I Became My Stepsister's Manager
I paused for a moment. Who could it be at this hour? Romi?
No, I don't hear her voice. If it were Romi, she'd usually announce herself. Plus, we just parted ways.
Then maybe So-na? I cautiously gripped the drone and approached the door. As I reached out to open it—
"Si-hyeok, are you there?"
It was my sister's voice. I swallowed dryly and nodded.
Alright. Maybe I can use that footage of her masturbating to lightly blackmail her? The time had finally come to put it to good use, doujinshi-style. With the evidence right there on the bed, it was a slam dunk.
I opened the door. There she was, my sister in her casual clothes, beaming at me.
"Oh, sis."
"There you are! When did you get back?"
"Just now. What's up?"
"Well... I have a favor to ask."
She smiled at me like spring sunshine, her gaze briefly flicking to the bed. I felt myself getting hard. To think she was aware of the traces she'd left behind in a moment like this.
She's such a slut. This gentle sister of mine... hngh.
I was inwardly marveling when she let out a deep sigh.
"Um, Si-hyeok... could you take a break from training for a while?"
"Huh? Why all of a sudden?"
"Our agency's manager's been super busy lately, so I've been going around alone."
"Ah, you want me to be your interim manager?"
Nice way of putting it—interim manager. In reality, it's errand boy and luggage carrier. Still, I wanted to try something like this. Experience is experience, after all. But so suddenly?
The timing's a bit suspicious.
Someone like So-na was treated like a super rookie at the agency. They should at least assign a temporary manager.
She shook her head, her expression complicated.
"There are some circumstances. Just for a little while, please."
"Sis, what's going on? Tell me if something's up."
"Sigh... well, the truth is, I've got a stalker lately."
"What?!"
Any thoughts of blackmailing her with the drone footage vanished in an instant. I just stared at her, stunned.
A stalker targeting my sister? But it made sense.
She's so beautiful, of course. And she does those cosplays that stir up guys' hearts. From the last event, she was Shiranuhi Mai. That was insane. Even I got hard just watching.
No wonder she'd attract a stalker. Looking closer now, her face was shadowed with worry.
"The manager the agency assigned has been too busy lately to stay by my side."
"Yeah."
"So for the past month, I've been handling everything alone, and weird stuff keeps happening."
"Like what?"
"First, bread I was eating in the waiting room or my clothes would disappear."
"What the—"
"And the straw on coffee I'd bought to drink... it had saliva on it."
My mind went blank for a second. That sick fuck.
She shook her head.
"Especially among the missing clothes, the ones I was about to wear... and my underwear vanished too."
"Even your underwear?!"
"Yeah. Modeling gigs sometimes require overnight stays in other cities, so I carry changes of outfits and undies. All gone."
My mind reeled. This was no joke.
Some psycho had her in his sights, and she was suffering for it. Talk about bad luck.
This is seriously dangerous.
I tilted my head, thinking.
There might be a way.
"What about the police?"
"No clear evidence, they said. Can't prove damages, just be careful."
"Seriously?"
"We checked nearby CCTVs just in case, but weirdly, they're always off or disconnected exactly when it happens. Sigh."
I was shocked. This screamed planned crime. How else could everything line up so perfectly?
In a situation like this, police and laws were useless.
Korean cops aren't much to hope for anyway. Even in Dongtan...
It's an era where cops are in it for the money. They run from criminals right in front of them, or the female officers are worthless. Victims just die in this chaotic mess.
Prevention beats cleanup every time, but this damn system never allows it.
This was the first time she'd come to me like this, asking for help. She always tried to show only her bright side.
Now I got it.
That's why she asked me. Basically, bodyguard duty.
I grasped the severity. I set the drone on the desk and patted her shoulder. I wanted to be her real support.
I gave her a warm look.
"Sis, I'll stick by your side."
"Really? For real?"
"Yeah, don't worry. Whoever this bastard is, once I catch him..."
"Thank you!"
Whoosh—she suddenly threw herself into my arms. I was startled.
Her ladylike fragrance wafted subtly. And her silver hair swayed softly.
And then...
A pair of soft mammaries pressing gently against my chest. Any seriousness I'd mustered flew out the window.
She burrowed deeper into my embrace. Her voice turned soft.
"What would I do without you, Si-hyeok? Thank you... sniff."
"N-no, it's nothing. But sis."
"Hm?"
She looked up at me innocently. My breath caught.
This stunning beauty with her killer visuals, gazing up at me from my arms with such a pure expression.
This is insane. Not a dream, right? No guy in the world could resist this.
My cock was already rock-hard. Even after yas this morning.
Now I noticed her nipples poking through her t-shirt. Subtly perked, it was striking.
Her body's unreal. The stalker's probably not just one or two—dozens maybe?
What to say? Like a succubus from a fantasy novel. Mature and seductive.
Truly impressive.
"Sis, um..."
"You're so reliable, Si-hyeok. Hehe."
Her mere presence was pure temptation.
I barely managed to ask, trying to shift the mood.
"Oh, right. Sis, I've never done anything like this before."
"Just follow me around. That's plenty!"
"Really?"
"Yeah. During shoots, watch my stuff or rest in the waiting room."
"Simpler than I thought."
I was surprised. That all?
She smiled gently, like a mature sister teasing the boy next door. She stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Is it, though?"
"Huh?"
"You'll see once you try. How boring and exhausting it is."
"Ha, haha. I'm confident. For real!"
"Anyway, we've got a schedule today, so I'll call you when it's time to go."
"Got it. I'll get ready."
She left. At least she seemed relieved—her steps were light.
How much had she endured alone? I couldn't even imagine.
That stalker fucker.
Alone in my room now, I exhaled and shook my head.
Anyway, things were set.
Damn. Different opener from Romi—nice. This is it.
And she'd basically thrown herself at me first. Lucky me.
Handle this right, and I'd score big points.
Now, how to make the most of it. That was key.
First, support her perfectly as her manager. Make it easy on her, scout for the stalker.
I rubbed my chin and nodded. Plan was clear.
But one question nagged.
I hummed, tilting my head.
Who the hell is the stalker? If it's this calculated, probably someone close.
Over a month straight, and still not caught? Unreal.
I wanted to nab him early, but doubtful.
Anyway, time to prep.
I headed to the bathroom, showered clean, changed clothes.
Down in the kitchen, Stepmom had the table set long ago. The delicious aroma hit me.
"Son, you're here? Sit down quick."
She greeted me with a radiant smile. I replied cheerfully.
"Yes, Mom. Good morning."
"Hehe, good morning!"
She beamed back. Seeing that lovely face always warmed my heart.
I took my seat. Soon, So-na and Romi came down.
"Alright, let's eat!"
At Stepmom's call, we dug in. Luxurious side dishes as always, like opening a Korean banquet.
The twenty banchan filled the table, shining like stars in the night sky.
She's a cooking goddess. If I were her, I'd do a cooking YouTube.
Everyone does YouTube these days, sure. But she has the looks.
And the food's amazing. One good video could blow up.
Am I overthinking it?
So-na spoke up mid-bite.
"Oh, right, Mom."
"Hm?"
"Starting today, Si-hyeok's my temporary manager. Hehe."
"Oh, really?"
I gave an awkward smile. Romi narrowed her eyes, glaring.
Why so scary?
Soon, I felt her foot jabbing my thigh under the table. I shrugged.
"So-na said she was struggling, so I figured I'd help. Haha."
That should suffice. But Romi wasn't satisfied—her glare sharpened to killing intent.
Chill with the murder vibes, please.
Stepmom smiled warmly.
"Oh, I see. Good boy. You're getting along with everyone better now. Mom's happy!"
"Haha, no big deal. I'm part of the family too. Felt like I'd been neglectful."
"Hehe, my son's the best!"
She laughed happily. So-na grinned brightly, stroking my head.
This unexpected skinship felt strangely natural. Thrilling, even.
"Take good care of me, Si-hyeok? Hehe."
"Yeah, I'll do my best."
Now, let's eat. But then—
"Hng, sis... aren't you using the loser too much?"
"Hm? It's just circumstances. He agreed, so what's the issue?"
"Still, this ain't right. He's never done it before."
"Si-hyeok can handle it. He's a grown-up, right?"
I glanced between So-na and Romi. For some reason, the two were locked in an invisible staring contest.
"It's kinda funny, though. Since when were you so interested?"
"Not about interest. Seems like you're the one who's interested, Romi?"
"What? No way! Why would I care about that lame loser! Hmph."
Sparks were flying. Intense.
Just eat already.
We finished the meal, comfy yet awkward.
After brushing, I returned to my room and hopped online via phone.
Searched how to deal with stalkers.
Hm, no clue. But if I have proof of stalking, beating him down should be self-defense.
Claims to be a rule-of-law state, but the constitution's trust level is near zero.
In the end, you have to protect yourself.
Vigilante culture might suit Korea more than America or Europe.
Sigh.
One thing to do above all.
Protect sis no matter what!
Since I'd conquer her anyway, I wanted to do it coolly.
She'd initiated skinship so far, but I'd make my move too.
That's how we get close, right?
And touching those big, soft tits? Thighs, pussy... hngh.
Hard to imagine. I chuckled unwittingly.
Knock knock. So-na entered as I finished prepping.
I greeted her.
"Ready?"
"Yeah—?!"
I'd answered casually, but froze at her outfit. Aghast.