Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Aunt's Soft Breasts
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Non-existent, practically speaking, but Aunt's soft breasts pressed against me.
The aunt, who'd just taken a solid smack to the back of her head from me, looked utterly shocked, her eyes practically bulging out.
And Mom's face, blankly staring at the scene, was filled with astonishment too.
I was startled by the sudden reappearance of the system as well.
[■ □young / 2□ years old]
[□ Girl]
"...Choi Ji-young?"
"Hic!"
I muttered what was probably Aunt's real name, hidden by the filter, and she let out a startled hiccup.
The teary eyes that had been welling up just moments ago had completely vanished.
"S-S-Son! You just... to Aunt..."
Mom stepped in front of me, a couple beats late.
"...Mom, isn't she being a total brat?"
"Y-You! Get out of the way!"
Mom pushed me back with her body and wrapped herself around Aunt protectively.
I felt a twinge of something like hurt feelings... or some inexplicable emotion washing over me.
"Even so, how could you hit a kid on the head! You could've just talked to him!"
She definitely had that spoiled-only-child vibe.
No way she was the baby of the family like that, but just as Mom said, she'd clearly been pampered her whole life.
So she stared at me in disbelief that I'd actually smacked her.
"...Aren't you going to apologize to Aunt right now?"
Mom's expression was full of awkwardness too.
She wasn't blindly taking Aunt's side in front of me; she was shooting me pleading looks, begging me to let it slide just this once.
"Oh, apologize? Sure."
Still, smacking her once had eased my mind a bit.
I couldn't forget the satisfying smack! that had echoed.
Whack!
"Kyaa, kyaang!"
As I raised my hand again, Aunt screamed and clutched the back of her head.
Of course, I had no intention of actually hitting her again.
"S-Son!"
"Jeez, you think I'm gonna hit you again? I was just reaching out to apologize."
I extended my hand and shook it like I was offering a handshake.
I gave her a look that said take it already, but Aunt ignored my apology in stony silence.
"Don't want it? Fine by me."
Was I disappointed? Not at all.
I'd only offered the apology for Mom's sake, and if she didn't take it, that was that.
No need to beg her to accept something she clearly didn't want.
"I'll rest in my room. Enjoy your meal, Aunt."
I patted Aunt's shoulder—she was still cradling her head—and turned away.
Setting aside her bratty attitude, we'd be living together for a while anyway.
Since she was Mom's little sister, I planned to show at least basic courtesy.
At least, that was the plan until moments ago.
"Yaaah!!!"
A massive yell erupted from behind.
It was definitely Aunt's voice.
"J-Ji, Ji-young!!"
Mom's voice followed, and as I turned, my eyes met Aunt's—she was lunging straight at me.
"Uh, ah!"
It felt like the world had switched to slow motion.
Time dragged on so slowly, agonizingly slowly.
Soon, Aunt's body collided with mine.
Her frame was small and soft, but skinny to the bone beneath her pale skin, light as a feather.
Instinctively, I caught her, and a crunch rang in my ears.
"Aaaah!!"
It felt like flesh was tearing off my ear.
Or like a massive needle piercing straight through it.
Of course, in reality, Aunt was biting down on my ear with all her might.
"Hey! Hey!!"
"Eek! Mmph!"
I tried to hurl the Aunt in my arms away, but my body froze instinctively.
What if she actually tore my ear off in the struggle?
"M-Mom. Do something about this crazy bitch!"
"Mmph! Eek! Ungh!"
Aunt chomped on my ear like a rabid animal.
Mom just stomped her feet beside us, helpless.
"You're dead! Let go already!"
"Ungh!!"
"Ah, seriously... damn..."
"J-Ji-young!"
But the pain that seemed eternal started to dull.
It grew familiar, almost bearable.
So I shifted positions, still holding Aunt in my arms.
I quickly moved to the living room.
And plopped her down on the sofa.
"...I told you to let go, right?"
"Mmph! Hic! Sniff!"
I pinched Aunt's side with my fingers.
She had so little flesh there, barely anything to grab.
"Eeeek!"
Not sure if it was because of that, but she seemed to think she could endure the pinch and kept biting my ear, holding on.
Instead, she leaned back dramatically, pulling my body down with her.
And on my arm—non-existent, practically speaking, but Aunt's soft breasts pressed against me.
"Hng! Hmph!"
Despite the pretty blatant skinship, Aunt held firm, unfazed.
Even when I subtly rubbed against them, no real reaction.
I even wondered if they were too flat to feel anything.
"...Keep it up, and you'll really regret it..."
My ear throbbed, slick with saliva.
And my patience was at its limit from all this endurance.
"Hng! Hnngh!"
She just snorted defiantly, like try me, digging in her heels.
"Jeez! Why do you keep acting up like this, Ji-young?!"
Slap! Slap!
"Eungh!"
As I pondered where to start wrecking her, Mom's hand flew toward Aunt.
"Let go right now... or I'll drag you home!"
Aunt, who'd been throwing her tantrum nonstop, flinched at Mom's words and trembled.
And the mouth that seemed glued shut finally started to open.
"N-No... I don't wanna go home. Please? Don't take me? I'll just sleep, for real. Sis, pleeease?"
Even though I was the victim, Aunt clung to Mom, turning on the charm.
"Son, you okay? Aigoo, really... who does she take after..."
Mom pulled out some tissues and wiped my ear.
"Ah, aah..."
"What to do... it's already bruising..."
"Bruising already?"
"Y-Yeah... no blood, but it's turning purple..."
I touched my ear.
No blood was a small mercy, but the bite mark was deeply imprinted from lobe to cartilage.
"Choi Ji-young! Even if he's your nephew, he's a year older than you. He's your nephew, your sister's son... so you two should respect each other. You don't have to be close, but at least avoid making a scene, okay?"
I nodded obediently, while Aunt's hands shook.
"...S-Sis, you saw it too... He hit my head first..."
"He apologized for that. But you wouldn't accept it."
"Hey! That was your apology?!"
"Yeah, it was."
"...Ha, you two again..."
Mom grabbed Aunt as she lunged at me again.
And threatened once more to drag her home if she caused another fuss, making Aunt's lips pout out dramatically.
"F-Fine... I'll behave..."
"Then shake hands and make up."
"...Shake hands with him?"
Aunt made a face like it was the grossest thing ever.
"Hey, no... Aunt. I don't wanna either?"
I hadn't offered the apology because I liked her.
"What!?"
"She wants us to make up, so why start fighting again? Son, enough. Let's make up now, okay?"
Under Mom's mediation again, Aunt extended a trembling hand to me.
"...Hurry up. I'm only doing this 'cause Sis said so. It's forced."
"Ha... Ji-young."
"F-Fine. I-I mean... s-sorry for... b-b-biting..."
She hated apologizing to me so much she was stuttering.
She bit her lower lip hard, not even trying to hide her disgust—it radiated off her.
"Yeah. I hate it too, but doing it for Mom."
"Son!"
Anyway, we shook hands.
Her hand was so tiny, it fit completely in mine.
"Ah, ow! Don't squeeze so hard!"
I gave a little squeeze, and her overreaction was top-tier.
She twisted dramatically, making a dying face at Mom.
"Mom, this is overkill. Total drama queen."
"Wh-What overkill! L-Let go already!"
Mom shook her head watching us.
Her gaze reminded me of how she looked at me and Younger Sister—made it weirdly fascinating that Aunt and Younger Sister were the same age.
"...But you're really twenty? Doesn't seem like it."
"Wh-What?! So you're saying I act like a kid too!?"
It was like flipping her berserk switch.
She glared with bulging eyes, trying to look scary but failing miserably.
"Yeah. Pretty childish."
"Th-This, thiiiis!!"
She fumed at my response.
But with her hand gripped tight in mine, she could only squirm.
"Son... don't bully Aunt too much, okay?"
Mom patted my back from behind with a not-quite-request request, so I let go.
"...Y-You'll regret this."
"Ha! They say the ones who say 'just you wait' are never scary."
"You talking to me?"
"Who else in this room but Aunt?"
I exaggeratedly looked around.
Obviously, it was just me, Mom, and Aunt in the living room.
I locked eyes with Aunt, who was glaring daggers in full pout mode.
And smirked at her to my heart's content.
That's when it happened.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
The door lock chimed with the password.
Ding-ring-click.
"I'm home."
The door opened, and Younger Sister appeared.
"S-Seo-hyun!!"
But Aunt bolted to the entryway, calling out to Younger Sister.
"Wh-What? Why are you here?"
"Seo-hyun!!"
Younger Sister was a bit taller than average, but Aunt looked a full head shorter as they hugged.
What caught me off guard, though, was how casually Younger Sister called her by name.
"Sh-She hit me! And pinched me too, it's so annoying!"
"Ha... Did you fight with bro or something?"
"...Bro? Why is he bro! And you don't call him bro either, Seo-hyun!"
"Hey, shh... quiet down."
My eyes met Younger Sister's wary glance.
"You said it too! That jerk's annoying!"
"Wh-When did I call him a jerk..."
Seemed like those two trash-talked me behind my back all the time.