Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: If We Weren't Blood-Related Siblings, Would That Be Okay?
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Was the timing good, or bad? Either way, we'd just about finished tidying up the living room when the door to the master bedroom opened, and Mom stepped out first.
"...Son?"
She kept glancing around like a puppy desperate to poop, clearly checking if Sis was nearby.
"Oh, Sis is in the shower right now."
"...I-is she?"
Her face screamed she had a lot to say, but just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Sis appeared.
"...You two must be starving. Mom'll whip something up quick."
"Y-yeah. Take your time. I'm not that hungry."
Sis shot me a sideways glance as she said it to Mom.
Once she confirmed Mom heading to the kitchen, smoothing her hair, Sis hurried over to me with quick steps.
"...Hey, come here."
She said that to me, then headed to her room.
I followed without a second thought.
Click.
It was my first time in here.
True to the original story's description, the room felt spacious and minimalist. Most furniture was built-in, leaving just the bed and vanity—no clutter, perfectly neat.
"...You serious?"
"Serious about what all of a sudden?"
"Wh-what do you mean, what...! You, that... you like me... for real?"
"Huh... you mean love you?"
"Ugh, whatever!"
Thwack.
Sis let out a squeak and punched my arm.
It didn't even sting—like a kitten's playful swipe.
"Yeah. I'm fucking crazy about you."
"......"
Maybe it wasn't the answer she wanted. She froze up, suddenly speechless after dragging me in here.
Her wide eyes and slightly parted lips were downright cute, stirring a little urge to slip my finger back in her mouth.
"Ah, uh... h-hey... we're siblings..."
It was the most predictable, cliché development imaginable.
Because we're siblings, family—how could we? I'd slogged through this tired trope a hundred times in the text, and now it was playing out right in front of me.
"What you said earlier... I'll pretend I didn't hear it, so let's just forget—"
She'd been moaning under me just before, drooling like crazy down there, and now here she was acting all rational.
"Ah..."
I had to think about how to handle this.
Of course, Sis writhing under me, begging for it—that was inevitable, no matter what.
But there were endless paths to get there, so yeah, I had to weigh my options.
"Hmm..."
Dose her with pills, knock her out, and fuck her senseless? Or wait for the system to hand me her pussy on a platter?
"...Fine, pretend you heard that."
She had no clue I was pondering the best way to fuck her, spouting nonsense like that.
She spun on her heel to leave, so I shot my hand out and yanked her back by the wrist.
"Kyaaang!!"
Sis let out a bitch-in-heat moan from just that, then clapped her free hand over her mouth in shock.
Her body trembled as she backed away. I stepped forward, closing the gap.
"H-hey... h-hey..."
She was visibly flustered.
She kept retreating until she bumped into the wall with a thud.
"D-don't come closer..."
Trembling like a leaf, it looked like I was about to rape her right then.
I could, but one nagging thing held me back.
Compared to Mom, whom the system had flat-out told me to rape, Sis's favorability was still low.
Two events had bumped it up by 3, but max was a ways off.
Mom's "rape" was basically mutual lust anyway.
She even seemed to enjoy spreading her legs for me.
But force my dick on Sis and shit could blow up?
Ignoring the system's nudge to raise favorability felt too risky.
"H-hey... let go, or I'll scream!"
Her eyes welled up with tears.
She was pretty shocked by my vibe, but I wasn't trying to scare her. I let go of her arm.
"Sis."
"...Wh-what."
Her voice quivered; she couldn't meet my eyes, staring at the floor.
"You acting like this 'cause I'm your brother?"
"Uh, y-yeah...? I mean..."
She seemed glitched out by my words.
"You doing this because I'm your brother?"
"...Y-yeah. Of course we're siblings, so we can't—"
"If we weren't blood-related, would that be okay?"
Sis's eyes went saucer-wide.
"...What? What're you even...?"
She gawked back, voice dazed.
"If you and I weren't real siblings, then me loving you wouldn't be a problem, right?"
Even as the words left my mouth calm and steady, she still looked lost, lips parted slightly.
"You said it yourself. We're siblings, so no. So if we weren't? Then it'd be fine?"
She'd probably never even considered it—and honestly, who would?
She flapped her mouth, hunting for a comeback, but only defeated sighs escaped.
I waited quietly.
I was dying to hear what she'd say.
"Ha... h-huh... haaa..."
The quiet room filled with her breathing.
Her eyes darted everywhere; you could almost hear the gears grinding in her head.
"...Sis?"
"Ha, haa..."
Time dragged on, but no answer came.
I opened my mouth to press her again—then knock knock shattered the silence.
"You two together in there, Hansol?"
"Y-yeah!"
"...S-so, ready for dinner now?"
Sis yelped back, Mom a beat behind.
I blocked the door as it rattled open.
"We'll be out soon. Go ahead, Mom."
I wanted to push Sis more.
Hear some kind of answer from her.
"H-hurry! I set out the rice and soup... it'll get cold!"
"It's fine. Just finishing up our talk."
"......"
Mom kept knocking stubbornly, bugging me.
Bang bang.
"C-come on out!"
With things like this, me blocking the door looked kinda ridiculous.
So I stepped aside first.
Mom burst in like it was urgent.
"Ha, haa... whew..."
She eyed me and Sis, scanned the room, then snatched my wrist.
"...You're later than usual. Let's eat before it gets colder... Su-ji, you too."
It felt a bit off from the original Mom I'd read about.
After fucking her, I didn't care much, but with Sis trailing behind, I couldn't risk drawing attention.
"...Dig in, everyone."
The table groaned under side dishes—enough to fill you up just looking.
With the usual chatterbox absent, dinner was way quieter than breakfast.
Dinner was satisfying.
Sis and I helped Mom clean up after.
I planned to catch Sis alone and pick up where we left off.
But then Mom grabbed me, asking to go to the master bedroom.
"...Now?"
"Yeah... Hansol, we should talk about cram school soon, right?"
Original Mom had let the protagonist run wild, more enabler than overseer.
She never meddled deep like this.
His half-assed cram school stint was just Sis and little sis roasting him.
...My rape had clearly changed things.
Obvious, really—I had to accept it.
"Got it."
Was she gonna force me into some academy?
It'd never crossed my mind since possessing him, a bit disorienting. But remembering those original fuck dens made my dick twitch anyway.
Click. Clunk.
Door shut and locked.
Mom turned, her sharp gaze pinning me.
This was the natural progression.
Even if things were hectic earlier, leaving her rapist alone like this? Laughable. Her silence till now was the weird part.
Endless pussy options or not, my priority was clear.
Worried she'd ship me off to school, I racked up excuses but met her eyes straight.
"Um, Hansol?"
"Yeah."
Her voice was gentler than expected.
"You didn't... do anything like that to Su-ji too, right?"
"...What?"
How'd she know? My heart dropped.
We'd only made out so far, and I'd cleaned up fine...
"...This all because of this? What do I do... must be those raging hormones..."
Mom sidled closer.
Her hand slipped down, groping my crotch.