[Chapter 5] Lee Yeon-ah - That bastard in the photo
[Chapter 5] Lee Yeon-ah - That bastard in the photo
Chapter 5
"I'm sorry! I'm sooo sorry!!!"
Without even knowing why, I dropped to my knees on the floor and bowed my head.
I didn't even know who I was begging to.
But apologies kept pouring out of my mouth.
Ppiyong-ppiyong—!
Chalkak!
Chalkak-chalkak-chalkak!
"......?"
When I cautiously raised my head, dozens of microphones and cameras were shoved right up to my nose.
"Lee Junshik-ssi!"
"Hiik!"
One reporter thrust a microphone at me with the momentum of someone about to shove it up my nostril.
"How could you do something like that to your little sister?!"
"Th-that's...... the situation is a bit complicated."
"Are you even human?!"
"No, I mean, what I'm trying to say is—"
Peok!
"Ow!"
A rock flying from somewhere hit me square in the forehead.
"You piece of trash!"
Peok!
"You pervert!"
Peoeok!
"W-wait! Put down the rocks and let's talk!"
"Die!"
"That's too violent, aaah!"
Peok-peok-peok-peok!
I didn't even get a chance to explain myself.
I covered my head and rolled around on the floor—degul-degul, degul-degul.
At that moment.
Ddang—!
"......Huh?"
I'd only blinked once, and the place around me had turned into a courtroom.
I was somehow already wearing a prisoner's uniform and standing at the defendant's stand.
The crowd that had been stoning me moments ago now filled the spectator seats, glaring at me with murderous eyes.
The judge unfolded the verdict document.
"Defendant Lee Junshik."
"Y-yes!"
"The defendant's crime is......"
The judge's gaze stopped in the middle of the document.
[ Crime: Using hypnosis to fuck his sister's mouth ]
"......"
"......"
The courtroom went dead silent.
The judge's face flushed bright red.
"Death sentence!!!"
Ddang—!
"What?!"
"Death sentence! Death sentence!"
Ddang! Ddang!
"No, Judge-nim! A death sentence right as the trial starts is a bit—"
"Death senteeeeeence!!!"
Ddang-ddang-ddang-ddang-ddang-ddang!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"Huff!"
My eyes snapped open.
"Huff...... huff......"
I gasped for air and stared at what was in front of me.
A familiar ceiling came into view.
"A dream......"
For a while, I just blinked blankly.
"It was a dream......?"
It was definitely a dream.
The rocks.
The courtroom.
The judge's insane hammering—all of it was a dream.
But what happened in the bathroom a few days ago wasn't.
The fingertips that had gripped Yeonah's head.
The sensation of pushing my dick into that mouth.
Even the moment I finally spilled into the back of her throat.
Even now, it was all too vivid.
"......Bathroom?"
No.
Was it a deserted island?
I'd been dragged from the bathroom to a deserted island, then brought back to the bathroom.
The more I thought about it, the more absurd it was.
And yet, the defiling of Yeonah's mouth was no dream.
"Ugh, I don't know. I don't know."
I scratched my head roughly with both hands.
Anyway, since that day, I'd been having nightmares like this.
In my dreams, people pointed fingers at me and called me trash.
Even after waking up, nothing changed.
The trial was over, but only the verdict remained in my head, endlessly beating me down.
"Haah......"
I got out of bed and walked toward the door of my room.
Dalkak.
I turned the doorknob as carefully as I possibly could.
I opened the door just enough for one finger to fit, and stuck my face through the gap first.
"......"
There was no one in the hallway.
I opened the door a little more and slipped out.
Salgeum.
Salgeum, salgeum.
Even though it was my own house, I headed to the living room, silencing my footsteps like a burglar.
"......Hah!"
Yeonah was sitting on the living room sofa.
The girl had claimed one side of the sofa and was watching N-flix.
Something was exploding noisily on the screen, but she didn't seem the least bit interested in the fact that I'd come out.
She looked exactly the same as always.
I should have been relieved that she seemed fine.
But seeing her face as if nothing had happened only made my insides churn even more.
Not that I had the nerve to apologize outright.
I took a deep breath.
Then, pretending nothing was wrong, I approached the sofa.
Seulgeum.
Seulgeum, seulgeum.
Watching Yeonah's reactions, I planted my butt right in the seat next to her.
Bbak—!
"Ugh!"
The moment I sat down, Yeonah's elbow jabbed precisely into my side.
"W-what! What the hell!"
"Get lost."
Yeonah said without even looking at me.
"Come on, I can sit on the sofa too!"
Bbak! Bbak!
"Ow! That hurts!"
"I said get lost."
"Fine, fine! I got it!"
Clutching my battered side, I moved my butt to the side.
"This ungrateful little—"
Only then did Yeonah raise one hand.
Her middle finger stood straight up.
Fuck you.
"There's plenty of room, so why do you crawl in next to me? Like a fucking dog."
"......"
I pouted my lips and sat down at a spot a little further away.
I kept my eyes fixed on the screen.
But all my attention was focused on Yeonah.
The cursing.
The elbow.
The middle finger.
None of it was any different from usual.
Without realizing it, a shallow sense of relief rose from one corner of my chest.
Just then.
"......Huh?"
Translucent red text floated up above Yeonah's head.
[ Target: Lee Yeonah ]
[ Quest in Progress ]
[ Corruption Stage: Stage 1 ]
"......Corruption?"
I rubbed both eyes hard.
Beok-beok.
I opened my eyes again.
The red text was still floating above Yeonah's head.
The relief that had been rising just moments ago sank straight down.
"It's not like my eyes have gone weird, right......?"
"What are you talking about, you fucking idiot."
Yeonah turned her head back to the screen.
"Oh, right."
"What?"
"Mom went out to meet her friends."
"......Is that so?"
I looked around the living room.
Come to think of it, the house was unusually quiet.
Realizing that I was alone with Yeonah, the memories from a few days ago surged back up to my throat.
Hot sand.
Yeonah's lips.
And the damp sensation that had clung to my dick until the very end.
My heart dropped—cheolleong.
I forced the corners of my mouth up, pretending to be casual.
"Want me to order some food, then?"
"......"
"I'll pay."
Only then did Yeonah take her eyes off the screen.
The girl who had been looking at me like a bug until just now looked me straight in the eye for the first time.
"Sure. Thanks."
"Huh?"
Yeonah was already picking up her phone.
"I'll order."
"Wait. We should decide on the menu together first—"
"Mala tang."
"Mala tang's fine, but don't put in too many toppings. Keep it reasonable—"
"Yeah, whatever, I don't care."
Her fingers moved across the delivery app screen with terrifying speed.
"Hey."
"You said you'd pay."
"Even so, you should look at the price before you add things!"
"Thanks for the meal."
"Lee Yeonah!"
The girl didn't even pretend to hear me.
I hadn't been confident enough to properly say I was sorry, so I'd been trying to at least buy her a meal.
But it seemed guilt needed a budget too.
A while later.
Hurureuk—!
"......"
Hurureuk, hururureuk!
From across the kitchen table, I watched Yeonah eating mala tang.
No—not eating. Wolfing it down.
In front of her sat a mala tang bowl as big as a washbasin.
Meat, glass noodles, sausages, dongfen noodles, mushrooms.
On top of that, even toppings I couldn't identify formed a mountain above the broth.
"Hey."
Hurureuk!
"Lee Yeonah."
"......"
"Is this how much two people are supposed to eat?"
Instead of an answer, her chopsticks went back into the bowl.
With trembling hands, I held up the payment history.
"Sixty thousand won."
"......"
"Sixty thousand won, for two people eating."
Hurureuk.
"Sixty thousand won!!!"
Yeonah scooped up a huge pile of meat and glass noodles with her chopsticks and shoved them into her mouth.
"Just how many toppings did you dump in?!"
Ddak.
The girl even popped open a can of cola and brought it to her mouth.
Kkulkeok, kkulkeok.
"Kheuu......"
"Hey! Listen when someone's talking to you!"
"Quiet. I'm eating."
"You're eating with MY money!"
"I'll eat well."
"You're already wolfing it down!!!"
Yeonah calmly kept working her chopsticks.
I glared at the girl for a long while, then finally sank my body into the backrest.
"Haah......"
Fine.
The money was a problem for later.
Sure, sixty thousand won had torn my chest open, but there was something else I needed to check first.
I lowered my voice.
"Hey, but."
"......"
"You're really fine, right?"
Her chopsticks paused for a moment.
Yeonah scanned my face with eyes that seemed to ask, 'Why is this fucking idiot acting like this again?'
"What do you mean, fine?"
"No, just...... if you're sick or something."
"......"
"Or if you feel weird, something like that."
The girl's eyes narrowed.
Unable to bear that gaze, I turned my head away first.
"Just asking."
Yeonah didn't reply.
She only moved her chopsticks back toward the bowl.
Hurureuk.
It was just like always.
Her way of talking.
Her temper.
Her attitude of not treating me like a person.
Whether she truly didn't remember what happened that day.
Whether she remembered and was pretending nothing was wrong.
I couldn't tell.
If she'd just curse me out and get it over with, I'd be less anxious, but that composure of hers was what squeezed my insides.
"Ugh. Forget it."
I looked up at the ceiling, then lowered my gaze back to Yeonah.
The girl was deftly twirling slippery glass noodles between her chopsticks.
Fingers that controlled their strength to grab meat and noodles all at once.
Over that hand movement, another scene overlapped.
The hot sand of the deserted island.
When she first gripped my dick, she had definitely hesitated.
But before long, she put strength into her fingers and moved them up and down the way I wanted.
A hand movement that had become familiar far too quickly.
Kkulkeok.
I swallowed dryly without realizing it.
'What if it really wasn't her first time?'
The only basis I had was that single memory.
Maybe it was just how I'd felt in my excitement that day.
But once suspicion lodged in my head, it wouldn't easily shake loose.
"Hey, Lee Yeonah."
"......?"
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat for no reason.
"Do you, by any chance...... have a boyfriend?"
"Whaaat?"
Yeonah glared at me as if she'd throw her chopsticks at any moment.
"Why the hell are you asking that?"
"No reason, just curious."
"Why would you be curious?"
"Can't an oppa ask?!"
"Get lost."
"......"
"Even if I do, I'm not telling you."
Without realizing it, I let out the breath that had been building in my chest.
"What. So you don't have one, then?"
"......"
The corners of Yeonah's mouth curled up strangely.
The girl picked up the phone she'd set down on the table.
She flipped through the screen a few times, then suddenly shoved it in front of my face.
"......Huh?"
A single photo was on the screen.
Yeonah was standing side by side with a man I'd never seen before.
Their faces pressed close together, both flashing peace signs at the camera.
That was all.
From the photo alone, I couldn't tell who that man was or what kind of relationship he had with Yeonah.
And yet—deolkeok—my stomach sank.
"Ah!"
The corners of Yeonah's mouth curled up even higher.
"Shit!"
The girl's shoulders bobbed.
"Fuck!"
"Hrk......"
"Damn!"
"Kek."
"Bastard!"
"Kideuk."
"Idiot!!!"
Yeonah finally couldn't hold it in and doubled over the table, giggling—kideuk-kideuk.
"What's so funny!"
"Oh, right."
Ignoring my protest, the girl grabbed her phone.
"I have plans, so I need to head out."
"What?"
Yeonah got up from her seat and pointed at the leftover mala tang bowl.
"You clean this up."
"What?! Hey, you're the one who wolfed down most of it!"
There was no answer.
Yeonah left the kitchen and went into the bathroom.
"Lee Yeonah!"
Kkwang!
The bathroom door closed.
"......"
I was left alone at the kitchen table.
The leftover sixty-thousand-won mala tang.
Trash piled up like a mountain.
And the single photo Yeonah had shown me moments ago.
A man I'd never seen before.
That bastard standing cheek to cheek with Yeonah, flashing a peace sign.
I don't know exactly what kind of relationship the two of them have.
From just one photo, I couldn't know anything.
And yet.
Kkuuk.
Without realizing it, strength went into my fist.
"That fucking bitch......"
The scene from the deserted island a few days ago came back vividly.
Yeonah kneeling in front of me.
Her head gripped between my two hands.
The face looking up at me with wet, glistening eyes while my dick was in her mouth.
The hot, narrow inside of her mouth.
The throat that squeezed around my glans.
The choked breaths that burst out every time I thrust my hips in.
Over that memory, the face of the man in the photo overlapped.
"......"
That man stood in my place.
What was thrust between Yeonah's lips wasn't my dick, either.
The dick of a man I'd never seen before was spreading her mouth open.
That man gripping Yeonah's head.
Thrusting his hips the way I had.
The image of him using her mouth and throat however he pleased clung to my mind.
"Heh."
A hollow laugh slipped out.
I'd only looked at a single photo.
There was no evidence anywhere that such a thing had happened.
But the delusion was far faster and more vivid than reality.
'No, would he have stopped at just oral?'
The man who pulled his dick out of Yeonah's mouth laid her down.
Between her spread legs.
Even what had been covering the inside of that vanished on its own in my head.
'He'd have put it in her pussy too, right?'
The image of another man's dick spreading open Yeonah's pussy entrance and pushing inside came to mind.
A thick mass of flesh pressing inward.
With every move of that man's hips, Yeonah's body shook beneath him.
The place I had never once possessed.
The imagining of a bastard whose face I didn't even know claiming it first, churning through it, leaving his marks.
Udeuk.
The knuckles of my clenched fist went white.
My nails dug into my palm.
"Bitch......"
My throat went completely dry.
"Fucking bitch......"
Something hot and pitch-black seethed deep in my chest.
Whether Yeonah met anyone.
Whether she took pictures with anyone.
Whatever she did with that man.
Normally, it would be none of my business.
I was her biological older brother.
I had no right to stop her from meeting someone.
No right to insist that other men shouldn't touch that body.
And yet, I hated it.
I hated it so fucking much.
Another man's dick going into Yeonah's mouth.
Being pushed into her pussy.
I'd only merely imagined it, and yet my vision flared bright red.
'No.'
There was no reason.
No right, either.
Even knowing that perfectly well, the same words just kept repeating in my head.
No.
Not some other bastard.
Not Yeonah's mouth.
Not her pussy, either.
I couldn't give them to anyone.
The thought that I had to snatch Yeonah away from that man in the photo right now consumed my mind.
I couldn't understand why these emotions suddenly surged up.
Even by my own judgment, it was insane.
But once possessiveness started running wild, reason couldn't hold it down.
Just then.
Sswaaaaaa—.
"......!"
The sound of the shower came from the bathroom.
I snapped my head up.
My body moved before my thoughts did.
Hudadadak—!
The chair was shove aside roughly.
I kicked off the table, sprang up, and ran to the bathroom door.
"Huuk...... huuk......"
The firmly closed bathroom door.
Beyond it, water was pouring endlessly.
Sswaaaaa.
Ttiring—!
A familiar electronic tone rang through my head.
Translucent red text appeared before my eyes.
[ Quest 2 / 5 ]
[ Available ]
"......"
The corners of my mouth twitched on their own.
'Heuheuheuheuheu......'
Even clenching my teeth, laughter leaked out.
'Heuhahahahaha!!!'
I pressed both hands hard over my mouth.
"I'm not crazy."
Under my palms, the corners of my mouth kept twitching.
"I said I'm not."
Huuu—.
I let out a long, hot breath.
I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt.
Hulleong.
The t-shirt I yanked over my head and tossed fell to the floor.
I grabbed my waistband and pulled my pants down next.
Hulleong.
I kicked the pants off with my toes.
Finally, I hooked both hands on the waistband of my underwear.
"Huuu......"
Hulleodeong.
In an instant, I was completely naked, not a single thread on me.
