My Sister is Amazing!
"...And that is how I ended up winning."
"Ohhh! My little brother~ You’re the best~ *hic*!"
A twist that no one could have imagined.
Even I couldn't process it; for a moment, the entire Colosseum was frozen solid like a block of ice.
However, as Master Baek Seungha, who had rushed over as if flying from the spectator stands, hoisted my arm high into the air, the outcome of this sparring match was finally made official.
"T-the winner! I-Lee Hyunwoo, the sidekick?!"
"Did I... really win...?"
"Haha, that's right! Well done, my disciple! You're the best!"
"Ah, yes... Master!"
It was unbelievable. But it was reality.
I had actually won.
I had defeated Jin Ahreum, the rookie who had represented South Korea right up until Shin Yura appeared.
Thanks to that, the fate of becoming Chairman Kim Mija's sidekick had flown out the window that very day.
And so, after returning to the orphanage following my victory in the bet, the place had already transformed into a den of absolute, chaotic celebration.
"It's a festival! Everyone, raise your glasses!"
"You bet! Even the Goddess will understand us just for today!"
"Of course! The Goddess is a woman too, so if she stops us from drinking on a day like this, she's just a devil!"
"Kwahaha! Today, I’m going to drink enough wine to punch a hole in my gut!!"
The orphanage-cum-cathedral, which usually reigned as a symbol of holiness.
The space that was once filled with prayer, silence, orderly meals, and quiet worship was now thoroughly wrapped in the scent of alcohol and the breath of madness.
People in nun habits were passing around poktanju (boilermakers).
People were popping wine corks with their teeth and toasting with their mouths.
In one corner, a "altar game" was taking place, with wine glasses placed atop an open Bible.
It was truly a night for the saints to shout for debauchery in the name of the Goddess.
"Kya~ Our Hyunwoo! Just the other day, you didn't even have a single hair on your balls!"
"For real! I was worried because you kept saying things like you wanted to be a hero, which sounded so unmanly... but to think you’d defeat Jin Ahreum...!"
"A dignified man... Ah, oh Goddess! You have bestowed your blessing upon our little lamb!"
The petite orphanage director, who didn't fit the vibe at all, was arm-in-arm with Master Baek Seungha, chugging ten glasses of poktanju and singing along, lulu-lala~.
In the midst of this, I kept my drinking to a minimum because I had a feeling that if I got drunk first, this party might head in a very strange direction.
By the time the inside of the cathedral was sticky with the smell of alcohol, only two people remained.
Hayeon-nuna. And me.
All the children had gone to their rooms and fallen fast asleep, and the living room was cooling down quietly, leaving behind only the thick heat of the finished party.
In that quiet space, I slowly, and completely, poured out everything that had happened today.
Then, Hayeon-nuna—who would usually shield me by saying, "It's dangerous for a boy to do that"—looked at me with a face flushed with intoxication, plopped her breasts right onto the table, gave me a thumbs-up, and said:
"Our Hyunwoo is truly cool... It's amazing enough that you reached E-rank, but to take down such a big shot already..."
"Haha... I just got lucky. I won because of my weapon."
I laughed awkwardly at Hayeon-nuna, who was teasing me by poking my cheek.
Honestly... she was right.
I can't honestly say I won this match purely on my own.
Ego said that because she always sleeps in bed with me, the power of our bond had grown stronger... and that was how I won.
Besides, earlier during the drinking party, she had whispered something that sounded like a real Demon King—that if I did "more intense things in bed," I could become even stronger.
That was why there was that incident where Master "popped" Ego with a wine glass and knocked her unconscious.
Anyway... this victory was definitely thanks to Ego as well.
So, to me, feeling a little dejected...
Squeeeeze.
"N-Nuna?!"
"I told you, no long faces in front of me~."
Usually, Hayeon-nuna would have just rolled her eyes and scrambled in a panic at my reaction.
But now, it was different.
She slowly pulled on one of my cheeks, and then, she tucked my head right between the breasts she had pushed forward.
The soft elasticity wrapped around my temples, and the warm body heat and sweet milky scent tickled the tip of my nose.
Every time I inhaled, it felt like I was drinking something.
I felt the blood rushing through my entire body and instinctively tried to pull away, but Hayeon-nuna instead hugged my head tightly with both arms.
Whether unconsciously or stumbling from the alcohol, she was smiling foolishly, hehe, as if she didn't even know what she was doing right now.
"Hehehe~ How is it? You feel better now, right~?"
"......Yes."
"Hehe... I’ve been massaging my chest every night before bed since I was in elementary school to try this. ...You didn't know, did you? Hyunwoo."
...No, actually, I did.
Every adult in the orphanage knew that Nuna touched her chest by herself every night.
Nuna's room had particularly poor soundproofing.
The "slurp-slurp" sounds and the "ha-ah♥" sounds that came out every dawn... they're classics now.
But if I said that... Nuna would die of embarrassment.
'Let's stay quiet.'
And so, I was struggling to calm down, enduring a sensation so erotic it was a miracle my male reason hadn't completely flown away.
At that moment.
"Hyunwoo... you're truly amazing. It’s like you’ve suddenly become a different person..."
"Hayeon-nuna?"
Hayeon-nuna, who had pulled me away, was... how should I put it?
At first, I thought it was just because of the alcohol.
She always got red cheeks whenever she drank.
But now, it felt a little different from just having flushed cheeks from intoxication.
It was like someone who was self-reproaching. With her head bowed low, her eyes clouded with a faint mist, and her lips pressed tightly together, she looked exactly like someone swallowing back tears.
Before I could even ask her about it after seeing that look, she quietly opened her mouth first.
"Hyunwoo, do you remember... the day we first met?"
"Of course. We were five, right? When you first came to our orphanage. You’ve been my first friend since that day."
That day's events.
How could I forget?
As a reincarnator, my consciousness had been clear since I was a newborn, and thanks to that, I was treated like a holy relic at the orphanage.
A special existence that shouldn't be touched. A protected object.
Even the girls my age harbored feelings close to awe when they saw me and kept their distance, and it wasn't until they were in middle school that they would wiggle their hips and approach me.
In front of me, one day, a girl entered the orphanage looking completely filthy.
Five-year-old Hayeon-nuna.
Now, she has a neat appearance and a mature atmosphere as a formal nun, but back then... she was like a dead person, no, she was a corpse itself.
A child who wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, and would aim metal chopsticks or origami scissors at her own throat whenever she had the chance.
She existed merely as a shell that breathed without words, without emotion.
The orphanage was, quite literally, a mess.
"Nuna was really something else in many ways back then... You didn't wash so you smelled, you didn't talk, and