I won't show you
I won't show you
Tok tok— Jjeok!
I cracked an egg into a bowl and beat it.
I had finished all the kimchi stew in the morning, and since Kang Ji-eun, who would probably get off work after 7 o'clock, couldn't be asked to cook, I ended up preparing dinner myself.
Omurice.
It was a simple dish that everyone liked.
The smell of fried rice cooking in the frying pan filled the house.
"Smells good~"
Before I knew it, Kang Yu-na had come out of her room and was slowly approaching the kitchen.
Same as usual.
Seeing that, I felt a little relieved and replied casually.
"If you saw me, you could've helped."
"Too lazy. Isn't the slave supposed to do it?"
Yu-na clung to my back, resting her chin on my shoulder and giggling.
Her breasts pressed softly against me, and I felt her warm body heat through my back—suddenly, the sensation of having my face buried in her earlier on the sofa came rushing back.
'...Fuck.'
I shook my head slightly, shaking off the thought, and poured in the egg mixture.
Just then, I heard the front door open.
Jjeok—!
And without a single greeting, footsteps headed straight for her room.
Followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.
Kang Seo-ah must have come back from school.
For a moment, that scene tried to flicker in my mind again.
'Focus on cooking.'
I quickly turned my gaze back to the frying pan and folded the omurice.
I rolled it up neatly with the yolk still half-cooked, barely managing to pull myself together.
A little past 7 o'clock.
The front door opened again, and this time Kang Ji-eun walked in, looking tired.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back, noona."
"Eonni!"
Kang Ji-eun put down her bag and came into the kitchen.
Just then, I was plating the last omurice.
"Si-woo made dinner?"
"Yeah. Omurice okay with you?"
"More than okay."
Kang Ji-eun let out a small chuckle and gently patted my head.
Her soft, warm hand brushed through my hair.
"Thanks."
"...It's nothing."
Suddenly, the back of my neck tingled, and her scent reached my nose.
It smelled nice.
A moment later, Kang Ji-eun turned around, loosening her shirt slightly as she spoke.
"I'll go change my clothes. Call Seo-ah too. Let's eat together."
"Got it."
When Kang Ji-eun went into her room, I glanced over at Kang Yu-na.
Yu-na was leaning against the dining chair, looking at me and grinning again.
"This time, noona is—"
"Slave, deploy!"
"..."
Even though she must have witnessed what happened this morning... no, probably because she saw it.
The look on her face, scheming to send me to Kang Seo-ah again, was annoyingly smug.
"No, you should go call her. I cooked everything by myself—"
"Eonni told you to do it, didn't she? Gonna keep disobeying orders?!"
As I tried to argue back, Kang Yu-na raised an eyebrow and pressured me immediately.
She crossed her arms, naturally emphasizing her chest, and moved close until I had no choice but to back off.
"...Fine."
...She keeps using her body as a weapon, so I can't win.
'I'll just knock and call her from outside the door.'
I let out a deep sigh and took off the kitchen apron.
Kang Yu-na giggled as she pushed me out.
"Good boy, good slave. Go on, hurry~"
I walked down the hallway and stopped in front of Kang Seo-ah's room.
She should be awake now, so I figured I didn't need to go in—just knock.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Seo-ah, let's eat dinner. Noona's here too."
...
No answer from inside.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should go in.
After waiting a little, I knocked again.
Knock, knock—
"Seo-ah?"
Then.
This time, I heard a loud thump-thump from inside, like something had happened.
A frantic noise, like a desk or chair tipping over.
"Are—are you okay?! Can I come in?"
Worried it might be an emergency, I grabbed the doorknob and asked.
But immediately, Kang Seo-ah's voice burst from behind the door.
"Ah, I said I get it! Don't come in!! You stink!"
Her voice was sharper than usual, and she sounded out of breath.
Maybe she was still mad about this morning...
'...That's how she's always been.'
Knowing Kang Seo-ah's personality—she's always annoyed with me since puberty—I let it slide and added one more thing through the door.
"Yeah, come out soon."
Even though I understood, I couldn't help feeling a little hurt; my voice dropped in tone without me realizing.
Instead of answering, there was another thump, then the room went quiet again.
I didn't wait any longer and went back to the table.
Kang Yu-na was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, waiting for me.
She looked at my face and giggled again.
"Got kicked out again?"
"I didn't even get in."
"Ahaha—"
Even while sitting at the table, her heart kept pounding.
Earlier, when Kang Si-woo knocked on her door.
She really had a close call.
On the monitor, a large, detailed image showed Kang Si-woo embracing her from behind, thrusting deeply inside her—
And she had been watching that while rubbing her pussy with her hand inside her pants.
Remembering how, just as the door was about to open, she frantically stood up and knocked over the monitor while trying to turn it off, her face flushed again.
'What if oppa had come in without knocking...'
Kang Seo-ah sneaked glances at Kang Si-woo.
He was eating his omurice as if nothing was wrong, but his expression seemed a bit darker than usual.
Since she was almost always observing his face without him noticing, she could tell the difference.
Her shouting "Don't come in!! You stink!" earlier must have hurt him again.
Just then, Kang Ji-eun quietly asked Kang Seo-ah, who was looking gloomy.
"Seo-ah, are your drawings going well these days?"
"...!"
Startled, she almost dropped her spoon.
Her heart momentarily stopped, like a kid caught doing something wrong.
"Uh, yeah. So-so..."
Her voice came out shaky.
Kang Ji-eun nodded casually without a second thought, but Kang Seo-ah felt like she was about to break out in a cold sweat.
Drawing.
Drawing, huh?
What she was drawing right now... was a picture of her and oppa having sex.
Just then, Kang Si-woo cautiously spoke to her.
"Oh, then can you show me? What you're drawing these days."
As if trying to ease the awkwardness between them, he smiled more warmly than usual and asked.
That smile made her feel good—
But in an instant, the scene from the monitor flashed vividly in her mind.
A picture of oppa spreading her legs and shoving his huge dick inside her.
Her face moaning with her legs spread, and oppa's loving gaze as he looked at her...
"No. I won't show you."
The words came out sharper than she intended.
"...Alright."
Kang Si-woo's face momentarily fell.
Then he silently ate another spoonful of omurice.
Seeing that, guilt washed over her, and her chest ached.
She gripped her spoon tightly and lowered her head.
'...Idiot. Moron. Stupid bitch. Oppa was trying to talk to me nicely... and I hurt him again.'
Self-blame poured out inside her.
She hated this contradictory behavior—because of her desire for Kang Si-woo, she always ended up being sharp in front of him and pushing him away.
The guilt made the food impossible to swallow.
In the end, she was about to put down her spoon with most of her rice uneaten—
'...But oppa made this.'
She couldn't bear to leave it, so she quickly finished the omurice.
"...Thank you for the meal."
Kang Ji-eun and Kang Yu-na asked if something urgent came up, but she made a vague excuse about being busy, got up, and went into her room.
The moment she closed the door, tears welled up slightly.
Because she felt sorry for Kang Si-woo,
And because she hated herself for not having the courage.
Kang Seo-ah had gone into her room.
The air at the table suddenly grew heavy.
I put down my spoon and swallowed a quiet sigh.
I had a feeling from the moment I called her from outside the door, but as expected, she was still mad at me.
Kang Ji-eun was staring at me from across the table.
Her face was expressionless as usual, but her eyes seemed a little softer.
Kang Yu-na, sitting next to me, turned her body to look this way.
Her face wasn't playful anymore; she looked a little flustered as she spoke.
"...Kang Si-woo."
Yu-na gently poked my arm.
"Even if Seo-ah acts like that... it doesn't mean she dislikes you. You know how much Seo-ah likes you."
"...Does it look that way?"
When I answered with a bitter smile, Kang Yu-na nodded.
"Yeah. Since puberty, she's been especially sensitive only with you... that's just because Seo-ah is awkward and shy. Even when she acts cold to you, she's actually really concerned about you, you know."
Noona Kang Ji-eun quietly added a word.
"Right. Seo-ah just doesn't know how to express herself. Don't let it get to you, Si-woo. I'll talk to her separately later."
The warm words from my two noonas seemed to ease a corner of my heart.
But at the same time, the words I heard outside Seo-ah's door earlier—"You stink!"—kept lingering in my mind.
"..."
I don't think I smell, though.
Looking at the omurice left on my plate, I recalled that Seo-ah had cleaned her plate of the omurice even though she'd left some rice.
...Was she trying to show she cared?
I wasn't sure, but I decided to believe Kang Ji-eun and Kang Yu-na that she didn't hate me.
"Yeah."
I finished my plate and put down my spoon.
Thanks to Kang Ji-eun and Kang Yu-na's comfort, my heart had settled a little, but it still felt heavy in one corner.
After a little while, when everyone had finished eating, Kang Ji-eun quietly got up and started clearing the empty dishes.
She picked up my plate and tilted her head slightly.
"Si-woo, if you're tired, go ahead and rest first. I'll wash the dishes."
"No, I'll do it with you."
"It's fine. You made dinner tonight."
She said gently, patting my head one more time.
Her touch was unusually warm, and oddly enough, it made my heart feel even more complicated.
Kang Yu-na, now back to her bright voice beside me, added:
"I'll try to soothe Seo-ah later. You rest today."
"...Thanks."
For the first time in a while, it wasn't teasing but genuine care. I got up and went into my room.
I closed the door and flopped onto the bed.
Maybe because the tension had released, sleep came crashing down.