The Girlfriend Lie
I was the type who slept whenever I got sleepy. So even while writing, if drowsiness hit, I'd just take a quick nap. Since I often ended up falling asleep when the sun was high in the sky, I never got deep rest and woke up easily. Today was no different—I'd drifted off a little past nine in the morning. Then, sometime after lunch, my eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Ughhh…"
My body was heavy with fatigue. Still, I forced my eyes open and tried to pull myself together.
"Ah… maybe just a little longer…"
The same dilemma I faced every day. And every day, I dragged myself out of bed and over to the desk anyway.
"Ughhh…"
There was still some leftover iced americano from last night. It was enough to rinse the stale taste out of my mouth, so I gulped down the now-cold coffee.
"Haaah…"
Out of habit, I sat down in the chair. As my mind cleared, the events from this morning came rushing back.
"Shit… Park Eun-yeong is still home."
I tapped the mouse. The monitor came out of sleep mode, revealing the screen still filled with the explicit lines I'd typed all night.
"…That was way too close."
I hurriedly started cleaning up and shut the computer down completely. I decided to just rest this morning. I was always extra careful in situations like this, but today I needed to be even more cautious.
"…Whatever. Jerking off isn't a crime. Has she never done it? Haah…"
Honestly, it was embarrassing. The fact that I'd gotten off to my little sister's photo kept gnawing at my conscience—especially since she didn't know. But what was done was done. There was no taking it back. So I decided to act like nothing had happened.
She probably wouldn't bring it up first anyway. No point stirring up trouble.
So I acted normal. When my sister was home, I did exactly what I always did after waking up.
Her reply came quickly. I answered just as casually.
Park Eun-yeong especially loved sweet-and-sour pork. Whenever we ordered Chinese, we got the large portion separate two out of three times.
Considering what had happened this morning, this was a perfectly normal conversation. After placing the order like I'd told her, I flopped back onto the bed.
"……"
The Chinese place said it'd arrive in twenty minutes. I lay there blankly staring at the ceiling.
"Hmm…"
Normally I'd have jerked off as a morning routine, but after what happened earlier, I felt strangely self-conscious. Still, the feeling didn't last long. Out of habit, my hand drifted downward.
"Gulp…"
I gave my already slightly swollen dick a squeeze over my underwear and picked up my phone.
*
Ding-dong— The doorbell rang. I stood in front of the mirror fixing my clothes.
"Haa…"
My face was flushed red, like I had a fever. It looked weird.
"Hey! Delivery's here! You coming out or what?"
It was Oppa’s voice. I roughly fixed my messy hair and stepped outside.
Creaaak— The living room air felt fresh. A cool breeze seemed to be blowing, and my overheated body cooled down a little.
"Grab the sweet-and-sour pork and sauce over there."
"…Ah, okay."
Oppa, arms full of bowls, headed to the kitchen first. I picked up the sweet-and-sour pork and sauce left by the door. They were warm, just like my body.
"I'll open it, so get the kimchi from the fridge."
"…Yeah."
Maybe I was reading too much into it.
"Khh… This is gonna be so good. Hey, hurry up."
But the scenes from the novel I'd read kept overlapping with me and Oppa.
"…You're gonna dip it in the sauce again, right?"
"Huh? Yeah. Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"
Oppa picked up a few pieces of sweet-and-sour pork and dunked them in the sauce. I was a dipper; he was a pourer. That was our dramatic compromise.
"You switching to pouring now too?"
"No, I mean, I do eat it poured sometimes… but I still prefer dipping."
"Knew it. And if you touch this, you're dead."
"Ha! I wouldn't eat it even if you gave it to me."
"Give me some of the jjambbong broth?"
"…No, I have my own broth."
I showed him the broth that came with the fried rice. Oppa shook his head.
"I keep telling you, that's the stuff they boil in bulk and leave in the rice cooker. This is the real deal."
"…They're basically the same."
We'd probably had this conversation dozens of times. But now it felt strangely new.
"…This is a double portion again, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It's only a thousand won more. Doesn't it feel like a waste otherwise?"
"…You can't even finish it."
"Save it. If there's leftovers, I'll eat them."
The same little everyday moments kept repeating. Until now, I hadn't thought much of it. I could've brushed it off as nothing. But now I knew—Oppa had put even these small daily routines into his novel exactly as they were.
"……Thanks for the meal."
That was why the sister in the novel resembled me in so many ways. From her name to her appearance, personality, and even the tiniest details. At first, it just felt gross. I mean, of course it didn't look good when your own brother used his little sister as the heroine in an incest erotic novel. Every time I saw descriptions of my underwear size or my body, my face felt like it would explode.
But the more I read those erotic scenes, the more unsettled I became. It was oddly fascinating that Oppa had noticed sides of me even I didn't know about. At the same time, it was only natural to feel disgusted and creeped out.
"…What now? Why are you staring at my face with that constipated look while we're eating…?"
"Shit… gross."
"You ever think about how I feel looking at your face?"
No matter what, I couldn't stop wondering why he wrote that kind of erotic novel.
"…Hey."
"Ah… what now? Huh? Is jerking off in my own room such a huge crime? You said you didn't know either. Haah… but seriously, your passive-aggressive bullshit is getting old."
"…When did I say anything about that? Why are you flipping out on your own?"
"You're obviously giving me shit for it. Let me breathe, okay? Just breathe."
I'd worked up the courage to speak, but the idiot suddenly started ranting at me. My chest felt cold, and I'd completely lost my appetite.
"Whatever. Just leave me alone."
I set my spoon down on the table with a clack. I pushed my chair back and stood up abruptly.
"Hey, eat more. You barely touched anything."
"…You eat it all yourself."
I got irritated for no reason. I regretted it immediately, but I was already turning my back and storming toward my room with angry steps.
"Haaah…"
I went into my room and locked the door. The room still felt hot and stuffy. I should've just gone to work… The only thing that ever cleared my head was working. I usually avoided working from home if I could, but leaving now would look suspicious too—like I was running away because of what happened this morning. I wanted to act like everything was normal.
"Hoo…"
I went to my desk and got ready to work. I stretched out of habit, then sat down. As usual, I checked my email and remembered I still hadn't replied to the one I'd received.
"Ha, fuck… How do I even say this?"
I opened the email with the secretly taken photos attached, asking me to use them as reference.
"……"
This wasn't something light, and it was clearly a crime. The fact that I'd been exposed to this kind of crime wasn't pleasant at all. The only small comfort was that the culprit was Oppa… and that he'd at least covered everything with mosaics.
"…The bastard who jerks off to his little sister's photos…"
After a moment of hesitation, I picked up my phone.
I'd beaten around the bush, but the point was that the source of the photos seemed suspicious. Sending this email wouldn't make Oppa confess he'd secretly photographed his sister, but I was still curious how he'd respond.
"Haa… The more I think about it, the crazier he is. How much of a pervert is he…?"
He made his little sister the model for his heroine. And that heroine was in an incest erotic novel. He described my exact appearance. Then he wrote about intense skinship, and even raping the heroine—me—until he got sick of it.
"Why the hell does he know how tight I am… And how would he know if my clit is sensitive or not…"
The email was full of unverified bullshit about which spots were weak and what kind of touches I'd like.
"And what's with the harem bullshit… Is he actually insane? Also, why is he writing about having sex with my friend?"
It had stopped at the part where he was trying to seduce my friend. Last time he'd asked who I was seeing and grilled me about it—I never thought he'd use that information here.
"Seriously… Should I just report him?"
While I was muttering to myself, a notification chimed—another email had arrived.
"G-girlfriend…!?"
Oppa was completely insane. After secretly photographing his little sister… now he was lying and saying it was his girlfriend.