You're Jerking Off to My Photos?!
My, my photos—you're jerking off to them, aren't you!!
"What the fuck... So you're telling me to pose for photos after all that bullshit yesterday?"
Sis's face was filled with disgust. Emotions like she'd seen something she shouldn't have were boiling inside her. One of her slightly spread legs lifted high, crossing over the opposite knee. She crossed her legs tightly, leaned back against the sofa, and folded her arms.
"What are you going to use it for? Sell my photos to make money or something?"
"...No, what kind of crazy bullshit is that...."
To be fair, that photo was going to be used as reference for a commercial cover, so in a way, saying I was going to sell it for money wasn't entirely wrong.
"Wow, you're slow to answer. Don't tell me... you've been selling my photos for money this whole time?"
"Haha... What are you even saying? That's ridiculous."
"You're the one who said something ridiculous first."
Sis uncrossed her legs. Then she crossed them the other way and took a deep breath.
"Huu... Hey, your phone."
"...What."
"Give me your phone."
"...What, why!"
"Don't have it? Then hurry up and bring it?"
"Ah, no... Why should I."
"You're acting so suspicious all of a sudden. If you don't give me your phone, I won't let this go. I'll definitely assume you took secret photos of me, so deal with it."
"Ha... What do you take me for...."
No. Over my dead body. Absolutely not. Of course I'd never taken secret photos of her. But the problem was that my phone was packed with high-level photos and illustrations. She might also discover information related to the novel I was serializing. No, she would discover it. It was guaranteed.
"Did you really take secret photos of me? You're not bringing it? Never mind. Let's go together. You might delete stuff while getting it."
Sis sprang up from her seat. As she strode toward my room, I panicked and blocked her path.
"Ha, hey... It's really not what you think."
"No, I know that? That's why I'm asking to see your phone."
"...Huu, I have my privacy too, you know. Would you be okay if I looked through your phone whenever I wanted? You wouldn't like it either."
"I would, though?"
Sis tilted her head. Then she rummaged through the bag she'd tossed aside earlier, pulled out her phone, and handed it to me.
"Here, look as much as you want."
"Hey, hey... That's not what I mean right now, huu..."
"Who doesn't know that? But I have to see it. What the hell are you planning to use my photos for?"
"Goddammit... It's not like that. No, it's really not...."
My head was pounding. I had no idea how simply asking to take one photo had escalated to this.
"...Oppa, you're acting really weird right now. You know that?"
I knew. I knew it all too well. That's why I felt like I was losing my mind.
"Ha, huu... So, um, my phone has... haaa... a ton of porn and some dirty pictures too...."
"So?"
"Hahaha... But how am I supposed to show you that."
"It's fine. Are we strangers? I've even seen you jerking off before."
"......When."
"What do you mean, when? Just walking by your room, it reeks of that night-flower smell. And maybe empty the trash can once in a while."
"......That's bullshit, fuck."
"Wow. So this is what they mean by the farter getting angry?"
Struck right where it hurt, a curse slipped out before I could stop it. And as I stood there cringing on the defensive, it happened.
"Hey, I just got the chills... It's not that, right?"
"......What now."
One misunderstanding leads to another. With her arms still crossed, Sis started rubbing her forearms.
"You, fuck... What exactly are you trying to do with my photos."
"...Huh?"
"No, I mean, think about it! You said your phone is full of that stuff... So that means you're jerking off to my, my photos!!"
"......"
It was so ridiculous. So ridiculous that I was at a loss for words.
"See! You're so shocked you can't even say anything!!"
It was such nonsense. It was so fucked up that my throat closed up.
"...S-say something!! A-are you really doing that with my photos?!"
She stared at me like I was an insect. And before I knew it, she'd put some distance between us.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Sis suddenly screamed. She spun around and bolted for her room. Soon after, a loud bang echoed through the house, followed by the click of the lock.
"......Fuck, this is unbelievable."
My mouth was completely dry. All the strength seemed to have left my body. I slumped down onto the sofa.
"No, what kind of fucked-up nonsense is this really...."
The words that had been stuck finally burst out.
"Making such a big deal over asking to take one photo."
I planned to say something when Sis came back out. This wasn't even a defense. It was so absurd and unfair that I decided to just come clean—that it was for reference on a pose for the illustrations in my erotic novel.
But the door that had slammed shut didn't open again. It stayed that way even when the chicken arrived. No response when I called. I'd lost my appetite as well, so the chicken just sat there getting cold in the kitchen.
I tried to write but couldn't get into it. I was that irritated and wronged.
In the end, I posted a notice for an early hiatus first. Since it was the weekend tomorrow anyway, I thought I'd talk with Sis again then.
I woke up earlier than usual. No, my hands and feet were trembling with indignation, so I couldn't sleep deeply.
But I wasn't the only one. The door to Sis's room, which had been locked, was now open. And Sis, who should have been there, was gone.
*
This was unlike her. When I asked to take some photos, she had brushed me off, but then suddenly she wanted to take pictures of me. And not just any pictures... she tried to get me to pose in some cat posture. Then when I half-jokingly asked to see her phone, she made that sudden confession and couldn't even look me in the eye.
It felt like I'd been hit by lightning. A current ran through my entire body. The thoughts racing through my head started to organize themselves. Then they clicked together into a complete picture.
Oppa secretly photographs me to jerk off.
But he's not satisfied with just that and now he's trying to get the photos directly.
"Haa...."
I left the house like I was running away. There were so many things I had to do, but I couldn't focus on any of them.
Buzz— buzz— buzz— My phone had been ringing nonstop since morning. And most... no, all the calls were from Oppa.
I was too flustered right now. I didn't have the courage to talk to him, let alone face him.
I needed time to sort things out. I needed the courage to face Oppa.
But not right now. Because at this moment, I had zero confidence in looking at Oppa's face.
So I worked to forget about it. Frantically drawing, erasing what I didn't like, drawing again, erasing again, over and over.
"Haa...."
Too many distracting thoughts were keeping me from drawing what I wanted. Still, the pounding in my chest had calmed down a lot.
"...Maybe I should just sleep here."
It's not that I'm scared of Oppa or hate him. It's just that the truth is so shocking that I don't know how to process it, so I just needed some time.
"There's no blanket, though...."
But there was a blanket, so I figured I could cover myself with that and try to get some sleep.
"...Wait, but... I don't have to do this."
That thought suddenly hit me. Why should I be the one avoiding him? I hadn't done anything wrong. If anyone should be avoiding, it was Oppa who should be avoiding me.
"Ha... This is ridiculous."
All the worrying I'd done all day felt pointless.
......And since he's a guy, I guess it makes sense. A wave of understanding washed over me.
I picked up the phone that had finally gone quiet after ringing all day. Seeing the countless missed calls, I let out a small chuckle.
Beep— beep—
"Hey!"
After two rings, Oppa shouted from the other end.
"Ah, that's too loud."
"...Where are you."
"I went to work."
"It's Saturday, you know?"
"I told you I was busy lately."
"Haa... Never mind. Just come home quickly. What time do you think it is."
"8?"
"Fuck... That's not what I'm asking."
"Perverted bastard, where do you get off yelling like that."
"W-what? Pervert?"
"Yeah. A fucking pervert who jerks off to his sister's pictures."
"I told you it's not!"
"There it is again. The farter getting angry. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Order some chicken. We didn't get to eat it yesterday."
I ended the call. It started vibrating again, but I ignored it and gathered my things.
"Whew, that feels refreshing."
It felt like the lump in my chest had completely vanished.
"I should have just said it earlier."
My steps, which had felt heavy, became light. It must have really been lighter because I arrived home faster than usual.
Beep— beep— beep— beep—
I unlocked the door and stepped inside confidently.
"Hey!!"
Oppa, who had been waiting, shouted at the top of his lungs again as if he'd swallowed a train horn.
"Ah, you're going to make me go deaf."
"...Do you have ears to lose?"
"Move aside. I'm showering first."
I tossed my bag onto the sofa. I was about to head straight into the bathroom but stopped. Normally I would have showered immediately. Normally I would have come out in just a robe.
I began debating whether I should grab a change of underwear and clothes.
"Hey, talk to me before you shower."
"...About what."
"Not 'about what.' I feel like I'm going to lose my mind from how unfair this all is, okay?"
"No, what's so unfair? Are you embarrassed about jerking off? It's normal for guys. Jerking off to your sister might be a bit unusual, though."
"Haa... It's not that."
I was trying my best to act like I didn't care, but Oppa kept talking to me.
"Then what is it? What are you going to use my photos for?"
A man should know when to admit things. Even though I was trying to be the bigger person and let it go, it seemed like Oppa was determined to make some excuse.
"...I actually write novels."
"Novels?"
"Yeah. That's how I've been making a living."
"...Oh, is that so?"
I was a little surprised. But, so what?
"Good for you. Nice. Can I shower now?"
"No, hey, wait."
Oppa grabbed my wrist. He gripped it so hard it hurt.
"Ow... Ah, what now!"
"...Your photos. So, I... huu... was going to use them as reference for the cover. For making the cover illustration, that's all it was...."
"......The cover?"
Oppa held out his phone to me. Inside was an illustration that looked somehow familiar.