Chapter 60
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Sex
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In a fit of anger, I pounced on my little sister.
I was shaken up myself, but I could see the eyes of the girl pinned beneath me trembling intensely.
'She started it first... damn.'
She'd insisted it was just talk, that there was no need to get physical, tried to talk me out of it.
Yet she'd gone ahead and rubbed my forearm, poked my side, and eventually stroked my ass cheek and inner thigh.
Only when her tiny hand gripped my fully swollen crotch did Hwayeon finally realize I'd been holding back.
But now it was far too late to back out.
I wasn't some noble gentleman who could just take being mounted by his younger sister without retaliating.
"O-Oppa? C-Calm down... I went too far with the teasing earlier, ah?!"
"Teasing? You think grabbing your oppa's dick like that is just teasing?"
"O-Oppa? It's touching you down there now...! You know I'm only wearing this robe, right?"
"Yeah, barely a robe draped over you. What were you thinking, messing with me like that? Even if we might not share blood, were you deliberately trying to seduce me?"
"I-It wasn't like I was that committed. I just thought it was a good opportunity. I told you, chances like this don't come often, so since we're here, maybe a little with our bodies too... eek?!"
Sure enough.
As I pinned her down and pressed her, Hwayeon spilled her hidden intentions.
The moment I caught her admission that she'd been the one craving it first, I yanked the sash at her waist.
The half-tied ribbon came undone loosely with a soft slide.
It didn't look pitch black, but the fabric around her navel had definitely shifted aside.
I could feel it every time our lower bodies brushed.
The texture was different from before.
"Oppa?! I-It came loose. Down there, it's loose—no, don't...!"
"Don't what? Isn't this what you were expecting when you provoked me?"
"N-No, b-but... I didn't think you'd actually go this far, urgh?!"
"You provoked me but didn't expect this? You grabbed me between the legs and didn't think it'd swell up? You've been drinking, but this isn't drunk driving."
"Ah, th-that's... I don't knowww.... I told you I don't have a license."
"You're always slipping out of it like that, aren't you?"
I brought my face close, glaring sharply as I cornered Hwayeon.
As I pointed out each of her actions one by one, she had nothing to say—her tightly pressed lips just twitched.
I stared at her intently... then, holding both her hands with one of mine, stroked her cheek with the other.
"Eek?! O-Oppaa?"
"Yang Hwayeon, tell me clearly. What do you want right now?"
"Wha? What, what?"
"Common sense says after touching me this much, you couldn't guarantee nothing would happen. I kept insisting it was just talk."
"Ah, b-but, but..."
"Last chance. Where exactly is your line?"
If she were any normal girl, she'd have been swept up in the mood and gone for it by now.
But considering our over twenty years together, I gave her one final opportunity.
I couldn't stop anymore, so at least let's set the boundaries clearly.
Otherwise, even I didn't know what choice I'd make right in front of her.
I declared it with my eyes, my breath, my voice.
For 3 seconds, 5, maybe 10, Hwayeon agonized beneath my gaze, teeth clenched.
Whether she was trying to draw the line in or push it out, I couldn't tell.
But her blurted response made the whole process irrelevant.
"All the way...... Do it with me. I'm honestly curious. We've come this far, and I don't think we'll get another chance like this..."
Her hands were held by mine, so as a fallback, Hwayeon squeezed her eyes shut to hide her expression.
But closing her own eyes didn't blind mine.
Outside was pitch-black night, the room shrouded in utter darkness without a single light.
Yet in my eyes, Hwayeon's flushed face, the jaw trembling with her breaths, and those red lips quivering in anticipation amid it all were crystal clear.
I just had to steal them.
My lips moved before my head could catch up.
"Hng?! Mmph, Oppa...... Mm!"
Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Hwayeon clamped her lips shut.
But the moment she tried to protest, her soft lips parted with a whimper, invaded by my tongue.
Hwayeon's lips against mine were moist, soft, and slightly warm.
The sensation at the tip of my tongue delving inside let me feel her burning emotions plainly.
"Th-this is a kiss... mmph. Oppa, ha, nooo... chu."
The occasional words signaled resistance.
But Hwayeon didn't turn her head away even once, didn't kick me off or twist away to escape.
If it was just because I'd pinned her hands, I'd have no defense.
Here, for the first time, I acted selfishly, interpreting her actions purely to satisfy my desires.
"Chu, ha. Is this your first kiss, Hwayeon?"
"Hng, y-yeah... haa. What do I do? Oppa stole my first kiss."
"You wanted it too. Who was the one teasing me all this time?"
"I-I didn't permit this much. I wasn't planning to kiss... Hng, what now."
"What now? Enjoy it like you wanted."
"En-enjoy...? How... mmph?"
Hwayeon seemed like it was her first time at a motel, her first kiss, probably her first time pressing bodies with a guy.
To teach my cute little sister the true pleasure of a kiss, I gave her just enough breath and dove back in, tangling our tongues.
We'd pecked plenty as kids, but sticky lip-locks and deep, intense tongue play? Never.
Hwayeon couldn't open her eyes, overwhelmed by slight embarrassment, normal shyness, and the extreme humiliation of tangling tongues with her own oppa—tears welled up.
"Ah, chup. Hn, it feels weird... hng."
"Open your mouth more. Stick out your tongue comfortably and leave it to oppa."
"D-Don't say oppa... it feels so weird, mmph. Ha, chu, chuuup...."
Her voice quivered like she might cry, but watching her obey by opening her mouth and offering her tongue...
A twitch came from below, and I shook off stray thoughts to focus even harder on the kiss.
No clock in the room, phone on the nightstand drawer.
Couldn't check the time, but it felt like our kiss lasted 5 to 10 minutes.
Even lovers probably wouldn't kiss this long after climbing into bed.
But we were siblings who shouldn't be doing this, so we clung desperately, as if staking everything on this kiss as proof of affection.
Maybe it was less affection and more unleashing hidden desires.
What mattered was both of us harbored great fear of taking the next step.
Rational resistance, emotional hesitation.
The ethics ingrained over a lifetime, plus the feelings built from living together—they hindered that final step.
As our long, long kiss ended and our eyes met.
We both sensed that if either spoke, the heat in the bed would cool instantly.
So.
Therefore.
Thus.
We said nothing, kissing again and shedding our entwined clothes like snakeskin under the covers.
"Chu, haa... Oppa, chu."
"Hwayeon... haa, chu."
Calling each other's names didn't count as words.
That voice, tone, breaths mixed in—they were no different from heated moans.
Our relationship hadn't changed at all.
Yet as we stripped, we writhed as if casting off every bond around us.
Before long, the naked siblings... no, man and woman faced each other under the blanket.
"Phehe... heh. Hn, ha, haa...."
"Hoo, ha...... Haaaa."
We'd talked big, but only I had been busy fussing.
Unlike me, fully dressed top to bottom, Hwayeon's robe slipped off with arms spread.
Of course, my grip on her wrists naturally loosened in the process.
No need to restrain anymore. We both instinctively knew we'd gone too far to run, escape, or refuse.
Was it the AC breeze? Moonlight slipped through the shaking curtains for a moment.
Fleetingly, I glimpsed Hwayeon's flushed face. My gaze dropped to her fully exposed body below, and she shyly pulled the blanket up to cover under her chest.
That serendipitous light didn't return.
But I'd etched Hwayeon's alluring nude into my eyes, groaning as I lowered my head and drew a deep breath.
After a while like that, Hwayeon calmed too and met my eyes again.
In gazes deeper than the darkness, drawing us in, we silently imprinted ourselves in each other's pupils.
"Oppa... can I ask one thing?"
"...What?"
"You said it before. This feels really good. If it's with someone you lo-love..."
"Yeah, I did."
"Then... even just for a moment, right now... do you love me?"
Plop.
Her freed hand touched my cheek.
We'd fought fiercely sometimes, even taken slaps from her.
But this was too tender for violence.
Too piercing for a mere caress.
"Does love mean it doesn't matter how?"
"How...? Like as family, little sister... that kind?"
"Yeah. If you hate it, I'll see you just as a woman."
"......No, don't. I didn't approach you just as a man either..."
Of course.
If she'd treated me like any ordinary guy around, she wouldn't have gotten this drunk and come to the bedroom so easily.
In the end, our relationship was possible precisely because we were siblings.
Within the frame of family, Hwayeon looked straight at me and pleaded.
"Any gaze is fine. Just tell me... what you think of me right now."
A bit cowardly request.
Even friends change based on fun together, business value, romantic interest.
Asking for all combined. Raising that shield proved even she struggled to define the line.
"I like you."
"Hic?!"
"I like you. From childhood to now, I've never truly hated you, Hwayeon."
"Th-that's... as family, right?"
"Maybe as siblings."
"...Are those different?"
"Or as a little sister."
"It's getting... I don't know what's different anymore."
"Maybe even as a woman."
"Eek?! Wh-what... are you saying. The last one's the worst... idiot."
Why was that?
Hearing curses or insults from Hwayeon was familiar to the point of boredom.
Yet now, her "idiot" didn't sound so bad.
"Hwayeon."
"Yeah, oppa."
"Is it okay... to do it?"
"That... you mean? Se-sex."
"Yeah, that."
"...Pervert. Asking your little sister that, trash. Total beast, wolf."
"So you hate it?"
"...Didn't say I hate it. Me too...... I like oppa."
"As family? Or siblings?"
"......If not all, then maybe as a ma—urgh. No, I won't say it. I can't say that... eek?!"
As she hesitated, my impatient erection bumped her thigh.
Impossible to ignore under one blanket—Hwayeon's eyes widened, sucking in a breath.
Ideally, a romantic line here.
Words failed me too, so I quietly lowered my hips.
Slipping down, my dark red shaft headed to her crotch.
Its tip felt the warmth of her twitching, cute slit.
Hwayeon's pussy.
Was already soaking wet before I even touched it.