Chapter 18
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Skinship
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"......"
"......"
I lay collapsed on the bed, my hands bound by Geumbi noona.
She stared at me, swallowing hard over and over.
I could tell she wanted to say something—her lips parted several times, only to stop short.
But her gaze... never once left my face.
"J-Jigu."
"Yeah."
The moment Geumbi noona finally called my name.
Maybe it was the feel of her thighs, calves, and butt pressing down on me as she straddled me.
My groin twitched and jerked involuntarily.
"Eek...!"
"N-No, noona. You know this, right? It's just an unavoidable reflex."
"Ugh, yeah. That's... what we agreed to think."
We're screwed.
She'd understood it as pure instinct back in the living room.
But now that we were on the bed, suspicion seemed to creep back in. She kept glancing suspiciously at my crotch, her guard up higher than ever.
"I... trust you, Jigu."
"Y-Yeah. Th-Thanks, noona."
Her eyes said she didn't believe me at all.
She had both my wrists pinned together, straddling me to seal off any movement.
And yet, Geumbi noona insisted with her words that she trusted me... or wanted to.
'This suspicion is totally unfounded. I swear I haven't had those kinds of thoughts about noona....'
Any excuses I came up with now would ring hollow in my head.
Meanwhile, Geumbi noona alternated glances between my groin and my face, took a deep breath, and continued.
"But... I don't want to ignore the problem at hand just because I trust you."
"Ugh."
"You know it too, right, Jigu? I can't just take your word for it and let you go here."
Things had escalated this far—I had no choice but to nod.
I'd gotten obscenely hard while hugging her, it hadn't gone down even after coming up to my room, and on top of that, I'd spouted some nonsense about "teaching her about guys."
'Geumbi noona's actually been pretty lenient. Normally, she'd have kicked me in the balls by now, and I wouldn't even have grounds to complain.'
I gave in easily, and she seemed slightly relieved, loosening her grip a bit.
But she didn't get off my stomach. Instead, she moved her hands to my chest, caressing the area around my heart.
"Jigu... your heart's pounding like crazy."
"It has been since earlier. You too... right, noona?"
"Heh, yeah. Both of us... since back then."
Maybe to lighten the mood, she brought up what happened in the living room.
Our bodies pressed together, hands so close we could feel each other's heartbeats, refusing to pull away.
Reliving that sense of reassurance, perhaps—Geumbi noona leaned down, pressing her ear right against my chest.
"N-Noona?"
"Just for a sec... this calms it down."
She hunched over, focusing on my heartbeat.
Thump-thump, ba-dum ba-dum, pound-pound-pound. Even without listening, it felt like the rhythm was growing louder, and I gulped repeatedly.
I wondered if all the saliva in my mouth would slide down my throat at this rate.
That's when Geumbi noona tilted her eyes upward to look at my face.
"Jigu."
"Yeah."
"One more time."
"Okay... ask away?"
"If we'd just parted ways in the living room like that, what were you gonna do about... down there?"
Regaining a bit of composure, Geumbi noona returned to the main topic.
My stance hadn't changed, though. I scratched my head with my now-free hands and explained.
"Look, noona. Guys... we don't have to release every time we get hard."
"Huh? R-Really?"
"Yeah. If it worked that way, every guy who got hard in public would get hauled off as a pervert."
"Eh? Guys... get hard in places like that?"
"N-Not randomly, no. It was just an example, an example."
I soothed her as she veered into weird territory, explaining logically step by step.
Smart as she was, Geumbi noona pondered briefly and got it right away.
"So... if I just leave yours alone, it'll go down on its own?"
"Of course."
"But... why's it still getting bigger right now?"
"Eek?!"
"It's weird. According to you, it should've gone down by now, but down there... it's been like that since we were on the first floor."
She seemed clueless about guys, but she sure knew how to poke where it hurt.
I couldn't brush this off with empty words anymore. Covering my eyes with my arm, I confessed honestly.
"It's 'cause I've been horny nonstop."
"...Huh?"
"I mean, it's 'cause noona keeps turning me on...!"
"Wha? Huh? Eek?!"
Peeking through a small gap, I saw Geumbi noona's face flushed bright red.
I couldn't tell if it was from all the skinship since the first floor or my words right now.
Either way, seeing her like that made my erection even less likely to fade.
"Anyway, if we separate, it'll settle down on its own. Nothing for you to worry about... like that."
"A-Ah, u-uh, yeah. Got it."
I finally sorted out what I wanted to say and spread my arms wide.
I still didn't have the courage to meet her eyes, so I kept staring at the ceiling.
I let out a deep breath into the empty air, and only then did the lump in my chest finally dissolve.
About fifteen seconds passed before Geumbi noona spoke.
"But y'know, Jigu."
"Yeah?"
"When we head back... you'll be sleeping next to Sujeong unnie, right?"
"Uh, yeah. That's right."
"And you can still calm down like that? Won't it make you even more excited?"
"......!"
Just how far was this noona planning to push this?
I was dumbfounded, but it wasn't something I could flatly deny, so I clamped my mouth shut and slapped my palm over my eyes.
Geumbi noona watched me for a while, falling silent again.
A heavier, stickier silence than in the living room hung in the air—until the tips of her fingers brushed my thigh.
"Hic?"
"Y'know, Jiguuu."
"Yeah, noona."
"I think... we can't leave without taking care of this."
"...Why's that?"
"'Cause Sujeong unnie's passed out drunk in your room, and if I'm gone too... who knows what kinda accident might happen."
"......What about handling it in the bathroom or something?"
"Bathroom door's broken. What if the little ones wake up and need to pee midway?"
I racked my brains for a compromise, but she shot it down flat.
Even as she did, her fidgeting fingers had slipped between my thighs... right up to my crotch.
'But... there's a bathroom on the second floor too, noona?'
The little ones wouldn't come all the way down to the first-floor bathroom in the middle of the night even if they woke up.
The retort rose to my throat, but her unrelenting touch kept my lips sealed.
"Jigu."
"Yeah... say it."
"No choice. This is... all for our family."
"Yeah... right."
"......"
"......"
We didn't meet each other's eyes.
I stared at the ceiling while she fixed hers on the bedsheets—just our legs and fingers acknowledging each other.
Until her fingertips crawled over and touched my twitching groin.
The moment her nail grazed it, I gulped so loudly it echoed in the room.
"......Should I... help you out, Jigu?"
Geumbi noona finally said it.
The thing I'd thought would never happen, the absurd impossibility.
And yet... deep in my chest, a spark ignited in my heart, resounding softly across the bed.
"......"
"......"
"...How would you help?"
"...With my hand, just over your clothes... a little rubbing."
Asking her how was my last shred of conscience—or reason?
Probably neither. If either were left, I'd have shoved her hand away ages ago.
"Please... noona."
My trembling lips refused to give the right answer to the end.
What slipped out was something that never should have.
But that sweet, seductive tone made Geumbi noona bite her lip and place her right hand on my crotch.
"......Eek!"
"......Hic."
It was just the fabric of my pants touching her, but she shuddered in surprise.
That tremor traveled through her fingers, bringing a strange pleasure instead—and I let out a groan too faint to hear.
Yeah, way too faint to hear.
So Geumbi noona glancing over here must've been pure coincidence.
Our eyes meeting right now? A hundred percent coincidence.
"A-Ah, um... Jiguuu."
"Y-Yeah, wh-what... noona?"
"I-Is this... okay?"
"A-Ah, yeah. Feels... good."
What the hell was I saying to my own sister?
What was she grabbing and asking about on her little brother?
Maybe because it was so dark, none of our actions on the bed made any sense.
In the hush between us, only our sensitively pressed skin resumed its slow movement.
Her hand—the one that used to make my heart explode just from holding it—now stroked my crotch.
I stared at the ceiling again, determined not to let my eyes drift downward.
Praying Geumbi noona was doing the same.
Praying her trembling gaze stayed fixed on the bedsheets like before.
'Don't look at my face like this. Look away, noona.'
My chin burning hot? Must be my imagination.
My throat parched, her gaze stinging my cheek? All in my head.
Just like my shameless groin heaving under noona's touch.
I convinced myself this was all a dream, covered my mouth, and tried not to let a single moan escape.
"Haa...!"
"Ugh, hic...!"
I tried, but if the world went my way, we wouldn't have ended up like this.
She must've heard my moan clearly, yet pretended not to and kept moving her hand.
We had to head to work in the morning.
Uncharacteristically for her, there was no sign she'd fall asleep tonight.