Woohee's Proposal
"Urgh—!"
A groan escaped my lips unbidden.
Squelch— squelch—
My whole body stiffened like a log, then trembled uncontrollably.
My vision flashed white, and a hot lump boiled up from my gut, the urge to cum crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"J-Jiha! Wait, just—let go for a sec!"
I twisted my hips desperately, grabbing her wrist.
But as my cock throbbed wildly on the brink, swelling madly, Jiha just smiled sweetly and squeezed tighter.
Squeeze♥
"Ngh, ahhh…!"
That was it.
My lower body bucked violently upward, and the pent-up semen erupted into her palm.
"Eek!"
Jiha let out a short squeak, flinching in surprise.
Spurt— splurt— splatter!
Hot, sticky white fluid soaked her small palm, dripping between her fingers onto my stomach and inside the blanket.
I collapsed into her tiny embrace, gasping for breath.
My mind blinked pure white, then slowly refocused.
The lingering pleasure rippled faintly down my spine.
Shudder—!
My thigh muscles quivered.
In the pitch-black blanket cocoon, only our ragged, irregular breaths tangled noisily.
"Hah… hah……."
I covered my eyes with my arm, panting heavily.
This was insane.
I'd actually vented my lust using my little sister's hand.
Shame and regret surged through me; I wanted to bite my tongue.
At the same time… if she does it again, that'd be nice…
Jiha didn't move.
She just held my cock tight, staring blankly at her semen-covered hand.
"This is……."
She murmured in a trembling voice.
"This is the semen that came from Oppa’s body…… right."
There was no disgust or displeasure in her voice.
Instead, she gazed at this first glimpse of life's essence with wonder and awe.
The breeding act Mama had commanded.
That abstract notion had become hot, fishy reality in her palm.
Not inside Jiha's baby room, but…
She rubbed the semen on her palm with her thumb.
Stretch—
The viscous fluid stretched like a spiderweb♥
"J-Jiha. That's dirty… don't touch it more."
I sat up in a hurry, grabbing the roll of tissue from the bedside table.
I unrolled a long strip, bunched it up, and gently wrapped her hand.
"Sorry… I scared you……."
I bowed my head deeply, carefully wiping the semen from her hand.
Every time I cleaned between her fingers, my face burned like a furnace.
I roughly wiped the traces on my cock and stomach too, then tossed the crumpled wad into the bedside trash.
Jiha watched me silently the whole time I cleaned her hand.
Her cheeks were still flushed peach-pink, her chest heaving up and down.
"Oppa."
As I reached for the trash again, she cupped my cock softly with both hands.
"It's not dirty."
Her big, clear eyes stared straight at me.
"This is life that can save our greenhouse…. And I read in a book. If this goes inside a girl, a baby is born… the next generation……."
Her pure logic choked me up.
She meant it.
In this twisted situation, Jiha was pushing forward, fueled by her love for me.
She stroked my cheek with a faint smile.
"And… Jiha eased Oppa's painful, bunched-up thing. I'm glad."
Her words were so endearing and heartbreaking that I threw my arms around her tiny body without thinking.
"Jihaaa!"
"Kyaa—!"
She squeaked, burying her face in my broad chest.
The warmth through her thin clothes struck my heart harder than the sticky release moments ago.
"Thank you, Jiha…. I think the pain's all gone now, thanks to you."
I rubbed my cheek against her soft golden hair, whispering low.
"But… no more forcing it like this. You don't have to push yourself this hard to help me. Got it?"
She nuzzled my chest and shook her head stubbornly.
"It's not pushing."
Her arms hugged my waist tight.
"I want to be someone Oppa needs too. Not just the baby always hiding behind the sisters, throwing tantrums… I want to be a grown-up Oppa can lean on when he's hurting."
Her small but firm confession warmed the dark room.
I didn't argue anymore, just patted her back slowly.
The weight of her devotion and love was too heavy; I couldn't brush it off with light words.
How long did we stay like that?
Jiha lifted her head slightly from my arms, blinking up at me.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"But… they say you get sleepy after doing it once. Aren't you sleepy, Oppa?"
Her random question—from who knows where—nearly made me burst out laughing.
"Uh… a bit tired, but not enough to pass out."
"Then I'll put you to sleep. Like Oppa did for me back then."
Without waiting for an answer, she pushed me down onto the bed.
She lay beside me, pulling the blanket up to our chins.
Her small hand rested on my chest, patting rhythmically.
Pat.
Pat.
Exactly like how I'd soothed her when she came crying from nightmares.
The roles reversed was a bit funny, but her touch melted my tension like magic.
"Good night, Woohyun Oppa. Sweet dreams…."
Her whisper faded softly by my ear.
Hearing her breaths even out steadily, I closed my eyes too.
The stormy day had passed; the sticky, warm night deepened.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
…I woke up midway.
More precisely, there was a reason I absolutely couldn't sleep till morning.
Smack♥
I kissed her sleeping forehead gently.
I opened the wardrobe in the corner, pulled out a fresh blanket, and draped it softly over her curled-up form.
The old one was ruined with my semen.
Sleeping in her arms was nice, but…
I had to wash the blanket before anyone caught me!
Deep into the night past midnight, no one should be up, I figured.
I rolled the sticky, semen-stained blanket into a bundle and crept downstairs carefully.
Stuff it in the washer now, run the dryer quietly, and no one would notice by morning.
Feeling relieved, I entered the first-floor bathroom changing room and was about to shove the blanket into the machine.
"Woohyun."
The voice behind me nearly stopped my heart.
Woohee Noona leaned against the bathroom door, watching me quietly.
"W-Woohee Noona?"
That was close… sh-she didn't see the blanket, did she?
"Haru Unnie was sorting ledgers with me in the living room till 10, then went to bed. Seonyu went at 9, and Harin locked herself in after dinner."
Her gaze pierced my flickering eyes.
"That leaves just Jiha. I heard footsteps toward your room earlier. You did it with her, didn't you?"
Whoosh—
She pulled the blanket I'd been stuffing into the washer and calmly examined the stains.
……I'm screwed.
Woohee Noona's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"I thought you liked Haru Unnie. Unexpected choice. Decided to breed with Jiha?"
Her question was blunt and direct.
"W-what are you saying…."
But she crossed her arms, blocking my escape with pure logic.
"Woohyun, this is serious. Choosing your breeding partner—your mate—affects the survival of the whole greenhouse. As a member, I have the right to know who you've picked."
She lowered her voice, interrogating me: what exactly happened, had I really chosen Jiha?
"If you've chosen Jiha as your mate, I'll support you fully to ensure safe impregnation. If not… I'll help smooth the relationships so you can get your ideal mate."
"No… it didn't go all the way with Jiha, it was just… an accident."
I rubbed my dry face, confessing my misery.
"And you know, Noona. I like Haru Noona. It's just… Mama's command has my head spinning with too many thoughts. I haven't decided anything yet."
I hung my head, spilling my heart.
In the narrow changing room, only the drip-drip of water from the washer drain echoed softly.
After a long silence, Woohee Noona spoke.
"Then, I'll help you get with Haru Unnie?"
Thud.
The blanket shifted heavily in the washer.
Her dry, radical proposal made me choke on air.
"Cough, hack! H-help… how?"
I clutched my throat, coughing violently.
She straightened from the wall, stepping toward me.
Her collarbone gleamed white under the dim fluorescent light.
Silver hair cascaded softly down her cheek.
Her usual cool, indifferent expression.
But her eyes held a strange seriousness as she looked up at me.
"Yeah. I'll help you connect with Haru Unnie. That's what you want, right?"
"I do want it, but… why would you suddenly…."
"Why? I said it earlier. Your mate choice is our greenhouse's survival."
She tapped her chin with slender fingers, continuing slowly.
"90 days. Mama's grace period isn't long. Overcoming emotional confusion, shame, successful insertion and ejaculation—it'll involve more variables and clashes than you think."
Her words—straight from a biology textbook—were stark and clinical.
Emotions, insertion, ejaculation.
Each term burned my ears; I couldn't meet her eyes.
"Haru Unnie's the head of this mansion. Her sense of responsibility is huge. Deep down, she thinks she has to sacrifice herself to obey Mama, but your long-shared bond is causing massive turmoil."
Her analysis nailed the pathetic feeling I'd sensed from Haru Unnie today.
Her accepting me out of duty.
That was my worst nightmare.
"That's why you need support."
She stepped right up to me, face blank.
"I'll orchestrate things so your approach to Haru Unnie feels like natural attraction between man and woman, not forced obligation."
"Orchestrate… things?"
I echoed dumbly.
"Woohyun, you've liked Haru Unnie the longest out of us all. That's your weakness—and your strongest weapon."
She reached out, gently covering the back of my hand still gripping the washer door.
Twitch—!
Her touch was cool, but the pressure felt heavy and hot.
"But you're too passive. Shy, maybe? Like this afternoon in the living room. You dumped the decision on Unnie."
"………."
"In the name of consideration, you actually cornered her the most."
I bit my lip; she'd hit the mark.
No excuses.
Today, I'd been a coward.
"I'll help. So you can shake Haru Unnie's heart for sure, make her accept you willingly."
Her eyes flashed coldly.
"……But on one condition."
Condition?
My shoulders tensed reflexively.
"W-what condition?"
I swallowed hard.
She slowly withdrew her hand from mine.
"If things go south with Haru Unnie, or her resistance is too strong and we judge success impossible within 90 days—"
Her gaze flicked briefly to my lower body, then back to my face.
"—make me your backup partner."
"Ba… backup… partner?"
My jaw dropped; I stared blankly at her.
"Yeah. Like insurance. I don't want the greenhouse doomed either. Better me—minimal emotional fluctuation—as the logical fallback than you panicking and grabbing anyone at the deadline, raising failure odds."
She said it calmly, as if assigning lunch duty, staking her virginity like a bargaining chip.
……Minimal emotional fluctuation.
Did that mean no feelings for me?
What does that even mean…
"But Noona, this isn't something you can just calculate…."
"We can."
She cut me off firmly.
"And you can't refuse. Look at you. One clumsy handjob from Jiha, and you spilled semen all over the blanket, sneaking down at dawn like a stray cat to wash it."
Her casual exposure of my shame set my face ablaze.
"In this impulsive, immature state, you can't breach Haru Unnie's walls. You need my help."
Perfect logic, perfect control.
She wanted me as a chess piece on her board.
I clenched my fists.
Not anger or pride…
Because she was painfully right.
Today, I'd dragged everyone down, hurting them instead of leading.
Hurt Haru Noona, rejected Harin with ambiguity, sated my filthy lust on Jiha's blind affection.
No one would see me as worthy to break Haru Noona's walls.
"…How will you help?"
I forced the words out, swallowing self-loathing.
A faint smile ghosted her lips at my surrender.
"First, make Haru Unnie see you not as a little brother to protect, but a dangerous, attractive male. I read in a book—bad boys are popular for a reason."
She stepped closer again.
Much closer this time.
Her cool breath brushed my chin.
"Starting tomorrow. In front of Unnie, I'll do subtle skinship with you, pretend to seduce you blatantly."
"You?! Seduce me?"
"Yeah. Haru Unnie's protective of her flock, thanks to her responsibility. Seeing you—her charge—swayed by another woman, especially an emotionless one like me, turning into a mere breeding target… it'll crack her reason."
A jealousy ploy.
Classic, but in this tense mansion, it could be lethally effective poison.
"Even as head, to protect you—or realizing she doesn't want to lose you—she'll step up herself."
She stepped back.
"Start the washer first. The blanket reeks of fish. Hurry before someone wakes, then go sleep."
Business done, she turned coolly toward the hall.
"Oh, right."
After a couple steps, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder.
"This plan's our secret. Don't tell Jiha, Harin, or Seonyu. Got it?"
I nodded, swallowing dryly.
She nodded satisfied, vanishing up the stairs on silent feet.
Vrrr—
I turned the washer dial on.
Water battered the blanket roughly.
My reflection in the glass was a mess.
To connect with Haru Noona, I'd stage a fake seduction with Woohee Noona.
And if it fails, she becomes my partner.
Will this lead to the ending I want?
Even God wouldn't know…
Just wait for the laundry.