Chapter 65
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: The Next Morning
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I wonder when I fell asleep.
My last memory was collapsing onto Hwayeon's chest, panting with exhaustion.
By then, Hwayeon had already closed her eyes, her breaths coming shallow and faint.
Her breasts rose and fell slowly before settling into a steady rhythm, syncing our breathing into one.
'Anyway... I must've slept like a rock, ugh.'
Forcing my eyelids open, I saw sunlight clamoring to burst through the curtains.
Clutching my dizzy head, I looked around. Memories of where we'd fallen asleep and what happened last night came flooding back vividly.
'No call from the front desk yet, so checkout must still be a ways off. Where'd I put my phone...'
Deliberately averting my gaze from the soft sensation below, I groped for my phone on the nightstand.
The screen was flooded with over ten missed calls, texts, and chat messages.
But my position wasn't ideal for checking them right then, so I closed the phone and rolled onto my side.
...But apparently, I wasn't the only one stirred by the hazy morning light.
"Hyah?!"
"Ah, uh, wh-what? When'd you wake up?"
"Ow, morning... My eyes are open now."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you by squirming around."
"N-no, it's fine. It was about time to get up anyway... right? Sun's out, haha... ahem."
The moment I propped myself up a bit, my eyes met Hwayeon's awkward expression.
And so we exchanged morning greetings in an even more awkward position, stammering endlessly like we'd just met on a first blind date.
"S-so, uh, sleep well? Bed comfortable enough?"
"Y-yeah, slept great. Fell asleep without even realizing... haha."
"Glad to hear it, ahem. Yeah, I don't even remember when I dozed off myself..."
"Ugh, but... how long are we gonna stay stuck together like this? Oppa...?"
"Eek?! Sorry, I'll get up now. Or at least roll over, okay."
Hwayeon's hesitant gaze drifted to my chest, and at the sight of my naked body first thing in the morning, her face flushed bright red.
Embarrassed by association, I quickly shifted away, but in the process, her voluptuous breasts came into view, stimulating my dry salivary glands.
"Wh-where are you looking? Pervert..."
"I-I wasn't looking. They were jiggling, so my eyes just went there... ugh."
"That's still looking. Even you admitting it sounds ridiculous, huh?"
"...Sorry. Anyway, it was unavoidable. Cut me some slack."
"...Well, it's not a big deal or anything."
What did she mean by that?
Since we're family anyway, she figured it was just a one-time fluke?
Or since we'd already gone all the way last night, she wasn't about to make a fuss over something like breasts?
'Speaking of relationships... haa. I really did go all the way with her.'
As we talked more soberly, the reality I’d been trying to ignore crept under my skin.
The little sister who seduced her big brother out of curiosity and excitement.
The big brother who fell for the provocation and mounted his little sister.
The siblings who felt each other's naked bodies and pushed through to the forbidden end—now stealing glances at each other amid the awkwardness.
"Hey."
"Y-yeah? What... Oppa?"
"How much of last night do you remember?"
"...And you?"
"I passed out and woke up with the booze mostly gone, so... I remember everything, ahem."
"Me too... whoever's fault it was for changing clothes and brushing teeth sobering me up. Nothing's fuzzy."
"...So, you remember it all clearly?"
"...Y-yeah. I remember everything, crystal clear."
Without anyone telling us to, we clutched the blankets tight, wrapping them around our bodies.
And the moment we both recalled last night's events from each other's lips, we squeezed our eyes shut and dove under the covers simultaneously.
"Eek?! Wh-what if Oppa comes in too? Get out quick!"
"Hey, I got here first, okay? You're the one copying me."
"I-I got here first! Jeez, you've been trying to sneak peeks at my body since earlier... pervert."
"That's not it! If I wanted to look, I'd yank the blanket off. It's too dark in here to see anything anyway."
"So you're saying you did sneak a peek? Wow, Oppa really is a pervert? Beast, demon, trash."
"Says the one who comes complaining now? Who was the one tempting me all night and enjoying it from below?"
"T-tempting and enjoying?! No way, I didn't do that! Don't slander me."
"No way my ass. I can still hear you moaning into the pillow... ow!"
"Y-you're insane, seriously! What kinda talk is that in front of your little sister? You in your right mind?!"
"Ow... sorry, that was too much. Take it back, ahem."
Like the whack-a-mole game we used to play as kids, we bickered inside the blanket.
After taking a hit to the shoulder from Hwayeon, a creeping ache made my eyes water a bit.
"...Looks like we've got an hour till checkout."
"...So? Wanna pick up where we left off last night? You really lost it, huh?"
"Who said that? Just wanna talk about how to handle yesterday. Stop acting like you're in heat."
"H-heat...? You're the one pushing me like that—if you keep it up, I'll really get mad. Don't distort it just 'cause you got too excited and messed up."
"You're the one distorting now. Sure... I went overboard too, but let's get the facts straight?"
"...Hmph, fine. Mutual fault then. Abso~lutely not all my responsibility. Never."
After some back-and-forth pushing, I finally coaxed a mutual responsibility admission from Hwayeon.
Only after saying it out loud did reality hit her too—she chewed her lip like I was, deep in serious thought.
"...So, what do you wanna do, Oppa?"
"...Dunno. Nothing jumps out right away."
"Wow, total scum. Take your little sister's virginity and then play dumb? Too much, right?"
"Hey, that's not what I meant! Stop slandering me just 'cause you're embarrassed. I'm gonna get mad."
"Tch... fine, I'll decide then? Tell me what you want for how we go forward?"
"Got any ideas?"
"Like I'd have thought that far ahead. Never even joked about ending up... like this with you."
Yeah, figures.
That such an illogical relationship had formed made the current bewilderment all the worse.
'Not just one side's fault, so no one to blame. At least we're not totally freaking out... small mercies.'
Thanks to my sisters' hints, and Hwayeon's guess that I was adopted, the turmoil was somewhat contained.
Like accidentally having a one-nighter with a close friend? Hmm, still heavier than that, probably.
"...Yang Hwayeon."
"...Y-yeah, what?"
"...Earlier, you said it was a mistake or whatever."
"Y-yeah... I did. But?"
"Were you just saying that 'cause you wanna chalk yesterday up to a mistake?"
"...Nooo. Didn't think that deep when I said it."
"So you don't wanna brush it off as a mistake?"
"...Don't make me decide. I told you, I suck at this stuff."
"Gotcha. Well then... um."
I stammered, mumbled, paused—dragging out time.
Not because I couldn't decide what to say, but because I hesitated if I should even bring it up.
But after agonizing over it, no better option came to mind.
"Dating us two? That's unrealistic, right?"
"Y-yeah. With our family ties and all the eyes on us... it'd be tough."
"Plus, I haven't even come out as adopted yet."
"Ah, right. Keep forgetting... hehe."
"So girlfriend's off the table. Cool so far?"
"Y-yeah, cool."
When ideas won't come, eliminating the impossible one by one is a method.
Narrowing options like that, we gradually reached a conclusion.
"But flat-out friends with benefits or whatever? Nah, not for siblings."
"Yeah. I don't even wanna be that with you."
"But calling it a one-night mistake... you said no to that earlier, right?"
"Yeah... it was my first time too, sorta. Don't wanna just gloss over it like that. You?"
"Same here. Not my first, but what happened with you... don't wanna remember it as just an accident."
"So... what does that leave?"
"...More than family, less than lovers. How's that sound?"
It sounded plausible in my head, but saying it aloud felt off.
Less than lovers, fine—but more than family? Weren't we basically married already? Geez.
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"...That sounds super weird. Why not say more than lovers, less than family?"
"Hey, but we are already family? Or you wanna drop the sibling thing? Start talking casually from now on?"
"Casual with Oppa... not a bad idea?"
"Wanna die?"
"Hehe. Anyway... wording's weird, but the idea's okay. Yeah."
"What kinda 'yeah' is that? Not cute at all, so hands off, tch."
Hwayeon bumped her fidgeting fingertips against my arm, signaling it wasn't bad.
The ticklish sensation made me grumpily turn away, but.
The more I did, the more she pressed her body against mine.
Naturally, naked under the narrow blanket, we ended up embracing just like in the heat of last night.
"Hey, Yang Hwayeon."
"What? You hugged me first."
"No, you snuggled into me."
"Nuh-uh? You wrapped your arms around me."
"Sigh, whatever, whatever. ...Anyway, time's short. Let's call it here for today."
"Oh? I wasn't hoping for anything. Don't tell me... you were fantasizing about me again? Got your hopes up, huh?"
"Agh, no! More like, if we're gonna make checkout, we need to shower soon. You take forever, so I'll go first. Let go."
"No way! Girls take time to get ready—you wait. I'll be super quick."
"That sounds less believable than you saying you don't need allowance. Zero trust. Stay put in bed."
"Nooo~ I wanna go first! You made such a mess inside me last night, it feels gross. I'm showering now."
"You little cheat, pulling that... ugh. Hurry up and get out? Time's almost up."
Hwayeon wriggled in my arms and deployed her ultimate weapon. Feeling my cheeks burn, I raised both hands high.
Surrender declared, she looked down triumphantly with a grin.
Still embarrassed though, she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket before climbing down, leaving me shivering on the bed clutching just a pillow.
'Man... what do I tell the sisters when we get back? Scared to even check messages.'
They'd probably be at work right now.
But after they got off, I dreaded facing their scolding.
As if sensing my turmoil.
Hwayeon emerged from the bathroom with about ten minutes till checkout. I shoved worries aside, hopped in for a quick shower, and threw on clothes.
She watched me flail around, leisurely drying her hair and giggling.
But when her towel slipped as she exited, revealing her lower half, her face turned beet red and she went quiet.