Happy Birthday, Little Brother
The evening air felt thick with the scent of cheap delivery food and artificial sweetness. I sat at the dinner table, watching as the sad little birthday party for Kang Suho finally began.
In the center of the table sat a modest birthday cake, surrounded by all of Suho’s favorite instant-delivery junk. The only guests were three: Suho himself, Jeong Sua, and me. This had been Suho’s request—to eat dinner together, just the three of us.
Sua had come because, despite everything, she still considered him an old childhood friend. As for me… well, I was family. It would’ve been weird not to invite the guy who lived in the same house. And so our pathetic little birthday party with exactly three participants kicked off.
But don’t get the wrong idea. This pathetic bastard is actually pretty popular with the first-year girls. When he came home earlier, his bag had been bulging with presents. And judging by the wrapping, most of them were clearly from girls.
‘Well, he is the protagonist. Gotta admit, his face is handsome.’
Still, I wasn’t jealous. I’d received plenty of gifts myself—ones loaded with far more ulterior motives. If anything, it was satisfying to comfort Sua, who looked visibly depressed every time she glanced at the pile of presents Suho had received.
— Are you jealous?
— Ah, I’m sorry, Oppa. I really don’t have any lingering feelings for Suho anymore.
— It’s okay. I understand. You don’t have to hide it.
— …Thank you.
Since Sua had only recently started dating me after falling for me, and she’d harbored a long one-sided crush on Suho, I knew those feelings wouldn’t disappear overnight. My gentle, understanding act had probably raised her affection toward me even more.
Anyway, whatever feelings she once had for Suho were just a thing of the past. This was only the beginning. With time, she would come to like me more and more—far more than someone like him.
“Whoa, this is the game I’ve been wanting?! Thank you so much, Sua!”
Suho beamed like an idiot, completely unaware that Sua and I were dating, happily clutching the game she’d given him. I honestly wondered if this guy was really the same age as me—a twenty-year-old adult.
The rectangular dinner table had Suho sitting at the shortest end. I sat right beside him, and Sua sat directly next to me. Her best friend—her childhood crush—was sitting at the farthest spot from her, and yet she chose to sit beside me instead. Didn’t that seem strange to anyone? Why didn’t he notice?
‘As expected of the protagonist. He really is completely oblivious.’ I could only sigh.
‘Well, it works in my favor.’
Suddenly, a fun idea popped into my head.
“Hic…!”
“Hm? Sua, what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing… Wow, this pizza is really good. Thanks for the meal, Suho.”
Sua shot me a sharp glare. No wonder—she must have felt my hand sliding under the table and brushing against her thigh.
She had shown up at our house wearing a white blouse and a short tennis skirt. The moment I saw her, the first thought that crossed my mind was how badly I wanted to touch her. I was dying to flip that skirt up and bury myself inside her pussy. A girl coming to a guy’s house dressed like that was basically begging to be fucked, wasn’t it?
“Oppa, what are you doing?”
She whispered so quietly that only I could hear it while Suho was distracted, stuffing his face.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
“Excuse me?”
“You really thought I could hold back if you showed up dressed that prettily?”
“T-that has nothing to do with me… That’s your problem, Oppa…”
Despite her words, her cheeks were flushed bright red and she kept rubbing her thighs together. It looked like my honest compliment had pleased her quite a bit. How adorable—she really couldn’t keep her composure whenever I praised her even a little.
“Is that a new outfit? I’ve never seen it before.”
The moment I noticed, a bright smile bloomed across her face.
“I bought it today with a friend.”
“Today? Why didn’t you go shopping with me instead of a friend?”
“Well… actually… I wanted to surprise you, Oppa…”
“Really?”
“…Yes…”
In other words, she had bought and worn that outfit for me—not for Suho. For me alone. Was this really the same girl who had shown up to our first date wearing those unsexy overalls? It seemed she was finally starting to understand her role as my girlfriend.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Can I touch your thigh again?”
“Ugh, seriously… I said no… Suho is right here. Really… why are you so perverted…”
Was there any man alive who could resist after hearing that she bought and wore pretty clothes just for him? Especially when she was wearing a tennis skirt so short that even a light breeze would reveal everything underneath. If Suho weren’t here, I might have creampied Sua’s pussy right on this table and knocked her up on the spot.
I struggled to calm my throbbing cock, which kept trying to make its presence known, and spoke to her again.
“Next time, show me clothes like this first before you wear them.”
“This is the first time I’m showing it to you, isn’t it?”
“To. Me. Only.”
I glanced sideways at Suho. Her firsts belonged to me alone. I had to be the only one who got to enjoy them. Sua noticed my cute little burst of jealousy and let out a small giggle.
“Answer me.”
“I understand… From now on, I’ll only show you first when we’re alone together, Oppa.”
“Good girl.”
“You’re so jealous and childish, honestly.”
Even though she grumbled, her tone was clearly happy. She loved giving honest answers like this but still tried to act coy. Whatever. I slid my hand back under the table.
I tugged lightly at the hem of her skirt and rubbed my fingers against her skin. It seemed she was willing to allow this much—Sua looked a little distracted by my touch, but she didn’t stop me.
‘I really want to flip that skirt all the way up.’
There was always something I wanted to do whenever I saw a girl in a skirt. You know what I mean—lifting a long skirt all the way over her head, covering her face completely, then tying it there. I wanted to trap her upper body inside the skirt like a trash bag, exposing her panties, watching her panic, then grab her ass and fuck her senseless.
Unfortunately, this skirt was too short for that kind of play. In this case, simply having her hold the hem herself and lift it to show me her panties would be more than enough. It was the most basic scenario, but sometimes the basics were the hottest.
“Oppa, aren’t you being a little too obsessed with touching my skirt?”
“You won’t let me touch your legs… so I’m just touching your clothes out of frustration.”
My slightly sulky tone made her face melt into that adorable, gooey expression. She surrendered completely.
“From here… up to my knees… just that much, okay…?”
“I can touch that much?”
“Just… don’t touch too roughly…”
“Thank you.”
I smiled at the embarrassed girl and gently stroked her thighs, staying strictly within the boundaries she had set. I didn’t pinch or grope—I simply caressed her soft skin with care. In response, Sua slowly placed her own hand on my thigh and began stroking me the same way.
It wasn’t the sticky, vulgar skinship I truly craved, but just the fact that we were secretly touching each other under the table while Suho sat right there was already getting me excited. And I wasn’t the only one.
Sua kept sneaking glances at Suho, her cheeks burning red, and I heard her murmur softly.
“Mmm… I feel like I’m developing a weird habit…”
I continued gently caressing her thighs, hoping that “weird habit” would develop as quickly as possible. When I added the massage technique I’d learned from watching videos on her inner thighs, her body began to squirm.
‘There hasn’t been a single woman who didn’t enjoy this massage.’
I planned to keep training her. Someday I would move from her thighs to massaging her pussy. Someday I would make her so addicted to my fingers that she’d use them as hand warmers on cold winter days. With that thought in mind, I pressed firmly against her most sensitive spot within the allowed range and massaged her inner thighs with long, pulling strokes, as if trying to gather all her flesh toward that one point.
“Hngh… mmh…”
She began to whimper, caught between ticklishness and pleasure. I studied her expression carefully. I could see her fingers tightening around her fork. Her eyes had gone hazy and unfocused, and her mouth was slightly open. Every time I pushed the flesh of her inner thighs inward with the massage, her whole body would tremble adorably.
Chomp. Chomp. Meanwhile, Suho kept devouring his food, completely unaware that the girl he had a crush on was being molested by my hands right beside him.
When her body trembled again, I leaned close to her ear and blew gently on it.
“Haaang!”
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. She quickly covered her mouth, but Suho had already heard it. He looked at her with a startled expression. I pretended to be surprised too and quickly pulled my hand away from her thigh.
“Sua? What’s wrong all of a sudden? Are you feeling sick? Your face is red and you’re sweating…”
“S-Suho… um…”
Sua’s ears were bright red as she struggled to answer. She shot me a quick glare, frowning, before turning back to Suho with an awkward smile.
“I-I think I’m coming down with something… I’ll just go wash my face real quick…!”
She made up a lame excuse and practically ran to the bathroom. As she left, she made sure to shoot me another angry look from an angle Suho couldn’t see.
I was ready to catch her if she stumbled from how turned on she was, but thankfully she wasn’t that far gone. She managed to walk to the bathroom on her own.
“Hyung. Sua seems really unwell…”
This guy was definitely an idiot. That moan earlier—anyone with half a brain could tell it wasn’t a sound of pain. It had been a sweet, uncontrollable cry of pleasure. Yet here he was, genuinely believing she was sick and worrying about her with all his heart.
“Yeah, I’ll go check on her and see how she’s doing.”
“If that’s the case, maybe I should—”
As I stood up, Suho rose as well. It seemed he still saw me as a romantic rival competing for Sua’s affection.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him kindly.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already been rejected by that kid. I don’t have any feelings for Jeong Sua anymore.”
“R-really?”
“Of course. After getting dumped, why would I keep chasing after her? Besides, I’ve found another girl I like.”
Well, more accurately, ‘in addition to’ Sua. Her name is Cha Yeri—the student council president you’ll meet later. You’ll probably end up liking her too, but by then, she’ll already belong to me.
“For real?”
“Even if we liked the same girl, I’m still your older brother. We’re family. So just this once, trust me and let me go, little brother.”
“…Okay. I’ll trust you, Hyung.”
“Thanks for believing me. And that kid doesn’t completely hate you, so don’t give up.”
“Thank you for comforting me, Hyung.”
Thank you? The longer you refuse to give up, the more thrilling the play will be. I should be the one thanking you. Later, I’ll send you a sex video with just our faces covered. You can jerk off to the sight of a familiar-looking woman moaning and panting.