The 'Brother' Who Needs Watching
Yang Dahee, Yang Dajun, Yang Dami.
They were three siblings who had grown up without parents.
Yang Dahee had taken on the role of their parents, but Yang Dajun was the only one who was her "biological brother."
If even Yang Dajun were to disappear, there would be no real blood relatives left.
That was why, secretly hoping he wouldn't vanish like their parents had, she had watched over her brother every single day.
Whenever Yang Dami acted harshly, Yang Dajun would just smile like a fool and brush it off vaguely.
'You idiot, do you even know how worried I am about you?'
As soon as the house felt empty, Yang Dami would notice and set out to find her brother. If he was going to go out, he should have at least told her; she would scold him thoroughly for just leaving.
'Hmph, if I don't do this, he won't know how scary the world is.'
An "older brother" who was so timid he wouldn't resist no matter what was said to him. A "younger sister" who would notice in an instant if her brother's presence disappeared.
It was as if they were confirming their sibling relationship every single day, insisting that a brother must stay by his sister's side and that he wouldn't disappear like their parents.
But.
Recently, "Brother" had started to change.
The brother who rarely went outside had started spending significantly more time with Lee Yurim.
Even though she was a childhood friend, she had only ever hovered around him, unable to express her feelings, but in the last few days, the distance between them had shrunk drastically.
'He wasn't like that before...?'
It looked exactly like someone taking care of their boyfriend. It was the look of someone pouring affection onto her man, as if they were truly lovers.
That was why she had asked.
"That's not it."
"Hmm..."
The question of why she was taking such good care of him when he wasn't even her boyfriend. Lee Yurim avoided the answer. All she did was turn her head and glance at Yang Dajun's reaction.
Yang Dajun, who had been watching them from the middle, just scratched his head.
'What is it, Yang Dajun? You could at least say it's not true.'
He was so dense about these things; she didn't know why he was hesitating. She didn't even know why things had ended up like this in the first place.
An "older brother" who was so naive he didn't know a thing about women. To Yang Dami, he was the only "biological brother" she had to watch over every day.
'But why are the two of them so close...'
It was only natural that the older sister she had been secretly in love with for over a decade would take her brother, but for some reason, it felt like her own brother was being stolen away.
Yang Dami's expression sank before she even realized it. With her mouth shut, she just tapped at the innocent tabletop.
Both Yang Dajun and Lee Yurim were just looking around, unsure of what to do. Finally, Yang Dajun opened his mouth.
"It's not like that. Right, Yurim?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, that's right..."
Lee Yurim, having received the baton, nodded. Her smile looked strangely bitter.
Yang Dami reached out and pushed the three lunchboxes toward each of them, saying,
"Unnie, let's just let him eat on his own. If you keep giving him your share, he's going to get spoiled."
She spat the words out primly. It was all for her brother's sake.
'He's such a pain. I'm the one who has to take care of him. Is he really my brother?'
He was high-maintenance just because he had a pretty face. Hmph, she snorted and looked to the side.
Yang Dajun looked wronged.
"...I don't get spoiled."
"What?"
"Nothing."
He immediately went quiet. An "older brother" who couldn't even stand up to his "younger sister"... To be acknowledged by such a brother that she was the only sister he had, or to be praised by him for doing a good job—that was something Yang Dami couldn't even imagine.
After finishing lunch, we sat side-by-side and unwrapped chocolates. The chocolates brought by the two women were laid out on the table.
The corners of my mouth started to lift.
'I'm a lucky guy. They're both beauties, and they even gave me gifts. Even though Dami is always snapping at me, she's thinking of me at the end of the day.'
I realized then that I was the protagonist. Humming to myself, I picked one up from the table. As I unwrapped the packaging, I looked back and forth between Lee Yurim and Yang Dami.
"Why?"
"What are you looking at?"
Contrasting reactions. Lee Yurim's eyes were overflowing with a tenderness that looked like they had been soaked in honey, while Yang Dami's fangs flashed in and out of her mouth with a sharp, shrill voice.
'They're both cute.'
Dami was my "younger sister," so she felt precious, too. Even though she was always snapping at me, she had a side that secretly took care of me, and I wanted to see her melt into a puddle while calling me "Brother."
'Dami is a beauty, too, after all.'
Even though she was my sister, I wanted to see a beautiful girl acting like she liked me. While I was busy letting my imagination run wild, I heard rustling sounds here and there.
"Oh, Dami. Not bad? This is pretty."
"...You too, Unnie. You bought a good one."
They looked at the chocolates each other had brought and exchanged compliments. It wasn't a fight for dominance; it was a peaceful atmosphere. Or so it should have been...
'Wow, Lee Yurim. Not bad?'
I rounded my mouth in admiration at what Lee Yurim said.
"Uh... Unnie, what did you say?"
"This. I didn't buy it."
"Then what is it...?"
Yang Dami's words, responding to Lee Yurim's compliment that she had bought a good one by saying, "You too." But Lee Yurim couldn't hide her pride, her cheek twitching. Yang Dami, too, was uncharacteristically flustered, her voice trembling.
"You didn't buy it...?"
"Yeah, I made this. Heh heh."
"Unnie? You did?"
Yang Dami asked back, looking like she couldn't believe it. She frowned and examined it from all angles with narrowed eyes. She was just moving her lips in front of the giggling Lee Yurim.
'Well, I didn't know Lee Yurim could make them herself either. I guess Dami thinks it's impossible, too.'
Yang Dami looked back and forth between her own chocolate and Lee Yurim's, and her expression hardened. She tried to act nonchalant, but her voice was barely a whisper.
"W-well, why go that far? Unnie, you're just going through unnecessary trouble."
"Hey, it's nothing."
Lee Yurim stuck her tongue out playfully while looking at me. While Dami had her head down, she gave me a meaningful smile and even bit her lip.
'Wow, the vixen wasn't Lee Yeryeong, it was you?'
At the signal from a girl who was trying to devour me, I felt a chill run from my spine all the way to the back of my neck.
With our stomachs full and snacks eaten, we started studying. Lee Yurim and I sat side-by-side, and Yang Dami, who had joined us by accident, sat across from us. Of course, Dami was just putting on a show. She kept her head down and just played on her phone.
The conclusion was that even if something happened between the two of us, she wouldn't notice.
'Heh, Lee Yurim. You're being so obvious because you think she's not looking.'
Lee Yurim stuck close to me under the guise of helping me study. She leaned in from the side and blew her breath against me. The hot air coming from the girl made my thighs ache.
Lee Yurim didn't keep her hands still.
"It's like this here... Yang Dajun, do you get it?"
"...Yeah."
Then what about this? With every question, Lee Yurim would touch my buttocks.
'She doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping. I like it, though.'
At first, she was just tapping, but now she had her palm spread wide. She curled her slender, girl-like fingers and started stroking me slowly. She even dug her nails in and scratched at my sensitive areas.
"Hnn..."
At Lee Yurim's touch, which moved from under my buttocks to my crotch, I let out a moan. I looked to the side, and she was pretending not to notice with a sly expression.
'Lee Yurim, you're fun. It means you still think I'm going to be your man.'
Just because we slept together once doesn't mean it's over. She has to keep devouring me.
Lee Yurim was still molesting my lower half. Seeing her act like she had me completely in her grasp, I decided to tease her a little.
Tap, tap.
Lee Yurim touched my buttocks.
"Heh... uh...?"
I put my weight into my lower half. I looked at Lee Yurim while holding my ground so she couldn't pull her hand away. She glanced across the table and whispered to me.
'Hey, hey.'
'What.'
'What are you doing, lift your butt. If you don't, I'll torture you more?'
She was flustered for a moment, then raised her eyes and gestured with her chin. She was actually threatening me. As she did, she squeezed my butt tightly.
"Ugh..."
A moan escaped me reflexively. I could have held it in, but I pretended to be weak on purpose.
"S-stop... I'm sorry..."
"Heh. Hoo, hoooo—"
Lee Yurim let out a laugh right into my ear. She blew hot air inside. It was an act meant to make a man burn with desire. Lee Yurim reached out with her other hand, trying to touch my penis.
'You've gone too far. We're going to have an accident at this rate.'
I figured this was the time, so I swatted her hand away. Then I reached out with my arm toward Lee Yurim. Toward the girl's crotch. With a sharp sound, I struck her thick mound of flesh.
"Ack...!"
"Tsk."
Lee Yurim squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. I clicked my tongue once and pulled away from her. Lee Yurim looked at me, letting out moans.
"Ugh..."
"Unnie, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing..."
Lee Yurim tried to smile and act nonchalant. It wouldn't have been that painful.
'She must be acting. Trying to let me win.'
She probably thought of it as a cute little tantrum. I caught Lee Yurim secretly smiling while looking away.
'Cute.'
A little while later. We were left alone in the living room. Yang Dami had left, saying she was going to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, the girl who had been sitting apart because of the earlier incident slid closer.
Lee Yurim tapped my shoulder and said,
"Hey, hey, don't hit so hard. Even if it's a joke, it hurts."
"It wasn't a joke."
I dropped the corners of my mouth and answered, pretending to be serious. Lee Yurim tilted her head, then smiled as if she'd realized something and said,
"Hmm? Oh... yeah, sure."
"I'm not joking. If you keep doing that, I'm going to pinch you for real."
I said in a sharp voice, putting strength into my brow. A boy who had been thoroughly ravished and was now putting on a tantrum... that must have been how I looked to Lee Yurim.
Sure enough, Lee Yurim tapped my butt and said,
"Heh, go ahead. Even if a boy does that, it just feels like foreplay."
"What are you saying? I'm really going to pinch you. Don't regret it when it hurts."
"Yeah, yeah. Pinch me a lot... Hyaak!"
I took advantage of her mocking me and launched a surprise attack. I pinched her right between the thighs. Far from being in pain, she twisted her body and let out moans.
"Ah... h-hnn..."
The girl's flushed face. And the mound of flesh that had been wet even before I touched it.
'...It's soaking.'
It was truly a wicked, horny pussy.
After Yang Dami returned from the bathroom, the studying continued for a long time. I didn't know when they intended to stop, as pages were turned countless times. My legs were starting to go numb.
"Yawn... I'm sleepy."
"Me too. Haaam... shall we take a break?"
"Yeah, let's."
Yang Dajun and Lee Yurim yawned wide and leaned against the wall side-by-side. Then they slowly closed their eyes. Yang Dami was glaring at them from across the table.
'Even if you're childhood friends, isn't this too close?'
She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. They had known each other for over a decade, so they felt more like family than outsiders. Yang Dami bit her lip in displeasure and just stared at her phone.
After a long time, she heard the sound of steady breathing from across the table. The two of them had fallen into a nap.
"..."
Yang Dami stood up cautiously. She walked over softly and reached her brother.
"Hnn... hnnn..."
"Umm... Dajun... heh... snore... phew..."
Beside him, Yurim was talking in her sleep. When she turned her head back, her own "biological brother" was also fast asleep, grinning foolishly.
Yang Dami moved forward unconsciously. Yang Dajun drew closer little by little. Her heart was beating wildly. The lips that had brushed against hers once at dawn. And, the slender neck visible right in front of her eyes.
Yang Dami let out a sigh.
"Ah..."
It was the neck of her "biological brother," where a bright red mark remained.