Chapter 2
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: And Sis
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“Hey, Jin Sun-hu. What the hell are you doing?”
A husky voice, surprisingly coming from a woman.
I turned my head and saw So-young sis glaring at me.
Sports bra and leggings. It was her usual workout getup at home.
She must've just come from exercising—her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat.
And that sis was staring daggers at me while I massaged Mi-so's legs.
I wasn't exactly innocent.
But I'd only done what Mi-so asked.
So I faced So-young sis head-on.
“Mi-so said her legs hurt, so I was giving her a massage.”
“With her panties out?”
“……”
So-young sis fixed me with a piercing stare.
I quickly pinched the edge of Mi-so's clothes with my fingertips and covered her up.
“You pervert.”
…My face burned hot.
Sorry for being such a pervert.
“Whatever. Go buy some water.”
“Water? It's in the fridge.”
“You know I don't drink from opened bottles, right?”
Right. Sis was a total germaphobe.
She wouldn't touch any drink that'd been opened, even if the family had sipped from it.
That's why we always had cases of 500mL bottled water stacked up at home—but looks like we'd run out today.
Why I had to go get it was beyond me, but defying sis never ended well.
“Got it. Just water, right?”
“Buy some pads too. Same kind as last time.”
The errand difficulty just skyrocketed.
In this day and age of online shopping, why make me—her guy brother—go to the store for pads?
“……Fine.”
Not thrilled, but I figured I'd just go.
Escaping this awkward spot was priority one anyway.
I rode the elevator down.
My smartphone read 11:30 PM.
The convenience store was right in the apartment complex, so it'd be quick.
Just a pain in the ass.
Come to think of it, tonight I'd been run ragged by everyone.
Cleaning up after Mom, spoiling Mi-so, now errands for sis.
Talk about a perfect snapshot of my life.
Not that I hated it.
I stepped out the apartment lobby and looked back at the towering building.
Sometimes I still wondered if this was all a dream.
Maybe I was still getting abused by my old parents, passed out and dreaming this up.
Wake up, and it'd be back to beatings.
That thought crossed my mind now and then.
Yeah. I'd been abused by my biological parents until I was six.
Those bio parents? Absolute human garbage.
They'd beat an clueless kid for fun—punch, kick, stomp, dunk in water, burn, starve...
Then my kindergarten teacher freaked out seeing me piss myself bloody and rushed me to the hospital. That's how it all came out.
Child abuse. Fourteen weeks to recover.
Broken ribs, severe organ damage.
Strip me down, and my body was black-and-blue everywhere, cigarette burns scarred across my back.
Parents made excuses, but anyone could've seen it was abuse.
Cry in pain? Head in the water.
Smile in front of others? No food.
I grew up thinking that was normal until six.
The scandal hit the news, parents got locked up.
I got hospital treatment, then sent to a child abuse shelter.
And that's where I met my adoptive mom.
“Haa...”
As an adult now, I knew how lucky I was.
Sure, abused as a kid—but I got a new family and turned out okay.
No blood relation, yet they treated me like real kin.
Not some pity for an abuse victim.
Like their real son, real little brother, real big bro.
Bossing me around with chores, pranks, even smacking me when pissed—that kind of family.
……But did I see them as my real family?
This wasn't the first time I'd felt sexual urges toward them.
This impulse had simmered since middle school puberty, right up to now.
I knew it was wrong.
Tried fixing it.
Forced myself into a girlfriend once.
Didn't work.
The more I suppressed it, the stronger it got.
Couldn't confide in anyone with my famous family.
Result? A twenty-something perv lusting after his own relatives.
“Guess trash parents breed trash sons after all.”
Family changes, but the blood doesn't.
That garbage blood still ran through me.
“Mom.”
Back from the store, I quietly opened Mom's bedroom door.
She was still fast asleep, clueless.
I set the hangover relief drink from the store on her vanity and slipped out.
“Sis.”
Then headed to the fitness room where she'd be.
She'd finished her workout and was stretching.
……Anyone seeing sis like this would feel the heat—I wasn't the only one.
Why do women wear such skimpy stuff to work out?
Her bra top—barely more than underwear—made her already eye-catching chest pop even more.
The skin-tight leggings traced her hips and legs perfectly.
Even if she didn't see me as a guy, wasn't this too much?
Did sisters everywhere pull this?
“...I'll leave the water and pads in the corner.”
I set the bag down and turned to go.
“Jin Sun-hu. Come here a sec.”
“...Why?”
“Why? Did you just say 'why' to me?”
Just a reflex question, but she took it as backtalk.
I meekly shook my head and approached.
“……You got any weird thoughts about Mi-so?”
Sis brought it up mid-stretch.
Legs split wide side to side, torso flat to the floor—terrifying flexibility.
Her question made my heart sink.
I swallowed dryly but played it cool.
“Weird thoughts? What kind?”
“Don't play dumb. I saw your dick rock hard earlier.”
“Sis!”
Her unfiltered words made me jump.
Heat rushed to my face. Siblings or not, some things you don't say.
“What? It wasn't?”
Sis turned only her face toward me, body still glued to the floor.
“...No. It wasn't.”
“Really?”
Sis rose, took a deep breath.
Closed her legs, sat up straight.
“Sun-hu. You think I'm saying this to scold you?”
Now she stared straight into my eyes.
What was going on here?
Her voice sounded... worried? Hallucination?
“I'm just worried about you kids. Mi-so's an idol. One bad rumor, and it's over for her.”
“……Won't let any rumors start. Don't worry.”
“Yeah? You been jerking off properly lately?”
“Jerk...!?”
Speechless.
They say panic blanks your mind—this must be it.
“Your room used to reek of night-blooming flowers back then, but now? Nothing. You slacking on it?”
“Wh-what, jerking off, that...”
Words stuck in my throat.
Tongue frozen solid.
Dick this, jerking off that—not words from someone like sis.
Especially outing her brother's private shit. Pretend you don't know, right?
Sis or not, this crossed a line.
“Th-that stuff, you don't need to tell me. Why do you even care?”
I let some anger slip.
Bounced right off her.
“I do care. About our wild little brother getting his rocks off right.”
“……”
“What if all that pent-up lust makes you pounce on our cute little sis? Disaster. Can't have a sex offender in the family.”
“……Sis. I won't do that shit. Relax.”
“Every sex offender says the same.”
“You calling me a sex offender now?”
“Nah, not at all. I trust you most in the world.”
Sis flashed a bright, innocent smile. Zero malice.
“But nobody crashes on purpose. You don't even know when it'll happen.”
“……?”
“So this sis is gonna help before it does. Keep our cute brother out of trouble.”
“...Help how?”
“Dunno. Like, with jerking off?”
“Jerk...”
Speechless again.
Help with jerking off?
Did she know what she was saying?
“...Sis. Cut the joke. I'm serious, I'll get mad.”
“You think this is a joke?”
“Then what the hell is it?”
Anger building for real now.
All my inner turmoil, and she tosses it out casually.
I was pissed.
But my rage evaporated like I'd been doused in ice water by her next move.
“Even like this?”
Sis grabbed my hand and plopped it right on her breast.
I couldn't close my gaping mouth.