Chapter 41
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Discharge
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I woke up in the morning to find my arm gone.
"Ugh."
No. It wasn't gone.
Blood just hadn't been flowing to it, so my arm was numb.
"Gasp!"
And there she was—my sister!
She was using my arm as a pillow while she slept!
……Can you imagine?
Waking up to find yourself in the lion's den.
There was an auxiliary bed, pillows, and even a sofa right next to the bed.
So why was she sleeping in my bed?
I carefully lifted her head, slid my arm out, and replaced it with a pillow.
"Mm…."
She let out a small, annoyed sound but didn't open her eyes.
Phew.
I survived.
I'd successfully extracted my arm from the sleeping lion's mouth.
I rubbed my numb arm and checked on my sister.
It had to have been years since I'd last seen her sleeping so defenselessly.
Even living under the same roof, I rarely caught her sleeping because she was so sensitive.
Though I'd seen her defenseless smile plenty of times.
Her sleeping face really looked like an angel's.
No wonder her fanbase exploded just from her waving and smiling.
If only she'd treat me even half that nicely.
She never showed me that polished smile, at least.
Ha….
….
Sister, you're actually asleep, right?
You're not faking it, are you?
I cautiously lifted the blanket.
Was this how a Maasai warrior felt challenging a lion?
"Ooh…."
Under the blanket, she was in her underwear.
Those huge breasts were elegantly pressed against the bed.
Beautiful.
I was purely awestruck.
Even her breasts looked angelic when she was asleep.
Of course, they were beautiful when she was awake too, but her usual intimidating aura made it hard to just stare and enjoy.
I could never get tired of looking. I felt like I could gaze at them all day.
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, a pressure hit my crotch, making my hair stand on end.
At some point, my dick had fallen into the lion's grasp.
I looked up and met her sharp gaze.
The sleeping lion had awakened.
"What're you looking at?"
"Uh, well…."
She wasn't angry.
I could tell—I'd been reading her moods for years.
This was just a straightforward question.
Her face looked pissed to anyone else, but that was her default.
"Your breasts are just so pretty, Sis."
So I answered honestly.
"Hmph."
She snorted like she was annoyed.
But that wasn't a bad reaction either.
"If you like them so much, go ahead and touch."
With that, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast.
"Ooh…."
"Squeeze too hard and you're dead."
I nodded vigorously.
Squish.
I moved my hand carefully.
Squish.
The mysteries of the universe were right there.
Ooh… God almighty.
Why are breasts so soft?
Did you make us knead them to worship you, the creator?
But was I really allowed this kind of morning luxury?
Come to think of it, I'd had sex with her yesterday too.
With this sister of mine.
Truth be told, I had a deadly illness, so maybe she was just showing mercy before I died?
This whole situation felt way too unreal.
"Hmph."
She snorted at me again, like I was ridiculous for being so fixated.
"In return, play piano again when we get home."
"Huh? Piano?"
Out of nowhere?
I was so flustered I stopped groping her breast.
I thought she hated my playing.
"…Then I'll let you touch them again."
Wait, what?
She started moving the hand that had been gripping my dick, like she was hiding her embarrassment.
My morning wood was fully armed thanks to her hand and those breasts.
"Ah… Sis…."
"But no sex until you're fully healed—it hurts too much. Use your hand till then."
So that meant sex once I was better?
No way I could refuse that.
I nodded eagerly.
I poured out all the buildup from overnight into her hand.
"We're home."
I was discharged and back home.
Just two days away, but it felt like forever.
Sister dropped me off and headed back down south.
She'd forfeited the tournament, but it wasn't over for her.
She's a pro—plenty to do even without competing.
"Welcome home, my boy."
"Mom."
Mom was waiting at the entrance and hugged me.
Ugh. Pure bliss.
Was I really allowed to be this happy? Wasn't karma gonna bite me later?
Oh crap. I hadn't properly cleaned up after yesterday with Sis. And this morning too.
Did I smell like cum?
"Do you know how worried I was? I told you not to look at those comments."
"Sorry, Mom. I won't anymore, I swear."
Mom looked genuinely sad.
People trashed our family like we were their mortal enemies.
Mom, Sis, even little Mi-so—it was the same for all of us.
Since we were kids, Mom forbade us from reading article comments.
And if we did, she told us not to take them seriously.
But I'd looked anyway when Mom returned to dramas or Sis passed her pro test—curious about reactions.
I was shocked.
People bashed us without reason, making up rumors.
Why? These should've been celebrations.
I couldn't brush off that malice like Sis did.
My mental game's weaker than tofu.
I'd been careful since, but this time it happened anyway.
I just felt sorry for Mom, who was truly worried.
"Hungry? Want some food?"
"Nah. Gonna shower first."
I'd been paranoid about the smell.
No way she'd find out about Sis, but I hated her thinking I stank.
I washed away the traces of my night with Sis clinging to my body.
Scrubbed every corner with hot water.
Thinking about it felt so weird.
Just a month ago, I couldn't have imagined this with Sis.
Recalling yesterday made my dick swell again.
I'd gotten one off with her hand this morning, but apparently not enough.
Come to think of it, what did Sis say earlier? Piano?
I'd glossed over it, but yeah, she told me to play again.
……No idea why she'd bring that up suddenly.
Had Mom said something to her?
Back in her sensitive middle and high school days, she'd yelled at me for being too loud, so I quit piano.
This apartment's soundproofed perfectly now, but our old one wasn't.
As a kid, I'd even written 'pianist' as my dream job.
But I knew I had no talent. If I did, Sis wouldn't have snapped.
I just loved the praise from Mom and my teacher—got ahead of myself.
I regretted it a bit. Felt bad for Mom's expectations.
But not enough to defy Sis.
And now she's the world's top pro golfer.
Disrupting her rest back then? I'd be the asshole—no real grudge there.
But had she been holding onto it?
Like, feeling guilty I quit because of her.
……Did Sis have that kind of delicate side?
Hmm… Nah.
Probably just wanted to yell, 'That's all you got?!'
That felt more like her….
"Sun-hu, Mom's coming in."
"Huh?!"
I was lost in thought and didn't hear the changing room door.
Click. The bathroom door opened.
I panicked and covered my crotch with both hands.
"Wanna shower together after so long?"
Mom was casually naked.
"Ah, uh… Mom."
"Why so flustered? It's not like you've never seen Mom's body."
True, not the first time.
But that didn't make it casual.
The body of a beautiful woman.
The result of Mom's tireless care.
Her large, soft-looking breasts, nipples, pubic hair, pussy.
She didn't intend to hide any of it.
Because I was her son? Or….
"……Still, don't stare so much. It's embarrassing."
"S-Sorry."
She shyly covered her crotch.
I flushed and looked away.
"But if Sun-hu wants to look… you can."
She moved her hand so I could see.
"Mom…."
My eyes locked there naturally.
Ahh. Beautiful.
That's where I was born….
……No, wait, what? That's not right.
Someone else birthed me.
But to me, Mom was the only mom.
A faint silhouette of my biological mom flashed, but I shook it off.
"Mom."
I called her seriously. Dick hard, but dead serious.
"Sorry for worrying you. But I'm really okay now."
I hugged her naked body.
Ugh. Calm down, dick.
I'll let you fire one off after we talk.
"So you don't have to force this."
Yeah. I was holding Mom's 'son' hostage.
Like this time, Sun-hu could go wrong anytime.
So she knew what she had to do for me.
I was basically blackmailing her.
Her going out of her way to fulfill my wishes wasn't weird.
She'd do anything for me.
But that wasn't what I truly wanted.
I wanted Mom happy too.
Not one-sided sacrifice, her 'giving me her body.'
If she didn't genuinely want me, it was meaningless.
A mutual desire. That's the relationship I craved with her.
So I was mustering every ounce of reason to send her away.
Smack.
Mom kissed my lips.
Tender, tearfully gentle.
"Sun-hu."
She called me.
Gentle voice.
Her eyes brimmed with love.
It hurt my chest to see.
"Mom thought a lot after hearing about you then. About our family's future, your future. And what I really want. I thought we should stop for your sake. Nothing but unhappiness ahead, all because of my selfishness—the whole family ruined…."
She murmured into my chest.
"But Mom figured it out. How I feel about you. How much I love you. And I regretted introducing you to Seo-ah. Cried alone thinking I'd lose you to her."
I panicked.
Mom cried? She hadn't shown it at all.
I thought she'd pushed Seo-ah on me to reject me.
But she'd regretted it too….
"Mom, you're not forcing this. You want Sun-hu too…."
She took my hand and guided it down.
Squelch….
Her hole, asserting she was a woman too, was wet despite no shower.
"Sorry. For being such a lewd mom."
Tears filled her eyes.
"Mom!"
I couldn't hold back and latched onto her lips.