Chapter 240
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 240
Chapter Title: EP. 240: A Past She Herself Didn't Know
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"Follow me."
Sejeong trailed behind Shiranui Mai without even properly facing her, just shuffling along.
She had to be the one her little brother sent to pick her up. By now, no thoughts came to mind at all. Whatever he threw at her, she was past caring—just let it happen.
Still, this was supposed to be a meeting to make peace. What could possibly go wrong?
'Whoa...'
Arriving on the hotel's 39th floor, Sejeong's jaw dropped at the lavish scene before her. A suite? A penthouse? Whatever it was, she'd never set foot in a place like this, not even if she died and came back to life.
"Wait here for a bit."
"...Okay."
At Shiranui Mai's words, Sejeong sat quietly on a chair, waiting for Minguk.
At first, she sat rigid as a mannequin, not even turning her head. But as time passed—maybe courage crept in?—she started taking in the surroundings, the hotel's fancy furnishings.
'How much does something like this even cost?'
Just the marble table in front of her looked like it carried a terrifying price tag.
While furtively rolling her eyes and lost in various thoughts, she caught sight of Minguk emerging in a robe, towel-drying his hair. He'd clearly just showered.
'Guess he called me to the hotel room because of the shower.'
A sigh of relief escaped her first.
Then, at the oddly alluring sight of him, Sejeong swallowed hard and slowly parted her lips. Or tried to.
"Long time no see."
Minguk beat her to it with a greeting.
He'd planned to wait and see what the original owner of this body—the one who'd wronged him badly—would say first. But her frozen-stiff posture, like he might devour her alive, was just too amusing.
'Oops, was that the wrong thing to say?'
Truth be told, he did plan to devour her. Sister or not, she wasn't really his sister.
Someone who'd fuck her own brother at that age? He wasn't letting her off easy—and even if he did, he'd pin her down with his cock until she couldn't move, just like Shin Ji-min's tattooed friends.
Family meant they'd cross paths forever. Awkwardness between them? Minguk could do without it.
That's why, in his greeting just now, he'd almost tacked on "sis" but dropped it. She flat-out didn't feel like a sister. More like a woman he'd enjoy for the night.
"Y-Yeah."
Sejeong, oblivious to his thoughts, struggled to her feet from her seat, stammered for ages, then finally spoke. She squeezed her eyes shut and bowed nearly ninety degrees toward Minguk.
"That time... I was so wrong. No words from me will comfort you, but for Mom and Dad's sake, please forgive me. Actually, no—don't. Once the engagement party's over, I'll go back to living like I don't exist."
"You want forgiveness?"
Minguk jolted at Sejeong's sudden gangster-style bow, then grasped the situation and smirked.
He could read her terrified mind plain as day. As he slowly approached her, he spoke. Threaten her with this, and she'd strip easy.
"So you want me to forgive you, sis?"
"...Yeah. I'm truly sorry."
"You even know what you did to me?"
"......I must've been insane back then. I regret it from the bottom of my heart."
Feeling him draw closer, Sejeong squeezed her eyes tighter. Every hard edge in his voice made her heart lurch.
Tears threatened to spill. She hadn't expected some warm family reunion. But she sure as hell hadn't wanted this shitty vibe either.
A moment later, she heard him sit in a chair—right in front of her, from the sound of it. She couldn't bring herself to look. Then his voice came again.
"But you know... if apologies fixed everything in this world, what would we need laws for?"
Sejeong gulped, her throat bobbing.
A whimper slipped out on its own. Ah, her brother showed zero intention of forgiving her. He'd called her here just to drive that home, right? In the worst-case scenario, tears trickled free.
Her future was plain as day now.
A brother-rapist... Sure, it happened behind closed doors, but if it came out, she'd be finger-pointed by the world, socially crucified—no doubt about it.
No more beloved SNS. Forget meeting friends; she'd rot at home like a hermit. Hell, would those friends even see her as one anymore?
Her life was done. If she'd known, she'd have snagged a boyfriend and fucked like crazy...
Her chin was suddenly gripped.
"...?"
She felt someone seize her from behind. Overpowered by unresisting force, Sejeong dropped to her knees without thinking.
Startled, she whipped her head around. Shiranui Mai—the one who'd led her here—smiled as she applied pressure. Sejeong naturally knelt, hands forced behind her back and tightly bound with cord.
"G-Gonna hit me?"
The thought hit first.
But if a beating softened his heart even a little, it wouldn't be so bad. Wait—he was a hero, after all. It'd hurt like hell.
"Hit you? Me?"
Minguk sounded shocked at her words.
'Not that?'
Sejeong's head spun in confusion. Then why tie her up? Minguk rose slowly from his chair and approached.
"Why would I hit you, sis? You're the one who taught me something good."
"...?"
"Back then... you fucked me, right? So today..."
"Hic?"
A hiccup burst out as her nose burned like a nosebleed was coming. Minguk, robed, thrust his cock at her. The massive monster she'd only seen in photos.
"I'm gonna fuck you."
Fresh from the shower, it even smelled amazing.
"Why just stare? Han Sejeong? Suck it like old times."
"......"
"What'd you tell me back then? Something like, 'Practice sucking if you wanna land a good girl'?"
His belittling words made Sejeong's legs quake. This was a setup, no doubt.
If she jumped him, he'd use it as proof to bury her socially. No other explanation for her brother's behavior.
But the sight of his cock had her body reacting on instinct.
Not just tingling down below—her whole frame twitched. Might as well go out as a shameless slut since she was doomed anyway.
'Fuck, Han Sejeong... it was a good run.'
His thing had been prodding her cheek for a while. With any other guy, it'd already be in her mouth.
"Or should I pry your mouth open myself?"
In the end, feigning defeat to his "threat," Sejeong took her brother's cock in her mouth. More like a mock bite, really.
Any second now, a click from the GGW hero untying her after snapping a pic.
But unexpected words reached her ears.
"Suck it right, Han Sejeong. You weren't this half-assed before."
"...Hm?"
Sejeong looked up at Minguk. But only briefly—his huge hand seized her head and yanked hard.
"Uuuuph! Gulp! Eup! Glrk!"
The massive cock relentlessly speared her throat.
Tears streamed, ruining her makeup, but Minguk showed no mercy. Hands bound behind, she couldn't fight back.
She struggled to breathe around the deep invader. No room to ponder why this was happening.
"Kyahk! Heok! Hek! Hack!"
After an eternity of throating him, as it withdrew, she gulped precious air in ragged gasps.
Panting like her house pet Coco.
'Fuck...'
Still, tasting cock had her body primed. Panties soaked through, sticky mess.
"Wh-what?"
Suddenly her rear felt exposed.
Whirling in panic, Minguk had stripped off her skirt and stockings, lining up to plunge in. No pretense—this was real.
"M-Minguk! N-No!"
"No? Why? You did it to me."
"Th-that was... wait! If we do this...! I came here for real reconciliation!"
Sejeong babbled incoherently. Minguk just rubbed her slit with his tip.
Whatever she said, he'd called her to fuck. And her body betrayed her—parting easily at the slightest push.
"Hic?!"
As her word-vomit raged, Minguk slammed deep. Inexperienced, she was tight as hell.
"Ah, aaaa...!"
Buried to the hilt, he grabbed the binding cord and yanked. Her back arched naturally, clenching around him.
Then he pistoned wildly, pounding like mad. Cum once, talk later.
"Eeeek! Ek! Heuk! Uk!"
Long gone now, but ages ago, there was a term: "double death."
Heart attack mid-sex from sheer excitement. Sejeong wondered if that's how she'd go.
Thought it was a trap at first, but Minguk was genuinely fucking her. Over and over.
Started bound in the suite's living room, then table, sofa, bed. Sun had set hours ago; she'd lost count of his creampies.
And this wasn't a dream.
"Aaah! Ang! Aaaang!"
The woman's moans beside her proved it.
Shiranui Mai, was it? Sejeong was genuinely grateful. Thank god for the GGW raid's female hero.
Her sacrifice bought these brief rests.
'This is insane. How does a guy...'
She'd nearly learned firsthand what "sex death" meant. Nearly drowned in waves of pleasure.
Her mind reeled too.
Why had Minguk fucked her? She'd run away from home over it, cut family ties for years...
'No way?'
A story popped up: some guy got sex trauma, turned into a total player. Maybe Minguk? Else, why would bug-eyed bro fuck her?
"Higuk!"
Mid spiraling thoughts, climax cries erupted beside her.
Glancing over, Shiranui Mai's face slack, body convulsing. Then a slap on Sejeong's ass.
"A-again...?"
"Why? Back then, you kept going even when I said no."
"Th-that was... fine, got it."
Thighs quivering, Sejeong forced her legs wide, prepping for him. Fingers spreading her folds too.
"Hauuk!"
The deep, heavy thrust made her arms and legs clamp him tight. Years later, still huge and rock-hard.