Wretched Little Sister, Honor Thy Brother
Ah, such a delightful morning—how long has it been since I woke up feeling this good?
Was it because I got the
text from the band club yesterday? Or maybe because I gave those punk kids who were cursing me to fail a solid smackdown?
What a refreshingly crisp morning.
Warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, dazzling my eyes. The breeze rustled gently, birds chirped away, tree branches swayed, and outside... thump thump thump...
Uh...?
Thump thump thump?
BAM—!
"Oppa!"
Oh no... On this sacred weekend, for kin of the same blood to barge into my room like this. My fresh mood just plummeted.
I hurled the pillow I was hugging right at her.
"Get lost, little sis. Your big bro here is about to meditate and absorb the world's energy."
"Come on, don't be like that. Just this once, please!"
Ignoring my warning, my little sister came charging in with a thud thud thud and dove straight onto the bed.
With the big data stacked in my head, if she landed on me, it'd be at least suffocation, worst case death.
I smoothly rolled aside, and her gorilla head slammed right into the middle of the wall with a crack.
"Ugh, seriously!"
Baek Ha Yeon.
Baek Haon's younger sister by a year.
One of the biggest shocks when I first possessed this body.
As I said before, anything not in the original story throws me off.
I had no idea Baek Haon—who I thought was an only child—had such a pretty little sister!
Having no siblings in my past life, it felt a bit awkward... and a bit intriguing.
But... that hope shattered completely after just a week of possession.
"Ugh, come on! It's your one and only little sister's request—why won't you help?!"
"Ha Yeon, what crime has your big bro committed against you to deserve this?"
"You're not listening!"
Hmm, yeah yeah.
Up until middle school, this Baek Ha Yeon was cut from the same cloth as Baek Haon. No way the sister of a schoolyard thug goes the model student route. So, I thoroughly reformed her gorilla ass.
Couldn't exactly beat her into shape like a delinquent... so I set conditions and gave her what she wanted in exchange...
"I'll get top 10 in the whole school on midterms, so help me just this once!"
And that's how she turned into this.
"Heh heh, Miss Ha Yeon? You think I'm doing this just to benefit myself? It was for your future, and now you're turning it into a transaction?"
"No... my friends don't believe me. They don't believe my oppa is Baek Haon."
Ha Yeon puffed out her cheeks like she was wronged, throwing a tantrum.
How irritating.
Everything this gorilla does—her fake cuteness, her pretend shyness, even her whining—makes me want to smash her legs to bits.
Is this... the sibling passive skill?
"Aaaah! I won't leave this room until you listen!"
Ha Yeon declared war by sprawling out starfish-style on the floor.
"What is it? If it's something stupid, you're dead."
This is the real problem. She's too nice—way too nice.
At my words, her eyes sparkled as she shoved her phone in my face.
"It's this trending TikTok challenge. Do it with me just once. Seriously, if you do, I'll introduce you to my friends! You don't have a girlfriend, right?"
"Heh heh, it's not that I don't have one—it's that I haven't made one."
"Anyway! This pretty little sis will hook up the single loser."
Ten years...
Where do you think Baek Haon's genes came from?
His parents, obviously.
So my little sister? Probably on my level... or higher.
Maybe that's why my standards are getting pickier—seeing this gorilla every day.
Of course, objectively she's pretty, but through your big bro's sky-high gaze, it's a face I want to dunk in the toilet right now!
"Huh? You'll do it, right? It's easy, and the deal's not bad."
What Ha Yeon showed me was a TikTok challenge—a short one, about a minute long.
I'd seen plenty in my past life when I craved dopamine without using my brain, so I knew the gist.
But...
"This shows our faces."
If this video spreads far and wide...
"Whoa, Haon’s becoming a TikTok star now?"
"Lmao, this is hilarious. Play this as the deceased's highlight at Baek Haon's funeral."
"He finally crossed that river... mm-hmm. We get it. We'll remember Haon as this cute, bubbly, aegyo-filled guy!"
Fuck, no way!
If those bastards catch it, it'll haunt me—not just for a month, but even when I'm old, sipping soju with pork belly.
I seriously grabbed her phone and tossed it; she caught it with insane reflexes.
Then...
"DO IIIIIT—!!"
She unleashed a gorilla-level shout that'd shred any normal person's eardrums. Maybe she's stronger in combat than me?
"No. Go away. Absolutely not."
"Big bro, my lord... I've never begged like this before."
Faced with total rejection, Ha Yeon switched concepts.
She knelt demurely...
Thud—
Her forehead hit the floor so hard it shook the ground.
"Hmmm~"
Well now, this one's serious?
"If you're worried about face exposure, we'll use filters in the video. In return...!"
"In return?"
"Just let me take a few pics for my story. They disappear after a day anyway, right?"
"Hoo, not bad for a gorilla brain."
Ha Yeon's body trembled faintly.
Couldn't see her face, but with her fists clenched like that...
Better drop the roleplay before I get smacked.
"Forget the yeobo stuff—big bro, gimme some pocket money."
"Pardon? But don't I get more allowance than you, my lady...?"
"Oh, that? Spent it all on snacks for lessons. Big bro's heading to the PC bang later... prices are up these days?"
"Ten... ten thousand won?"
"Aaaang~?"
"Thirty thousand..."
"What was thaaat~?"
"Fifty thousand! That's my limit!"
"Okay, deal."
I confirmed the transfer notification on my phone.
"Your perfect big bro will get ready, pretty little sis? Wait 30 minutes~"
I sent her out with the sweetest smile.
Trash oppa extorting his sister? Nah, you gotta squeeze every penny from her—that's the unbreakable rule of survival!
"If it bugs you, don't ask~"
I clicked the link she sent, mastered the simple dance in a minute, and changed into some stylish clothes.
How could helping my sister like this make me trash?! It's a win-win deal, and this compensation makes the risk worth it.
"The kids won't see it, right?"
Psh, no way~
"Gorilla~ let's film quick and wrap it up."
I hit the living room, danced our hearts out with Ha Yeon, and snapped selfies and pics as requested.
"Thanks, big bro!"
She was bouncing around like crazy, overjoyed.
When she tried to hug me in the heat of the moment, I yeeted her onto the sofa.
"Ugh, moderate that SNS crap. It'll rot your brain."
Still a kid, through and through.
She'll figure out later that chasing followers and attention is pointless and annoying.
Leaving Ha Yeon sprawled on the sofa, I headed out.
And I... had no clue what backlash was coming.
"You made it?"
Seohwan, already seated, tossed his headset aside and greeted me with a laid-back smile when I arrived.
Where the keyboard should be: Math Essentials. On the monitor: an online lecture.
"You crazy bastard—studying in a PC bang? My life's cursed."
"A true craftsman doesn't blame his tools... or the venue. Honestly, a PC bang's pretty decent."
Seohwan packed his notebook and textbook into his bag as he spoke.
"Monitor's huge, headset's top-notch, no interruptions. What's the issue?"
"The environment's the issue. Temptation central, and you're resisting... tch, forget it."
No point lecturing this guy. He proves it with results—no advice needed.
"Anyway, you lied to the kids about not gaming?"
Seohwan looked at me like it made no sense.
"Sigh, you're the only one I can vent to..."
I poured out my heartbreaking tale to Seohwan, on the verge of tears.
"See, in our game... big tier gaps mean we can't queue together, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Now, the problem: where do you think Kim Taeyang and Lee Wooju's tiers are?"
"Ah, that kinda issue..."
Seohwan nodded in understanding, letting out a short sigh.
"I got tired once after slipping up in class too."
"Right? It's not my fault?"
Honestly, gaming with friends? Fun, quickest way to bond.
But... if the skill gap's too wide, the high-tier guy becomes the low-tier's personal bus driver.
In other words...
A fun game turns into labor.
Is smurfing noobs fun? Maybe one or two games, but dozens... hundreds?
Pure hell.
You think you can even focus against elementary kids...?
"Whatever, let's just get three wins in a row today."
"Cool, gotta hit 1000+ points quick this season and manage grades."
"Hearing that from Lee Seohwan feels weird as hell."
"Shut up—what jungle you picking?"
"Depends on comp."
Long-overdue fun.
Since high school started, even this free time's been rationed tight.
Hitting a PC bang with just Seohwan—two months since last time?
Feels all fresh and green, like middle school days...
"Ah, fuck—jungle diff!"
"You dumbass, you dove and fed, why blame me?"
"No, I'd have killed if enemy jungler didn't show!"
"Pushing lane and teleporting's a win, but you overextend, die, and blame me? Eat the loss. No gank top."
"I'll shove too. GG."
Hmm, games are exciting before you play!
Deaths for Seohwan and me piled up slowly over time.
"Ugh, this sucks."
"Kinda our fault too, but bot's popping off hard, right?"
"0/7/0 is straight-up crossing the line."
Voices rising naturally, blood pressure too.
One wrong word, and it'd end ugly.
Tap tap—
"Fuckers, what school you from?"
Whoa!
Fate's prank?
While we slacked on turf control, our hood turned into this!
A gang of five or six pounding our chairs—heart-pounding excitement!
"Just go."
I tried to keep it civil and refocused on the game. No need to ruin a golden weekend.
Squeeze—
My words too hard? Don't speak Korean? They yanked our power cords anyway, the bastards. Shoulda explained in three languages like a gentleman?
Looked our age.
"Hey, nerds. How much you got?"
How don't they know me and Seohwan?
'Ah, if we get reported for leaving now, it's a month ban...'