Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Exposed to the Twin Little Sister Who Learned the Truth (2)
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The house was quiet. Was no one home?
‘Shoes are in the shoe rack, though?’
No, someone was home. Everyone was inside. And yet it was still quiet. They must have heard the door lock beep.
“I’m home.”
My legs trembled as I dragged them across the floor to greet whoever was there. No response.
I headed awkwardly to my room and changed into comfy clothes. When I stepped out dressed, Aunt was there.
“Have fun? How was the Hero Tournament?”
“Not sure. The second-years’ matches were definitely flashier and stronger, but... hm.”
If I had to write down my impressions, there wasn’t much to say. Maybe because their level didn’t feel that high. Or because I figured I’d reach that point someday?
Aunt nodded like she understood.
“That can happen. Truth be told, even I didn’t know much at that age.”
“You see things differently later on?”
“All I could see was which kids had promising talent. Can’t scout just anyone, you know.”
Heroes didn’t work solo. They had to form teams.
Groups of heroes turned into teams, and teams into clans once they corporatized. Everyone was desperate to join a good clan.
Han-seol knew all about clans too. She had lists of ones she wanted to join, couldn’t, or wouldn’t fit in.
Her drive was insane.
‘That’s what makes her reliable. Feels like she’ll take responsibility no matter what and keep me fed.’
I dreamed of being a housewife. Clean a bit, cook a bit, live leisurely. Wasn’t that everyone’s dream?
Adding kids would ramp up the workload, sure...
But raising my own brats? It’d be tough, but rewarding. Living off Han-seol’s earnings while raising them. How blissful.
‘And banging other women on the side sometimes.’
A laugh bubbled up. My lips twitched on their own.
Aunt stared at me grinning.
“Something good happen?”
“...No, nothing like that...”
“With Han-seol? Things going well?”
“......”
It was an open secret. The thing between Han-seol and me.
From Aunt’s view, she’d seen us together since we were kids, so she probably figured it wasn’t weird if we hooked up.
‘She knows and still fucks her nephew. What a woman.’
No guilt at all? Face like steel plating.
Or maybe she felt justified. Her youth wasted on the twins, so she was claiming compensation however she could.
It lined up with why this body let her have her way. Sure, I’d have given in even without the rape excuse if she asked nicely.
Couldn’t say that, though. Had to play victim to the end.
I brushed off her question, and she chuckled, patting my butt.
“Too embarrassing to tell your aunt?”
“......”
She even kneaded it outright. Her touch was lewd. With Juyeon-hee home, this was basically groping in the open.
I shoved her hand away desperately. Hard, like shaking her off.
“...We agreed only at night.”
“Not anymore.”
“Huh?”
I couldn’t parse her words.
‘It’s our deal, you crazy bitch.’
Not like she was sex-crazed. Why so casual with Juyeon-hee possibly catching us?
‘Wait, no. She might be enjoying it.’
Getting caught was only bad for Juyeon-woo. Big bro didn’t want sis seeing him bang Aunt.
Aunt didn’t care if Juyeon-hee found out.
That manga title with Aunt and Juyeon-hee—My Brother Clings to Mother—meant she’d find out eventually. No clue when, but...
The body would guide things. I’d just act accordingly. Acting to keep body control.
I furrowed my brow, glaring at Aunt and pinching her hand.
“...At night. Nighttime.”
Firm, with a warning not to cross the line.
She nodded like she got it and pulled back.
“So nighttime’s okay?”
“That’s the deal.”
“Right. To repay your aunt’s lost ten years, you’re lending me your body.”
“......?”
Why spell out what we both knew? And what was with her hyped-up vibe?
I didn’t dwell. Just let it slide.
Aunt kept going, giggling.
“Thanks to you, Juyeon-woo, I’ve been so happy lately.”
“...Good to hear.”
“Your efforts kept ‘us’ as a family.”
“...You drunk, Aunt?”
Slurring? No booze smell.
She shook her head, admitting she was sober.
“I’m fine. Clear-headed.”
“Then why? You’re acting weird.”
“Just... seeing you made me wanna say it.”
“......?”
I shrugged it off.
“Eaten dinner? Bit late, but I can make some if not.”
“I ate.”
“Oh?”
“You? With Han-seol?”
“...Yeah.”
Lied. We split right after the Hero Tournament.
Dinner was with Eum Ji-hye. She’d clumsily set the table and fed me.
“Okay then. Go rest.”
“......”
Uneasy, I headed back to my room.
“Phew. Been a while...”
Sat at my desk, booted the PC. Surfing, gaming, enjoying the holiday.
But it wasn’t fun.
Lost interest in games. Scores and tiers felt pointless.
Late night. Shut down, lay in bed. Lights off, then a knock. Aunt.
She came in like it was natural. Same routine since we agreed. On her nights, I had to provide.
I was always game.
“Juyeon-woo, asleep?”
“...No.”
“Possible tonight too?”
“......”
Yeah. Busy day with Geum Tae-yeon and Eum Ji-hye—mouth, pussy, whatever—but balls made more sperm. Lust boiled up again.
Aunt climbed onto the bed. Thin nightie, nearly see-through lingerie. Bit much for a house with a nephew.
She yanked off my blanket, hand diving into my pants.
Anyone watching would think I’d handed it over. So bold, natural.
“Aunt...”
“Yeah? What’s up? Wanna say something?”
“...I feel bad for Han-seol.”
She knows we’re together—want this? My roundabout way.
Aunt replied shamelessly, unfazed.
“It’s fine. I’m just borrowing your dick. Not stopping you two from dating. Date around all you want. I never got to, raising you twins.”
“......”
Family burden young. No freewheeling romance like peers.
So her experience was limited.
Pointed out, I had nothing to say. Body shut my mouth.
“...Sorry.”
“Nothing for you to apologize for. Someone else needs to.”
“...Feels like I was the mistake...”
Playing pitiful. Puppy eyes at her.
She stroked my cheek.
This the hand that was just on my dick?
‘...Nope.’
Good, dick hand still in pants. No sign of leaving.
“You’re no sinner. Adults fucked up. Not you.”
Sincere or fake? Her sweet, trembling voice made it hard to tell.
Wriggling hand in pants didn’t help.
“I’m glad you chose me over your real dad. Blood’s thicker than water, but you valued seed and time more.”
She sidled up, lay beside me.
“That repays my youth.”
“......”
“No blood tie, but you’re my nephews. Juyeon-woo, Juyeon-hee. My brother’s kids. Thanks for growing up well, Juyeon-woo.”
Her thumb rubbed my glans wildly. Precum oozed.
She lowered her head slowly. Lips approaching.
“...K-Kiss is a bit...”
“Still haven’t with Han-seol? First kiss?”
“...Not that.”
Should I say how far with Han-seol? No body block, so probably okay.
“First kiss with Han-seol?”
“......”
“Then it’s fine with me.”
“...We haven’t kissed till now.”
“You wouldn’t let me. I held back.”
No holding back now? No intention to?
Ridiculous.
She pursed her lips, closing in. I pulled back; she grabbed my head, fixing it. Dead serious.
“Juyeon-woo, hate your aunt?”
“...N-No...”
“Then let’s kiss. Like when you were a baby.”
“This isn’t a baby kiss...!”
“Adult kisses are like this.”
No escape. Her tongue pried my lips.
*Smack, smack. Slurp-!
“Mmgh...”