A Little Nightmare
With my brother reduced to that babbling, infantile state, the thrill of him suckling at my breast was too much to bear. I masturbated right there in the bed.
"Hnnngh♡ God, that's so fucking good…."
No matter how roughly I worked my hand, he said nothing. Eyes closed, he simply kept nursing at my chest like a baby, pawing at me with those soft little touches.
I could touch myself like this and there was no one left to scold me for it.
The brother who used to hate me so much had become this obedient—
What a blissful life♡
"Uuuuung………."
"Good night, Oppa…… no. Good night, my baby♡"
You're mine now.
You have to stay like this forever. Only then can I do whatever I want with you every single day. So please—stay just like this for me, every day♡
Oppa’s child?
Once upon a time, I truly wanted one.
But now, driven to the absolute edge of his mind, he had slipped into full infantile regression.
None of that mattered anymore.
As long as this childlike version of him stayed by my side, I could be satisfied in any way imaginable.
I’d already gotten myself off. Now, ready to nap quietly beside my sleeping brother, I closed my eyes—and the past rose up to meet me.
Of my hundred-year life, I had only just stepped into my twenties, and already I had no idea what I was supposed to do with myself.
From childhood on, every single day had been spent at Oppa’s side. That was my entire life. That was everything.
Wherever he went, I followed. We were always a matched set—1+1—and people would smile and call us the picture of a close, happy pair of siblings.
Was that when it started?
When the love for him settled into one corner of my heart and made itself at home?
As he grew older, Oppa left for a university in the capital so he could land the job he wanted. And I, urged by everyone around me to chase something of my own, decided to become a career soldier—something that suited my talents and skills.
Mom and Dad threw a celebration party, saying I’d chosen well. Oppa congratulated me too.
I wasn’t sure it was the right path, but Oppa smiled at my choice and told me to give it my best. So it had to be right.
Yeah….
If Oppa said so, I’d try.
Someone once told me this:
Life is a series of blessings in disguise.
I thought I would spend a happy life forever at Oppa’s side. Instead, all I could see ahead of me was a sheer cliff.
The brother who was supposed to be next to me was gone.
We had to go our separate ways, they said—and just like that, he was far, far away.
That feeling that had always lived in one corner of my chest began to squeeze me tight.
Anxious and anxious and anxious.
On the day of my entrance ceremony, Oppa was at boot camp. The timing couldn’t have been worse.
I crushed that crushing feeling down as hard as I could, looked ahead instead of toward him, and tried to walk toward my own life.
I just….
I thought time would fix everything, so I put it all in order.
Time would heal it, the internet counseling said—put a little distance between you. So I stopped answering his messages and focused on my own life.
But the more I did, the wider the hole in my chest grew.
The empty place where Oppa should have been….
That hollow I’d forced shut began to open wider and wider.
I tried everything to plug the expanding void.
Someone who claimed to like me confessed.
So, to forget Oppa, I said yes and spent a few days with him.
One day.
Just one day together, and the empty hole in my chest didn’t fill—it felt like someone was stabbing it with a knife. I dumped him on the spot.
I could no longer hold the feeling down. I started to come apart.
I turned everyone into an enemy, locked the emotion inside alone, did everything I could to keep it from bursting out—but it wasn’t enough.
As time went on,
that unnameable feeling I’d been crushing in one corner of my heart swelled until it overflowed,
and at last I understood.
It was love.
Even though it hurt, thinking of Oppa always steadied me. Looking at his photo quieted the emotions that threatened to explode.
"Oppa……."
Yoo Junhi. My Oppa….
The more I thought of him, the more that hole—and the sensation of being stabbed—began to feel filled.
"Oppa… Oppa Oppa……."
The more I called his name, the more vividly his face rose in my mind.
I want to see him.
Right now….
I dropped out of the military academy I’d worked so hard to enter and ran straight home to Mom and Dad.
They told me they’d moved from our old house to a place out in the countryside.
My memories… the memories Oppa and I had shared… vanished in an instant.
"It’s okay… it’s okay……."
We can make new ones. As long as I make new memories with Oppa, it’ll be fine….
I searched the house from top to bottom, but Oppa wasn’t there.
The brother I loved wasn’t home. He’d gone up to the city, they said, and I nearly collapsed—
but Oppa would come home again. He always would.
"Yeah… he’ll definitely come back…."
And when he does….
I’ll tell him about this love I’ve been carrying all this time….
I wanted to surprise him, so I waited—waited only for the weekends when Oppa always came home.
Every single day….
Every day I clutched his things and waited for him to arrive.
It was a little stupid. I never even called or texted. I just waited for Oppa, day and night,
hoping he’d notice I was waiting and open that door tomorrow—or even today.
Up to that point, it was pure love.
I truly meant to confess my forbidden feelings, and if he hated me for it, I was ready to understand.
I could endure other people pointing fingers at me. But Oppa—if he couldn’t bear it, that would be unbearable….
So I waited and waited.
That pure love began to sicken. A long time had passed since I’d quit the academy and sat at home waiting only for him.
A year? A little under a year of constant waiting, and still not a single footstep….
I never saw his face. For the New Year, Mom and Dad left on a short overseas trip.
My pure love grew more and more diseased, twisting into something abnormal.
I scoured the internet for ways to catch a man’s attention.
Money? Looks? A car?
Quietly, from inside the house, I made money through stocks and Bitcoin so I could give him everything—
everything I could lay at Oppa’s feet.
Whether he hated me or loved me, I’d earned it all for him.
"Please… love me, Oppa…."
Your little sister loves you this much and just wants to see your face. Can’t you come down once in a while and look at me?
That pure love, rotting,
began to turn into obsession and madness, and my thoughts always rolled toward the worst possibilities.
Kidnapping, rape, murder… every possible scenario filled my head—reasons Oppa couldn’t come home because something terrible had happened to him.
"……No no no…… that can’t be……."
One night I dreamed he was in a car accident on the way down.
The next night, that he was suddenly stabbed.
The night after that, a nightmare of him being kidnapped left my back soaked with sweat.
"It can’t be true… I-I’m just… overthinking because I’m too deep in it…."
The negative thoughts piled up and up until the anxiety started to take over.
"No no… he’s my Oppa………."
"He’s mine."
Was that when it started?
When my mind began to break, and a life without Oppa turned pitch black?
"………"
A vicious nightmare left my spine damp with sweat as my eyes opened.
The first thing I did was carefully lift the blanket beside me.
"Uuung………."
"……No matter how many times I look at you, you’re so cute. So lovable."
Whether he simply didn’t want to wake, or whether the cold air under the lifted blanket made him squirm, Oppa wriggled closer to my side. I gently stroked his face.
"My Oppa… please don’t go anywhere anymore… I’ll treat you so well from now on. I promise."
I never want to see a nightmare like that again.
"I’ll apologize for everything I’ve done to you. I won’t use those weird drugs anymore, so just……."
I shifted my body and settled lightly astride him as he slept.
"Stay just like this."
You don’t need to come back as yourself.
"Just stay like this forever. I’ll take care of everything."
Eating, bathing, dressing, even your sexual needs—all of it.
Really… don’t bother growing up. Just stay stretched out forever in that baby state. That’s the only way I can pour even a little love into you.
How adorable you are like this♡
You don’t say you hate it. You just follow pure instinct—
I don’t want to hear the Oppa who says he hates me. Even if I keep begging him for love, I don’t need the words no or I don’t want to.
Just this Oppa who moves on instinct like a child—this version of him is the absolute best♡
"………"
"………"
When she opened her eyes, Junhi was gone.
Not a trace of him remained—his clothes and everything else left exactly as they were, only his body vanished.
"Puppy…… where did you go…? Th-this isn’t funny…."
Still unable to grasp the situation, Eunseo began searching the house from end to end—
but in this house, not a single sign of Junhi turned up.