Hit Me! Go On, Hit Me! The ‘Little Sister’ Who Wants to Be Punished, and the Truth Behind It
“Ugh, it’s so hot.”
Yang Dami tossed her top aside, letting it fall to the floor.
Yang Dajun, his hand slipping, accidentally grabbed onto her bare skin.
“…!”
Yang Dami spun around, still up on her tiptoes.
Seeing her startled expression, Yang Dajun offered a sheepish smile.
“Oh, sorry.”
He went to pull his hand away, but Yang Dami quickly snatched his wrist and spoke.
“Yang Dajun, what are you doing?”
“You’re the one who’s doing something.”
They didn’t let go, as if locked in a test of strength.
With his hand still firmly gripped, she alternated her gaze between her own waist and Yang Dajun.
“Geez.”
Yang Dami’s face twisted into a scowl.
“Who said you could let go?”
She tapped his wrist, looking thoroughly displeased.
“Like this. Keep holding on like this.”
“That’s a bit…”
“What?”
Yang Dajun averted his eyes.
He was trying to look away from his younger sister’s bare body.
“You should at least put your shirt back on.”
“What was that?”
Yang Dami clicked her tongue.
“What’s wrong with this?”
She was truly incredulous.
What on earth was he thinking?
Yang Dami turned her head back around as she spoke.
She turned on the faucet and grabbed a plate.
Water splashed everywhere with a loud, chaotic noise.
‘Hmph…’
Her ears were burning hot.
She was worried he might see how bright red they had turned from behind.
Yang Dami’s eyelashes fluttered.
‘Big sister walks around without a shirt too. So I can do it too.’
She used Yang Dahee as an excuse for no reason.
As long as they were women, being topless was fine, but that thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.
She was only focused on Yang Dajun.
Yang Dami pouted.
‘He doesn’t even pay attention to me anyway.’
He was such an idiot, always beaming with a smile only for his older sister.
He acted like a subservient husband, running over the moment he heard even the sound of her breathing.
Yang Dami recalled the moment Yang Dahee left for work a little while ago.
It was right as she was coming out of the bathroom.
.
.
.
‘The two of them were hugging.’
At first, she hadn’t thought much of it.
She thought she was just acting spoiled toward the sister who acted as the head of the household.
‘But why are they like that lately? They’ve gotten way too close.’
He treated her with such unusual affection.
The sister who took care of him like a wife, and Yang Dajun.
‘How long are they going to keep hugging?’
Yang Dami felt impatient.
Without realizing it, she turned away.
While her sister and Yang Dajun were laughing and chatting, she stood quietly in front of the sink.
‘Hmph, I can do housework too.’
Yang Dami moved her hands in silence.
Water splashed everywhere due to her clumsy movements, but she endured it.
Yang Dajun, having returned, showed interest in her.
Yang Dami held her breath.
‘Hurry up and praise me.’
Then, his hand touched her head.
‘Hut…’
Yang Dami hunched her shoulders.
Her heart was pounding like crazy.
She had ended up rambling incoherently at Yang Dajun.
‘This is just because Yang Dajun is petting me. It’s definitely not because I’m happy!’
Anyway, it wasn’t that.
Even if Yang Dajun petted her head, it didn’t really satisfy her.
For that reason, she wanted him to do more.
She was asking Yang Dajun.
—Hug me like this. Do I have to tell you everything? Do for me what you did for my sister.
Idiot…
She was biting her lip hard when an out-of-the-blue question came back.
He asked if she liked him.
Yang Dami flared up.
—You crazy jerk!!
Her heart was racing only because she had shouted.
It was definitely not because she was startled by Yang Dajun’s words.
What a total idiot…
Looking at Yang Dajun, she felt like she was going to melt into a puddle because her body was so hot.
That was why Yang Dami had tossed her clothes aside.
.
.
.
Yang Dami was doing the dishes while held in Yang Dajun’s arms.
Every time she scrubbed a plate, her body swayed.
It was useless for a boy like Yang Dajun to try and hold her steady.
Yang Dami blushed.
‘My chest…’
It bounced every time she moved her arms.
It wasn’t like it was obvious, though.
Compared to her sister, her chest was lacking.
‘How embarrassing…’
It wasn’t a flaw to be small, but for women, it was a matter of pride.
On top of that, she had inverted nipples.
Yang Dami felt self-conscious about her backside for no reason.
‘Yang Dajun, I told you to hug me, and you’re really just hugging me.’
Will he ever be able to date anyone like that?
She didn’t know which woman would ever take a boy as dense as a wooden block.
‘…’
The women suddenly came to mind.
Yang Dami thought of her sister and Lee Yurim.
Both of them were well-endowed.
‘…I want to get bigger too.’
There was a rumor that if you massaged them, they would grow.
It was an exercise every woman did.
So, it wasn’t weird.
She decided to make Yang Dajun do it.
“Ugh.”
Yang Dami scowled and rolled her shoulders.
“What’s wrong?”
“There are so many dishes. It’s all because of you.”
“Um, sorry.”
He flinched when she glared at him from behind.
Even so, he kept his grip tight on her waist and buried his face in her back.
What a total idiot.
Yang Dami suppressed the twitching of her lips and spoke.
“Hey, you’re grateful that I’m doing the housework, right?”
“Uh-huh. Thanks.”
Yang Dajun nodded and poked her back.
If it were any other woman, it would be a situation where he’d misunderstand it as her being cute.
Yang Dami said primly.
“Hmph, if you know that, then massage me…”
She was testing the waters.
But an unexpected answer came back.
“Sit down.”
“Where? Here?”
Yang Dami stiffened her expression as she spoke.
Because she had almost turned around with a smile without realizing it.
She sat down, facing the sink just as she was.
Yang Dajun massaged her shoulders and said.
“Does that feel good?”
“…Not really.”
In reality, it felt amazing.
Her expression was melting into a puddle.
‘I love Yang Dajun’s hands…’
It was a good thing she was sitting with her back to him.
Yang Dami gathered her courage, thinking of what happened yesterday.
“…Do somewhere else too.”
“Where?”
“…My chest.”
“Why would I massage there?”
Ugh… Yang Dajun, you’re talking back to me?
She endured it for now and said.
“…You did it yesterday, too.”
“That was because I was doing it for my sister and did yours while I was at it.”
She flared up at the mention of her sister.
“Then you can just do it for me, too! Why do you only do it for my sister? Don’t tell me…”
“Don’t tell you what?”
“Do you like Dahee unni?”
Yang Dami turned around to look at him.
“Did you massage her chest because you like her? Do you want to look good for her? Did you go over and snuggle up to her to flirt?”
She was provoking him.
The kind-hearted Yang Dajun would scold her for saying such mean things, but he would soon become restless.
Even if she was just a little nice to him, he would smile and pet her head.
‘So, get angry at me.’
Yang Dajun frowned.
“Yang Dami, I told you to watch your mouth, didn’t I?”
“Ugh…”
Yang Dami flinched.
‘I hate being scolded, but I have no choice…’
She deliberately spoke with a sarcastic tone.
“Why, are you going to hit me again? Geez, just because you’re a guy, you think you can hit people. You just want to look good for my sister, right?”
“Yang Dami, that’s enough.”
“No, I don’t want to. Why won’t you massage my chest!?”
Yang Dami shouted at the top of her lungs and thrust her face forward.
“Hi, hit me!”
Her legs were trembling.
*
My younger sister is throwing a tantrum, demanding I massage her chest.
She says since I did it for her sister, I should do it for her, too.
When I say no, she provokes me with mean words.
“Hi, hit me!”
She squeezed her eyes shut and thrust her face forward.
I let out a silent chuckle.
‘She keeps bringing up Dahee.’
She must have thought the two of them were getting along too well.
She seems to be secretly jealous of that.
She’s starting to act spoiled in ways she never did before.
‘She said she didn’t like me, but just in case, I should take good care of her.’
I have to watch over her so she doesn’t go astray.
I sighed and reached out toward Yang Dami.
“Sigh.”
“Ugh…!”
Yang Dami hunched her body.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.
“…?”
She tilted her head, so I admonished her.
“Dami, watch what you say.”
“Uh, uh…?”
Yang Dami’s eyebrows just fluttered.
“Ah, you’re not going to hit me?”
“Why would I hit my younger sister?”
“Idiot…”
As I patted her gently, she muttered to herself.
Her ears were bright red.
‘Now I should do as she asked.’
A younger sister who wants a chest massage… I just need to make sure I’m not the only one who thinks it’s weird.
This is a world where people bare their breasts when they exercise, after all.
I reached my hand forward and spoke calmly.
“I’m massaging you because you worked hard.”
“Just hurry up and do it…”
“Straighten your back.”
I reached out slowly.
I was just about to touch her chest.
Yang Dami fell onto her bottom and leaned against the sink.
“Wait a second!”
“Why? You said you wanted a massage.”
“I, I know that!”
“Then move your hand. Yang Dami, are you really a girl?”
“Ugh…”
Yang Dami, having fallen for the provocation, moved her hand.
‘Oh…’
Looking at it from the front, her small breasts were perky.
And those inverted nipples.
‘Cute.’
As I stared intently, Yang Dami huffed.
“Ugh, hurry up and do it!?”
“Hehe, alright.”
I laughed it off because I understood how Yang Dami felt.
Even a ‘tough girl’ has her shy side.
I immediately spread my palms and grabbed her chest.
My younger sister’s breasts were small and chewy.
“Hut…”
Yang Dami swallowed a moan and put on a brave front.
“It, it feels refreshing.”
She pretended like it was nothing, but her voice was actually trembling slightly.
“For a Yang Dajun, you’re pretty good at this?”
As she said that, she bowed her head.
Yang Dami let out a long breath and said.
“Yang Dajun, do it a bit harder.”
“Alright.”
“I said do it harder—ahhh!”
When I applied pressure, Yang Dami jumped.
Is she okay?
Yang Dami nodded and twisted her body slightly.
“Huu… do the side a bit, too.”
“Here?”
“A little more to the side…”
I grabbed her chest just as Yang Dami guided me.
As I pressed down, Yang Dami let out a moan.
“Ahhh!”
Yang Dami slid down and ended up lying on the floor.
I tried to help her up, but Yang Dami slapped my hand away.
“Move your hand…”
“What are you going to do?”
She was the one who told me to massage her, and now she’s telling me to move my hand.
‘Yang Dami?’
I just opened my eyes wide at my younger sister’s subsequent actions.
“…What are you doing?”