Chapter 30

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 30

Chapter Title: What Awaits at the End of the Date

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What awaited us at the end of our date.

After all sorts of twists and turns, we finally made it into the theater.

As expected, hardly anyone was watching an erotic film from the morning. It felt like we'd rented out the whole place—it was completely empty.

And our seats were in a couple's booth, where two chairs merged into one small sofa-like setup without any dividers. Mi-so and I sat down side by side, our hips pressed together.

The movie started soon after, and the lights went out.

In the darkened theater, only the flickering light from the screen illuminated the space.

"Oppa. Aren't you nervous?"

"A little."

Mi-so gripped my hand tightly, which was trembling slightly from tension.

Thanks to that, my mind settled, but the moment the movie began, I started to feel drowsy.

And sure enough, I woke up from the strange sensation between my legs.

Someone was unbuckling my belt, trying to fish out what was hidden inside.

"...Jin Mi-so. That's not your toy, Oppa."

"Hehe."

Her movements were even more blatant than on the subway. In the darkness, with no one around to notice, Mi-so did whatever she wanted.

"Oppa, kiss me."

I met her approaching lips in the dark, just as she wanted.

Mm, mm. Light pecks on the lips. But Mi-so clearly wasn't satisfied with that.

One hand stayed between my legs, the other grabbed the back of my neck, and she sucked on my lips.

It was nothing like the innocent reactions from her first kiss last time.

"Oppa. I've been practicing since then."

"...Practicing?"

My body stiffened at her words.

Practicing? With who?

I swallowed the question that rose to my throat.

Mi-so had her own private life. It wouldn't be strange if she had one or two secret boyfriends.

Did I even have the right to pry? What would I do if I found out?

I didn't want to hear another guy's name from her lips. It wouldn't change anything, just ruin my mood.

I wasn't fixated solely on Mi-so myself, yet I couldn't bear the thought of her with another man. I knew it was hypocritical, but I couldn't help it.

"Aren't you curious who I practiced with?"

"...Not really."

She whispered between kisses.

A playful smile spread across Mi-so's lips. But this time, the joke didn't sit well with me.

"I did it with my members. Kissing girls doesn't count, right?"

She confessed while kissing the corner of my stiff lips.

...I see. Not a boyfriend, but her group members.

Wait, wasn't that still a problem?

But oddly, I felt relieved hearing that. Because I was the only man who had claimed her lips.

"Oppa's dick just twitched, didn't it? Were you imagining it? Me kissing my members?"

Her teasing voice tickled my ear.

"Sea-ah looks innocent but she's surprisingly the most aggressive. Ae's the opposite—she acts experienced but she's the purest. Jin-i says no to girls."

Sea-ah, Ae, Jin-i. Names of Mi-so's fellow group members.

Every time she mentioned a name, images of Mi-so kissing them popped into my head unbidden.

Sea-ah, with her innocent face, kissing even more eagerly.

Ae, putting on a haughty expression while shyly embarrassed.

Jin-i might say no, but Mi-so wouldn't back down. I could easily picture her forcing a kiss and then getting mad afterward.

"Oppa, by any chance."

"Yeah?"

"Do you like any of my members?"

"Yeah. I do."

Mi-so stopped kissing and pulled away at my answer.

Even in the dark, I could tell her face had hardened.

"...Who?"

"You. Jin Mi-so."

It was my light revenge for her prank.

But maybe she hadn't expected that response. Mi-so seemed to buffer for a moment, not processing my words, before snapping back and beaming as she pressed her lips to mine again.

"...I like you too, Oppa."

Our kisses grew even more intense. Words were no longer needed.

Our tongues explored each other's mouths hungrily. Mi-so hooked one leg over my thigh, pressing herself as close as possible.

"Oppa. Touch me too."

Truth be told, I'd been holding back too. But now that she'd given permission, it was fine.

I slipped my hand under her shirt. Stroking up her side, I cautiously cupped her breast, encased in her bra.

Mi-so's underwear was thin and offered little resistance. Touching her through the bra didn't feel much different from bare skin. The sensation of her breast filling my hand left me awestruck.

Touching Mi-so's breasts... This was no mere prank—it was clear caressing.

At least in the bathroom last time, there was the excuse of washing her. But this was unmistakably sexual contact.

"Ahh... Oppa...♡"

Hearing her pleased voice boosted my confidence, and I slipped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my hand inside her bra.

The difference between touching through underwear and bare skin was far greater than I'd thought.

The skin clinging to my hand, the texture of her nipple and areola that I couldn't feel before. When I gently pressed that perky tip between my thumb and forefinger, Mi-so reacted even more strongly.

"Ahh, ah, ah...!"

"Shh. Mi-so. Keep your voice down."

"Eek♡ Eung...♡"

I pushed her shirt and bra up.

Two sharp peaks stood erect. I bent down and kissed her breast instead of her lips.

I had no idea about techniques to pleasure a woman.

But no one starts out an expert. With the mindset of learning from now on, I experimented while watching Mi-so's reactions.

I started gently, as softly as possible. Licking with my tongue or rubbing with my lips.

Meanwhile, my hands busily roamed her body. Breasts, sides, stomach, back, neck, shoulders. As if determined to leave my fingerprints everywhere.

Mi-so giggled from the tickling at times, moaned in pleasure at others. I gradually increased the intensity, observing her reactions even more closely—the tremors in her small body, the responses of her skin.

"Sorry. Did it hurt?"

"No, it's fine. I like it, Oppa. Feels good, Oppa♡"

But how far was "fine," really? Even when I asked, she just said it was okay. It'd be great if I knew exactly what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt good and how hard.

But Mi-so and I were both novices at this. We couldn't perfect everything right away.

I pulled my hands from her breasts and moved to the next target.

Her thigh, exposed below her short denim shorts, gleamed invitingly. I slowly stroked it with my palm, hinting to Mi-so that we were advancing to the next step.

A hint of tension flickered in her previously dazed eyes. Her flushed face had her lips pressed tight, but she showed no sign of refusal.

Carefully, I unbuckled her belt and undid the button on her short jeans. As I pulled down the zipper, a glimpse of damp white panties appeared.

I slid one hand under her pants, over her panties. My hand invaded the tight confines of the denim.

The soft feel of her panties against my palm contrasted with the hard denim against the back of my hand—it felt strangely appealing.

I lightly moved my fingers, stroking the wet part of her panties. Beneath lay the softest skin on a woman's body.

"Ahng♡"

Mi-so's thighs clenched hard. Unable to hold back her voice, she buried her lips in my shoulder to muffle her moan.

"Jin Mi-so. What's this? Your panties are soaked."

"Hoot, hoot...♡"

Every time I wiggled my fingers inside her pants, Mi-so squirmed faintly, and her panties grew wetter.

She looked so pitiful, writhing while desperately stifling her sounds.

"Oppa, Oppa...♡"

My cute little sister. I kissed her plump lips, slightly parted as she panted, and shifted my hand.

This time, not over her panties, but inside them. Soft flesh, sticky fluid, and hot warmth welcomed my hand.

"Ah, ahng...♡"

Slowly, slowly, I rubbed. In circles, drawing hearts, around the little nub hiding shyly at the top of her slit.

Mi-so clutched my collar, trembling all over. The wild, free-spirited Mi-so, now so docile and clinging to me. She was unbearably adorable.

I slid my hand deeper. To the source still oozing wetness, to the firmly closed entrance. I pressed a finger there.

Suddenly, Mi-so—who'd been lost in a daze—grabbed my wrist with both hands, stopping me.

"O-Oppa. Putting it inside... scares me."

She must have thought I was going to insert a finger.

She whispered, embarrassed and fearful.

"Got it. I won't touch inside."

"...Okay."

Even I knew better than to go that far. I couldn't do to Mi-so's still-immature body what I'd done to Mom.

Not that I'd learned it from the internet recently or anything.

Instead of penetrating, I coated my finger in the fluids from around the entrance and returned to stimulating her clit. Mi-so sighed in relief and enjoyed the sensation.

"Oppa... Ah... Yeah...♡ Feels so good...♡"

Mi-so buried her face in my shoulder, trembling softly.

I cupped her chin, tilting it up for another kiss.

"Heung, eung...♡"

My hand swirled her clit while my tongue stirred her mouth.

Her breathing grew rougher, fluttering my eyelashes.

"Eek, eung eung...!!♡"

Under the repeated stimulation, Mi-so stretched out both legs and reached orgasm. As I pulled away from her lips, she gasped to reclaim the breath she'd held back.

"Haa, haa, Oppa... That was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it, Mi-so."

"Yeah... Now it's my turn."

After catching her breath, Mi-so placed her hand back on my dick. She formed a ring with her thumb and middle finger, stroking up and down.

"Hoo... Hawp."

She took a deep breath, bent at the waist, and took my tip into her mouth.

"Haa... Feels good, Mi-so."

A moan-like sigh escaped me naturally. She bobbed her head up and down while sucking.

I stroked her head instinctively and glanced at the screen, where the young man and woman were about to start having sex.

I hadn't watched the beginning at all, but from what I could gather, the protagonists were cousins. Was that why it was called Intimate Secret? Was cousin marriage banned in America?

The two cousins caressed each other in what looked like a barn or warehouse before jumping straight into sex.

Meanwhile, Mi-so's fellatio continued. This was my second time receiving it from her.

It felt significantly more skilled than last time. No way she'd practiced this too. You couldn't practice this with members. Right?

"Eung... Mi-so, I'm about to come."

She nodded and kept going. Like last time, she intended to take it in her mouth.

Semen wasn't clean or tasty, honestly.

I felt guilty about releasing it into her mouth. But that guilt was matched by the satisfaction and conquest of her accepting even my dirtiest part.

"Ugh... Grr...!"

In the end, I came in her mouth. I felt her sucking down the pulsing semen.

Mi-so kept my dick in her mouth until I finished, leisurely teasing it with her tongue. I shuddered through the luxurious climax.

"Thanks, Mi-so. That was really good."

Finally, she pulled away and lifted her head. Seeing her effort purely for my pleasure made her endlessly lovable.

She covered her mouth with one hand and said,

"...Oppa, I need the bathroom."

"Bathroom? Want me to come with?"

"No, I'm really fine. Just wait here and watch the movie, Oppa."

She grabbed her bag and hurried out through the emergency exit.

While she was gone, I tried to nap, but the movie plot nagged at me. I was weirdly curious about the fate of the love-struck cousins.

The film wasn't that interesting, but I watched intently. Even after Mi-so returned.

But the story was tragic. By the end credits, I regretted watching so seriously and wanted to curse it out.

The heroine got pregnant from their cousin fling. The hero vowed to take responsibility. But her conservative father, opposed to cousin marriage, absurdly shot him with a shotgun.

The hero died, the father went to prison for murder, and the heroine cut ties with her family to raise the child alone as a single mother. A hopeless ending.

I left the theater vowing to give it a 1-star rating later.

"Oppa. So touching, right?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it was."

Mi-so dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, as if moved. I thought sleeping would have been better, but I couldn't say it.

"Huaa! That was fun! Now, Oppa, let's get brunch!"

Even after that trashy movie, Mi-so brimmed with energy. Holding hands or linking arms, she dragged me around the department store.

Maybe because we'd gotten our fill in the theater, there was no harassment like before. I could finally enjoy a normal date with Mi-so.

We had brunch at a cafe, tried on clothes and accessories at stores, shot zombies at the arcade, took dozens of photos.

At first, I felt tired, but soon I lost track of time, caught up in the date. Her positive energy must have rubbed off on me.

But like that trashy movie's plot, our brief happiness might have been foreshadowing tragedy. Mi-so and I weren't the types to frolic carefree in the light. The price for letting our guard down was steep.

"Whoa. Speak of the devil. It's our agency president."

"Why's the president calling?"

Mi-so checked her smartphone and picked up in surprise.

From then on, I felt a twinge of unease.

"Oppa, hold on. Let me take this. Yes, President~ What's up? Calling me yourself?"

『Hey, Jin Mi-so! What the hell are you doing out there?!』

A shrill yell blared from the receiver, making even me nearby flinch.

But Mi-so answered leisurely, as always.

"Eek, what's that~? What do you mean, what am I doing?"

『You're all over SNS! Pictures with some guy! Secret date at the department store!』

"Eek. Really? Hehe."

Ah.

Dread washed over me like a wave.

My heart started pounding irregularly.

『Are you insane?! You think this is funny? Things are sensitive right now, and you pull this?! Who's that bastard next to you?! Put him on!』

"Noo~ It's Oppa. My brother. Real brother."

『Ha, bullshit. You expect me to buy that?』

"President, it's true~."

Mi-so wandered to a quiet corner while talking.

Meanwhile, I searched SNS on my phone to see what was spreading.

I scrolled and scrolled, but the abuse aimed at Mi-so never ended.

Baseless rumors, curses too vile to read, candid photos taken without permission, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠photos, photos.

I shouldn't look. No need to take each one seriously. But knowing that, I couldn't stop scrolling.

My vision narrowed. My chest tightened. The mask made breathing stuffy. But could I take it off now? It felt like everyone was staring at me.

I looked up and locked eyes with a young woman. She was pointing her phone at me. Taking a photo? Why me...?

I couldn't remove the mask. I'd get photographed. But I can't breathe...

Something's wrong. I'm breathing, but it's like I'm underwater. What's happening?

Stuffy. Suffocating. Unbearable. I tore off the mask. A flash went off somewhere. Photographed. But breathing...

"Hahk, haaak..."

Strange. No oxygen coming in. Breathing, but no oxygen. Suffocating. Why? Am I underwater?

Have I been dreaming all this time? Is my real self drowning, head held under by my biological parents? Am I hallucinating before death? Was it all a dream? That would explain everything.

Dizzy. Can't stand. Thoughts fragmenting. Head spinning. Collapsing in place.

Scary. Am I drowning like this? Suffocating. Scary. Where's Mi-so? Mom. Mom?

"Oppa! What's wrong, Oppa! Snap out of it! Breathe!"

Mi-so was right there. But her voice sounded distant. Because this was a dream. Right?

"Snap out of it!!"

Mi-so slapped my cheek. But it didn't hurt. No sensation. Dream, huh?

Need air, oxygen. Mouth open, but only hic-hic sounds. Clawing my chest, no air. Can't speak. Scary. Scary. Mom. Mom.

"Oppa!!"

A voice calling me from afar.

But now nothing was visible. No response came.

...I sank slowly, slowly, into the depths.

......Kept sinking.

......No one saved me.

......Ah. Mom.

......Sorry, Mom-.