We Can't Do This! Oppa... Oppa!!
"Haa..."
I sat alone at the dining table. The once-warm food had gone cold. My thoughts kept circling back to the fight with my little sister.
"...Is jerking off really a crime? Ha, fuck..."
Still, it felt unfair. I couldn't figure out what I'd done that was so wrong to deserve that kind of attitude from her.
"...Don't tell me she figured it out..."
But if she really had, she wouldn't have let it slide. From the way she was acting, she looked completely wasted—like she didn't even remember last night.
"Ugh... I don't know."
On top of everything, I got an unwelcome email. The tone made me feel like some kind of criminal, which pissed me off even more. The real reason it bothered me was because the source of the problem actually was criminal...
It was a photo I'd secretly taken. The girlfriend excuse I'd blurted out was bullshit—the real subject was my little sister. Obviously, I couldn't admit that. So I'd just gone with the most harmless lie I could think of.
"This fucking sucks... I should've just asked her to draw something generic."
It all started with that illustration. I should've found our usual compromise, but because the model was my little sister, I'd gotten picky about the details and now everything was fucked.
"Huu..."
Anyway, the fact that I'd jerked off to my little sister's photo left me with a massive guilty conscience—at least, that's how it felt to me. And judging by how annoyed she'd been acting, it was already too late to pretend everything was normal.
"...Should I just get on my knees and beg? Did I really mess up that badly?"
A short moment of deliberation followed. Of course, my answer was already decided.
"If you think about it, the real problem is that she didn't knock. Why am I the only one getting shit for it? This is so unfair."
Anger kept bubbling up. No matter how hard I tried to find fault in my own actions, it was barely a speck, so the conclusion was obvious: my little sister was just being difficult.
"...What are you mumbling about?"
"A-Ahh!! Y-You scared me!"
I nearly jumped out of my skin. My little sister was suddenly wandering around the kitchen—I had no idea when she'd come out.
"And what exactly is so unfair?"
"...N-No?"
"You were talking to yourself loud as hell. Were you hoping I'd hear everything?"
"I-I said it wasn't like that...?"
It was that damn habit of muttering to myself.
"Stop hiding in your room and go outside for once. That's why you keep talking to yourself like a weirdo."
"...What's it to you?"
My little sister crossed her arms, her expression indifferent. No—there was even a hint of disgust in the way she looked at me.
"Whatever. Hey... I want to ask you something."
"...What."
"That... novel you said you write. What's the title?"
"Ah..."
Here it comes. My little sister was starting to take an interest in my novel. There was no way I could say the title out loud—486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister—even if my mouth was torn apart.
"I-It’s not that famous. You probably wouldn’t know it even if I told you."
"Who asked if it was famous? Just tell me the title."
"Ah, haha... Forget it. I'm not telling you anyway."
Besides, the main heroine—the little sister—was basically a carbon copy of Park Eun-yeong. Actually, "carbon copy" didn't even cover it. From the name down to the smallest details, it was basically plagiarism.
"Seriously... acting all high and mighty."
It was my first novel. Instead of creating original characters, I'd just copied real people. And of all people, it had to be my little sister.
"W-Why are you suddenly curious about that...?"
"I'm not curious. You said you make a living off it, so I just wanted to know what kind of stuff you write."
"It's just... kind of embarrassing, haha..."
"...What's there to be embarrassed about? Still, it's pretty impressive that you're writing at all."
My little sister walked over and poked my shoulder a couple of times.
"What... are you writing something dirty? Is it porn?"
"Uh, well... the rating's pretty high."
The atmosphere had softened a little. If it were just regular erotic fiction, I might've been able to admit it. But standing in front of my little sister and mentioning 486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister—a story where she was the model—was something I didn't have the courage to do.
"Heh... Why would you be embarrassed about erotic stuff with us? We're not kids anymore."
That was exactly the problem. Because it was us, it was even more of a problem.
"Come on~ You're really not gonna tell me?"
My little sister gave me a rare bright smile, the corners of her mouth lifting. It made my blood run cold, but she didn't notice and kept laughing while patting my shoulder.
"I've read erotic stuff before too. There's a lot of interesting ones these days, you know?"
"...R-Really? Ha, haha... I see..."
"So what's the title? Give me a hint at least."
"Ah, forget it. Wouldn't you be embarrassed if someone read your diary?"
"D-D-Diary...?"
My little sister's pupils trembled violently. Sensing something was off, I quickly added,
"I-I mean... not that I write it like a diary, just that it's that embarrassing."
"Ah, yeah... I guess it would be."
Her expression returned to normal. She patted my back a few times and joked,
"Anyway! If you're okay with it, you can tell me later. I thought you were just a shut-in bum, but at least you're making money, huh?"
My little sister went back to her seat and sat down, picking up her spoon.
"...Hey, that's all cold now."
"Ah, it's fine. It's still good even when it's cold."
"......"
I felt a bit uneasy. Her sudden change in attitude, plus the fact that she was eating the cold food again...
"...If you're gonna eat it, at least heat it up."
Just watching her eat made me uncomfortable. So I snatched the fried rice she was eating and dumped it into the frying pan.
"Ah, it's really fine though."
"If you want to eat the sweet and sour pork too, throw it in the air fryer or microwave."
"Ah, okay."
Our slightly delayed lunch continued once more.
*
Click— The door shut. I locked it and immediately dove onto the bed.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Aaaaaah!!"
I buried my face in the pillow and screamed. It felt like worms were crawling all over my body.
"Uwaaaah...!!"
Just being in the same space as Oppa made my skin crawl and itch. It was so unbearable that I started scratching myself furiously.
"C-Crazy bastard... What a fucking psycho..."
He kept dodging my questions. If he'd just told me everything honestly, I could've understood with my generous heart. But Oppa was only focused on hiding things. It really felt like he had something to hide.
"...Y-You can write that stuff... No, I said I understand, didn't I...? It's all fiction anyway... And it's just a story, so why are you hiding it from me...?"
486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister. If he'd written something like that as a hobby, that would've been even more of a problem. But Oppa's erotic novel clearly wasn't just a hobby—it was a legitimate economic activity that generated income.
"Haaa... Oppa wasn't this uptight before..."
Even I had drawn high-rated illustrations before. So I thought I could respect Oppa's creative work too. ......Of course, my feelings were still a little complicated.
At this point, even the things Oppa had said about diaries started sounding strangely meaningful. Just what did he see me as? How did he look at me? What was he thinking...?
"Uuuuugh!!"
It felt like some kind of line had been crossed. If I'd never known, I could've lived without knowing. This must be why people say ignorance is bliss.
"......Don't tell me... he actually likes me...?"
I found myself caught up in ridiculous thoughts. But... if that wasn't the case, then how else could you explain him jerking off to that? So it was hard to dismiss my thoughts as mere delusion. Even if I gave him the benefit of the doubt, my head was too messed up to shake off the fantasy.
"Ah, fuck... I don't know, I don't know..."
If Oppa had opened up, I would've considered revealing my own identity too. But at this point, every possible outcome was terrifying. So the best I could do was keep my mouth shut. Just pretend I didn't know and keep living like before.
"Haa... I'm so tired..."
Maybe because I'd used my brain too much, the fatigue was overwhelming. I couldn't fight my heavy eyelids any longer.
. . .
"Hnn..."
"You're awake?"
The clear voice ringing in my ears snapped me awake. It was an all-too-familiar voice, sticky and disgusting enough to make my skin crawl.
"A-Ah... U-Uh..."
My body, still half-asleep, wouldn't move. I babbled nonsense while trying to force my stiff limbs to work.
"Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
A sweet voice whispered in my ear. I felt the hairs on my entire body stand on end.
Squelch- Squelch- Squelch-
"A-Ah... Yeah...?"
My body, lying on its side, rocked back and forth. A sticky sound filled the room.
"Ugh... What are you doing clenching your pussy like that? I'm gonna cum already."
"...P-Pussy...?"
A vulgar word I'd never heard before echoed in my ears. My mind felt frozen—nothing came to me. All I could feel was a rough hand grabbing and kneading my chest.
"What the hell are you eating to make your nipples this big, huh?"
"A-Aah..."
My mind was still hazy. A tingling sensation ran through my lower stomach. Oppa's voice kept tickling my ear.
"S-Stop... We can't do this! Oppa... Oppa!!"
I'd tried to act like nothing was wrong. I'd sworn to live as if nothing had happened, but...
"H-Hah! Hn!"
The bed creaked and screamed. Something started stirring inside my stomach.
Length: 18cm Circumference: 14cm
A disturbingly vivid memory—and that thing, exactly that length and girth—thrust into me from below.
"U-Uuuh! Hn!!"
It burned like fire down there. I couldn't move, like I was skewered on a stick.
"Aaaaaah!!"
My mind felt like it was flying away. My heart was about to burst. No—maybe it already had. I gasped sharply and lost consciousness right there.
"Hah!!"
My eyes flew open at the sensation of plummeting off a cliff. My whole body was drenched in sweat, sticky and gross.
"A-Aah..."
But it wasn't just sweat that was sticky. My panties were soaked, like I'd wet myself...
"C-Crazy... A-Ah, ah, ah, fuck... Aaaaaah!!!!"
I couldn't believe I'd had that kind of dream. I was lost in thought, wondering if I was just sexually frustrated, when—
Rattle rattle—
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Bang! Bang!
Oppa was trying to force the door open.
"What the hell happened?! Huh?"
"...I-I'm fine!!!"
I grabbed the blanket I'd kicked away and yanked it up to my neck.