Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Doing Bad Things
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"Okay. Now you look a bit like a big sister?"
Lee Ji-yoon, now sporting a ponytail tied with a single black rubber band.
She stood in front of me, flashing an awkward smile.
Honestly, it was obvious it was forced.
But maybe because they're sisters.
I could kind of see a hint of Lee Ha-yoon, the one who usually goes around with that sparkling grin.
Though if we're just talking looks, the only real similarity is their jade-green eyes.
"You kinda look like Ha-yoon sis."
"Really? Then what if I add, 'Woo-jin~' like this?"
"Nah, that doesn't work at all. Don't."
"...Yeah? Well, I wouldn't know what it's like when she's alone with you."
What it's like, huh...
She's cute as hell but insists on being treated like a big sis, so she pulls these weird stunts.
Then, the moment I stroke her hair and pat her scalp, she rubs her forehead against my chest, twitching happily over and over.
After sex, she pouts for like two minutes, not saying a word.
"Sorry," I say something casual like that, her grudge melts away, and she beams while accepting my kiss.
We keep going until time's almost up after the kiss.
It's not something you can just fake.
Besides, one girl like that is more than enough.
I want to fuck you, Lee Ji-yoon.
I want to see what kind of reactions you'll have.
So.
"...Lee Ha-yoon."
Lee Ji-yoon, trying her absolute best to act like her sister.
I stood in front of her and deliberately called out Ha-yoon's name.
Contradictorily enough.
Honestly, by now, I think I get her kink.
Not her own name,
but being called by her sister's name,
and the way she flinched the moment she heard it,
yeah, my guess is spot on.
The day we first met.
The snippy attitude she spat out while looking at Ha-yoon who came to the infirmary.
When she told me her sister's kink in exchange for treatment.
The weird way she kept paying attention to me.
At the karaoke place.
No need to, but she climbed onto my lap and pinned me down like she was devouring me.
And now.
I already said it's fine at my place,
asked her multiple times if she really wanted to do it here,
behind her sister's back,
in her sister's room,
smiling like her sister,
with a hairstyle like her sister's,
offering to help me practice instead of her sister.
You can't blame me for misunderstanding, right?
"......Ah."
I grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto the bed. She let out a short gasp, then clamped her mouth shut.
I gazed down at her lost jade-green eyes for a moment before pulling up the khaki jacket she was wearing to cover half her face.
The inside was soft white fleece anyway, so no risk of hurting her.
With that, I covered Lee Ji-yoon's mouth.
"...! ...?!"
And softly pressed my lips against it.
"......! .... ...!"
Skin didn't touch.
No saliva mixed.
Breaths didn't mingle at all.
Just our gazes locked endlessly,
a crisp,
something mimicking a kiss.
I pinned her flailing wrists to the bed as she panicked and squirmed, continuing that "bad" act.
...You're doing bad things behind your sister's back too, wanting this in Ha-yoon's room, aren't you, Lee Ji-yoon?
No?
"Mmph...! ......! ...."
After a bit of continuing the fake kiss with her eyes dodging mine.
I frowned, wiped my lips carefully with my fingertips, and sat up.
Because Lee Ji-yoon, her face flushed red, was shoving my body away hard with her bare feet.
...That fucking hurts.
"Phah...! Hack...! Hack......! W-what the hell are you doing, you psycho...!"
"Why?"
"It's a k-kiss.... This is..."
"Didn't touch. And you told me to pounce."
"...T-true, but..."
She had a bit of Ha-yoon's vibe earlier, but now, after one fake kiss, she was back to regular Lee Ji-yoon.
The version I heard over Discord during games, even.
I like this better than you forcing the Ha-yoon act anyway.
You probably want to get pounced on while acting like your sister.
That's your kink.
With your sister's boyfriend,
behind her back,
pretending to be her,
doing bad things.
Something like that.
...In short,
you're just a massive pervert.
"No kisses?"
"....... ...Fine. But like earlier, put something in between.... No real kisses, ever..."
See?
She could've just flat-out said no,
but she leaves room,
lecherously.
"Then let's set the rules now. What's okay, what's not."
"......No sex."
"Duh?"
"Y-you never know. Fuck..."
She said it herself and frowned, embarrassed, thumping my thigh with her feet.
No condoms anyway, so I had no intention of going there.
One slip-up with pregnancy, and my whole plan crumbles.
You need to get fucked like a dog every night, then play the pure hero during the day.
Get knocked up, and you won't show your face to those pig fans for over a year.
With some lame excuse like health issues that no one buys.
Then what's the point of fucking you?
You gotta slaughter villains and show up on TV,
grace internet articles,
do occasional interviews,
read fan comments one by one gushing over your "unexpected charm" while you're trembling like a leaf in a way that doesn't suit you,
you who doesn't give a shit about fans,
but instead, get ruined so bad you can't think straight by my massive cock,
fuck you until the bed's covered in irregular pussy juice stains,
that's when my plan's complete.
"And? That's it? No sex?"
"W-what do you mean, and?"
"I said, tell me what's off-limits."
Still pinning her wrists to the bed, her throat bobbed up and down.
And what came out was.
"...As long as... no s-sex.... It's fine..."
A mumble full of interpretation.
"I'm helping with practice for pouncing on sis..."
A mumble biased toward one side.
"T-touching a little won't wear it out anyway."
"......"
"You're sis's boyfriend, so no 'ulterior motives'..."
"......"
"Friends, right?"
"......"
"...You won't get weird ideas, right? It's just touching. Yeah?"
A mumble packed with excuses,
filled only with thoughts of indulging her kink,
hard to grasp with normal senses.
"...So, no sex, and that's it?"
"...Yeah."
"I can touch your body like I would Ha-yoon sis for real."
"...Yeah, but boundaries? You know?"
"Boundaries? Bluntly, I can grope your tits, right?"
"Y-yeah, but...! Th-that......"
Slipping into her mumble,
"...You can touch, but no pinching, twisting, squeezing......"
A much smaller whisper echoed over Ha-yoon's bed.
Because I was pinning her wrists, she couldn't hide her flushed face.
Whisper whisper.
I grabbed the collar of her clothes again and continued.
"If something bugs you, kick me like before. It hurt like hell."
"...It hurt?"
"You think heel-stomping doesn't?"
"...I'll be careful. Earlier was just... sudden, so I panicked..."
"Whatever. Just kick hard. If I don't notice, you'll be frustrated too."
"......"
"...Hold this. In your mouth."
"......"
She nodded faintly and carefully bit down on the khaki jacket I held to her lips.
I looked into her jade-green eyes, identical to her sister's,
and once more, with the crisp fabric between us,
pressed my lips to Lee Ji-yoon's.
"....... ...."
No nibbling,
no tongues,
no biting,
nothing,
just pretending.
A fake kiss.
Just moments ago, she'd been kicking wildly saying no kisses, but now Lee Ji-yoon lay still without resistance, staring blankly up at my face.
Her thighs on the bed just twitching and rubbing eagerly.
Sis is just an excuse, and you're just filling your own desires, huh.
Whatever.
Better than holding back laughs at your awkward acting.
Just stay like that.
"...Hoo..."
"......"
I pulled my lips from the tightly pressed khaki jacket,
took a short breath,
and exhaled softly.
Her jacket, warmed a bit from us being so close.
Gazing down at it, I gathered her wrists above her head and pinned them tight.
"Looking at it like this, your tits seem bigger than sis's. Right?"
"...Use polite speech. I'm standing in for sis right now..."
"Are they?"
"...Mine are a bit bigger, but.... Mmph..."
Lee Ji-yoon mumbled, embarrassed.
I overlapped our lips again,
and placed my palm on her plain white t-shirt with its cheap print.
The moment it touched, her waist tensed with a twitch.
Just brushing up a little, and her ribs squirmed under the wrists I held meekly.
Passing them,
slowly dragging up
until my thumb sank into her vulgarly swollen breast.
"...Phah.... Hey, Seo Woo-jin..."
"What."
"S-say something while you do it..."
"What? I've been talking."
"...Like, 'I can't hold back anymore, sis.' Or something...!"
"......"
"Right now it just feels like... s-sex..."
"...I get what you want, but this isn't a romance novel—what's with the cringy lines."
"...Th-that weird?"
"Yeah. Weird."
"...Doesn't seem that different from real life..."
"It is, idiot. Like..."
Over the t-shirt.
I dragged the soft bra caught on my fingers up along with the white fabric and continued.
"...I dunno either."
"...Knew it. ...You little shit..."
To loosen up her tension.
"You don't usually talk like that."
Pfft.... Did 'little shit' get to you...?"
"Yeah. Anyone else, maybe, but from you with no guy friends let alone boyfriend."
"...S-so what? Jealous? Call me virgin bitch then."
"Virgin bitch."
"...You little.... .... ...shit."
Her pale breasts fully exposed,
cherry blossom nipples flicked by me,
"Virgin bitch."
"You little.... Ngh....... Sh, shit..."
Instead of telling me to stop,
so she could snap back at me like it was no big deal.
"...Keep it up. I can stop anytime, you can't."
"...Whatever. Even after I hinted she likes rape play, you still can't fuck her, you pussy."
"I can indulge that kink later."
"Excuses.... ...Fine. You're just not confident, right?"
"Confident?"
"If you pounce on sis like I said, she might not like it."
"......"
"Bingo. Seo Woo-jin, you..., ...Ah. ...Smaller than you thought...?"
To make her ride the mood and slip up a little.
"Wanna see it?"
"...Wh-what...?"
An excuse from your words, to practice even more embarrassingly.
"What cock your sister's gonna get fucked by later."
"......"
"Wanna see?"
Everything you just said,
turned into shackles coming back at you.
I steered the conversation there.
"......"
"......"
So that's why.
Take it off.
Don't.
Instead of an answer,
first came
gulp, gulp.
The sound of Lee Ji-yoon swallowing hard.