Chapter 40
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Sister's Confession - The Truth Is, I'm 4
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It had been a month since then when I finally made my return to the field.
The season was summer.
I couldn't exactly go out with my face all messed up, so I'd been cooped up in the hospital and at home the whole time.
As an outdoor type, I was itching to get out—I just couldn't stand it.
I took it out on Sun-hu, using him as my personal punching bag, but even that wasn't enough.
After beating him down one-sidedly, I'd always end up masturbating to fantasies of him turning the tables on me.
Sun-hu had straightened up since that incident. He'd changed a lot.
He seemed to have switched to a famous psychiatrist, too.
He wasn't completely normal yet, but he looked a hell of a lot better.
He was more assertive now, with some actual confidence.
While I was hospitalized, he'd waited on me hand and foot.
Even after I got out, he volunteered to run my errands.
Having a obedient servant around didn't feel half bad.
I told everyone I'd just tripped and hurt myself, but nobody bought it.
The hospital staff grilled me especially hard. Who beat me up?
But since neither Sun-hu nor I said a word, it didn't blow up into a big deal.
Mom and Mi-so seemed to have pieced it together, but they didn't dig deeper.
It wasn't exactly how I'd planned it, but the results were good, so what the hell, right?
And my comeback stage? The second pro test of the year.
Out on the field after so long, I unleashed my shots like there was no tomorrow.
Maybe it was the good rest.
The slump I'd been in before the injury felt like a bad dream—the ball flew just right.
In the end, I breezed through qualifiers in the top ranks.
A few days later, at the finals, I took first place and passed the pro test.
Now I was officially Pro Jin So-young.
"Noona, congrats on going pro!"
"Yeah, yeah. Show me a little more respect from now on."
Everyone around me made a huge fuss, but I wasn't all that thrilled.
Me becoming a pro had always been a matter of when, not if. It was a done deal.
If anything, I felt like the real start was now. I'd have to compete with the pros.
Right after turning pro, I was swamped nonstop.
Passing the test in first place hit the broadcast news and blew up.
Genius high school girl golfer—the headlines hadn't changed a bit.
TV gigs poured in, sponsors lined up.
I shot ads and photoshoots. The power of network TV, huh.
Being actress Im Shin-hye's daughter helped, too. I even appeared on variety shows with Mom, who was back in home dramas.
My fame snowballed. I ended up on TV more than some big-name seniors.
In a way, that was probably the higher-ups in the association's ideal picture.
The grand plan to turn golf from a niche sport for enthusiasts into a national powerhouse like baseball or soccer.
For that, they needed a superstar everyone knew.
And I fit the bill perfectly.
Not just among golf nerds—I was a household name now.
Just standing on the street, people recognized me and snapped photos.
All I needed now was a world championship title.
Our nation loses its mind over national glory.
Once Jin So-young wins an LPGA major, game over—that was the vibe.
But it didn't happen.
My scores were all over the place, up and down like waves.
I contended for wins in small domestic tournaments, but tanked at the majors.
That's when the unrefusable demands started wearing me down.
My days were packed with schedules from dawn till dusk, schmoozing strangers nonstop.
I felt more like a salesperson than a golfer.
I made bank, sure, but my life was parched.
Fame built up, the push kept coming. Ads and shows everywhere you turned on TV.
But no results.
The worst-case scenario.
As my popularity rose, so did the haters.
Hitting rock bottom at that controversial LPGA event as a sponsor invite sealed it.
Slammed for chasing money with ads over practice.
No talent, just riding my looks. Sleeping for sponsors. Sexual commodity.
The press churned out dirt daily.
Netizens piled on like hyenas.
"Hmph. What's wrong with making money? Every pro's in it for the cash anyway."
I played it cool on the outside, but inside, I was seething.
To flip public opinion, I had to prove it with scores.
But experience taught me slinging effort didn't guarantee good rounds.
Clearing my head and swinging easy worked better.
And as much as I hated admitting it, there was one constant whenever I played well.
"Hey! Jin Sun-hu!"
Right after tormenting Sun-hu, my game always fired.
Like some jinx.
Avoid him, and I'd flop.
Lately, too busy to mess with him, and sure enough, everything tanked.
Mom even said her acting improved after script reads with him.
Superstitious bullshit, maybe. Or maybe Sun-hu had some special power.
"Ugh! I give! Mercy! Give up!"
I had Sun-hu in an armbar during our 'fight play.'
He tapped frantically on the floor.
I released his arm from the hold.
"Hmph. Can't even take that much."
"How am I supposed to take that..."
Sun-hu clutched his sore arm, grimacing.
"Get up. One more round."
"Again?"
But he just lay there, not budging.
Stalling for time?
"What's the holdup? On your feet."
"W-wait a sec."
I hauled his hesitant ass up myself.
Sun-hu awkwardly covered his front with both hands.
Not because his arm hurt?
"What? Hiding something?"
"N-no..."
I pried his hands away by force, and there it was—his gym pants bulging out.
"......"
"......"
I knew damn well what that was.
"What the hell, you got hard? In that situation? Against your noona?"
"N-no... uh... it's just a physiological reaction."
Sun-hu stammered, face beet red down to his ears and neck.
"Physiological my ass. Whatever."
I tried acting normal, but my mind was a mess.
I'd always drawn a line between real-life Sun-hu and my fantasy version.
But now that line was blurring.
A fired-up Sun-hu pinning me mid-fight? Prime masturbation fodder.
I wondered what was under those pants.
What if I just yanked them off right here?
All my conditioning—he'd do anything I say.
Could pass it off as a prank, right?
"......Gross. You killed my vibe. Clean this shit up."
I spat some pointless abuse at him and bailed.
Remembered him all curled up and depressed after the school trip mess.
If I broke him again because of me, the family would shatter.
Mom would pry me away from him for good.
No coming back from that.
"Haa..."
I took a deep breath under the shower spray.
I'd chewed him out, but I wasn't the only one turned on in that moment.
His arm wrapped tight in my hold...
A man's arm—strong, fundamentally different from a woman's.
If he came at me for real, I wouldn't last a second, just like 'that time.'
The feel of that arm...
Where it pressed against my thigh and chest... so hot.
"Mm...♡"
I masturbated right there in the shower.
『Congrats on your first win since pro debut, Player Jin So-young. How are you feeling?』
"The water was refreshing."
『You're still in high school, and you got a ○○ luxury car as a prize for the injury. What will you do with it?』
"I'll discuss it with my family."
『Anyone on your mind right now?』
"My mom, my siblings, my caddie Steven Choi who's always there for me, the association folks supporting me in every way, the Sa-seong Electronics sponsors who've backed me since I was little, and..."
『Any boyfriend?』
"Nope."
『Ideal type then?』
"Hmm... gay?"
"So, sis, what're you doing with the car?"
Family dinner out.
A celebration for my win after so long.
"Thinking of gifting it to Choi caddie."
I glanced at Mom as I said it.
Dads usually get them, but mine was long gone.
He'd texted earlier; I blocked him.
"Do whatever you want with it, So-young. It's yours. Mom doesn't mind."
"Got it."
Figured she'd say that.
"Whoa. Lucky."
I caught Sun-hu muttering under his breath.
"What, you into cars?"
"Yeah... they're cool."
He whispered, looking embarrassed.
"What model's your favorite?"
"Lambor○ghini!"
That toy car?
Kid, huh.
Oh, right. Big body, kid brain.
"Yeah? Get your license later, and noona'll hook you up with one."
I tossed it out casually.
Natural, right? Didn't sound weird?
"What! For real?!"
Sun-hu's eyes went wide, thrilled.
Hmph. A car for a lifetime slave? Bargain.
"Hey, no sports cars. What if you crash?"
"Mom, expensive cars are safer in crashes. And people steer clear 'cause they recognize 'em."
"Is that so?"
Mom could argue all she wanted, but she'd cave to Sun-hu eventually.
"Oppa, no way. How much more beating would that cost from noona? I'll buy you one when I make it big."
"Debut first, then talk."
Mi-so was sharp as ever.
But taking from her might be riskier for Sun-hu.
Who knows what she'd pull.
"Hee-hee."
Mom smiled warmly at me and Mi-so bickering, Sun-hu beaming.
A peaceful family moment.
After that, Sun-hu got into a top university without a hitch.
True to my word, I bought him the Lambor○ghini after his college entrance exam.
Mom fretted, but that timid guy speeding into a wreck? No chance.
"Noona! Thanks! I'll treasure it forever!"
"Yeah, yeah. Show some respect."
Back then, a couple cars were chump change.
LPGA win, prize money queen, sponsor and ad cash through the roof.
Had so many courtesy cars and prizes, I handed 'em out to Mom's circle.
Could retire tomorrow and never worry.
We moved, too. Priciest apartment in Seoul.
Whole family draws eyes—security first.
Real estate only climbs anyway; didn't feel like spending.
Built a building, too. Overflowing cash needed investing.
Planning to hand it to Sun-hu someday. He couldn't hack a real job anyway.
Just manage the property and coast.
Life was rolling smooth for me.
But one thorn in my side: little sis Mi-so.
"Oppa! Drop me off up ahead!"
Mi-so straight-up cockblocked me.
Always sabotaging alone time with Sun-hu.
Worse, flaunted it—plastering herself to him right in front of me.
And here I was, holding back.
Mi-so was sly.
Did stuff I could never pull off, cool as ice.
Shielded it as 'cute' or 'playful,' everyone let it slide.
Casual touches on his body, luring his hands to hers.
Way past sibling boundaries.
"Oppa, wanna shower together like old times?"
"What?"
She dropped it at dinner.
Loud enough for me to hear.
She meant it.
"Mom, that's fine, right?"
"Hee-hee. Should Mom join?"
...And Mom meant it, too.
Bang!
I slammed the table and stood.
"Cut the crap."
Glared daggers at Sun-hu, then stormed off.
Sun-hu was timid.
Won't start trouble himself, but folds easy under pressure.
Mi-so was dangerous that way.
No pretense—she bulldozed straight ahead.
Held back as a nobody idol, but now with debut hype, zero restraint.
My Sun-hu jinx still held.
No bully buff, and my golf slumps. Mood tanks.
『Ahh♡ Oppa, there♡ Feels so good... harder...♡』
That day, Mi-so's moans echoed down the hall.
I knew it wasn't that.
Knew she amped it up for my ears.
Still, it grated.
Sun-hu crossing lines with Mi-so? Just time.
If they bolted abroad together?
I shuddered at the nightmare.
Mi-so'd do it.
Time for drastic measures.
But how?
What weapons did I have?
Money? She wasn't hurting.
Looks? Sisters—who's better?
Boobs then?
I hefted mine appraisingly.
Mi-so'd grown, but nowhere near Mom or me yet.
Heavy pains in the ass.
But they got me here—no denying it.
Sun-hu eyed them since forever.
Still did.
Thought I didn't notice, but I let it slide.
His fantasies? Obvious.
Boobs, huh. Back to boobs.
But how? Couldn't plaster 'em on him natural like Mi-so.
Sleeper hold? Headlock? Armbar again?
Why only beatdown moves?
I pondered, then stood.
Worrying'd just waste days.
Why not just let him grope?
Time to face it head-on, my style.
"Hey, Jin Sun-hu. What're you up to?"