The Doll-Like Sister's Kiss
Smooch♡ Smack♡ Kiss♡
Something warm and slippery touched my lips.
"Nngh… what…?"
Lick…♡
"Mmm♡ Slurp… Ahh… Oppa, why do you always sleep in so late? Ugh… my lips are gonna chap."
Black mid-length hair falling to her collarbone.
A one-sided ponytail tied with a red ribbon.
Crimson eyes,
A pert little nose.
Tiny pale pink lips.
Doll-like, perfectly delicate features.
My "little sister," who looked nothing like me—not even a single resemblance.
"Ah, sorry. But why are you in my room?"
"Hah? It's common sense for a little sister to wake her oppa up."
Oh, right.
That was common sense.
"Jeez. Spouting nonsense first thing in the morning. Get out of bed already—we're going to school together. We're gonna be late!"
My sister left the room.
The door hinges, ungreased for ages, creaked with an eerie screeech as it shut—sending chills down my spine.
Shhhhhaaaaa!
August's endless rainy season.
The clock pointing to 12:29 AM.
Tick.
Tick.
The second hand's relentless march.
Plip. Plip.
Raindrops battering the window, making a sickening sound.
Something was wrong.
"Wha… what is this…"
Everything felt off.
In the cold, heavy air, my eyes caught the bookshelf.
One model book gleamed like the only spot of color in a black-and-white photo.
'A model book…?'
How did I know it was a model book? When had I learned that?
Wobble—
My legs shook as I stood from the bed, but I barely made it to the shelf.
Rattle rattle rattle.
Shaking the model book produced a sound—like something loose inside.
Thump thump thump thump.
My heart raced for no reason I could name.
I opened the model book.
Inside was a smartphone, just as my gut had told me.
I reached for it.
And the moment I gripped it—
A horrific sensation hit me.
The kind no human with intact limbs should ever feel.
Slice— slice— slice—
"Grrgh! Graaaaaah!!"
Crackle! Snap crackle crunch! Splinter!
My limbs, my body—torn apart by excruciating torture.
Crunch— grind— cruuuunch! Spliiiit!
Flesh slicing, bones grinding, bones shattering under a hammer!
Shiver shiver shiver.
A piercing ring screamed in my ears, burrowing into my skull, amplifying insanely.
My eyes throbbed like they might pop out—no, explode.
It was the pain that made CRPS patients mummify and waste away from agony alone—I understood it instantly.
When I came to, drenched in cold sweat, something soft touched me.
"—O-oppa!"
A monster stared at me, tears streaming down its face.
Empty pupils. Twisted mind. A demon with a warped soul!
"Grk…! G-get… away… from… me!!"
I shoved it away with all my strength.
Thud!
"Hic! O-o-oppa… Why, oppa? Are you okay?!"
It fell hard on its ass but crawled toward me on all fours.
"Stay back!"
I screamed, face smeared with tears and snot, but it was useless.
The horror kept crawling closer.
My head spun.
Past—no, future me.
No… past…?
Days from now.
Time in my mind turned to mush.
My brain felt like minced chunks.
Unknown info. Memories I shouldn't have yet—flooding in wildly.
Model book. Pills. Parents. Kim Su-hee. Janitor. Cockroach. School. Kang Jia. Gymnasium. Smartphone. Diary.
"Aaaaaargh!!"
I ran.
I didn't want to stay in this house.
I didn't want to share the same air as that demon named Kang Jia.
Crash!
I hurled myself through the window.
"O-oppa!!"
Glass shards grazed my cheek, slicing skin. As I plummeted into the midnight rain, fragments floated with me.
'It's only the second floor.'
Bruises at worst, maybe a fracture. Then I could escape.
That's what I'd thought.
Stab.
Until the first-floor flowerbed's iron fence impaled my throat.
"Kerk!?"
Blood gushed from my mouth.
"Gurrrrgle…"
Stars burst in my vision.
Bang!
The front door burst open—Kang Jia rushing out.
"O-o…ppa…?"
She staggered toward my dying body.
"Ah…? Huh…? O…ppa…? Why… why…?"
Thump.
She collapsed like a marionette with cut strings.
Blood trickled from her scraped knees on the asphalt. It mixed with the rain, flowing into the gutter.
When the two streams—my blood from my throat and hers—touched…
I blacked out again.
…
Smooch♡
Smack♡ Kiss♡
Something warm and slippery touched my lips.
"…?"
Lick…♡
"Mmm♡ Slurp… Ahh… Oppa, why do you always sleep in so late? Ugh… my lips are gonna chap."
Black mid-length hair falling to her collarbone.
A one-sided ponytail tied with a red ribbon.
Crimson eyes,
A pert little nose.
Tiny pale pink lips.
Doll-like, perfectly delicate features.
That thing who looked nothing like me—my □□□. A voice colder than I thought possible came from my own mouth.
"Get out."
She flinched.
"Get. Out."
"Wha—what…? Oppa?"
My mind was a mess.
A boiling hatred and hostility toward her—my "little sister"—surged up.
Part of me wanted to curse her out and tell her to fuck off, but instinct screamed not to provoke her too much.
"Jia, please go out. I beg you. Just leave me alone for a bit… ten minutes…"
"Wh-what? Why, oppa…? D-did I do something wrong? Was the kiss bad? S-s-sorry! Why are you like this…?"
To manipulate her my way, curses wouldn't work—sweet words were needed. It felt etched into my soul.
"Oppa loves his little sister so much… Urk!"
Forcing out those false words of love nearly made me puke.
But I swallowed the nausea.
"You know that, right?"
"Heuk…?♡ H-hngh♡♡"
Shiver♡
"M-me too, oppa… I l-love you, so so so so much!"
She couldn't read human emotions.
She didn't grasp the disgust and terror laced into my "love"—just burned with lust from the surface words.
"Yeah. So let oppa be alone for a bit?"
"Nngh…♡ Y-yeah! O-okay…"
She shyly wriggled out, body twisting. Leaning against my door in the hall, wet squelch sounds and moans drifted in—probably masturbating.
Like I was possessed, I stood, pulled the model book from the fourth shelf, fifth slot.
My mind itched like a dam about to burst. One trigger from the past would flood it all.
I took out the smartphone inside.
Crackle!
"Grrgh… Grraaak…"
As expected, detailed memories surged.
Past and future collided—the death from that point hammered my brain.
The cold iron spike from the second-floor fall piercing my throat. Blood flooding from the torn carotid.
Body heat draining, drowning in my own blood, suffocating.
"Huff…! Huff…! Huff…!"
I cupped my hands over my mouth to stave off hyperventilation—needed to keep the CO2 levels steady or I'd pass out.
My body shook from the suffocation and plummeting body temp.
But based on the info this phone triggered, that fence-impaled "second death" was almost merciful.
'Kang Jia… you fucking monster…'
Faint echoes of limb-severing pain lingered.
But no panic like the first reset.
The second death overlaid the first's agony, muting it.
My mind sharpened insanely. Brain at peak, analyzing the phenomenon.
First: This world was tainted by Altered Common Sense on January 1st this year.
Second: Beings wielding its power emerged, plus conceptual entities that are the alteration. Like Kang Jia with her Suggestion Voice, the giant cockroach defying biology, "parents" and the Janitor straight from urban legends.
Third: I'd likely been granted the Altered Common Sense to reset death.
"This much… I get it now."
I understood why past-me had so confidently said, "Surrender to Kang Jia's pleasure and you die."
Past-me had died before.
"Damn it…"
How I died mattered.
A gruesome end would scar the next loop's me mentally.
Keep dying like this, and my sanity would shatter soon.
Knock knock knock.
"O-oppa~ You okay, right?"
Kang Jia's voice.
I quickly hid the phone back in the model book and climbed into bed.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Can I come in?"
The monster entered again—Kang Jia.
"D-did you have a scary dream? Sh-should I hold you…?"
Using awkward formal speech, terrified of my dislike, she approached.
I forced my stiff face into a smile.
"Yeah. Will you hold oppa?"
"Y-yeah! I'll hold you…"
Squeeze… "Good boy… my oppa's so good…"
She gently hugged me, stroking my back.
Blind to the twisted expression on my face over her shoulder.
I have to do something about Kang Jia.