Chapter 1
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Mom and Younger Sister
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A familiar van pulled into the underground parking lot of our apartment.
It was the agency car Mom always rode around in.
Once I confirmed the car had stopped, I walked over to the driver's side window and greeted her.
"Hello, Manager Sister."
"Sun-hu? You've grown so much taller! I can barely recognize you now."
The manager rolled down the driver's side window and spoke with a smile.
"Sorry for bothering you so late at night."
"No, no. I should be the one apologizing for Mom."
It was 11 p.m. now. The reason I'd come down at this hour was because I'd gotten a call asking me to pick her up since Mom was pretty drunk.
Manager Sister woke Mom, who was asleep in the back seat.
"Shin-hye Sister. Sun-hu's here. Wake up."
"......"
"Mom. Wake up."
"Yeah......"
Mom was so wasted she couldn't even come to when I called her.
I had no choice but to open the car door and shake her shoulder.
"Mom. I said wake up. We need to go home."
I forcibly sat Mom up from where she was lying in the back seat.
She furrowed her brows a little but still didn't seem like she was going to wake up.
"Sorry, Sun-hu. Mom drank a bit too much at the wrapping party tonight. Try to understand."
Manager Sister apologized on Mom's behalf. There was no need for that.
As Manager Sister said, today was the wrapping party for the drama Mom starred in.
Mom didn't usually like drinking, but days like this were unavoidable.
My mom was an actress.
Her name was Im Shin-hye. Probably a lot of people would recognize it just from hearing it.
She often played roles like the queen consort in historical dramas, or the chairwoman's wife or villainous mother-in-law in movies and dramas.
Lately, she'd gotten a lot of antis because of her realistic portrayal of a ruthless villain in her drama, but I knew better than anyone that she was actually sweeter and more affectionate than most.
Anyway, right now, the priority was getting Mom home quickly.
No helping it. I slung one of Mom's arms over my shoulder and lifted her up.
As our bodies pressed close, a strong scent of perfume mixed with alcohol wafted from her.
Pretending not to notice, I kept talking to her.
"Mom, can you walk?"
"Ugh... Sun-hu...?"
Only then did Mom struggle to open her eyes.
"Pull yourself together, Mom. We need to go home."
"Yeah... Sorry, Sun-hu. Mom's really drunk, huh...?"
Mom giggled, clearly in a good mood from the booze.
I let out a big sigh and turned to Manager Sister.
"Thank you for bringing her home. We'll head up now. Drive safe."
"Okay. Take care going up."
With that, I supported Mom as we made our way to the elevator.
Luckily, it was late, so we didn't run into anyone else.
"Hoo......"
Mom's warm breath tickled my cheek.
I told myself not to think about it, but I could feel my heart racing anyway.
Her warm body heat. The scent coming from her pressed-against body. And the soft sensation touching mine.
I suppressed my growing impatience as I waited for the elevator.
"Sun-huuu. Mom's sorryyy?"
"For what?"
Mom suddenly spoke up.
Feeling a pang of guilt, I flinched in surprise, but Mom didn't notice and kept going.
"For drinking so much. Mom's drunk... Does it bother you?"
"......No. Not really. Adults drink when they have reason to. I just don't like it when it's too much."
"Hee hee hee... When did my boy grow up like this♡"
With that, Mom happily pulled me into a hug.
I deliberately acted annoyed.
"Ah, cut it out, Mom. I'm not a kid anymore."
"No matter how old you get, you're still a kid to Mom."
Mom beamed as she said it.
Oblivious to how I felt.
Right on cue, the elevator arrived, so we got on.
I pressed 48—the floor our place was on—and it shot up fast.
"Hoo... Hoo......"
While the elevator rose, Mom fell asleep again.
Her sleeping form leaned even more into me.
The sensation of her breast pressing against my side had been bothering me for a while now, and there was nothing I could do.
In the cramped elevator, only Mom's breathing and the faint hum of ascent filled the space.
The ride felt eternal, but it finally dinged at the 48th floor.
"Mom. Elevator's here. Wake up."
"Yeah......"
Mom just mumbled sleepily, still out cold.
No choice. I slipped my arm under her knees and scooped her up in a princess carry.
Then, holding her, I unlocked the fingerprint door lock and went inside.
"Phew... Made it."
After laying Mom on the bed, I caught my breath.
She was completely out now—no reaction even when I set her down.
"Snoooore......"
With every breath, her breasts rose and fell on the bed.
My eyes followed, as if entranced.
The thin dress clung perfectly to her figure.
Even past 40, Mom kept her body in shape through relentless effort.
Come to think of it, I'd hardly ever had a chance to see her like this, asleep.
That thought made my heart start pounding again.
What if I did something now? Would Mom even know?
Maybe if it was just a little touch, she wouldn't notice...
Opportunities like this didn't come often. This might be my last chance in life.
Once the thought took hold, I couldn't stop myself.
I cautiously reached out toward Mom.
And placed my palm on the swell of her breast.
I moved my hand slightly, feeling her breast.
It was soft. Her bra was the last barrier, but I could clearly feel the breast beneath.
Glancing down, I saw her pale thighs.
Her hiked-up skirt seemed like just a little lift would reveal her panties.
If I lifted the skirt just a bit... Mom's panties...
"......What the hell am I doing."
A wave of self-loathing hit me.
The woman who raised me, and here I was doing this.
What I'd just done was straight-up a crime.
Overwhelmed with disgust at myself, I bit my lip.
And left Mom's room as is.
"Oppa. Mom's home?"
My younger sister Mi-so called out to me as I hurried back to my room.
Mi-so was sprawled on the living room couch in dolphin shorts and a tank top, fiddling with her smartphone in total comfort.
She asked but didn't even look my way—it was par for the course with that girl.
"Yeah. Wrapping party ran late, I guess."
"Mhm~."
Mi-so replied indifferently, clearly not that interested, so I turned to head to my room again.
But she called me back.
"Oppa. Busy?"
"...No, nothing pressing. Why? Want me to grab something?"
Mi-so had been a girl group member for three years now.
As an idol, she often had me run little errands for her.
That's why I asked, but her request was out of left field.
"Massage my legs a bit. Heels and dancing killed my feet~."
Unlike usual, Jin Mi-so was acting all cutesy, kicking her legs on the couch.
"...Hey. Why would you ask your brother for that? Do it yourself. Or buy a massager."
"Aww, why~!"
"No idea. I'm off to bed then."
"Aaa~! It really hurts! It's different when you do it versus me! If I stay like this, I won't be able to walk tomorrow~. Can't perform because of you~."
Mi-so fake-cried dramatically.
I'd never worn heels, but I'd heard plenty about how they wrecked women's feet.
Her group's dances were pretty intense, so she might really be hurting.
"Haa......"
I sighed deeply but sat on the edge of the couch where she lay.
Telling myself I shouldn't, but in the end, I always gave in to my little sister.
"Where? Left or right?"
"Both."
Mi-so was already grinning ear to ear.
She really enjoyed bossing me around, huh.
"Like this?"
"Ahaha! That tickles!"
Thwack.
"Gahk."
I pressed my thumbs into the sole of her right foot, and Mi-so nailed me in the jaw with a back kick.
Rubbing my jaw, I glared at her.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, Oppa! I won't do it again. Promise? Forgive me just once."
Mi-so flailed like a fly, rubbing her palms together frantically.
Watching her, even knowing it was an act, I couldn't help but let it slide.
"...One more kick and I'm really gone."
"Got it."
I pressed my thumbs into the sole of her right foot again.
Mi-so burst out laughing and flailed her legs wildly.
"Ahahaha! Oppa! Wait! Too tickly!"
"You asked for a massage. Stay still."
"Aang aang! No more soles! Stop~ Aang~"
She was such a drama queen, so I roughly finished the soles and moved to her ankles and calves.
Not like I was trained or anything—just kneading between the muscles.
"Aah~. Feels good~. Yeah, right there, Oppa."
"......"
"Aang♡ There, Oppa♡ Feels so good... Harder...♡"
If anyone else heard, they'd totally misunderstand.
Mom was passed out drunk, so that was fine, but Noona was probably working out right now, so she could've overheard without it being weird.
"...You're doing this on purpose, right?"
"Huh? What? I'm just saying it feels good♡"
"Ugh. Never mind."
Mi-so teasing me wasn't new.
I gave up and just went with it.
"Haa... You're really good, Oppa. You could be a masseuse. Want me to set you up one?"
"Insulting pros? Anyone could do this."
"Still, it felt better than a pro."
"Yeah, thanks for saying that."
"For real."
Honestly, Mi-so's words weren't even registering.
Her flailing earlier had shifted her shorts, and a bit of white panty lace peeked out.
She was face-down, and it was at her butt, so she had no clue.
I couldn't exactly tell her. How do you say that to your sister?
So I pretended not to notice.
But my eyes kept drifting there, and now her pale thighs and butt line were getting to me too.
Plus, the feel of her foot and calf I'd been kneading had my dick rock hard.
Hah. Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me today?
Getting turned on by Mom, now by my sister.
I was no better than an animal.
"Hey. That enough? I'm going now?"
"......"
"Hey. Jin Mi-so. Asleep?"
"......"
Mi-so didn't answer—just steady breathing.
She'd fallen asleep without me noticing.
Like Mom, Mi-so left early mornings for schedules and came back late evenings.
A normal college student like me was a hundred times less tired, no doubt.
"Sigh......"
Clueless to her brother's filthy thoughts. Must be nice.
No. Mi-so was normal. I was the freak.
Either way, Mom and Mi-so were family I'd lived with for over a decade. Getting horny around family was abnormal. Them being carefree and defenseless around me was only natural.
Troubled thoughts kept plaguing me today, so I rubbed my forehead and sighed.
And just then, I heard a door opening.