Just This Once... Hew Office-tel, Room 3001
Hew Office-tel, room 3001. A place where cousin siblings should never cross paths. The atmosphere in the small room bathed in red neon light sank in an instant.
"What're you saying? Spit it out. What, your sister's whoring around and got caught by me? Huh? Should I tell Dad?"
"....."
The moment those words left his mouth—they both realized it. Snitching to each other’s uncle/dad would be fatal for both of them.
Cheol-gyu Lee rats out that his cousin sister is an OP whore? 'What? But... what the hell were you doing at that OP?' 'Huh? Oh, uh, I just went there to get rid of my virginity on a whim and ran into sis.' 'What? So what'd you do there?' 'Nothing much. My friend was banging someone, so I snuck in and groped sis a bit, sucked on her tits.'
'You crazy fuck?! That's your cousin! I'm kicking you off the family registry. Get lost.'
On the flip side, Yeon-woo Lee snitches that her cousin brother showed up at the OP? 'What? But... what were you doing there?' 'Huh? Oh, uh, I was working an OP side gig in my spare time after the academy.' 'Hmph. Pack your shit and get out. Can't face my little brother knowing my niece is a whore.' 'Yes, sir.'
Mutual assured destruction.
Cheol-gyu blackmailing her like some porn video to fuck her? No way that flies. And Yeon-woo framing him by telling uncle he groped her? Straight-up suicide.
"...."
An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment before vanishing. Cheol-gyu, glancing at his scowling cousin sister's face, finally forced out some words.
"I-I really... I seriously had no idea you worked here."
".....Bullshit."
"I just... came with a friend... for real. Why else would I be so shocked?"
"Hah... my head hurts."
Yeon-woo clutched her head as she listened. Come to think of it, her cousin brother stumbling in here seemed like one hell of a shitty coincidence.
No wonder her head throbbed.
"...."
"Hey, lemme smoke a cig. Fuck, this sucks..."
"Huh? Sis... you smoke too?"
At the academy, a haughty goddess of a teacher to the students. At home, the perfect picture of a model girl in front of their uncle. But now... buck naked, casually pulling out an e-cig, taking a deep drag, and blowing smoke into the air like it was nothing.
'Fuck, she acts all high-class and shit... turns out she's a delinquent chick?'
Cheol-gyu, who harbored deep trauma—and secret sexual fantasies—from delinquent girls back in school, found this revelation even more shattering than her being an OP girl.
"What's wrong with smoking? It's not even real cigs, just a vape."
"St-still..."
"Idiot."
Yeon-woo shot back coldly, exhaling a long stream of smoke at her pathetic cousin—then suddenly snapped. Her still-naked body, and his eyes glued to it, pissed her off.
"Goddamn it... hey, quit staring."
"Huh?"
"Why're you still gawking? Pervert...?"
"...."
Cheol-gyu felt a mounting sense of injustice piling up like geological layers, even if he couldn't pinpoint why.
Yeon-woo had lashed out at him hysterically, but realizing he now held her secret, she forced a sweet, coaxing tone.
"....Anyway, let's both keep our mouths shut at home. Got it?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah...."
"For real. It's a promise, right? Hey, honestly, we both know it's better this way... right, Cheol-gyu? Yeah?"
If she was gonna bitch, why not keep bitching like usual? Her usual monkey-disgusted glare suddenly turning sweet and placating? It made timid Cheol-gyu feel even more fucked over.
Worst part: she'd never once called him "Cheol-gyu" with any warmth before. Now that she had dirt on him, pretending to be nice? Treating him like a moron.
So when his cousin sister, Yeon-woo, said—
"Hah... anyway, today's our secret... now get lost."
—dismissing him one-sidedly, even spineless, total-loser Cheol-gyu couldn't help but rebel.
"Wh-what, just leave?"
"What? Then what, stay?"
Yeon-woo assumed him slinking away was a given. But the stacked-up grievances gave even this loser the spark to push back.
"I paid 400,000 won? To that manager..."
"What?!"
That instant, Yeon-woo's contemptuous expression was her usual glare amplified a hundredfold—like staring at human trash, a sex criminal.
"You psycho... hey, what're you thinking? You seriously wanna... fuck me?"
"....Wh-what's wrong with that?"
But as Cheol-gyu pushed back, it was Yeon-woo who choked. The total-loser, monkey, pervert, short-king cousin she knew—backtalking her like this?
"Have you lost your mind? Gone off the deep end? Hey... we're cousins..."
"Plenty of places where cousins marry, right?"
"You fucking lunatic?!"
Truth be told, Cheol-gyu wasn't serious either. Yeon-woo at 170cm, him at 163cm. Embarrassing, but physically, he couldn't take her.
But right now, the piled-up bullshit had his mouth running wild.
Seeing her face freeze cold at his rebellion sparked a dark thrill, and he prepped even bolder words.
"And... you're just a whore who spreads her legs for anyone with cash anyway, right?"
"....!"
Speechless, his sister trembled under his fact-bomb. Watching her—usually so insufferable—helplessly shaking filled Cheol-gyu with liberation.
'I made sis feel like shit! I control her mood!'
From childhood: compared looks-wise to his 193cm handsome brother, outdone sexually by freeloading cousin Jin-woo, even mindset-trumped by the "model girl" cousin sister.
But turns out the perfect cousin sis is an OP slut spreading for cash—and unlike usual, she couldn't do shit about his outburst.
That deep-seated inferiority complex uncoiling just a bit.
"....Y-you psycho?"
"...."
"You really... wanna fuck? With me?"
She let out a disbelieving scoff. Cheol-gyu doubled down.
"What... not enough money?"
"...."
"More cash, and you'll do it?"
He wasn't just talking—wallet out, he waved ten 100,000-won bills (fresh Shin Saimdang portraits) right in her face. Perfect tip-bagging.
"....Hey."
Of course, seeing her flip her lid at being treated like a full whore (which she was) made him flinch.
"....Have you gone insane?"
"...."
"Touch me, and I'll report you for rape..."
"Then I'll tell Dad. Better than jail, right?"
"...."
Another stretch of heavy silence. She'd blown up once, but his unexpected backbone threw Yeon-woo. Eyes darting, she weighed options—then reluctantly spoke.
"....No sex. Absolutely not."
"...."
"....B-but instead..."
Her face twisted in humiliation and shame. No matter how much of a shit he was, her sleazy OP secret couldn't leak to uncle—or anyone.
Truth: she was scared.
At least it was the loser cousin she usually treated like dirt; if it were a schoolmate like that kiss-room bust, she'd have spread wide and groveled.
So—no way she'd fuck him, even dead. But she had to pick the next-best compromise.
"Haa... handjob. I'll give you a handjob."
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"H-handjob?"
"Yeah. You know... with my hand... right?"
Cheol-gyu wanted to push for more, but after his big swing, his courage was spent. He was talking himself into settling for a handjob.
Plus, her firm tone screamed it was the line.
So, fumbling...
"F-for real?"
".....What? Don't want it?"
"N-no... I do."
Courage deflated, back to loser mode.
'Sis... is gonna touch my dick?'
Gulp.
The reality hit, heart pounding like mad.
"Hah... fuck! This is the last time. Got it?"
"Uh...."
"Promise. For real. Just this once... okay? Yeah? Be happy with a handjob. Got it?"
Her eyes desperate. Cheol-gyu nodded blankly.
"O-okay."
"....And total secret from Uncle. Got it?"
"Y-yeah."
As expected. She dreaded Uncle knowing her secret more than death.
Not the easiest blackmail material, but it settled him anyway.
"Haa...."
Deep breath, shit-eating expression as she approached. Cheol-gyu, perched on the bed, froze as she closed in. Yeon-woo knelt between his legs on the floor, looking up.
"....What? Not doing it? Fine by me."
"Huh? N-no! I am...."
"....Fuck. Take 'it' out."
"Huh? Oh, th-that."
Blank for a sec on what "it" meant, then fumbling—dick out in front of cousin sis again.
"Haa...."
Sighing heavily, Yeon-woo averted her eyes like grabbing a bug or filth, her slender white fingers wrapping his dick.
"Ugh...."
"....."
She rubbed slowly without looking, disgust plain. But Cheol-gyu, gazing down at her overt revulsion, drowned in a profoundly sordid pleasure.