The Sister's Lingerie Fashion Show
Cha Ji-yeon paused for a moment in thought, then gave a curt nod.
“…Then send Se-yeon away with a towel. In exchange, I’ll take it off.”
“Got it. I’ll watch the towel.”
“Don’t unnecessarily tease her.”
They were bound to see everything anyway.
At this point, even underwear should no longer be embarrassing.
…She had worn the new panties.
That was the conclusion drawn from such a simple logic.
Yet Cha Ji-yeon had overlooked a crucial fact.
There had never been any reason for her to take off her clothes in the first place.
And she had only assumed that her younger sister Se-yeon would willingly step back.
“Nuna? What are you doing?”
And then Cha Se-yeon came back wearing the fresh set of underwear.
The first thing Se-yeon’s eyes registered was her older sister Ji-yeon stripping in front of Woo-jin.
Se-yeon asked in disbelief.
“What are you doing?”
“If you look, you’ll see.”
“Stripping?”
She had disciplined her with the sight of just underwear.
Yet here she was, right in front of Woo-jin, taking off her clothes.
In Se-yeon’s view, showing herself in underwear was perfectly safe.
In fact, underwear and swimsuits weren’t that different, were they?
Swimsuits were worn in front of strangers at the beach or pool.
Therefore, showing her underwear to her cousin oppa should be fine.
But stripping in front of oppa, like her sister was doing, was out of the question.
Unlike the natural way she was presenting herself, the act of removing clothes right before their eyes carried a very different intention.
Moreover, her sister’s underwear style was far from healthy.
The very existence of those breasts was highly inappropriate.
“Nuna is so funny. When was the last time you told me to put on clothes?”
“It’s all because of you.”
“Why is it my fault?”
“Because you’re the one who’s stripping, so I have to take it off instead?”
“There is no such thing as that.”
Se-yeon refused to follow Ji-yeon’s illogical reasoning.
But words alone weren’t going to settle it.
Above all else, the moment her sister had revealed that shameless chest, Se-yeon knew she was already at a disadvantage no matter how the conversation went.
Se-yeon smiled brightly.
She was switching tactics to provoke her sister’s pride.
“Ah~ I see. You’re jealous, nuna?”
“What?”
“I don’t like how oppa is getting close to you, so you’re trying to fight back through me?”
“Take that!”
Slap!
Ji-yeon grabbed Se-yeon’s head and slammed it down.
“Ow! You hit me!”
“I told you I’d leave you alone if you said something that stupid again.”
“Waaaaah! Oppa! Nuna hit me!”
Se-yeon pretended to cry and clung to Woo-jin.
Woo-jin played along and hugged her.
“My, are you okay?”
“I’m not okay. I think I have a bruise on my head.”
“Where?”
Both of them were standing in nothing but underwear while Woo-jin naturally pulled them into his arms.
His hand was subtly brushing against Se-yeon’s backside.
Ji-yeon watched every bit of it with wide eyes.
Yet she only clenched her teeth and said nothing.
She had punched because she was angry, but she knew she was clearly in the wrong.
Now Ji-yeon was in a position of disadvantage.
“Nuna, why are you hitting the kid?”
“Cha Se-yeon was doing something she shouldn’t have!”
Ji-yeon spoke those words outwardly, but inside she regretted her action.
She had given them the perfect excuse to stick together.
“Waa~ it hurts, oppa~ please~.”
“Shh. Now it doesn’t hurt. Feel better?”
“Ugh~.”
“Playing around, you two.”
They weren’t supposed to be acting like this. They were cousins, for heaven’s sake.
Not even newlyweds would do something this ridiculous.
“Separate! How long are you going to stay like that?”
In the end, Ji-yeon gave up and tried to pry them apart.
But Se-yeon didn’t even try to pull away. Instead, she pouted.
“Humph. Nuna can’t do anything like this, so she’s being petty.”
“What?”
“Kyah~ nuna’s trying to hit me again~.”
And Se-yeon clung even closer to Woo-jin.
Woo-jin hugged her and laughed.
All the while his gaze stayed fixed on Ji-yeon.
“…What are you looking at?”
The sticky, heated look in her eyes made Ji-yeon jolt and stop.
She had been fuming earlier, but here she was herself, wearing only underwear.
“Nuna’s underwear is pretty too.”
“Idiot?”
The shameless remark while hugging her naked younger sister.
Ji-yeon snorted.
Yet somehow she didn’t feel bad about it.
While her little sister was pressing against him, oppa was actually paying attention to her?
Thinking that way, the anger she felt toward the foolish Se-yeon began to ease.
Upon reflection, she hadn’t even needed to get angry in the first place.
“Nuna is so petty!”
“What kind of petty?”
Se-yeon pulled away from Woo-jin and protested.
And Ji-yeon finally had the chance to respond calmly.
“Nuna only wears that slutty underwear!”
“Hah. You think I wear it because I like it? I just bought a set, and one of them just happened to be this flashy.”
Ji-yeon’s underwear was a bold, red-themed design.
Normally Ji-yeon would never have chosen something so provocative.
But among the seven sets she had bought, one of them ‘accidentally’ ended up being this extravagant, and ‘accidentally’ caught her eye, and ‘accidentally’ she ended up wearing it.
It was never meant to be seen by Woo-jin. Absolutely not.
“If I’d bought the whole set, there would have been more options. Why did you pick this from the start?”
“If you think I look good in it, try it yourself. After all, that body of yours probably couldn’t handle it.”
“Ugh!”
Ji-yeon knew how sensitive Se-yeon was about her smaller chest compared to her own and her mother’s.
And even that obvious weak point didn’t stop Se-yeon from exploding.
Woo-jin, watching from the side, slipped in to cheer his sister on.
“Se-yeon is pretty in her own way. No need to compare to nuna.”
“Does oppa like it?”
“Yeah. She’s cute and innocent. The slight seductive touch is a small flaw, but still.”
“Flaw?”
Se-yeon perked up at the word ‘flaw’ more than at ‘cute.’
“Oppa, am I sexy?”
“Se-yeon-ah.”
Se-yeon suddenly stood up and struck a pose.
She raised one arm, exposing her armpit and brushing her hair back.
That was apparently her signature sexy pose.
Woo-jin’s face stiffened into an awkward smile.
“What are you doing?”
Ji-yeon, watching from the side, asked in confusion.
“What?”
Se-yeon ignored her and moved to the next pose.
She casually slipped one bra strap down and gestured invitingly at Woo-jin.
“Mmm.”
Woo-jin watched her with genuine interest.
Ji-yeon’s mood flipped again.
“Oppa. Between me and nuna, which one do you prefer?”
“Ah~.”
Se-yeon openly flirted.
Ji-yeon, clearly sulking, turned away.
Woo-jin glanced back and forth between them, uncertain.
Then his eyes met Ji-yeon’s.
“What?”
“Nuna’s pose is…”
“What?”
“It’s not fair like this.”
Woo-jin trailed off, looking embarrassed.
But the meaning was clear.
Se-yeon was putting on a show while Ji-yeon stood there stiffly.
It wasn’t fair to compare them.
In other words, he was asking Ji-yeon to try as well.
“Hmph.”
Ji-yeon let out a light snort.
“So funny.”
She casually brushed her hair behind her ear and crossed her arms.
Naturally her arms rose, exposing her armpit, and her chest was pushed up against her arms.
Compared to her slimmer younger sister, this was a clear advantage.
Ji-yeon had unconsciously tried to appeal to Woo-jin with her chest.
Of course she had no intention of doing so, but from Woo-jin’s perspective it was still a good view.
“Mmm. This is tricky.”
Woo-jin was torn between two sisters with completely different charms.
His expression was rather serious.
“Mm? Mm?”
Se-yeon watched Woo-jin with hopeful eyes.
She desperately wanted to hear her name.
“….”
On the other hand, Ji-yeon looked away as if none of it concerned her.
The atmosphere was one of ‘this whole thing is pointless,’ while she still looked like she was trying not to snap at the absurdity.
Yet the tips of her ears had inexplicably turned red.
“Mm. I’ve decided.”
Woo-jin, having carefully observed the sisters, finally made his choice.
“Se-yeon wins.”
Woo-jin held Se-yeon’s hand up high.
“Kyah!”
Se-yeon jumped for joy.
Ji-yeon, whose name had not been called, stared at the scene in disbelief.
“Oppa, I love you! Mwah!”
Overcome with happiness, Se-yeon ran and hugged him.
She gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.
“Hah! Idiot?”
Ji-yeon snorted as if nothing had happened, only that the entire situation was too ridiculous.
Woo-jin hugged Se-yeon while secretly smiling at Ji-yeon.
“But you didn’t get to see the other side of Se-yeon’s underwear properly earlier.”
Woo-jin whispered into Se-yeon’s ear.
Se-yeon’s eyes sparkled and she looked up.
“Ah! That! Oppa, wait just a sec. I’ll change right away and come back.”
And she dashed out of the room in a hurry.
The moment the noisy Se-yeon left, a heavy silence fell over the room.
Woo-jin and Ji-yeon, left alone, spoke quietly to the visibly tense older sister.
“Nuna. Did you get sulky because I didn’t choose you?”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Ji-yeon turned her head away as if it was pointless.
But anyone could see she was sulking.
“You should know how to lose to your little sister. Otherwise Se-yeon would keep interfering.”
“….”
Ji-yeon looked back at Woo-jin’s words.
In her expression was a mixture of doubt and strange hope.
Woo-jin stood up from his chair and walked over to her.
He whispered so only Ji-yeon could hear.
“Come to my room tonight. After auntie and Se-yeon fall asleep. Wear the underwear I gave you.”
“…No.”
“If you don’t like it, I’ll call Se-yeon instead?”
“Cowardly son…”
Ji-yeon turned her back on Woo-jin.
Woo-jin wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Mmm. Good.”
Woo-jin’s hands stroked her body lewdly.
Ji-yeon shivered and tried to push him away.
“What are you doing?”
“Doing what? Prepping for tonight.”
“Who said it was happening?”
Ji-yeon glared at him with full force and quickly dressed in her clothes.
Woo-jin didn’t press further.
He knew Se-yeon would be back soon.
“Oppa! I’m changed!”
“Oh, come in.”
Se-yeon entered the room in a bouncy manner and struck another pose.
“How is it, oppa? Is this side better?”
“Hmm.”
Woo-jin’s gaze swept over Se-yeon from head to toe.
Se-yeon’s cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, while Ji-yeon subtly furrowed her brows.
“…Hm?”
Woo-jin noticed something odd while studying Se-yeon’s body.
The panties looked different from their original state.
“These look like they’re worn inside out.”
It was exactly what he had said.
Se-yeon had taken them off in a rush and put them on in a rush without checking front or back.
“Kyah! Oppa! Don’t look!”
Se-yeon realized the truth too late, covered her panties with her hands, and bolted out of the room.
Even Ji-yeon, who had been serious, couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurd scene.
“Idiot?”
Being compared to such an idiot of a sister was itself ridiculous.
Once fully dressed, Ji-yeon snorted and turned to leave.
“I’ll see you tonight, nuna. I’ll be waiting.”
Ji-yeon gave Woo-jin one last glare and left the room.
Woo-jin didn’t miss the faint spark of anticipation in her eyes as she did.