Chapter 81
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Before Leaving
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I spent quite a while coaxing and soothing Hwayeon as she wriggled under the covers.
She finally pulled her mouth away from between my legs and poked her face out, but her puffed-up cheeks made it clear she was brimming with dissatisfaction.
"Hmph, you've been living the high life lately, huh, Oppa? Getting serviced down below by your little sister while making out with your big sis up top... Mmph!"
"Hey, keep it down, will you? What if Geumbi noona hadn't gone far?"
"Mmmph... Phew! Whatever, who cares? If she catches us, you're the one in trouble, not me. Tch."
She was seriously pissed, firing back without any filter whatsoever.
Still, thanks to her, I'd enjoyed that nice kiss... well, not exactly, but I'd managed to play it cool without Geumbi noona catching on, so I'd let it slide.
"Sigh, anyway, getting back to it—why'd you come in here? You woke me up, mission accomplished. Got anything else to say?"
"What else is there... I told you, I was worried the sisters might be here, so I came to check. But no one's around, so I just ended up servicing you for nothing. Tch."
"That doesn't add up. If the noonas weren't here, you should've just left right away. The fact that you took off my pants while I was sleeping and did... that... Ugh, Hwayeon, you too."
"Wh-what?! What's with that look? Why are you staring at me like I'm some pervert? That's offensive!"
Hwayeon hugged her shoulders and shuddered dramatically, but it was such obvious acting that even pretending to buy it was a stretch.
I shot her a sidelong glare, and sure enough, she looked guilty and started fake-coughing up a storm.
"Ahem, well. Maybe I was a little bored. Ah, it's your fault for lying there so defenseless. Who leaves their door unlocked?"
"Locking every door in your own house would look weirder. Lying defenseless in my own bed, in my own room? Totally normal."
"Argh, whatever. You gonna nitpick everything? While you're up there messing around, meeting other girls, and I'm just pretending not to notice."
Logic failing, she switched tactics to tug at my emotions.
Another transparent act... but that sidelong glance didn't seem entirely fake.
'Whether it's transparent or honest, the words that come out are a total mess. Sigh.'
Scratching my head, I scooted closer to my little sister.
Hwayeon, who moments ago had been holding her head high in defiance, now panicked, her pupils shaking as I approached.
"Huh? Ow, hold on, Oppa? Why are you suddenly getting so close... Eek?!"
"Anyway, it felt good, so thanks. Yang Hwayeon."
"Eek? Ngh, you could say that from a distance... Why pull my shoulder like that? You scared me."
"Don't like it? Then stop."
"Ah, who said I don't?! I was just startled, not hating it... Pull me closer. I was scared I'd fall off the bed anyway. Hmph!"
Scared? She'd worked her lips just fine under the covers, and there was still plenty of space.
I pretended not to notice and spread my arms, pulling Hwayeon into my embrace.
"Eeeek, I didn't say hug me completely... Geez."
Even as her arms were tugged, her shoulders pressed against mine, and she finally nestled into my chest, Hwayeon grumbled the whole time.
Whether oblivious to her owner's intentions or fully aware, her hands had already wrapped around my waist, her body leaning softly against me.
"...Oppa, I can hear your heartbeat."
"You heard it last time too, remember?"
"Huh? When... Ahh! P-pervert Oppa. Ruining the mood with that? Seriously."
"Your face says you remember everything. You said you blacked out from the booze last time. Heh."
"Tch, how could I forget that? And you—acting like you'd forgotten everything in front of Geumbi unnie earlier, but you remember just fine?"
"Hey, how could I forget? It wasn't just anyone... it was you, Hwayeon."
"Ahh... Yeah, it was. It happened, ngh."
Maybe because our bodies were pressed together, the two who'd been bickering moments ago now softly reminisced about the past.
Those memories only grew more embarrassing the more they surfaced, making our words falter and our hearts pound harder.
But the rising heat somehow fit the mood just fine.
"...So, Oppa, how'd it go with the sisters?"
"The sisters? You knew I met Sujeong noona too, not just Geumbi noona?"
"How could I not? I was spying through the door crack from the moment you came up to the second floor... Ahem. Ah, the walls are thin, so I overheard roughly. No biggie."
"Sounds like you heard more than just rough bits."
"Overheard. Anyway, what happened with them? Spill the tea, yeah? C'mon?"
Hwayeon clung to me exaggeratedly, perhaps to cover her suspicious admission.
Her hand subtly stroking my skin felt laced with ulterior motives, but I didn't stop her and just answered casually.
"With Sujeong noona, we talked about Mom and where I'll be staying going forward."
"Mom aside, staying...? You mean when she told you to move out?"
"Details tomorrow. Still sorting it out."
More precisely, only the living arrangements were left undecided.
Sujeong noona would handle relaying it, so I brushed it off and stroked Hwayeon's hair.
"And with Geumbi noona... you heard it all, right? You were right there—no need to repeat."
"Not right there, right at your belly button. And my mouth's the one that hurts, not yours. Mmph?!"
"You can't talk nice even for a second? Your mouth sprouts thorns or something? Ugh."
"Ngh, phew! Hmph, and you—throwing crude sex jokes at Geumbi unnie when you parted? Bet you did the same to Sujeong unnie. Obvious. Tch!"
"Hey, where were you listening from? You weren't out in the hall with your ear to the doorknob, right?"
"I'd never go that far. ...I was just plastered to the wall."
"What?"
"Argh, move on. So in the end, I'm last again? Hmph~ All that rushing for nothing. Boo."
Hwayeon dodged any talk that put her at a disadvantage.
It was so her that it wasn't even that surprising, but her sulky face about losing to the noonas was kinda funny.
'It's not a race or anything. No wonder Sujeong noona and Geumbi noona can't stay still. Sigh.'
Their approaches differed, sure.
She was the culprit who'd spurred the once-lazy noonas into action, yet here she was unsatisfied. Classic Hwayeon.
"Eek?! What's with messing up my hair?"
"Not messing—petting. Our little sis is so cute~ Pat pat."
"This petting? You're tangling it, practically yanking it out. Ah, stop, seriously stop! Hey!"
"Hey, did you just call your oppa 'this' or something? Totally spoiled now, huh?"
As the conversation dragged on, we slipped into our usual sibling squabble.
Words turned to playful shoving in the cramped space, and I lost my balance, flopping back flat.
Hwayeon collapsed onto my chest, leaving us tangled on the bed in an embrace.
"...Ugh."
"...Eek."
Thump thump.
By now, I could feel Hwayeon's heartbeat racing atop my stomach.
With her ear pressed right to my chest, she held her breath, focusing on my pulse.
"Oppa's heart... still pounding like crazy."
"Can't help it. Situation's like this."
"So... you're horny because of me? Turned on by me?"
"Gonna twist it your way again? I didn't say that."
"Then it's not?"
"...Not 100% no."
"So what percent?"
"...95%, let's say."
I said it grudgingly, but my face must've looked tomato-red in her eyes.
Too late to cover it with my hand—Hwayeon was poking my cheeks with a smug grin.
"Hehe~ Got it? You couldn't get enough of my blowjob even while talking to Geumbi unnie, and now just a hug has you dying of excitement?"
"Hey, that's exaggerating. Anyone hears, they'll think it's true."
"You said 95% true?"
"...Gave you too much credit. Downgrading to 85%."
"Too late! I logged it, stamped it. No refunds!"
"So childish. ...So, how long we doing this?"
I was pinned underneath, so she'd have to move if we wanted to change positions.
But even after saying that, she showed no sign of pulling away.
Instead, her limbs wrapped tighter around me, her feverish body heat pouring endlessly into mine.
"...Just a bit longer. I won't do anything else."
"...Fine. That's it for tonight."
One small shift, a hand slipping down, and we could go further.
But without even meeting eyes, we drew a line with words alone—a line that didn't really exist.
'With Hwayeon... probably 100% just siblings.'
Blame the booze that night. And now, without it, we couldn't.
That was our limit, I figured, so I reached out absentmindedly to stroke her back.
"...Idiot. Pervert oppa."
"Dunno why I'm the pervert, but you're an idiot too, Yang Hwayeon."
"...Don't add the surname. Just my name."
"...Hwayeon. Idiot Hwayeon."
I figured she'd complain about the extra fluff.
But surprisingly, Hwayeon smiled contentedly and rubbed her cheek against my chest.
Unlike recent events, tonight Hwayeon had kept the purest boundaries.
The soft brush of her cheek against my pajamas, the lingering feel of her lips... pretending it didn't faze me would stay my lifelong secret.
"...Sleep well, Hwayeon."
"...Yeah, sleep well, Oppa."
Whether she really meant to crash here as originally planned, Hwayeon didn't budge.
I was tired and lazy anyway, so I didn't push her off.
As the night deepened and dawn slowly approached,
Our racing hearts calmed, settling into gentle breaths and a steady rhythm.
For a final lullaby before leaving, it was far from bad.