Massage (2)

Raen had always been a bright kid. Even from childhood. She never knew how to stay quiet, always the first to strike up a conversation at home. I, on the other hand, wasn't much of a talker, so back then, it was always Raen chattering away while I gave half-hearted responses. Still, we never had a bad relationship. She followed me around devotedly, and I cherished her quite a bit. We'd come home from school together, munch on snacks while watching TV, and sometimes bicker over games. Our personalities meshed surprisingly well, so despite the age gap not being huge, we were close siblings.

We hardly ever called her "Yoo Raen" with the full name back then. It was just natural—Raen, or Raenie. And she'd call me oppa without a second thought, barging into my room, flopping onto my bed like it was the most normal thing. We loved each other that much.

...Fuck, of course, as family.

Things started drifting apart naturally when Raen hit middle school and I was in high school. Nothing dramatic triggered it. We just spent more time in our rooms, conversations dwindled, and we stopped hanging off each other like before. But it didn't last long. Raen was too lively for that. One day she'd burst through my door, yapping about school; another, she'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sprawl on my bed fiddling with her phone for no reason. She'd bulldoze the distance right back.

So I figured we'd settle back into our old rhythm, more or less.

...Up until then.

That's around when our parents passed. A freak accident. They got swept into a dungeon out of nowhere. Neither was a hunter—just ordinary folks, so you'd think dungeons were the last thing on their radar. But accidents always blindside you.

And then there was one more bombshell: I wasn't their biological son. More precisely, they'd adopted me. I barely remember what I felt hearing it first. My head went blank, or maybe it just didn't feel real.

After that, though, Raen tried clinging even harder to the old ways. Barging into my room like before, chatting me up, plopping down beside me. Acting like nothing had changed. But it wasn't quite the same. Something subtle, off somewhere. A sense of distance. Knowing we weren't blood-related.

Once I knew that, even as I played along casually, it nagged at the back of my mind. So in the end, we seemed close like old times... but never fully got back there.

...At least, that's how I felt.

Two days ago. That first quest I'd ever gotten. It was way simpler back then. Just massage her calves, feet, that sort of thing—and in exchange, I got a skill upfront.

The name's kinda funny, but it's an S-Rank unique skill. I haven't asked Raen directly after two days of massages, but no doubting the results.

I dropped my gaze. On the blanket, the faint marking hovering there. The spot Good Job Today (S) indicated started near her waist by the ribs, trailing up toward her chest.

When we were kids, if Raen conked out on the couch watching TV, she'd sleep like a rock no matter how much I shook her—so I'd end up carrying her back to her room. Back then, our bodies brushing meant nothing.

How the hell did it come to this?

I tore my eyes from her chest and looked up at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her sleeping face. It was too dark at first to make out more than the outline. Staring a bit, my eyes adjusted. Faint moonlight seeped through the window curtains, softly illuminating one side of the room, gradually revealing Raen's features.

Her face half-exposed above the blanket. Eyes closed, breathing steady. The weak light grazed her nose bridge and cheekbones, hazy outlines. Her hair. It used to be black—plain, typical Korean shade. But post-awakening, it all turned white, now almost silver.

I'm more used to this now.

...Family, but damn if she isn't gorgeous.

"...Hah."

No point making excuses anymore; nothing's gonna change.

...Or, if it'll ease her body and make her stronger—surely I can justify this to keep my left brain in check.

With that self-rationalization, I slowly lowered my hand. Over the blanket. Right onto the marked spot. My palm touched down. The thick blanket dulled the sensation, but knowing what lay beneath made my fingertips stiffen anyway.

...This is fucking insane.

I let out a small breath, then moved my hand. The skill's starting point. Her side. I pressed lightly on both upper sides over the blanket. Rolled my palms in circles. Smoothly, like a real massage.

Swoosh—

...Shit. The marking should fade as I massage, but it stays sharp over the blanket, like it's mocking me.

"......"

Guess I have to touch skin directly, no shortcuts.

Praying she wouldn't wake, I moved my hand again. Slowly peeled back the blanket.

Swish— Carefully lifted her pajama top a bit. Her waist came into view. Smooth skin under the dim moonlight. So slender it was hard to believe it housed all her organs. Taut muscles from training palpable underneath.

I placed my palm on the skill's starting point. Raen's body twitched slightly.

"...Mm..."

A small sound leaked from her lips—I nearly jumped out of my skin.

'Fuck, that startled me. Hands too cold?'

No signs of waking; she settled back into peaceful snores. I continued. This time, pressed with fingers and slid upward. Around her ribs near the waist. Rubbed the knotted muscles softly, loosening them. The skill guided my hands naturally.

"...Mm..."

Raen's breathing grew a tad irregular. But her eyes stayed shut.

...Good.

After a minute caressing around the ribs, the marking started fading. Now... time to go higher. The skill pointed to her chest.

"......"

I inched my hand up, but her pajama top, not fully lifted, got in the way. Pop. Plip—

No backing out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now. I unbuttoned without hesitation, peeling the top off. Her bare chest emerged. No bra since she was asleep—gravity tugged at her full breasts fully.

In the faint light, soft curves gleamed.

...Not as huge as Choyun's, but still fucking massive. Made me marvel anew at our late parents' genes.

The center rose and fell with her breaths. Already sensitive from prior touches, her pink nipples stood slightly erect.

"...This is nuts."

I'm doing this by force, because of the skill... but it's too damn erotic.

I bowed mentally to my sister once, then crossed the final line.

Squish♡— Cupping both breasts lightly with my hands, a soft, springy sensation welcomed me. I began kneading Raen's breasts slowly. Circling as the skill guided—from bottom up, pressing gently to release.

"...Hng♡"

"...!"

A soft moan escaped Raen; her body squirmed faintly. But eyes still closed.

...Dreaming or something?

I resumed softer, circling around her nipples. Her breasts deformed in my grip.

"..."

I hesitated, adjusting pressure. Too hard and she'd wake; too light and the quest fails. Alternating between breasts, sweeping from bottom up—her body jerked again. Waist arched slightly this time. Breathing quickened subtly.

'Why's she reacting like this...?'

Skill effect? Pleasure amps with affection... maybe our familial bond's cranking it up.

Guilt hit, but the quest timer ticked. Six minutes left. I tried relaxing, massaging more fluidly. Enveloping her full breasts, kneading gently.

Squish...♡ Squish...♡ Plump♡

Feeling the resilient pushback from my fingers, I narrowed to the center. The marking converged on her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nipples.

'Here, huh.'

Already brushed them plenty while kneading, so no big deal—I grazed her nipples with fingertips. Soft circles.

Each touch made her body twitch.

"...Mm♡... Ha..."

Faint, lewd moans slipped out. Breathing grew ragged. I pinched a nipple lightly—her waist bucked visibly.

"...♡♡!!"

No way, but it was like she climaxed. Guilt and arousal tangled in my head.

'Get it together. She's your sister...'

But the marking faded. Almost done. Rubbing lightly around the nipples—then it vanished completely.

'...Clear?'