Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Twin Stepsister Pounces on Big Brother (6)
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Juyeon-hee was hanging from the railing. She stared at me intently, dragging out the time.
She looked precarious, as if she could fall any moment.
"Come inside!"
I shouted with complete sincerity. NTR manga plot twists be damned—I had no room for rational thinking.
Sometimes posts pop up on the internet. People venting about how exhausting it is dealing with suicide threats.
You've probably seen them at least once.
Lovers or family holding their own lives hostage as leverage. Wailing that if you don't help, they'll just die.
People scroll past those posts and scoff.
Why help? Tell 'em to go kill themselves. They won't anyway.
Etc., etc.
I've left comments like that myself.
"Juyeon-hee!"
A situation straight out of those internet posts was playing out right in front of me. Could I really tell Juyeon-hee to go ahead and try it?
I couldn't.
What if she actually jumped? Even if she had no intention to, what if my taunting provoked her into doing something impulsive?
Anxiety squeezed my heart like a vise.
All I was allowed to do was coax and soothe Juyeon-hee. Fulfill whatever conditions she demanded.
"Okay. Oppa gets your feelings now, so come inside. Let's talk indoors."
Juyeon-hee shook her head. She had no intention of moving until she got a firm commitment.
"Everything oppa did for that girl. I need exactly the same."
"Okay. I'll do it. So come inside. Hurry."
The rule against terrorists is no negotiations, no questions asked. But the hostage was far too precious.
First priority: drag Juyeon-hee somewhere safe.
"...That girl, everything you did for Shin Jae-eun. You said you'd give me exactly the same. You do understand what that means, right?"
"Yeah, I get it. So come down. Let's talk in the room."
I forced the gentlest smile I could manage. My heart was pounding like a drum, but I tried not to let it show.
Was this reaction the body's... or mine?
My feelings for Juyeon-hee were real. It didn't matter whose they were—the body's or mine.
"......"
Having gotten my firm answer, Juyeon-hee lifted her leg over the railing. She clambered over, step by step.
The instant her outward-hanging body swung inward, I focused mana into my soles and detonated it.
Kaboom!
Lightning erupted like a thunderbolt crashing down. It utterly ravaged the living room in a rampage.
In the blink of an eye, I seized Juyeon-hee and hurled her into the room.
"Eek!"
Juyeon-hee let out a childish scream.
"Hey!"
She wasn't my blood sister, but I still thought of her as one. My mental age was way higher anyway. As her truly older brother, I had to say my piece.
I couldn't just let this slide.
"You kidding me? That's your grand plan—a fake-out suicide stunt? Huh?"
The body didn't hold me back. It granted me freedom, as if okaying this level of scolding.
Thanks to that, I could chew her out properly.
"Even if you hate Aunt that much, does it make sense to pull this crap right in front of me? You're supposed to be my sister—does a sister do the one thing her oppa hates most?!"
I couldn't spit actual curses. Juyeon-woo just wasn't the type to swear.
"But!"
Juyeon-hee shouted back. Tears welled in her eyes, making her look utterly aggrieved.
"What was I supposed to do? Just sit back and watch oppa have a baby with that girl and live happily ever after?"
"...Even so, if you hate it that much, this isn't the way."
"Not the way? Oppa can protect the family you've always wanted, so you're fine. But I'm not."
Juyeon-hee pushed herself up. She clutched her lower back and grimaced.
Did I throw her too hard?
The worry didn't last. No spare attention while dismantling Juyeon-hee's twisted logic.
"For me, it's hell alive or dead. If I keep going like this, I'll see oppa cradling that girl's baby. Horrifying. I don't want to see it. But if I die? It'll hurt for a second now... but then I can finally be free."
"Hey."
"If I die, oppa will cry for me. Maybe even resent that girl. Because Shin Jae-eun got pregnant with your baby! That's why I died!"
"......"
My head throbbed. How the hell do you counter logic this insane?
"It's hell either way. So I'll pick my own hell."
Juyeon-hee looked ready to shove me aside and leap out that instant.
Now for real conversation. Time to persuade Juyeon-hee toward a path where she doesn't kill herself.
"...To me, both Aunt and you, Yeon-hee, are family. I can't lose either of you."
"Sure. That's oppa for you."
"What do you want, Yeon-hee? What does oppa have to do so you'll stay as family?"
"Everything Shin Jae-eun got, exactly the same."
Juyeon-hee's demand boiled down to one thing. She wanted the same treatment as Shin Jae-eun.
For example... a baby.
'She's the one actively wanting pregnancy. Kinda awkward.'
It was the total opposite of my old world. Well, genders were reversed here, so it made sense.
"......"
I hesitated on the pregnancy bit. Took a slow breath.
Juyeon-hee glared, clearly displeased by my pause.
"...See? Oppa only cares about that stranger in the end. Zero interest in me."
"You know that's not true. Yeon-hee is family too. Family I can't do without."
From Juyeon-woo's view, it was hard to say outright. Hesitation was natural.
In this situation, Juyeon-hee was the selfish one.
She scowled and tore at her hair. Whatever was eating her, she exploded.
"Family, family... I'm sick to death of that word!"
"......"
"I want something too. I want to have it too. But because of 'family', I have to suck it up. That girl didn't just snatch it for herself—she rubs it in my face!"
Suddenly, black aura began seeping from Juyeon-hee's body. It wasn't her usual color.
"...What's this?"
Even she didn't understand what was happening to her. Panic was plain on her face.
"Let's calm down first."
"Calm down?"
As I spoke, her aura churned violently. It rippled in sync with her growling tone.
The aura was reacting to her emotions.
"...Okay. I know what you want."
I attempted a calm conversation.
'I don't care.'
Juyeon-hee wants a baby? I can make that happen anytime.
You're the breadwinner anyway, not me.
'Scared of the responsibility, that's why no kids. Take that away, and I'm good with anything.'
Just don't get greedy about education. For the record, I have zero greed there.
Reap what you sow. Before obsessing over kid education, maybe parents should look inward first.
Cut down on pointless tutoring costs that way.
"I'll do it. Exactly what Aunt has."
I steeled my resolve. Conveyed it with my tone. With a determined face, I declared I'd grant her every wish.
"...Really...?"
Juyeon-hee's expression brightened for a split second. But only briefly. Shadow clouded it again.
She'd staged the suicide drama, but it wasn't sincere. She knew better than anyone it was just a childish tantrum.
Belatedly realizing her demand was outrageous.
Even so, I'd made up my mind. I'd impregnate Juyeon-hee.
'Body. I'm doing this.'
Bareback creampie sex was always welcome. No reason to stop a woman begging for my baby.
"......"
The black aura faded. Its intensity weakened, as if drained of power.
Definitely tied to her emotions.
'It's over. Juyeon-hee can't commit suicide now.'
She wouldn't anymore. Why?
In that earlier stunt, the nuke button was mine. Her suicide would've been my fault.
But not anymore.
Juyeon-woo had surrendered to her blackmail, agreed to her demands. No excuse left for suicide.
Any suicide now would be on her.
How much would Juyeon-woo grieve a selfish suicide like that?
I'd disarmed the terrorist. Completely neutralized the bomb.
I approached Juyeon-hee slowly.
"O-Oppa..."
I gently embraced her trembling body.
"It's okay."
What should I say? I scanned the NTR mangas stored in my head.
Combined various tags, recalled a fitting one, and pulled the lines.
"Sorry for not understanding your heart, Yeon-hee. Must've been so tough."
"......"
It wasn't mutual—it was one-sided. Comfort came first. I offered heartfelt consolation to our little sister Juyeon-hee, who'd only ever been on the losing end.
"Uu... Oppa... S-sorry... Sorry for being such a... sister..."