Accept It Gracefully
She stole my first kiss.
And of all people, it was my little sister who took it.
Getting punched by a girl a year younger than me already hurt enough to make me furious—but the fear of catching another fist from her forced my mouth open all the same.
And then Minhi went and did something siblings should never, ever do.
"Haa… haa… Junhui oppa… your lips are so sweet, so so so… delicious♡"
Minhi cupped my face in both hands and kept kissing me.
Slurp, suck—
She explored my tongue in every way imaginable—coiling hers around mine, catching it and dragging it into her mouth—devouring my lips and tongue with relentless variety. The moment I tried to resist, even a little, pulling my mouth away, Minhi clenched her fist and raised it high.
I had never been hit once in my entire life. Trembling under her violence, I had no choice but to do exactly as she ordered.
When Minhi finally ended the kiss, she drew her head back just slightly. A thin, translucent thread of saliva stretched between my mouth and hers. She licked it from her lips and looked down at me—with the eyes of a carnivore sizing up its prey.
"Haa… haaaa… Oppa. Junhui oppa. Finally… finally you accepted my feelings too♡"
"M-Minhi… s-stop it. We can still… g-go back to how things were. I-it's not too late…."
I thought that if I came to my senses right now and apologized, we could still go back. But that turned out to be wishful thinking on my part alone.
"Huh??? Why?? Why should I do that, oppa?? Huh? Tell me. Junhui oppa, tell me. Why should I go back? Tell me??"
Unlike before, Minhi stared down at me from above with ice-cold eyes. Strength flooded into both her arms; I could see her fists clenching.
"Say it. Hurry up. Why the hell should I go back to the way things were?"
"Th-that's… we're… s-siblings. We can't do this…."
"Heeheeheehehehehehahahahaha!!!"
Minhi let out a snort of pure disbelief, covering her face with her hands as she burst into loud laughter. Through the gaps between her fingers, her eyes locked onto mine.
"Hoooo… Junhui oppa."
"Y-yeah… Minhi…."
"You're such an idiot."
"W-what are you talking about…."
Minhi swung her hand hard—I thought she was about to slap my cheek again and squeezed my eyes shut.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Her hand never struck. When I opened my eyes, she was gently stroking my cheek instead.
"My Junhui oppa, the one I love more than anyone in the world—love and love and love until it drives me insane."
"Y-yeah…."
"Do you really think we can go back to the way things were now?"
"I-it's fine… we can… go back. So even n-now it's not too late, Minhi…."
Slap!
The hand that had been caressing my face cracked across my cheek.
"So that's what you think, oppa?"
"M-Minhi…."
I felt like I was about to burst into tears. The little sister I'd always gotten along with so well was doing this to me—I could feel the tears welling up any second.
Slap!!
While one cheek still burned, the other side got hit too.
"I have no intention of going back to the old days. So what now?"
"S-stop…."
I wanted nothing more than to block her hands with both of mine, but my arms were pinned under her legs and wouldn't budge an inch.
"I've held it in all this time, and now I finally get to let it out like this—so why the hell would I go back to those days?"
"Please, j-just stop…."
"Why should I stop now?"
I saw Minhi's hand rise again, ready to strike my face.
"P-please stop, Minhi…."
"Then tell me you love me."
"Wh…??"
Slap!!!
This time Minhi brought her hand down hard across my cheek.
"Uuuugh… i-it hurts… p-please stop, M-Minhi…."
"I'll stop on my own. So say you love me."
"Th-that's… I can't…."
"……"
Straddling my body, Minhi looked down at me with dead eyes.
"Is that so?"
She clenched the palm that had been about to hit me into a tight fist and spoke again.
"I'll give you another chance, oppa… Say you love me."
The earlier blows still throbbed. I couldn't even imagine what would happen if her fist connected again.
"……"
"Fine. So that's how you're going to play it?"
When I kept my mouth shut tight, Minhi's clenched fist rose higher.
"Last chance, oppa. If you don't say you love me this time, I'm going to hit you for real."
"D-don't…."
"Then hurry up and say you love me. It's simple."
Saying the words really was simple. The problem was that the person I had to say them to was my own little sister—words I should never speak to her.
I looked up at Minhi. She was dead serious about hitting me; I could see the raw force gathering in her fist.
"I-I… love you…."
In the end, even though they were words I should never have said, I said them—because I had no confidence I could take another punch.
"Heeheeheehee~"
The stern expression melted from Minhi's face. She grinned from ear to ear with a weird little laugh and unclenched her fist.
"I knew it. You feel the same way, right? I love you this much, so of course you love me too. Heeheeheehee~"
Still smiling, Minhi slowly climbed off me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. Once I was on my feet, she locked the front door I had been trying to open—and threw the double lock as well.
Could I shove her aside and run right now…?
"Ah, just so you know, oppa—don't even think about running…."
Click.
After securing the double lock, she turned around and looked at me. Her voice was lively, but her face was anything but.
"If you run, I'll drag you back no matter what. And after that, I won't go easy on you like before. I'll just…."
She took one step, then another, sliding her hand down my leg and squeezing hard.
"I'll either cut this leg off or smash it—one or the other—so you stay by my side. Think carefully, oppa♡"
"Y-yeah…."
Minhi released my leg, cupped my cheek, and gave me a light peck.
Mwah.
"See how nice you look when you listen? Come on, let's go inside. There's something I want to give you."
She took my hand and led me back into the house. With every step that put more distance between me and the front door, I couldn't shake the feeling that I would never leave this place again.
As she dragged me into the living room, she glanced at me once.
"Oppa, you're not going out anymore, so isn't it uncomfortable wearing clothes around the house?"
"H-huh? Ah…."
She was pointing at the padded jacket I'd put on to leave.
"Here, give me your clothes. I'll keep them safe for you."
"……"
"Hurry."
She was stripping away every possible means of escape…. With no other choice, I handed the padded jacket to Minhi, who held out her hand. She slipped it on herself with a smile, as naturally as anything.
"Sniff… sniff sniff… It's full of your scent, oppa♡"
I had no idea why she was doing that right in front of me. Starting with hitting me, forcing me to say I loved her—why was she this obsessed with me…?
Minhi just stood there in my clothes, breathing in the smell to her heart's content, looking utterly satisfied.
"Hwaaaaah… Oppa. Junhui oppa…."
"Y-yeah… what is it…."
"Why do you look so defeated? Are you that scared I'll hit you again?"
Minhi plopped down right beside me, casually draped an arm over my shoulder, crossed her legs, and looked at me.
"N-no…."
"Then why is your voice so tiny, like a dead mouse? Hmm?"
"It's nothing…."
"It's really nothing?"
"Yeah… i-it's really nothing…."
The situation had completely reversed. Just a little while ago I'd been cursing out my sister for her insane behavior, standing my ground—and now her violence had crushed my spirit entirely.
"Hmmmm~"
Minhi hummed a little tune, clearly enjoying herself, and slipped her hand down the back of my neck, under my shirt, groping my chest without restraint.
"H-hey, M-Minhi, could you take your hand off…."
"What hand?"
I couldn't understand what there even was to grab on a guy's chest. But Minhi didn't hesitate for a second—she kept fondling me, then started rubbing my nipples between her fingers.
"Minhi… p-please don't do this…."
"Hmmmm…."
With a thoughtful little sound, Minhi pulled her hand out of my clothes and stood up. Then she hurried into her room.
Is this my chance?
Minhi had gone into her room. If I unlocked the door right now and ran, I could escape this house, right?
But physically, Minhi had the upper hand on me. The thought of what she would do if I messed up—something even worse than before—made my whole body shake.
And then Minhi came back out of the room.
Holding something.
It was about half the size of a fairly large sausage, with a padlock attached.
She walked over, forced my legs apart, and sat down between them.
"Oppa, take your pants off."
"Huh…?"
"Hurry up and take your pants off."
"No, no, th-that's… M-Minhi, I can't…."
I had a bad feeling about what that thing was for.
"Hurry. Seriously, just for a second—really just a second—so take your pants off."
Who in their right mind would show that to their little sister….
"M-Minhi, this isn't right. Really…."
When I pleaded that this was wrong, Minhi let out an irritated sigh, grabbed my pants and underwear together, and yanked them down by force.
"Minhi! Th-this isn't okay, seriously…."
I grabbed at the pants she'd pulled down, trying to yank them back up.
Thud!!
"Ghhhhk—haaaagh!!"
A massive impact slammed into my gut. For several seconds I couldn't breathe.
"Guaaagh… M-Minhi…."
It hurt so badly I genuinely thought my insides had been crushed.
While I clutched my stomach, gasping and trying to catch my breath, Minhi grabbed my cock and shoved it into that thing. A cold sensation wrapped around me, followed by the click of the padlock at the end snapping shut.
Click.
Minhi gently stroked the device locked around my cock—that… that chastity belt—and looked up at me.
"Oppa, just accept it gracefully. If you keep resisting for no reason, it hurts me to hit you, and it just makes things harder for you too…."