Chapter 36
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: The Three Siblings' Perceptiveness
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"This smell feels so familiar... What was it again?"
Sujeong noona tilted her head side to side, sniffing the air.
Since we'd lingered on the bed for a while after finishing, the thick scent of semen wafted subtly throughout the room.
'Even so, I can't exactly tell her the truth...'
I exchanged a quick glance with Geumbi noona behind Sujeong noona's back.
We hastily agreed to come up with some excuse before the suspicion deepened.
"Oh, unnie. Actually, Jigu and I were eating snacks... Maybe that's the smell?"
"Snacks? What kind?"
"Uh, well... chestnuts, yokan?"
"You two were sharing yokan all buddy-buddy? Why?"
"Why? Just because. Jigu said I'd been working hard, so he wanted to treat me... haha."
Geumbi noona did her best to chatter on, but the excuse was pretty flimsy.
'Yokan isn't something we particularly love... Should've said chestnut-flavored ice cream instead.'
Our generation might know it, but the idea of siblings loving yokan flavor was pretty out there.
Naturally, Sujeong noona tilted her head with half-lidded eyes.
"Jigu treated you? ...Just you, Geumbi?"
"Ah, uh-huh. Jigu said a friend from Japan only brought a few as gifts, so there weren't many... Right?"
"Y-yeah, that's right. If there'd been enough, I'd have shared with you, Sujeong noona, and the others too, but there was barely any. So I just called over Geumbi noona since she was around."
"Hee~ I see? Hng~."
Call it luck, but Sujeong noona wasn't fixated on the fact that we'd shared yokan.
Her suspicion zeroed in on why it was Geumbi noona of all people who got treated. My natural chime-in seemed to make her reluctantly buy it... or so I thought.
"You two think I'm an idiot?"
"Eek?!"
"Wh-what?"
Sujeong noona planted her hands on her hips and stared at Geumbi noona and me in turn with utter disbelief.
Geumbi noona gulped in shock, while I stammered in panic. Neither of us could stop Sujeong noona from closing in step by step.
"Fine, I'll buy that you ate a rare gift just the two of you. But... if there was so little, how'd the smell spread like this?"
"Eh?"
"Huh?"
"Yokan doesn't have a strong scent anyway. Why not just admit you wanted to eat something tasty alone?"
With that, Sujeong noona shot me a hurt look and Geumbi noona a sharp glare of annoyance.
She'd missed the mark entirely, but under the relentless grilling, Geumbi noona caved first.
"S-sorry, unnie. You know how I often talk things over with Jigu? We just ended up eating it all while chatting."
"Oh? Was Jigu's share tasty?"
"Eh? Oh, the yokan...? Yeah, it was decent."
"What'd it feel like?"
"Huh? Uh... soft, chewy, but kinda firm when you touch it...? Haha."
She'd caved, but Sujeong noona didn't let up the pressure.
Geumbi noona scratched her cheek, improvising a description of yokan she'd probably never even tried.
'But... is she even talking about food? She's describing the texture in your hand way too much.'
I didn't think so, but it still made my chest twinge uncomfortably.
Maybe because Sujeong noona was inching toward me, even though she was talking to Geumbi noona.
"If it smelled this strong, the flavor must've been intense too. How was it?"
"F-full of chestnut flavor~. It melted in my mouth so smoothly."
"Really? You like strong flavors, so it must've hit the spot. You drowned that omelet rice in ketchup this morning too, right?"
"Y-yeah. So maybe that's why Jigu gave it just to me? Haha."
"...Yokan doesn't come with sauce, does it?"
"Hngk?! Of course not. Who puts sauce on yokan? Heh..."
As the questions dragged on, Geumbi noona started glancing toward the door.
She clearly wanted to bolt, and I was hitting my limit too. I turned to Sujeong noona.
"B-but noona, why were you looking for me?"
"Oh~ The changing room door on the first floor. When are you fixing it?"
"Ah! Sorry, I meant to during cleaning last weekend... but I forgot."
"Why? You said you'd clean Saturday and fix it Sunday."
"Yeah... but Sunday, I just... forgot."
"Hng~?"
It hit me.
Last Sunday, Geumbi noona had dragged me off, grilled me, made me do laundry, and roped me into that weird promise—no room for other thoughts.
She probably wasn't asking knowing that, but Sujeong noona eyed my face with the same half-lidded suspicion she'd given Geumbi noona.
"Anyway, noona? I'll fix it quick during the week."
"Thanks. Hwayeon's been complaining to me, scared you'll mess up again."
"What?! No, that's...!"
"Hehe, kidding, obviously. But you should finish tasks on time, so I came to remind you."
"Yeah, got it. I'll keep that in mind, noona."
I nodded, and Sujeong noona twirled a lock of hair around her finger, smiling happily.
It was a far cry from the unchanging stare she'd given Geumbi noona despite all her rambling, but for now, I breathed easier seeing Sujeong noona's mood improve.
"You two got more to talk about here?"
"Uh, yeah. We weren't done."
"Got it. I'll head down first. Take your time~."
The storm had passed, and its eye strode over the threshold.
But she didn't fully retreat—she crooked a finger at me, hand outstretched.
"Huh? Wh-what?"
"Gimme the trash. The yokan wrappers—I’ll toss 'em on my way down."
"Ah...? No, noona. We'll handle the trash."
"It's fine. Hwayeon's on trash duty anyway? Since she's slacking, I figured I'd hand 'em over with a scolding."
"No, really, it's okay..."
"Why fuss over trash? Acting like you're in dire straits without it?"
"Eek?!"
Now I had no idea.
Was Sujeong noona toying with us knowingly, or still probing with suspicions?
All I had to give was the tissue in my back pocket... which I absolutely couldn't hand over.
'What do I do? Help, Geumbi noona...!'
I shot her a half-resigned plea for aid. Geumbi noona hesitated, then lunged to link arms with Sujeong noona.
"More importantly, unnie! I'm about to shower—wanna join? It's been a while."
"A bath...? You always freak out when I suggest it."
"Wh-when did I...? And sure, I was surprised, but I went in every time, right?"
"True... But didn't you say you had stuff to talk about with Jigu?"
"Nah, nothing big! We can chat later, hehe."
"Hng~ Okay. Clean up after yourselves then, Jigu?"
"Y-yeah! Have fun, noonas... Phew."
Once they vanished down the stairs, I finally rubbed my pounding chest.
An unannounced raid, but we'd held the line pretty well, I patted my shoulder.
'That doorknob... Gotta fix it by tomorrow for real.'
Thinking back, that thing was the root cause of this mess. I firmly noted it in my phone memo so I wouldn't forget.
'But... couldn't she have said this before bed? Why come all the way to Geumbi noona's room?'
A flicker of doubt crossed my mind as I typed, but airing out the room and ditching the tissue took priority. Action first.
...In hindsight, I should've suspected Sujeong noona even half as much as she suspected us.
Anyone normal knows snack smells don't fill a room like that.
That night, Sujeong noona dragged me to the changing room, tying my feet once more.
"H-hey, noona? What's up in the dead of night...?"
"Jigu, what exactly were you doing in Geumbi's room?"
"Eek?!"
Somewhere between one and two in the morning.
After confirming Geumbi noona was fully asleep, Sujeong noona woke me and hauled me outside.
The air heading to the changing room felt oppressively heavy. I tried playing it cool, but the moment the door shut, she cut straight to it.
"You really think I'm a fool?"
"Wh-what do you...?"
"No way a mere snack scent fills the whole room like that."
"Ugh..."
"And it was the exact same smell as what you got on my pants the other day."
"Hng...!"
Noona had me cornered in one move.
Logically, no escape; physically, her presence pinned me down.
Step by step, she advanced.
Backed against the bathroom door, I swallowed hard. Sujeong noona reached toward my face, then...
"Whoa?! N-noona?"
"This is definitely where the smell came from."
She dropped her hand midway, pointing below my navel to my crotch.
Her fingers didn't even graze my pants, but the pressure felt stronger than Geumbi noona's grip.
"Got anything to say, Yang Jigu?"
"...Nothing, ma'am."
Her anger made it clear why she and Geumbi noona were sisters.
Sujeong noona's usual gentle face made her current glare slice even deeper.
"After all I've said... you still went and did that with Geumbi..."
"M-misunderstanding! Just like we talked about, I didn't lay a finger on Geumbi noona."
"Alone in her room, doing something that'd make that smell spread?"
"Th-that was... But really, I never touched Geumbi noona's body."
Too many guilty bits to spill everything, but this much I could swear to.
I'd never touched Geumbi noona's breasts, butt, or any sensitive spots.
'At most, I petted her head and held hands. Everything else was her touching me.'
Saying that might get Geumbi noona grilled instead, so I clamped my mouth shut.
Sujeong noona narrowed her eyes to crescent moons, watching me balance truth and loyalty.
"Doesn't look like you're lying."
"B-because it's true."
"But evidence doesn't lie. The circumstances are too damning."
"...The world's unpredictable. Couldn't there be other possibilities?"
"Like?"
"...Like I was secretly jerking off in Geumbi noona's room and got caught by her? Agh!"
Her hand brushed my waist, then viciously pinched my side.
I bit my lip hard to stifle a scream as she squeezed and twisted.
"Is that what you should be saying? I let the Hwayeon thing slide as an accident, but this?"
"Y-you asked for examples... Just saying it could've happened, ugh."
"Did I ask about some random guy? I'm asking about you and Geumbi—how's that sound?"
"...I'd think it was true, ow!"
"You know that and still say it? Unbelievable...!"
Yeah, it was insane.
Jerking off in her room—not even mine—and getting caught by her.
Enough to fill the room with the smell, no less.
'Sujeong noona's just pinching because it's her. Geumbi noona would've kicked my legs out, Hwayeon would've slapped me.'
Was this a silver lining in disaster?
Or should I beg the surprisingly strong-gripped Sujeong noona now?
As tears welled from the pain, she grimaced but released me.
"Why are you like this? I told you not to."
"No, that came out wrong. The jerking off thing was a misunderstanding... Eek?"
"Not Geumbi. Not any of the others. If you need it... I'll take it off for you."
"Huh? No, noona? Sujeong noona?!"
I figured she'd stopped the violence and move to lecturing.
But Sujeong noona's actions blew past all expectations.
"Is this... not enough?"
Right before my eyes, she shrugged off her top.
Lights were on despite the night, revealing her bare midriff—and no bra underneath.
Sujeong noona's bare chest was fully exposed to me, no curtain between us.
Last time, she'd had her back turned, so this was my first frontal view of her breasts.
"D-don't stare so blatantly. This isn't for your enjoyment..."
"Ah, uh, sorry..."
Caught gawking, she shyly covered her chest with her arms.
But those ample curves couldn't be fully hidden, and hunching only accentuated them more.
"Anyway... just do it with me. No funny business with the others."
"N-noona. That really wasn't—Eek?!"
"If you need it, you can hug me like last time."
With that, she took another step closer.
We were already arm's reach; her body pressed flush against mine.
Looking down, her cleavage stood out even more.
Sujeong noona slowly unwrapped her arms from her chest, encircled my waist, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Not just tonight... anytime you want, Jigu. I'll do this for you."
"Ugh...!"
I felt it again.
Our noonas must be blood sisters—they're so alike.
The same offer I'd heard before echoed in the changing room.
I raised my hands like a surrender, desperate not to touch her myself.
One more step, one single misstep, and my last thread of reason would snap.