Level 5 - My Head's Spinning (12)
"Hyemi, get up. I'm off today, but you've got to head to work."
"Nngh... Sis?"
My head was spinning and my vision blurry, probably because I'd just woken up. Only after my mind started clearing did I remember it was a weekday. Right... time to go to work...
"What time is it?"
"Seven. Plenty of time!"
"Sorry, Sis is off today, but you woke up early because of me?"
"I'm doing it because I want to, so don't worry about it. I hate seeing my little sister head out without a proper meal or outfit."
"...Thanks."
Every warm word from my angelic sister wrapped around me like a soft blanket. She's the most precious treasure in my world, the one I love most. If not for her, I would've given up on life long ago.
"Ugh...!"
"What's wrong!?"
"Sorry, just some memories piling up."
My memories from my past life were recovering naturally. They weren't substantial enough to erode my current self yet, but if they were regrets I'd even hate now, they'd trigger a headache. Is this the memory of reporting FFF-Class Feminist Hunter?
So that's how it was.
Maybe me ending up in this world, and my beloved sister becoming the target of that damn protagonist, is punishment for what my past self did. The memory hit sharp: joining the report terror because the illustrations were lewd, especially one that looked too young, and the content was too misogynistic.
Instead of reporting it, why not read the damn thing properly, you idiot bitch.
"Come on out. Let's eat."
"Okay..."
When I stepped into the living room, the food she'd just prepared still radiated warmth. Watching the steam rise from the seaweed soup made my heart feel cozy.
"Sis?"
"Yeah?"
Before sitting, I saw her starting to undress, and a flicker of unease hit me. Suddenly taking off her clothes...? Wait, why did that feel weird? When eating delicious, warm food, it's polite to do it naked to feel the warmth more intensely, right?
"Ah, no. Must've been my mistake."
"Hyeun..."
She shivered slightly, maybe from the chill after stripping. I hurriedly followed suit, stripping and sitting down.
"Oh, this seaweed soup is delicious."
"Thanks for saying so."
The breakfast Sis made was incredible. Lately, she'd been busy too, so we often settled for quick meals, but homemade food from her was perfect for my taste. Probably because she always cooked with me in mind.
"Thanks for the meal."
"Yeah, gonna wash up, right? Want Sis to do it for you? It's been a while."
"Huh? C'mon, I'm not a kid anymore..."
"Still. Sometimes I just wanna."
"...Then maybe just for today, I'll act spoiled?"
Back when past-life memories tormented me, Sis always bathed me. I was so obsessed with erasing them—strengthening contracts, making new ones—that I neglected basics like washing. She forced me to clean up and eat, keeping me alive. She saved me then, so now it's my turn to save her.
"No weirdos bothering you lately? Especially that suspicious manager, Park Eunhyuk."
"The rape thing I mentioned before? Told you, nothing like that. He's a good manager who does his job."
"Good, then."
Was I overthinking? His looks alone could attract clingy team members, so it made sense.
"Washing your hair like this reminds me of a few years ago."
"Sorry about back then."
"It's what big sisters do for their little ones."
"But..."
Back then, I envied and resented her, snapping in casual speech without even calling her Sis. Yet she showered me with love anyway. How is that just "normal"?
She's such a naive pushover, that's why I worry...
"Hng!? Sis, wait! Don't touch the horns!"
"Oh, sorry."
What was that just now? The instant her finger brushed my horn, it felt like my brain was being scrambled—not the horn, but intense pleasure that nearly made me black out. Scary how good it felt.
"But I can't avoid them completely while shampooing your hair."
"...Be as careful as you can."
"Got it."
Sis started with the hair farthest from my horns, slow and gentle. The sweet shampoo scent tickled my nose, and her huge breasts pressing against my back gave a strange sensation. So defenseless...
"Hng♡ W-wait, don't touch the horn♡ Ahh♡!?"
But rinsing the end meant she had to touch it a lot. A weird ecstasy slammed into my brain, overwhelming my body like freefall on a ride.
"I-I'm cumming♡"
Saying "I'm going" at climax is common sense, so I timed it right. Unexpected orgasm left my back aching, legs trembling. Weird—climaxing out of nowhere only happens with a lover nearby, right? Do I like Sis romantically?
"Haa... Hyemi, you okay?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Ah, you even peed refreshingly. Gotta wash the body now anyway, so no biggie."
"S-sorry, Sis. Cumming while you wash me..."
"It's fine. Horns are just sensitive, huh?"
Is that it? But touching them myself feels normal. I tried—nothing but ordinary texture. Am I really harboring romantic feelings for Sis?
"Ahem. Now, show me your anal."
"Ah, okay."
Adult women must enema properly before going out. Awakeners don't produce waste or have substitutes, but otherwise, cleaning out dirty residues is common sense.
Sis filled a large enema syringe and carefully inserted it into my anal. The odd sensation of water flowing in reverse started.
"Perfect temperature."
"Pretty good, right?"
Not hot, not cold—just comfortably right. As expected from my amazing Sis; even a simple shower is masterful.
"That's enough. Hold a bit, then release in the toilet."
"I know."
I'm not some clueless idiot. Sure, early adulthood she helped a lot, but lately I've done it myself, so I know the drill.
"All clean now. Let's dry off."
"Phew... No residue?"
"Nope, you're healthy."
Why does she keep pressing her breasts into my back? Now with soap too.
"Sis, seriously—no weird stuff from that guy, right?"
"Told you no. Ah, just soaping your back while doing the front."
"...Okay?"
Am I too sensitive? The unease makes me check trivial things.
"That tattoo's pretty."
"Huh? Oh, yeah?"
Uterus-shaped tats near the navel are trendy now. But when did I get this? Feels good hearing Sis say it's pretty, but nagging doubt...
"W-wait, when did I get this?"
"Last weekend, we went together. Don't remember?"
"...Weekend?"
What did I do? Memory fuzzy.
"All clean. My little sis is so pretty."
"You're the prettiest in the world, Sis."
"Our Hyemi would've cursed me out back then."
"Ancient history!"
Dragging up embarrassing pasts. Teasing back's hard—she's always been perfect, no ammo.
She's unfairly flawless.
"Want me to do your makeup?"
"...You're weird today. My birthday or something?"
"Nah. Wanna do it always, but too busy."
"Sis..."
Thinking of that protagonist abusing such a kind sister with "meat toilet" pisses me off. Can't comprehend. Sure, nasty hunters exist—target them, not my Sis!
Though people love that stuff.
High-cliff flower. Beautiful, kind, flawless. Dragging her down thrills them. That's why Sis is targeted.
"Face done. Hold on, waterproof lipstick for this side..."
"Anal too?"
"Hng♡ Of course."
I bent over, presenting my anal clearly. Might show to strangers if unlucky, so makeup's smart. Not mandatory, skip if lazy...
"Cold."
"Sorry, bear with it."
"Okay..."
"Pucker and wink the sphincter."
After coating evenly, makeup complete. Now, anal plug?
Forgetting the plug screams 'fuck my anal, anyone'—super slutty.
Disaster if forgotten. I tried inserting casually—no go.
"Dummy. Lube first."
"Oh, right. Out of it today..."
Non-lube-producing hunters need proper application. Basic, but slipped. No wonder.
"Ugh, still cold."
"Buy a lube warmer?"
"No need. But this lube's new?"
"Sis's fluids, collected. Gift for today."
"Why? Store-bought's fine."
"Can't go to work with you today. Hngh, this'll protect you like a charm."
"Sis..."
So romantic. If I were a guy, I'd confess. Wait, siscon issue first. Regret.
"Smells like Sis... floral, what flower?"
"Know chestnut blossoms?"
"...No."
Chestnuts smell like that? News to me.
"Okay, dressed."
I slipped on work panties, picked my favorite dress. Something forgotten? Nah.
Bra?
Fleeting thought felt off. Hunters skip bras unless combat gear—for quick changes.
Ah, no socks. That nagging...
"Have a good day, my beloved little sis."
"I'll be back."
Her seeing me off felt fresh, nice. Usual joint commutes were fun too. Now I get why she loves my send-offs.
"Phew, thinking no Sis inside makes me hate entering."
Temporary move here didn't help—unfamiliar. Plus, suspected protagonist Park Eunhyuk lives here. Annoying.
"Ah, Hyemi-ssi, hello."
"Why are you here? Thought you used upstairs."
"Hyeun-ssi asked. Covering manager duties today."
"...Sis did."
Can't argue if Sis asked. Managers essential for hunters. I glared briefly, then headed to clock in.
"Scan here to clock in."
"Got it."
Snapped irritably, positioned for red barcode light. About here? Lifting dress exposes work panties, scans code, logs attendance.
I slowly hiked up my dress.