The Naked Apron and the Sister

Naked apron.

It is an outfit that kills men.

From the nape of a slender neck down to the hollow of the lower back. A piece of snow-white fabric wraps around the naked body, with a ribbon tied delicately above the buttocks.

Just looking at it makes my chest heave as if submerged in water, and I find myself taking steps forward as if bewitched. That was the first thing I saw when I stepped out of my room.

Rubbing my half-opened eyes, I saw a woman standing in the kitchen. She was wearing nothing but an apron, hovering in front of the sink. No wonder I could smell the savory scent of soybean paste along with the sound of something bubbling.

I tried to approach her, drawn in as if by a spell. I was just about to cross the threshold.

"You're up early."

'Huh?'

I stopped in my tracks at the sound of a voice I had never heard before. I pulled my body back, hiding behind the door, and only peeked my head out.

"Hmm?"

As I stayed frozen, she set down the ladle and turned toward me. Her long, tied-up black hair swayed.

"What are you doing over there? Just peeking your head out."

At her gentle voice, I found myself meeting her eyes. Her gaze curved into soft arcs as she looked at me. Her pupils were red, like cherries dropped into water.

"What are you staring at?"

"Si, sister..."

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I stammered, feeling awkward. Sister. Now that I had said it out loud, the woman in front of me, who had felt like a stranger, suddenly clicked into place in my mind.

A 'sister' wearing nothing but an apron.

I averted my eyes from her exposed buttocks and said,

"Put some clothes on..."

"Don't be like that. What's the big deal?"

"I'm your brother, aren't I?"

"What are you saying? Just come out already."

My 'sister' let out a laugh and busily stirred the ladle. She didn't seem bothered by my remark at all. I lowered my head to look at my own bulging crotch.

'Am I the weird one?'

My heart was racing, and I couldn't calm it down. No matter how hard I tried to look away, I kept stealing glances at her snow-white body, as if pulled by a magnet.

'Dajun, Dahee. I'm sorry...'

If I hadn't possessed the protagonist's body, 'Yang Dajun' would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠never have seen his own 'sister' as a woman for even a second.

I bowed my head in apology.

"Are you going to keep standing there? Hehehe..."

Seeing me stay still, Yang Dahee let out a laugh. To think she would soften her eyes at a brother who wouldn't come out even when urged. I met her eyes again at her coaxing voice.

A 'sister' looking down at 'me,' who was short...

Hiding behind the door, I kept looking up at Yang Dahee with only my head poking out.

"Dajun?"

"Just a moment..."

"Come here quickly. It's all going to get cold."

"Really, just a moment..."

The more I stared at Yang Dahee, the more the surroundings blurred, and my memories merged with those of 'Yang Dajun.'

Who I was, where this place was, what kind of life Yang Dajun had lived...

I recalled the memories naturally, as if I had been the original owner of this body all along.

The voices of the girls lingered in my ears as if they were talking right next to me.

'...It was a happy family.'

A sister seven years older, and a younger sister one year apart. Plus, a childhood friend.

"Dajun?"

Even though my sister was calling, my ears felt muffled, as if I were underwater. The old memories continued to flow.

'...And then, our parents disappeared.'

I frowned at the continuation of the memories. In front of a strange house, Yang Dahee placed her hand on my head and looked up at the sky.

[Sister, where is this?]

[...This is the house we'll be living in from today.]

[What about Mom and Dad?]

[They've gone... gone far away.]

Young Yang Dajun didn't understand what was happening. It was only later that he thought they had just gone missing abroad. The three impoverished siblings had to move into a two-room apartment, and that was the house we lived in now.

"Dajun?"

I woke from my thoughts at the sound of her calling me. My heart, which had been floating, calmed down, and I finally looked at my 'sister's' face again.

A square window floated like a hologram beside Yang Dahee.

'...Ah, that's right.'

As I realized the reality, the world stopped, giving me time to think. "The Heroine Wants Me," an life simulation game with strong H-elements. If the status window hadn't appeared in front of me, I would have forgotten that this was inside a game.

'Even though it's my body now.'

Everything is unfamiliar, but I don't feel a sense of crisis. Rather, my heart is pounding hard, like when I see a surprise gift placed in front of my house.

'Because this is a place where men and women are swapped.'

Since the roles of men and women are swapped, this is the place where I can fulfill my desires, the world I had been wishing for.

'...I hope the women want me.'

Women are stronger and more numerous, making men rare.

'I want to be devoured by a woman.'

In a world like this, women would approach first, and wouldn't they be desperate to ravish me if I seduced them just a little?

'The heroine wants me... that's hot.'

So in a world like this, the heroine would want me, lust after me, and ravish me first.

'Who will I meet?'

I raised the corners of my mouth and let my imagination run wild.

'Heh, that's so hot.'

Imagining everyone wanting me makes my heart beat like the sound of approaching footsteps.

The women I would meet in the future. My thoughts suddenly reached the person right in front of me.

'...Could it be my sister too?'

We are step-siblings, but to 'Yang Dajun,' she is more precious than a real sister, so this is an important issue. Seeing the status window, I kept my mouth shut and swallowed my saliva, hesitating whether she was a candidate for the heroine.

After much deliberation, I reluctantly looked at Yang Dahee, and time began to flow again. I called out to Yang Dahee in a voice that was calmer than before.

"Sister."

Yang Dahee stopped what she was doing without any sign of annoyance and turned to look at me with a smile.

"Why?"

"...Do you like me?"

I asked cautiously. It was an important question because 'Yang Dajun' relied on his 'sister.'

"Sister?"

"Ah... yes, I like you. Hehehe..."

She hesitated for a moment, but she didn't avoid my gaze. Instead, her red eyes, which seemed like they would suck me in, shone brightly. She opened her eyes wide as if asking why I was asking about something so obvious between family members.

'That's a relief, the family almost went down the drain.'

I avoided a complicated situation. I felt relieved knowing I could focus on the heroines I would meet in the future.

As my breathing slowed and the blood that had pooled below dissipated, I finally felt like I could move.

However, the heaviness that reached my thighs remained the same.

'It's enough to be a complex.'

The hot flesh was sticking to me, making it uncomfortable, so I grabbed my waistband and walked out slowly.

"What's wrong?"

I tried to pass by quietly, but Yang Dahee turned around at the sound of my presence. She leaned back to look at me, so I stopped in an awkward position.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"No."

I shook my head and tried to pass by as I was.

'Oh.'

I saw Yang Dahee's eyes drop down. As I passed my 'sister,' my heart pounded as if I had just witnessed a crime scene.

'No way.'

Yang Dahee kept checking the direction I had passed, pretending to do other things. But why were her hands, which had been moving busily, slowing down?

'Dahee?'

I started to open my mouth, then clamped it shut. It wasn't that I didn't understand. I remembered that even in my original world, men would unconsciously stare at breasts.

'I guess the 'women' in this world are similar.'

Thinking that she had looked due to instinct, my heart stopped pounding and my tension eased a bit. Perhaps she was just looking at the younger brother she had raised in place of their parents with affection.

'Let's just let it slide...'

'Yang Dajun' hated the lecherous gazes of women, but it was okay if it was his sister. Because I knew she didn't have that intention.

I didn't want to scold her, as it was pitiful that she was working at a company to take responsibility for our livelihood. Thinking of these circumstances, my heart filled with the feelings of 'Yang Dajun,' who relied on his sister, like paint spreading on a canvas.

'I love you, sister...'

So, like finding a familiar nest, I sat down directly on the electric mat spread on the floor. Then, I wrapped myself in the thick blanket that had been lying around.

"It's all done, go back to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping..."

I answered slowly in a languid voice. Covering myself with the blanket that still held warmth made my body melt away.

The blanket Yang Dahee had warmed with her body all night.

As I stared at Yang Dahee, a subtle scent of peppermint rose from the blanket and tickled my nose. It was my sister's scent.

'You should quit smoking.'

Even though Yang Dahee granted all of her brother's requests, she kept pulling out cigarettes from somewhere.

'But I still like it...'

Because when I know it's my sister's scent, I feel at ease, like a baby bird held in its mother's arms.

Feeling my mouth loosen, I pulled the blanket closer and buried my face in it.

While I was languidly feeling my 'sister,' Yang Dahee brought the breakfast table.

'She's strong.'

Since she's a woman, she can carry the table alone. No matter how slender she was, this was a world where women were stronger than men.

Yang Dahee carried the table 'like a woman,' unbothered by her soft forearms, and as she got closer, the scent of the rice spread savory.

Yang Dahee glanced at me once while setting the table in front of me.

"Are you cold? Turn on the mat."

"Sister, come in too."

"Forget it. Can't you see I'm sweating?"

Yang Dahee raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her flushed face was glistening with a few drops of sweat.

How busy must she have been to get so hot, even though it was winter and the house was chilly? Her stray hairs were wet and stuck to her face, and it would have been dangerous if she hadn't been my 'sister.'

'Sister...'

This was the reason Yang Dajun couldn't help but love his sister, as she put so much heart into everything.

I placed my hand on her forehead as if to soothe her for her hard work.

"Sister, you're burning up."

"Eek!"

She was startled, and her face turned even redder. She turned her head to the side, but a laugh leaked out little by little.

"Ah, what are you doing? Hehehe."

'She's openly happy...'

Anyone could see she was a fool for her brother. Now she wasn't even holding back, letting out laughter and fanning herself with her hand. That was so cute that the corners of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my mouth went up too.

"You're like a dummy, sister."

"What are you saying? Don't tease me, hehehe..."

It was a smile she only showed to her brother. The stray hairs that had slipped out to the side of her face blended in naturally.

"Your hair is sticking out."

"Ah, forget it. Just eat quickly."

Yang Dahee raised both arms to tie it up again. She held the red hair tie in her mouth and moved her arms, revealing her armpits.

'She doesn't even have fuzz.'

Her smooth skin glistened as if it had been coated with oil. I stole glances at my 'sister's' armpits, looking at the light pink skin that knew no shame.

'She must be hot.'

Does she hold even a sweet scent? Sweat drops flowed down the shallow wrinkles, following the curves.

I raised my gaze and asked Yang Dahee.

"Sister, did you tie it all up?"

"Can't you tell by looking?"

She said it primly, but she turned her face this way and that to show me what she had tied.

'She is pretty, though.'

Even in this world, she had the kind of looks that men would cling to first.

And yet, she lived only looking at her two siblings. It was fortunate that my heart didn't see my sister as a woman right now.

'Though her outfit is a bit lewd.'

She reveals her skin with the naked apron, but the standards here are different. Isn't it like a man wearing only boxer shorts at home?

I looked at Yang Dahee and bit my lower lip slightly.

'Yang Dajun, let's keep it like this in the future too.'

Even if I don't see my sister or younger sister as women, there will be plenty of heroines.

So I believed that with my own will, I could avoid seeing my sister or younger sister as women.

'Then how should I start?'

I fell into thought while eating.

To seduce the heroine and make her ravish me, the process is important. Because it would be troublesome if rumors spread that I'm easy.

As I was bowing my head, lost in thought, and only eating, it became quiet for a moment.

"..."

"..."

Yang Dahee also repeatedly scooped a spoonful of rice, put it in her mouth, lifted her head, and glanced at me.

After doing that for a while, she finally asked me in a cautious voice.

"Dajun, what are you going to do today?"

"Uh..."

Was it a condition that my sister asked? A square window appeared in front of me again.

'Dahee, thank you.'

It was a choice to select the next action. I was given three options. Let's think carefully. Since I've come to the world I've been wishing for, I don't want to choose just anything.

First of all, the first one.

▷ "I have to go to school. I have an exam."

According to 'Yang Dajun's' memories, today was the day of the class placement exam. Since it was a school for adults, starting from the first year at age twenty was different from my original world.

'The reason I have to take the exam is because I stayed back a year.'

It was because the time I stayed home grew longer due to my complex, and last year I refused to go to school altogether.

I bowed my head and looked between my legs, recalling the things 'Yang Dajun' had experienced. His voice echoed as if I had entered a cave.

It's a world like this from the start. Every time 'Yang Dajun' went out, women poured out lewd remarks. There were many beauties too.

'Ugh.'

I almost frowned in front of my sister. Unlike my will, a bitter taste rose just from the memories. 'He must have hated it a lot.'

If it were me, I don't know, but 'Yang Dajun' had a low sex drive for a man. It was impossible to endure such sexual harassment, and he gradually became a voluntary loner. For Yang Dajun to go to school today would be a difficult decision.

'I'll leave this for now. The next one.'

The second option was a line that completely seduced a woman.

▷ "I'll stay home. Sister, don't go to work either. Can't you stay with me?"

It's a line that neither 'Yang Dahee' nor 'Yang Dajun' would ever say. Yang Dahee quit school for her siblings and got a job immediately. She gave up on dating and clung only to work. Everything was for 'Yang Dajun' and 'Yang Dami.'

'Yang Dajun is grateful to such a sister.'

Yang Dajun also relied on his sister, but he wouldn't act that childishly. 'Ah... I'm curious about the reaction, though.'

Perhaps because I possessed 'Yang Dajun,' I felt a curiosity as a player. So I lifted my head and looked at my sister, who was moving slowly as if time had stopped. She was a sister whose eyes would droop as if tired, but would smile brightly as soon as she saw me.

'...Since she's a fool for her brother, she'd be very troubled.'

I could roughly predict it, but I felt sorry to actually play a prank. With Yang Dajun being a loner and my younger sister having a free spirit. Even if I couldn't help Yang Dahee, it would be better not to hinder her at least.

'And the third one.'

▷ Ignore her.

There's no need to ignore what Yang Dahee says. No matter how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much Yang Dajun was shy, he didn't do that to his sister. I organized my thoughts.

'The first one is the best.'

Let's go to school. To make the heroine want me to the point of ravishing me, meeting the heroine is the priority. Classrooms full of girls. I decided immediately.

▷ "I have to go to school. I have an exam."

As I chose the first option, my mouth moved on its own.

"Hey, sister."

"Yeah?"

"I think I'll go to school. It's an exam today, too."

"Uh...?"

Yang Dahee opened her eyes wide and set down her spoon. She couldn't move her lips as if she couldn't believe it, and she asked back in a cautious voice.

"Really...?"

"Yes, I can't just stay home every day."

"Dajun..."

Her voice was filled with moisture. Her face, which had looked tired, became noticeably brighter. She flushed with emotion, as if she were moved.

Yang Dahee spread her arms and approached me, her mouth stretching to her ears.

"Dajun, hehehe."

Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept giggling, and every time she did, her chest swelled.

"Dajun-ah."

"Sister..."

I didn't know what to do with the warm breath my 'sister' exhaled every time she laughed. The hot body temperature that warmed me as if to melt my body. It felt so good that I tried to hug Yang Dahee too.

But as soon as my arm touched her, she flinched,

"Huh?"

She made a strange sound as if she had been electrocuted and shook her body.

"Heeeh."

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