My Parents Brought Sarang to Our House
Which meant Mom and Dad were on their way right now, barely ten minutes from the house…
"Hey."
"…What."
"We're fucked."
Our current state was beyond description. Being soaked head to toe and completely naked barely even ranked as a problem.
Areum's face was a wreck—her eyes bloodshot red, tear tracks streaking every corner of her lids. And while there was no chance she'd be showing them to Mom and Dad, her breasts were a mess of the bruises I'd left all over them.
I wasn't exactly looking normal either. Fine scratches and pinch marks stood out clearly across my whole body.
On impulse I went over to Areum's vanity and checked my face in the mirror. Sure enough, that was a disaster too.
"Ah, fuck. We're really screwed."
"…You bastard, just spit it out. What is it."
"Mom and Dad are coming. Put some clothes on at least. And dry your hair a bit."
"What the hell are you talking about. Why would Uncle and Auntie be coming?"
"How should I know. Sounds like they're coming because we haven't been answering. Ah, fuck… I should've picked up the phone yesterday."
After everything that happened yesterday, I'd completely lost my mind. The phone had rung a few times, but with the body swap and all, I hadn't paid it any attention. Even so, I should've at least left Mom and Dad a text… I regretted it too late. It was already done.
"I—I'm going to put clothes on. And fuck… just so you know, if you're gonna say anything to Mom and Dad, that's on you. But… you know you're in the same boat as me, right? Anyway, do what you want. I don't even know anymore."
Thinking about everything Areum had done to me—if anything, she'd gone further than I had, never less—I threw that threat at her and tried to leave.
"…Get the hell out of my sight."
Areum's flushed face turned cold again. Her legs, which had been spread open, slowly closed.
"…I made myself clear."
I'd hoped she'd be intimidated by what I said, but she didn't look it at all. Still, with Mom and Dad about to barge in any second, I hurried off to my room.
Passing the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and started drying my hair and body.
"Haa, I told them so many times to call before coming over…"
It had already been three or four months since Areum and I moved out, but this wasn't the first time Mom and Dad had just shown up unannounced.
Of course, I'd kept living with my days and nights completely flipped. So I'd sleep late, get an earful of every lecture Mom had in her arsenal, and we'd go back and forth about whether she'd cut off my allowance or not.
I'd wanted to leave home just to escape those endless lectures. Of course, broke as I was, I'd gone to Mom and Dad with my hand out—and all I got back was a scolding to stop talking nonsense.
Back then, seeing Areum preparing to live on her own, I'd talked Mom and Dad's ears off until they let us move in here together. How could a girl live alone in this rough world? Wouldn't it be better if I lived with her?
Thanks to that, I'd gotten out from under Mom and Dad—but things had twisted and twisted until we ended up here today.
"This is all Mom and Dad's fault… haa…"
If they'd just gotten us separate places from the start, none of this would've happened. I blamed them for no good reason, but nothing changed.
I roughly towel-dried myself and pulled on underwear and clothes. Wanting to hide the bruises on my face even a little, I tried putting on sunscreen I barely ever used.
"Haa… shit…"
But looking like a ghost with a whitewashed face in my own house was even more ridiculous, so I wiped it all off with wet wipes. Better to just claim Areum and I had gotten into a fight. Which, well—we had fucked, too.
"Seven minutes, seven minutes, seven minutes…"
Caught up in dirty thoughts, my pants started tenting again. If Mom's timing was right, I only had seven minutes left. Normally that would've been plenty for a quick one, but then I remembered the disaster of a bathroom from earlier.
Thud— thud— thud—
"Haa… fuck, looks like a flood in here."
Puddles stretched from my room entrance all the way across the living room floor, soaking it through. Especially near the bathroom—it really looked like a flood had hit.
I quickly grabbed a few towels and threw them on the floor. No time to wait for them to soak up the water, so I went into the bathroom.
"Haa… what a mess."
The bathtub was full of water with pale, milky stuff floating around that looked like cum. I felt extremely grossed out, but cleaning came first—I stuck my hand in and pulled the plug.
"Hnn…"
When I finished cleaning the bathroom and came out to the living room, Areum emerged from her room in a pajama dress. She glared at me like she wanted to eat me alive with that signature cold look of hers, then wrapped a towel around her still-damp hair.
A brief standoff followed as I met Areum's fierce eyes. I was the one who broke the silence.
"What are you staring at. Aren't you gonna clean?"
"…Ha!"
Areum let out a hollow laugh like she couldn't believe it. But she trudged closer.
"Yaa."
There was a deep pissed-off energy in that growl, but I faced her like I couldn't care less.
"What, fuck."
Areum's face twisted into a look like she'd bitten into shit at my swearing.
"Let's not waste energy, okay? Mom and Dad are almost here."
"You're the one who started shit."
"That's because you were looking at me like an asshole. Fix your face. Or I'll—"
"Hnn!"
Areum flinched with a nasal sound at my raised hand.
"Cut the crap and wipe the floor. Or fuck it, should we just go at it right in front of Mom and Dad?"
"…You crazy bastard."
When I made a motion like I was pulling my pants down, she turned her back on me with a face full of contempt. Then she squatted right down and started wiping the floor with a towel.
"Let's just… get along, okay?"
"……"
No answer came back to my teasing, and no matter how many more times I poked at her, she treated me like I didn't exist.
Around the time cleaning was almost done, Mom and Dad's arrival time had passed with no word.
"Hey, why aren't Mom and Dad here. Should I call?"
"……Huu, please just don't talk to me."
Areum came out pretty snippy at my question. If it hadn't been for Mom's call earlier, this girl would've been under me whining and moaning—her sulking almost seemed cute.
"Ha, what a bitch. So now I can't even talk?"
"Yeah. So can you shut that mouth of yours?"
The thought of ripping that pajama dress to shreds right then and there and fucking Areum the bitch dominated my head—parents be damned. Those slightly parted legs, and the dress somehow riding up above her knees, seemed to whisper for me to take her.
"…You, fuck. We'll settle this after Mom and Dad leave."
"You pathetic bastard."
I gritted my teeth and fumbled with my phone. Earlier, with my eyes rolled back, I hadn't thought about the aftermath at all—I'd really been planning to fuck her like an idiot. But swallowing hard at the thought of the catastrophe that would follow, I'd ordered a hundred ultra-thin 0.01 condoms—so thin I worried they'd tear—by delivery. Delivery ETA was tomorrow morning at ten. Once those arrived, I planned to fuck Areum until every last one was used up.
"Heh, heheh…"
Just imagining it filled me with strength down below. Areum frowned hard looking at me like that. By this time tomorrow, she'd be under me moaning her head off.
Ding-dong— ding-dong— ding-dong—
The doorbell that blew my fantasies away in one shot made my blood run cold. I shook my head, hoping nothing would go wrong.
"Hey, handle yourself. I made myself clear."
I growled at Areum one more time and headed for the front door.
Ding-dong— ding-dong—
Mom and Dad couldn't wait even a second—they kept ringing the bell.
"Just a minute!"
I roughly stepped into the slippers by the door. Undid the door lock, and with a click, the door opened.
"Son!!"
"Ah, you startled me. Don't do that outside, just come in."
Mom was as loud as ever. She spread her arms wide to hug me, then froze.
"You—you! What happened to your face? Who did you fight with?"
"…Fight? Well, we did fight, but—ah, just come in already."
Afraid of Mom's lecture, I quickly turned and headed for the living room. Behind me, Mom exchanged warm greetings with Areum, who'd followed.
"…Welcome."
"Daughter! Are you okay? Why does your brother's face look like that? Don't tell me you two fought again?"
"Something came up. I'm sorry."
"Sorry nothing! If our daughter did that, it's obviously our son being a little shit again. You're not hurt anywhere?"
"…No, I'm fine."
I'd thought she'd freak out seeing the wounds on my face, but Mom just brushed past it like it was the most natural thing. Areum had once said Mom and Dad spoiled me rotten—but I had no idea who was spoiling who. From where I stood, this was discrimination pure and simple.
Listening to their conversation as I headed back to the sofa, something unexpected happened.
"But who's that behind you?"
"Oh my, Sarang, hurry in."
I spun around in shock at the name "Sarang" coming from Mom's mouth.
"Ah… Unnie, hello."
"Sarang? You're Sarang?"
"Yes… it's been a while."
Behind Mom, next to Dad, a kid bowed her head slightly. Her long, cascading hair covered half her face, but somehow it reminded me of when we were little.
Of course, I had no idea how long it had been since we'd actually seen each other face to face. Until Areum and I were in middle school, she'd often come to our house with Uncle Sangpil. Then as Uncle Sangpil's visits got rarer, we'd naturally stopped seeing each other—I never thought we'd meet again like this.
"Ah… it's been a while."
Sarang's long black hair, and under it she wore a pure white tee with an ivory cardigan. Her jeans were so tight I felt claustrophobic just looking at them—I genuinely worried they might burst.
Because her clothes were bright, the haggardness of her bare face stood out even more. Especially the dark circles hanging heavy under her eyes. She looked gaunt at a glance, enough to make you wonder if she was even eating properly.
But then again, just a few days ago her parents had gone through that—maybe looking like this was only natural.
"Oh, Oppa! Hello to you too, Oppa."
"Ah… yeah, come on in. Mom, Dad, you too, hurry."
For reasons I didn't know, Mom and Dad had brought that Sarang to our house.