You... Watch That Kind of Stuff?
Dragging my exhausted body and mind into my room, I dove straight onto the bed. I didn't want to think about anything, and fortunately, I couldn't. I just wanted to let my consciousness drift away into a dream. But I wasn't allowed even that.
"Going to sleep already?"
Hayeon's voice drifted from behind me. I hadn't even realized she had followed me in.
"I'm tired... I'm going to sleep, so don't touch me."
I reached out and yanked the edge of the blanket.
The thin blanket should have fluttered open and settled over my body. But—
Thud—
Before it could even land, she threw herself onto the bed.
"Haah... Seriously, you..."
The blanket gently drifted down, covering the two of us.
"Don't... touch you? You're talking pretty cocky, aren't you? For a flesh dildo."
"Hngh..."
"When you can't even move a muscle just from me touching your cock like this."
She stroked it gently, wearing a seductive, wicked smile.
"Should we go another round? Big brother, whose cock gets rock-hard just from his little sister touching it?"
"N-No..."
I knew I couldn't push her away. Once again, all the strength had been drained from my body by a body part that refused to obey my will. And doing so would only provoke this crazy bitch further.
"Haah... You little dog. You're so fucking hot♡ Go ahead, scream. Let Mom hear you."
"N-No..."
If Mom caught us like this...
"Apologize for being cocky."
"...I-I'm sorry... I was cocky..."
Right now, the only thing I could do to escape this crisis was beg for forgiveness.
"Fufu, good boy. If you'd been even a little slower to beg, my pussy would've gotten so soaked I'd have had to strip off my panties and eat you up. I'll let you off with just a goodnight kiss this time."
She puckered her lips and leaned in.
Ugh... A shiver of disgust ran down my spine, but if I stayed still, it wouldn't end with just a kiss.
Smooch—
I pressed my lips against hers.
"Hehehe, goodnight, Oppa."
This subhuman bitch, acting cute... But I couldn't help the wave of relief that her playful laughter brought. Beyond the relief of escaping immediate danger, I surrendered my body to my fading consciousness.
The next morning.
Feeling as if an invisible leash had been fastened around my neck, I walked to school with Hayeon. Even if Mom had her back turned to prepare breakfast, she was standing right next to us. Yet Hayeon had stretched her foot under the table, aiming straight for my crotch. I had managed to avoid it by pulling my chair back.
Watching her toes wiggle in frustration after losing their target, I felt a brief sense of victory. But it was short-lived. My future was a thin sheet of ice, and I felt pathetic for finding joy in such a trivial thing.
"I'll wait for you after school today too."
"I have plans."
Actually, I didn't. But I was going to make them.
"What? You wanna die?"
"I have a private life too..."
Suppressing my rising anger, I muttered back dejectedly.
"It's not a girl, is it?"
"No."
"If you're lying, you're seriously fucked. You know that, right?"
"I know..."
It was infuriating and humiliating. To think I had to grovel like this before my own little sister.
"Fine, I'll let it slide. Besides, tomorrow is a holiday, so we can spend the whole day together anyway♡"
Damn it... I had forgotten. Tomorrow was Friday, a public holiday. It should have been something to celebrate, but the Monkey Hand had completely ruined my long weekend.
Arriving at school, I spotted Sua already in the classroom, so I immediately headed over to Taehyun's class.
"What are your plans for this long weekend?"
The friend who would almost always grant my favors without even asking why. The one person I could rely on and leech off of with a peaceful mind. A man of principle who never forgot the favor of being set up with Sua and always took my side.
Don't you ever break up with Sua. I'm going to use you for the rest of my life.
"Tomorrow and the day after, my parents are coming down for the first time in a while, so I'm spending time with them. I don't have any plans for Sunday yet."
Taehyun's parents worked in Seoul. They lived in company-provided housing in the ridiculously expensive metropolitan area, commuting from there. They seemed to be key personnel at a major corporation.
Taehyun had also gone to school in Seoul until his second year of high school. To outsiders, Seoul was a glamorous, cutting-edge metropolis, but according to him, it was nothing short of hell for students preparing for college entrance exams. Every school, from Upper School to university, was strictly ranked, and advancing to a higher-ranked institution was their sole destiny.
In that city where winners and losers were starkly divided, Taehyun had once confessed that he suffered from severe depression. He was only able to stay in his hometown because his parents were originally from here. Parents born and raised in Seoul believed that if their children failed to get into a Seoul university and had to leave the city, their lives were essentially over, so they subjected them to immense psychological whipping.
I could understand it to some extent. For someone born and raised in Seoul, living in our city would probably be inconvenient from A to Z. The infrastructure gap between Seoul and provincial cities was massive. In social studies class, we learned that our city's current cultural level was roughly equivalent to Seoul's in the 2020s.
Swept up in that competitive atmosphere, Taehyun had tried to enter a Gangnam-area Upper School, only to break down completely before realizing that his parents didn't just value his grades. In front of his weeping parents, who asked why he had suffered all alone without saying a word, he vowed that even if he couldn't be the perfect filial son, he would do his absolute best for them.
So, I couldn't take away his time with his parents.
"Then, can you keep Sunday free for me all day?"
"Sure."
"And today too."
"Last time it was because of Juran. Did something happen again?"
I couldn't tell him.
"No, well... if you can't today, it's fine."
"It's not that I can't... but we can't hang out anywhere else. Is my place okay?"
"Deal."
"But you'll have to entertain yourself. I can't hang out with you."
I was curious about what he was up to, but since I couldn't answer his questions either, I decided not to pry.
Sitting in the corner of Taehyun's room, playing with my phone, I happened to glance at his computer screen and discovered a shocking truth.
"Is that a smut manga?!"
But I was actually glad to see it.
"Yeah, it's only natural for a guy to watch smut!"
"No... this is..."
"Let me see too."
"No, seriously... You're a guy, how can you like this kind of stuff?"
Anyone listening would think I'm reading BL or something.
"Hey, Taehyun. Think about it. We used to share info on dirty web novels and smuttoons all the time."
We weren't sex-obsessed maniacs, but we'd at least recommend good ones to each other.
"You crazy bastard... how long ago was that? Grow up and act like a man."
"Y-You bastard...! Saying the exact words that trigger me the most...!"
Though he meant it in a completely different way, a hit was still a hit.
"I'm going to spread rumors in your class that you watch this kind of stuff!"
"W-What?! You... are you trying to socially ruin me?!"
In reality, even if I spread the rumor, I'd be the only weird one for making a big deal out of it. The kids in his class had normal common sense, after all.
But tremble in fear, you who have wounded me.
"Then shut up and hand over the mouse! Your taste is actually pretty good."
Curiosity won out. I scrolled through what he had been reading. And then...!!
"T-This... You... you watch this kind of stuff...?"
"Argh, no! It's not because I want to!"
I was deeply shocked.
"Watching this kind of trash will rot your brain!"
It was NTR. Cuckoldry.
"Haah... Don't you think I know that? You know how pure of a pure-love romantic I used to be."
"I do! But do you have any idea how I feel right now?! The sheer sense of betrayal I feel toward you!"
"But... what else can I do? I have to write a review after reading this."
"What? What kind of crazy bastard tells you to write a review on this shit?"
"Watch your mouth... Calling someone else's girlfriend a crazy bastard..."
"..."
It was Sua.
"Hey, be honest. You think your girlfriend is crazy too, don't you?"
"..."
He couldn't bring himself to answer.
"Don't tell me you're still reading BL too..."
"No... actually, Sua said she didn't even like BL that much. She just read it because it was popular among girls and she wanted to join the conversation."
"But she likes NTR?"
"Damn it, that's the unfair part! She won't read it herself. She says she hates it. But she wants to know what makes a cuckolded man get aroused, so she ordered me to empathize with the cuckolded protagonist as much as possible and write a report that she can find convincing. Reading this kind of smut is torturous enough... but of all things..."
He finally vented his frustrations about Sua honestly.
But...
...I'm sorry. I think that's actually my fault.
I recalled a conversation I had with Sua, long before she and Taehyun had even met.
By the standards of today's altered common sense, it was a question that wouldn't even make sense in the first place.
"Why are guys all so obsessed with dirty things?"
At first, I wondered if she was asking for relationship advice.
"Is your boyfriend making too many moves on you?"
"I don't have a boyfriend!"
There was really no need to raise her voice like that.
"I just want to understand people who are different from me."
"Hmm... That's a good attitude."
"Hehe, you think so? Did I score some points with you, Haun?"
"It's much better than blindly hating someone without even trying to understand them."
"They say hatred of the unknown stems from primal fear. An instinct imprinted to avoid danger. So it's not entirely incomprehensible, but I think it's too primitive and animalistic. We are human because we can transcend our instincts. Personally, I support the theory that humanity survived and progressed through cooperation."
To be honest, I had felt a slight thrill at the prospect of having a dirty conversation with such an innocent-looking girl, but listening to her long-winded lecture completely cooled my excitement.
She was the real deal. I could feel a pure, academic curiosity completely devoid of any sexual undertones.
But still.
"Hmm... I haven't really thought about it deeply either. That instinct you called animalistic... I've only ever thought of it in those simple terms."
"Even instincts can be explained through biology or evolutionary psychology. So just give it a thought. No pressure. It's not like we're writing a thesis, and it's just a chat between the two of us, so it's fine if you're wrong."
"I'm just worried my subjective opinion might give you a warped view of all men."
"It's fine, it's fine. Let's put other guys aside for now and think of it as getting to know the man named Seong Haun first."
In that case, there was one thing that came to mind.
"Do you happen to know the expression, 'my dick is about to burst'?"
I had no choice but to talk about that love-hate existence—the thing indispensable to a man, yet the source of all worldly desires, and in severe cases, even physical pain.