Chapter 194
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Reality. Little Sister's Hospital
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"Come if you want to. But you know you have to call first, right?"
"Yeah. Love you, honey. Master. Your dedicated pussy slave cocksleeve bitch slut Ji-min is heading out now...♡ I'll go home then. See you tomorrow...♡ Mwah. Mwah."
Lee Ji-min planted kisses on my cheek and lips, then waved as she headed out the front door.
She'd somehow managed to plug her gaping holes and made her way back home.
She'd handle the rest on her own just fine.
If daily life got uncomfortable or tough for her..., I'd buy some healing potions from the Tower system shop and give them to her.
Last time, I'd tested them on the pussy slaves inside the Tower, and sprinkling them on pussies and asses restored even ruined, loosened holes back to normal.
Healing potions even had the effect of tightening up slack holes nice and snug again, so if Lee Ji-min struggled with needing diapers, I'd have her use those.
"Ah, now that I've sent Lee Ji-min off..., what should I do? Head back into the Tower...? Hmm...."
Today was Saturday.
A weekend after spending the night with Lee Ji-min.
Something felt off, like I'd forgotten something important.
It nagged at me—what was it? There was something big today.
This unease...
"Ah, right! The girls from the hospital whose numbers I got! I gotta fuck all of them...!"
That nagging forgetfulness? It was calling over the girls whose numbers I'd snagged or swapped at the hospital to fuck them.
Ah..., almost forgot. But did I really forget? It felt even weirder now...
Hospital..., hospital... Something connected to the hospital, for sure.
As I thought that, I grabbed my phone to call the prettiest one whose number I'd gotten at the hospital and set up a fuck session.
Suddenly, my smartphone rang.
[Little Sis]
"...? What's Little Sis calling for? ...Hmm, but seeing her name makes this unease spike all of a sudden. Should I even pick up?"
I deliberately let it ring once.
Then Little Sis called again.
"Ugh..."
Felt like I had to answer.
What if it was important? I picked up.
"Yeah, what's up?"
-"Oppa."-
"Yeah, it's me. What?"
-"Oppa, you didn't forget anything important today, did you?"-
"Today? Hmm..."
-"Not coming? To the hospital?"-
Ah. Fuck.
I remembered!
What I'd forgotten and felt uneasy about...
Wasn't fucking the girls from the hospital.
It was visiting my little sister...!!
And just like that, it was already Saturday weekend...
-"Not coming to the hospital? Oppa, are you a total fucking idiot? You don't remember saying you'd come see me today? For real?"-
"Ah...! Right...!"
-"Holy shit. 'Ah...! Right...!' my ass. ...Hey! Don't even bother coming. I'll just call Mom and my sisters crying and tell them everything. That you find me annoying. And that you forgot about coming today. See how Big Sis beats the shit out of you. You're fucking dead, asshole."-
"Hey, hey, wait. I'm heading out right now. Hey, I'm really sorry. Forgive me just this once. Huh? Hey, Big Sis is cheating. Hey. I'll be there super quick. Okay?"
Fuck. I forgot.
Her saying she'd cry to Mom and my sisters turned my head white as a ghost.
She was already sniffling, prepping her signature waterworks sniper rifle to headshot my brain.
I bolted out, grabbing whatever she wanted... like ice cream.
Stuff she wasn't supposed to eat, but she'd secretly order from me.
Then if caught, she'd pin it all on me.
Anyway, I bought everything Little Sis wanted, hopped in a taxi, and raced to the hospital.
"Huff, huff... Little Sis. I'm here. Got your gifts."
My boosted physical specs meant I'd never panted like this before...
Currently at Tower trial survivor level 10, plus stats and skills at level 12. Basically level 22, right?
A physique close to superhuman, able to dodge bullets if I saw the gun.
Haa..., even so, arriving this winded meant I'd hauled ass.
"...Wh-who are you? ...D-did you get the wrong person?"
I called out to my little sister and handed her the gifts, but she went wide-eyed, wary, asking who I was.
This bitch. A little late 'cause I forgot, and she's straight-up ignoring me?
Little Sis was half-reclining on the hospital bed, acting shocked like she'd never seen me.
Anyway, seeing Little Sis after so long, she was transcendentally beautiful.
Was this even human?
Like the goddess of beauty had sculpted her with loving care—a world-class, super SSS-grade frail beauty beyond national treasures.
No, maybe the goddess herself.
'She's gotten even prettier since last time...?'
If Hye-jeong was a 400, this little sister in front of me was a 10,000.
All the women in our family were like this, so no wonder I didn't do stupid shit back in the day?
Sounds like an excuse, but I wasn't always an incest freak.
Guys who swear incest is impossible? Probably don't have family as stunningly hot as ours.
I wouldn't fuck a gorilla either if you brought one.
'Like the saying—if you can't buy something with money, maybe you just don't have enough—guys who say incest is impossible should suspect their sisters aren't hot enough to tempt them. If your sister wasn't an ugly orc but your perfect idol type spreading her legs and begging to fuck, would you still say no 'cause she's family?'
'What if your dream girl celebrity turned out to be your blood sister, stepping out of the shower flashing tits and pink nips, shaking her ass, parting her thighs teasingly, showing pussy, begging for sex—still not hard? If she sneaks into your room at night alone, pleading for it—still no?'
'Does your boner wilt the second she's revealed as your sister swapped at birth in a hospital mix-up? Then get rock hard again when it's a misunderstanding? Wilt if it's true? That's not lust anymore—it's societal bullshit unrelated to desire.'
'Some say no lust grows from living together since kids. Fine, if you've seen everything growing up, parents mingle, sharing home, bed, food, play—like childhood friends. That's mental incest, so pure love there means no real lust, impossible.'
'But blood siblings raised apart? Lust sparks, so fucking's fine? Cousins too, raised apart? Hot cousins turn you on naturally? Same for young pretty aunts, nieces, nephews. What if a hot mom raised apart from childhood?'
I shook my head, clearing the random thoughts.
And just looked at my little sister before me.
Not dried-out gray hair, but glossy white locks on a beauty.
Her incurable illness changed her hair color for some unknown reason.
But I didn't mind. It made her seem even more untouchable, divine.
Slender frame, delicate face, underdeveloped body—showing her frailty, but that's charm too.
Pink lips, perky nose. Pretty eyes, clear pupils. Blank canvas skin, pale complexion like white jade.
All of it, the epitome of a frail beauty ripped from manga.
To draw one, skip everything else—model after my little sister.
Even nailing 1/10th of her beauty? That work gets "frail beauty goddess" praise.
I bit my tongue lightly, clenched my fists to snap out of it—lest I gape slack-jawed speechless.
How much shit would she give me, mesmerized by her looks?
She already had stacks of ammo; no more teasing fuel needed.
I shoved aside her otherworldly allure threatening drool and spoke.
"Ahem. Hey. I forgot a bit and brought tribute overload—if you're like this, it's no good. You haven't called Mom or Big Sis yet, right?"
"...No way, real Oppa? Voice sounded a bit higher on the phone. For real? Wait, seriously? I thought some hot stranger showed up—what the...? My own brother? ......?? ...Ah, Oppa, you survived the Tower trials??? Whoa, insane... Wait. You dumbass! Why didn't you say that sooner? You fucking moron. Family group chat on standby while you boil ramen, idiot??!"
"Hey, you tiny brat, your mouth with Oppa..."
I'd never won a verbal spat with Little Sis in my life.
Least since she graduated baby talk—always got verbally wrecked.
I knew arguing with her was pure folly.
Best tactic: don't engage.
Little Sis gaped in shock, snapping pics and vids to share in the family chat.
I hurriedly stopped her.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I'll tell them myself. Keep it our secret for now."
"Our secret...?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm..., okay..., sure. Our secret... Hehe. Another secret just for Oppa and me? Heehee."
She blushed, smiling—maybe 'cause it was ages since we met, but she seemed extra seductive, alluring today. My imagination?
'Looking close, subtle makeup... And faint perfume scent. ...No one's visiting but me today, right?'