"Hic! Hic…!! Hiccup…!! Keck—!? Cough!! Cough!!"
For a while, no thoughts formed in her mind. She simply stared at the floor in a daze, repeatedly hiccuping and coughing.
Between the coughs and hiccups, wheezing sounds occasionally escaped, as if her airway were blocked.
Drip, drop…
Suddenly, she heard the sound of rain.
Water droplets fell onto the floor. When she raised her hand to find the source, she realized they were tears streaming down her face.
Drip.
More raindrops fell onto her palm.
The sensation, transmitted through touch, was hot and slippery.
That painfully vivid feeling clearly proved she was alive.
The truth that she, a human being, was still breathing in reality revealed that life still remained.
The remaining life reminded her that there was still reality she had to face, emphasizing that it was an unavoidable fate.
As Ji-ah went over everything one by one…
"…Ah."
She realized that everything that had just happened was not a dream.
"Aah…."
…Right.
It wasn't… a dream….
…….
……….
………….
"Kkhh…."
* *
"I-jun! Hi~! …What is it? Can't I call you if nothing's wrong? Wow—. I'm hurt, Kang I-jun! Actually, I called to say let's meet tomorrow. …Ji-ah too? No, just the two of us. …Why? Are we not supposed to meet alone? Were we that distant? Ten years of friendship wasted, completely wasted!"
Ha-rin sat in her room chair with her legs crossed, talking to a man on the phone.
Her final sulky tone was calculated acting, but the innocent man on the other end did not notice and sounded flustered.
"Reason? Well… I just wanted to see you. …Just the two of us."
A brief silence.
The man on the other end could not respond to Ha-rin's words.
"You don't want to?"
When Ha-rin asked again, letting bitterness seep into her voice like a tragic heroine, the man stammered and accepted her invitation.
"Really? Then you know that bar we used to go to with Ji-ah, the three of us? Let's meet there. Ah, don't tell Ji-ah. Actually, there's something I want to consult you about regarding Ji-ah… Yeah, yeah… Drinks? Why? Ah—. Because you have a date with Ji-ah the next day? Don't worry, I won't drink much. Yeah, yeah… Got it~ Then see you there tomorrow evening~."
Click.
When the call ended, Ha-rin burst into the laughter she had been holding back and her lips curled repeatedly.
"Hehe, hehe… Stupid bastard…! The moment I suggest meeting alone, he wags his tail like a horny dog and gets all excited! Why did I ever like that kind of guy?"
Mocking the man she had once liked, Ha-rin stroked the phone screen showing a photo of her and her friend looking affectionate.
"Ji-ah… It's not over yet. There's still your boyfriend left. The only ally who would be your last support in this world. What will you do when even that ally is gone?"
Ha-rin smiled bitterly as she recalled her memories with Ji-ah.
They had been filled with good times, and in many ways, Ji-ah was a friend she could never forget for the rest of her life.
That was precisely why—.
She wanted to destroy her even more thoroughly.
To the point where she could never live in this world again.
"This is thrilling…!"
Just imagining her former best friend in despair released dopamine in her brain.
Revenge against Ji-ah gave Ha-rin an indescribable pleasure.
She did not know why it stirred such intense ecstasy, but she had no desire to understand.
The pleasant sensation tingling through her mind rewarded her for breaking Lee Ji-ah.
For that reward, she was willing to do anything.
"Hiss—. Haaa…."
Ha-rin buried her face in a handkerchief carrying a certain man's scent and inhaled deeply.
Her eyes grew languid as if she had inhaled drugs, and the lower part of her dolphin shorts began to stain.
"I want to give Oppa a present soon… No, I want Oppa's cock inside me. Hiss—. Hehe…."
Inhaling the scent on the handkerchief once more, Ha-rin surrendered to the happiness with unfocused eyes.
Tomorrow, she would meet Ji-ah's boyfriend, I-jun, alone.
She would subtly make sexual advances, pour him drinks until he was drunk, and then sleep with him in the same bed.
Sex?
Of course not.
"Touch skin with that pathetic bastard? Just imagining it makes me want to puke! I only need Oppa now… If it's not Oppa, I can't… be satisfied…!"
Creak….
To suppress the rising desire, Ha-rin slipped her hand into her shorts and touched herself while continuing to recall tomorrow's plan.
She intended to send Ji-ah photos of a naked, drunk I-jun.
Since I-jun would be too intoxicated to remember anything, he would have no choice but to believe the false claim that he had slept with her.
Especially with perfect photographic evidence.
While getting permission for this plan over the phone, she had also been told to prepare sleeping pills just in case.
She did not know if she would use them, but there was no harm in being prepared.
According to Ji-seo, I-jun and Ji-ah were scheduled to have their first intimate encounter as a couple in two days.
If so, taking I-jun's virginity before that would be the ultimate revenge against her best friend.
The betrayal would be as devastating as the excitement and preparation Ji-ah had felt for sharing her first experience with her beloved partner.
What expression would Lee Ji-ah make then?
Despair?
Rage?
Sorrow?
Or all of them?
Whatever it was, it would surely be the most magnificent sight.
Creak! Creak!…
"Hehe…!? Ji-Ji-ah…! O-Oppa's scent… Ji-Ji-ah!! Hiss—."
With her face buried in the handkerchief carrying his scent, Ha-rin lost herself in self-pleasure while imagining her precious friend's destruction.
Thus, with her will manipulated by brainwashing and the resulting rewarding pleasure, she had become his perfectly tamed pet.
