Time for Punishment
In that brief span of time, Minhi had already done things no younger sister should ever do to her older brother—crossed lines that should never be crossed. And yet it was the single whispered phrase she breathed against his ear that finally shattered what was left of his mind.
The tears he had somehow managed to hold back until now broke free at last, spilling down his face.
“Hnnngh… hnnn…”
“Oppa, why are you crying, hmm? Does the chastity belt hurt that much?”
I wish all of this were just a dream.
I wish I’d wake up from a nightmare alone in my empty studio apartment—
But the cold bite of metal locked around his cock refused to fade, driving home with merciless clarity that this was real.
“W-why… hnnngh… why are you doing this to me…”
Please let it all be a joke.
Please just say it was a little over-the-line prank because you were happy to see me after so long…
“There, there, our Junhi oppa. What’s got you so sad you’re crying like this? Don’t cry. Stop.”
Minhi, who had been nestled between his legs, slowly climbed up and began stroking his face. With the tender touch of a lover she wiped the tears from his cheeks, brushing them away from the corners of his eyes.
“P-please… hnnngh… j-just say it’s a joke, please, Minhi… hkkngh…”
“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Our lovely Junhi oppa—if you keep crying you’ll get a headache. That’s enough now. Stop.”
She didn’t answer his plea at all. She only kept murmuring for him to stop crying, soothing him. Did she even know the terror that lived in him—that those gentle hands caressing his face could turn at any second and strike him again?
“Our oppa… even just looking at you, you already seemed so adorable. But seeing you cry like this…”
Minhi gazed down at his weeping face, then leaned in and licked the tears trailing down his cheeks. Her eyes locked onto his as she spoke.
“This look is truly adorable too♡”
“M-Mi… Minhi, I… I was wrong, all of it… s-so I won’t tell anyone about what happened just now, n-not a soul. So… c-can’t you just let me go…?”
I just want to go home.
I just want to go back to a house where no one is waiting.
He begged her desperately, but the moment the words left his mouth Minhi’s expression went cold. She stared at him.
“Hey.”
“Hnnn… hnn uh…”
“I already told you, oppa. Just accept it nicely. I don’t understand why you keep choosing the hard way, our lovely Junhi oppa.”
Her open palm came to rest lightly against his cheek—not to caress, but poised to strike.
Terrified she would hit him again, he squeezed his eyes shut and trembled from head to toe.
Then he heard Minhi’s laugh.
“Heheheh. Look at that. All I have to do is open my hand and you’re already shaking like a leaf, promising you won’t say a word if I let you leave?”
“M-Minhi…”
“Aww~ aww~ our lovely Junhi oppa~ Why still can’t you accept reality, hmm~~?”
Slap. Slap.
She gave his cheeks a few light, playful taps, rocking her body from side to side.
“Our lovely Junhi oppa!”
“Y-yeah…”
“I love you.”
“……”
Straddling him, Minhi said the words. Words siblings should never say to each other.
“I really love you, oppa. So hurry up and say you love me too.”
“I-I can’t…”
“You said it earlier! So now you can’t? I don’t get why you keep making this so difficult, oppa.”
Both of her hands rose slowly and closed around his throat. She held him in a grip that could choke the life out of him the instant she squeezed, staring into his face without blinking.
“I’ll give you one more chance, oppa. Hurry up and tell me you love me.”
His broken mind and the threat of her violence left him no choice. He trembled violently and surrendered.
“I… I-I… love you…”
“Heheheh. See? You do too, right?”
At those three words, the cold expression melted into a smile. She released his neck.
“You love me too, don’t you? That’s right, isn’t it? We both love each other, so that makes us a couple now, right?”
“Uh… uhh… uh…”
“Heheheheh. Ah, I’ve really been waiting for a day like this. I love you so much, oppa♡”
Delighted by his dazed reply, Minhi threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
Minhi held him for a long time, stroking his body here and there, showing no intention of climbing off his lap. All the while the cold metal of the chastity belt locked around his cock remained a constant, inescapable sensation.
“M-Minhi…”
“What is it, oppa?”
“Ah… nothing. Never mind…”
“Tch. Boring.”
She finally slid off his knees, then stretched out on the sofa and used his legs as a pillow.
“Oppa, hurry up and stroke my hair like you used to!”
“Uh… okay…”
The thought that doing whatever she ordered might spare him another beating set his body in motion. Her hair, once cut short, had grown out into a bob. He wondered what had happened in that year, but the fear of being hit for asking kept the question locked behind his teeth.
Squeeze. Knead.
Lying with her head on his lap, Minhi reached up and began fondling the balls trapped beneath the chastity belt.
“Oppa, how many times a day do you jerk off?”
“W-what?”
“I asked how many times a day you masturbate.”
“Th-that’s… why…”
“How many times.”
He felt her grip on his balls tighten. So he answered, forced to confess even his most humiliating private habits.
“O-once a day…”
“Really? Then don’t do it for a while! No, wait—you can’t anymore, heh heh.”
Ting~
She flicked the chastity belt locked around his cock; a clear, metallic ring sang through the air.
“I’m on my period right now so we can’t have sex. Just hold out a little longer.”
“M-Minhi, th-that’s… that’s not right…”
Everything else he might somehow endure—but if they went that far, there would truly be no way back.
“Why?”
“We’re siblings…”
“So? What about it?”
Minhi, who had been lying on her side, rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling, then looked up at him from below with a cold, flat expression.
“I-incest is wrong, Minhi…”
“Yeah, so why is it wrong?”
“F-family… family isn’t supposed to do that, Minhi…”
“So when you said you loved me earlier, that was all a lie?”
She sat up on the sofa and faced him squarely.
“Hey. Yoo Junhi. Answer me. Was saying you loved me earlier all a lie? Is that it?”
“N-no…”
“That’s right, isn’t it? We love each other, so of course we’d have sex. Right?”
“E-even so…”
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not. No matter how many times Minhi hit him, that was the one thing he could never give her. No matter how hard she beat him—
The way she was looking at him now, genuine rage seemed to coil through her arms; he could see the muscles shift under her skin. Then she suddenly stood, went into the bedroom, and came back carrying a box.
“Fine… fine… If that’s how you think about it, oppa, I’ll make sure you never think that way again…”
Inside the box Minhi had brought were things he had only ever seen in porn videos—piled high. Whips, rope, candles, a collar, handcuffs, a blindfold, and more. Nestled among them, deeper in, was a small medicine bottle.
This is bad…
Minhi shook the bottle so the liquid sloshed, then pulled out a syringe.
“What’s it going to be, oppa?”
In one hand she held the bottle and syringe; in the other she displayed the collar and blindfold.
“You have to be punished for lying, right, oppa?”
“M-Minhi…”
“If you lie, you get punished. We’ve known that since we were little, haven’t we?”
Neither option was normal. He had no idea what was in that bottle, and he didn’t want the collar or blindfold either.
His body rejected her; he tried to scramble up and flee on the spot—but she was already right in front of him.
“Hurry up and choose. This one?”
Slosh-slosh.
“Or this one?”
Clink-clink.
Collar in one hand, medicine bottle in the other, Minhi offered him the choice.
“I-I don’t want to, Mi… Minhi, p-please, I was wrong, please… th-that’s not… I’m begging you…”
Trembling violently, he clutched her legs and pressed his shaking hands together, bowing until his palms scraped the floor.
“Begging won’t help, oppa. Words once spoken can’t be taken back, and you still have to pay for the lie!”
“P-please, Minhi……”
“If you don’t pick one, I’ll pick the one I want. I’ll count to three.”
Minhi glanced at the medicine bottle instead of the collar, a little smirk curling her lips as she looked down at him.
What the hell is even in that…
Why is she doing this to me!!
“One.”
She started counting.
He had to choose. But both of the things in Minhi’s hands were things no ordinary person should ever use on another human being—least of all on family. Still she only looked down at him kneeling at her feet and kept counting.
“Two.”
It was humiliating…
But at least, of the two, the one that seemed slightly less terrible…
With a violently shaking hand he reached out and took the collar and blindfold from her grasp.
“Aww~ too bad. I really wanted to try this one on you, oppa~”
Minhi dangled the medicine bottle in front of his eyes, then dropped it back into the box and handed him the collar and blindfold.
“Surely you can put these on yourself, right, oppa?”
“Ah… ah…”
She pressed them into his hands—a bright red collar, and a black blindfold to cover his eyes.
“Come on, hurry up. This is the punishment for what you did wrong, so put them on already.”