The Sister's Secret and the Rainy Encounter
Why my sister acts like that is obvious. She’s just irritated by what I said. That I’m not some lesbian, and the idea of me liking her is absurd. I was explaining it without even feeling the need to justify myself, when… I had a slightly mischievous thought. I ended up saying that the reason I get along with her boyfriend is because he’s handsome. If I had just said he’s kinder than most people, it would have passed without issue. Even if I’d lied and said I just enjoy teaching him games, that would have been fine, too. I know all of that. I know, but… if not then, when else could I take a shot? By saying I got close to her boyfriend because he’s handsome, I was provoking her—making it something only I could understand, leaving her feeling uncertain.
"…."
Click. The front door closes. As always, it’s just the two of us left in the house. Seo Woojin didn’t even say a word to me until the end, but that doesn’t matter. Obviously, my sister must have told him not to get too close to me. It’s not like he decided to distance himself from me on his own, right? If I drink some water, go to my room, and wait a little, a KakaoTalk message from Seo Woojin will arrive on my phone. Something like, "Your sister was this and that… anyway, that’s how it happened." But I… I feel a bit bitter about just tucking my tail and retreating to my room.
"…What, what are you doing?"
"…."
I blocked her path while tilting my cup of barley tea. Maybe because the house is small, I can easily block someone’s way just by stretching one foot out. "You ask what I’m doing? That’s what I want to ask you. Why are you the one saying that?" I’m not angry. I’m not even annoyed. I’m just genuinely curious about the situation that just happened. Once I satisfy my curiosity, I’ll go straight to my room and lounge around. I make my voice as indifferent as possible so that the emotions behind it don't show. "Why did Seo Woojin suddenly act like he didn't even see me?"
"D-did he?"
"He was busy kissing and sucking on you, but he didn't even say hello to me."
"…Eh, um…."
I’m not angry. I’m really not. I’m just curious. It’s painfully obvious that my sister ordered him to act that way, but I want to see what kind of excuse she’ll make in front of me. I chew on the tip of my tongue while catching the faint scent of my sister. Beyond the smell of rain, I can smell our home’s fabric softener. My sister’s soft scent. The smell of alcohol. And mixed in is a familiar shampoo scent. It’s definitely Seo Woojin’s shampoo.
"He, he was probably just so focused on me that he didn't have the time to greet you."
"…You’ve got to be kidding. How much focus does it take to say hello?"
"Maybe he was just tired…."
"Ah. So he had time to kiss you like that, but no time to greet me…."
"…."
"…Hmm. I’ll have to ask him separately on KakaoTalk later. If he was really that tired."
"…."
"If he really ignored me for a reason like that, I’ll have to be a huge pain in the ass at the infirmary tomorrow."
…How boring. Her reaction. She could have just said it was because she was suspicious of me. Maybe it was hard to say that since we have to see each other’s faces every morning. My cup was empty. Not wanting to talk to my sister anymore, I set the cup in the sink and started to move.
"…?"
"…."
Unlike before, she blocked my path.
"…What are you doing?"
"Hey, …Jiyoon-ah."
My name spilled from her lips, hesitant. And what followed was:
"…This. It fell out of Woojin’s room…."
"…What is that?"
"…Huh? …W-wait a second? I definitely put it in my pocket…."
"…."
My sister slowly rummages through her pockets as if she has something to show me. But no matter how much she searches, nothing comes out, and she panics. She turns her ears bright red, perhaps from embarrassment.
"…Ah, did it fall out while I was having sex with Woojin just now…."
"……."
"Well, we were at it for nearly two hours…."
"…So what? Why are you telling me that?"
She didn't seem to intend it, but my sister is strangely getting under my skin.
"…I, I picked it up…."
"Picked up what?"
"…The same snow-white hair as yours. On Woojin’s… bed."
"…."
"The bedsheets are white too, so it was hard to notice…."
"…."
"…Anyway."
As if she doesn't know how to start the conversation, she fidgets with her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen and continues.
"…Don’t meet him. The two of you."
"…."
After delivering her final ultimatum, my sister walks quickly toward her room. She closes the door with a click without even waiting for my answer. I let the voice of that Lee Hayoon—no, no, my sister, my own biological sister—play in my ears over and over again, and then I stumble into my room, collapse, and slump down in front of the door.
"…."
I got caught. What do I do? It’s not because of any normal emotion like that. "…Hoo…, hoo…." It’s not suspicion. I really… got caught. That I had sex with my sister’s boyfriend…, I really got caught. I had only ever imagined it, but because of the thrill of the taboo—a level I’d never felt before—my legs, which were perfectly fine until a moment ago, had no strength left in them.
"…Crazy…."
I’m insane. Seriously, I’m fucking insane. I sit leaning against the door, my knees trembling for a moment. Before I get into trouble because I’m soaked from my own fluids, I lift my hips slightly and pull my underwear down to my knees. …It’s okay to push my panties aside, but I can’t do that with my pants…. …Ugh, I can’t, I caaan’t….
"…Ah, seriously…. Haa…."
It’s only because I got caught by my sister that I’m like this. Then, what if I do it with Seo Woojin right in front of my sister, who even warned me not to meet him? What if I get chosen as the woman Seo Woojin likes more, right in front of my sister who is meowing and acting all irritable? No. No. To be chosen, I have to reach the stage where I’m having sex with the two of them together. Before I get that far, what if I bring him to our house tomorrow, even though she told me not to meet him… and we have a ton of sex? What would that feel like? Instead of a nice scent like body wash or shampoo, we’d be reeking of sweat, the smell of "we were just fucking like crazy," with eyes glazed over from pleasure. With a body covered in red marks that were clearly grabbed, maybe even slapped or choked… and even with a hickey on my neck that makes it obvious who the culprit is, what would it be like to run into my sister when she comes home, clueless and happy, and just say, "Hehe," and smile? Just how crazy would that be… what kind of feeling would that be?
"…."
Maybe I’d cum until I died right there. …Without a single bit of exaggeration. Seriously.
Strangely enough, not a single message of protest came from Lee Jiyoon. She could have asked why I wouldn't even make eye contact, or if I couldn't at least say hello. Or even what I did with Lee Hayoon at my place today. Any of those would have been fair game. I don't expect she was waiting for me to explain myself first. She probably knows it’s because of Lee Hayoon, so she’s not bothering to ask me. Given Lee Jiyoon’s personality, I thought she might have sent a text, but who knows. Since human behavior isn't always predictable, I pushed the thought out of my head.
"Hoo…."
A night in the middle of the work week. Rain had been added to the mix, but the city center never got quiet. People just occupied space according to the size of their umbrellas. I was lost in idle thoughts—wondering if a terrorist attack had happened in the Gyeongju area—when it happened.
"…Ah."
"…Oh."
"Huh?"
A common accident occurred. I bumped into an umbrella coming from the opposite direction, and rainwater splashed everywhere…. It was an accident similar to simple negligence. Well, the streets were crowded, so it was inevitable. Usually, in these kinds of accidents, the taller person is at a huge disadvantage. The smaller person doesn't really suffer much damage. If you’re unlucky and run into a scary guy, you might get shaken down for a large dry-cleaning bill. That’s about it. Sadly, this time, I was the taller one. The umbrella of the man walking toward me, chatting and laughing, poked me right in the solar plexus. And the rainwater that had been pooling on his umbrella soaked my shirt completely.
"Hey, shit, Baek Jiho, what are you doing!"
"I, I’m sorry. I was talking to my girlfriend and didn't see where I was going…."
"…It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. My shoulder was already pretty wet anyway."
…Yeah, what can you do. I waved my hand to reassure him and sighed quietly. I was too lazy to get angry over every little thing, but it was definitely uncomfortable to have my clothes soaked in water. Let’s just think of it as doing a good deed to get some luck later. Just as I was about to go on my way, I made eye contact with the man who was bowing his head profusely.
"…Oh. By any chance…."
"…?"
Just as the man had said "by any chance," I felt the same way. I’ve definitely seen this person’s face somewhere…. Since I wouldn't remember a man’s face, there are two possibilities. Either he was someone under Kwon Nam-ho, or he’s an academy student. But since he seems to know me too, the more likely of the two is….
"…Hey. Dabin-ah."
"Why."
"Isn't that the new infirmary teacher? The one who said he was 20…?"
"Why are you asking me that? You idiot."
"…No, I’ve only been to the infirmary two or three times…."
"I’ve never been there once, so how would I know?"
An academy student. When I looked at the large sword case strapped to the man’s back, one familiar item caught my eye. It was a cute teddy bear keychain. I’d seen it once in front of the infirmary during winter break, and once on the street while I was having trouble because of Yozora.
"…Hey. That…, yeah. It is the infirmary teacher, but…."
"Ah, I, I’m sorry…. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, Teacher."
"No, no. You really don’t have to worry about it…."
Then is the woman next to him the one who was kicking this guy back then? As I accepted his apology and shifted my gaze, a girl with the same red hair I’d seen back then was looking up at me indifferently. …Her clothes were plain, but she looked like a total delinquent, was the thought that crossed my mind, but it wasn't something I could say out loud, so I swallowed it. Besides, what should I say…. I have a feeling I’ve seen her somewhere too.
"…Ah, Baek Jiho, seriously…. Hey, get out of the way."
"Huh? …Oh."
"Don’t be so frustrating, just move."
Is it because she’s striking? Does she look like some celebrity? Maybe she looks like a famous hero. As I slowly traced my memory, something popped into my head, and I examined the girl’s face again.
"Teacher. Your account number."
"Pardon?"
"I said give me your account number. I’ll send you the dry-cleaning money right away."
"No, I’m not just saying that, I’m really fine…."
"I’m not fine, so just give it to me. I’ll send a reasonable amount."
"…."
The way she swept her bangs back with one hand because she was annoyed. I’ve definitely seen that on the internet. The sharp, cat-like eyes that were the limit of "she looks like a bitch no matter how nicely she speaks," and the pointed fangs that showed at the corners whenever she opened her mouth were the same. I remember some idiots blathering on about how if you get a blowjob from a mouth like that, you’ll get your dick torn off or not, and how it’s a great feeling of conquest to get a blowjob without being scratched by the fangs at all. …When it was revealed through paparazzi that she had a boyfriend, I’d even heard people say they knew she would be like that because she looked like a slut.
"So, 33…. 141…."
Immediately after she tapped away on her phone, a small notification sound rang on mine. When I pulled down the top status bar of my phone, what I saw was none other than the name of the depositor. Seol Dabin. Her code name was probably just Seol Dabin, the same as her name, because she was "too embarrassed." She hadn't reached the level of a Numbering hero, but I remember her as being at the very top of the A-rank. …Unlike Lee Hayoon, who is clumsy with her power, I also recall that she is an evolutionary-type hero who is very good at using her lower body.
"There. I sent 100,000 won, so don’t try to give it back. That’s enough for dry cleaning, right?"
"…Wait, you said a reasonable amount. It’s just rainwater, and even if I took it to the cleaners, it wouldn't cost more than 10,000 won, so 100,000 won is…."
"Goodbye!"
"…."
As I was chewing over the name in the deposit history, she cut me off, grabbed her boyfriend’s wrist, and disappeared into the crowd. …Without even giving me a chance to return the money. Swiftly.