Chapter 50
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Mi-so's Counterattack! (Failed)
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That night.
I couldn't sleep, strangely excited for some reason.
Thoughts kept chaining one after another.
About what happened with Mom and Noona, and with Teacher Yoon Seo-ah.
And about Mi-so, too.
The more I thought, the stronger the feeling that I was doing things way above my station.
If a person lives without knowing their place, they'll eventually cause a huge disaster.
And once it blows up, it's too late for regrets.
Right now, I was knee-deep in adultery.
No need to even mention Mom or Noona—Teacher Yoon Seo-ah was a married woman, a relationship I had no business being in.
If even one of them got found out, everything would be over.
This happy family, this life drowned in pleasure.
But the deed was done, and there was no erasing it.
All I could do now was charge ahead blindly.
Such thoughts kept me up all night.
Thanks to that, I noticed the intruder at dawn.
Kkii.
The door opened cautiously. Very slowly.
I kept my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.
It was Mi-so.
Mom was off at a dawn shoot, and Noona was abroad for a sponsor invite.
Today, it was just me and Mi-so at home.
No way it was a burglar, so the only one who'd come into this room was Mi-so.
What could it be? Was she here to masturbate like last time?
She'd been so cold to me that afternoon.
What should I do? Pretend not to notice?
Or maybe help her out with it as a peace offering—wouldn't that be okay?
I kept up the sleeping act with such carefree thoughts.
I really was carefree.
I never imagined Mi-so would resort to such an extreme measure.
Click.
A cold sensation on my right wrist.
I reflexively opened my eyes and grabbed the shadow in front of me, throwing it onto the bed.
"Kyaa!"
A short scream.
As expected, it was Mi-so's voice.
I straddled her and grabbed the remote by the pillow to turn on the light.
Silver handcuffs on my right wrist gleamed in the lamplight.
"O-Oppa? You were awake?"
Hehe.
Mi-so laughed, trying to play it off.
"Mi-so, you..."
My voice was trembling.
Goosebumps prickled my back, and cold sweat dripped down.
A faint childhood trauma was trying to resurface.
No. Don't think about it. That has nothing to do with me anymore. Those people will never show up in front of me again.
So don't think about it. If I do, I'll break down. I'll hurt Mi-so.
"What... what the hell are you doing?"
I forced my mouth open. Hope it didn't sound weird.
"What do you think? I was just gonna play a teeeny prank while Oppa was sleeping."
Mi-so blinked innocently as she answered.
She smiled brightly, like it was no big deal at all.
Was putting handcuffs on a sleeping sibling such a common prank between brother and sister?
Mi-so knew I'd been abused as a kid, but not the details.
So maybe she really thought it was lighthearted fun.
"Oppa, but it hurts. Can you let me go? It's stuffy."
I was straddling Mi-so, pinning her arms.
"...Give me the key."
"It's in my pocket."
I rummaged in Mi-so's pocket for the key.
I released her arms but stayed straddled on her body.
Out came the key—and three more pairs of handcuffs.
Not plastic toys, but real ones that couldn't be removed without a key.
"...Where did you get these? What were you planning to do with them?"
I unlocked the cuffs from my wrist and asked Mi-so.
If I'd been even a little slower, it would've been a real disaster.
"Borrowed them from a friend! And I told you, it was just a prank!"
A hint of irritation crept into Mi-so's voice.
I just stared at her silently.
"You unlocked them, so we're good! They're heavy—get off!"
"Jin Mi-so. Is this a prank? If someone put handcuffs on you, would you just laugh it off?"
"What?! You're the one who messed up first! Get off! I said get off!"
Mi-so started thrashing beneath me.
But with my advantageous position, she had no chance overpowering me with strength.
I pinned her arms again to stop her from moving.
"Jin Mi-so!"
"...What? Gonna hit me? Go ahead! I'll call the cops right away!"
"You..."
Her counterattack left me speechless.
"Hmph! You won't hit me anyway! You'll just run away again! Coward! Scaredy-cat! Traitor!"
Mi-so's cruel words stabbed my chest.
I'd run from Mi-so's love. Using the excuse of the risk of getting caught.
I'd done it with Mom and Noona, but fled from Mi-so.
Coward, scaredy-cat, traitor. I had no rebuttal.
"...Mi-so. You know what happens if we get caught. Our whole family ends."
"So what? I'm not scared! Even if I have to ditch Mom and Unnie, I can support Oppa on my own!"
"What about Mom and Noona? You okay with them getting finger-pointed at, getting hurt?"
"What does that have to do with me? What has family ever done for me?!"
It was a shock.
That Mi-so thought of family that way.
I'd assumed she cherished family like I did.
That she'd want to protect them like I did.
"You... don't know how precious family is..."
Words failed me.
How precious this happy family was.
How precious it was to have a family that loved me.
She probably wouldn't get it if I told her.
Mi-so had never had another family.
Never suffered because of family.
"Yeah. Looks like I've been too soft on you. Mom and Noona too."
"...Oppa?"
Mi-so was sharp. She sensed my mood shift immediately.
"Kyaa!"
I flipped her over, forcing her face-down on the bed.
Then twisted her arms back and cuffed her wrists with her own handcuffs.
"It hurts! Oppa! What are you doing?!"
Mi-so was so flexible, this couldn't really hurt. It was a lie to escape the situation.
I didn't answer.
"Oppa! You know this isn't ending as a prank, right? Uncuff me now, or I'll really call the cops?"
I connected her ankles with another pair too.
"Oppa? Don't do this for real. Mom'll be sad if you get arrested."
Shed said she didn't care about Mom moments ago, now bringing her up.
I ignored it and pulled down Mi-so's pajama pants anyway.
She was wearing sexy T-back panties that didn't suit her. Her plump, cute butt was exposed.
"Aww, what? Oppa wanted something naughty too? Just say so honestly. But I hate handcuffs~ Uncuff me~."
Did she still think it was a joke? Or was she trying to frame it that way?
Mi-so had grown up without a dad after her parents divorced young.
Mom and Noona were always busy, and I'd just doted on my tag-along little sister.
I had a duty to discipline Mi-so in place of her absent dad.
"Oppa? Can't you hear me? I said uncuff me? If it's naughty stuff, I'll do it for you. Okay?"
I slowly raised my hand.
Even if Mi-so ended up hating me for this, it couldn't be helped.
I hoped it wouldn't come to cops, but maybe I could pass it off as sibling roughhousing.
I brought my raised palm down on Mi-so's butt.
Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
Mi-so yelped in surprise, her butt jiggling up.
Even restrained hand and foot, she bounced like that. Quite the talent.
"It hurts! It hurts! You hit me! Oppa hit me!"
Mi-so wailed loudly.
I grabbed the bucking Mi-so, laid her flat again, and brought my palm down once more.
Smack!
"Kyaaak! Pervert! Violent jerk! I'm calling the cops! Kyaaak!"
I pinned the flailing Mi-so back down.
And swung my palm again.
Smack!
"Kyaaaak! It hurts! Oppa! It really hurts! Stop hitting me!"
We'd never had any noise complaints since moving here.
Probably the same for other units. The ads boasted perfect soundproofing from special construction.
Should be fine, but I still felt uneasy.
"If you keep making noise, I'll hit harder."
I lowered my voice, trying to sound as menacing as possible.
"Oppa? Oppa? Is it 'cause I cuffed you? Sorry! I won't prank like that again! I'll listen well! I won't say I don't need family anymore!"
Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
Mi-so rolled wildly across the bed and vanished to the far side in an instant.
"Ah."
Thud.
The sound of her head hitting the floor echoed.
"Mi-so! You okay?!"
Panicking, I rushed to her.
With hands and feet cuffed, Mi-so couldn't brace herself and had faceplanted.
"Waaah! Waaah!"
I scooped her up, and seeing my face, she burst into tears.
"Oppa hit me! Oppa did! He hit me! Waaah~!"
"Sorry, Mi-so. Oppa’s sorry. Sorry for hitting you. Where does it hurt? Did you hit your head? Does your head hurt?"
"My butt... My butt hurts...! Waaah!"
I knew the exaggerated sobs were fake crying, but I was frozen.
I'd overdone it. I couldn't hit someone without guilt, let alone Mi-so.
Especially Mi-so, who'd always followed me and adored me.
I hugged her tight, soothing her, regretting my foolish actions.
"Sorry. I won't hit you ever again. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry, Mi-so."
I hugged Mi-so and cried.
"...Oppa? You're crying?"
I don't know why I cried too.
Maybe Mi-so's tears were contagious, or memories of getting hit and crying as a kid resurfaced.
I cried so hard even Mi-so looked flustered seeing it.
"Oppa. I'm fine now, okay."
Even after Mi-so stopped her fake crying and I uncuffed her hands and feet, I kept sobbing for a while longer.
Now Mi-so was the one comforting me.
"Honestly, it didn't even hurt that much. Honestly, I was kinda excited."
"...Excited?"
"Anyway! Don't believe a woman's tears at face value! You'll get totally fooled by some bad girl someday!"
I nodded, sniffling.
Embarrassing. A guy bawling like this.
I'd meant to scold her properly like a big brother, but now the tables were completely turned.
"I really can't handle myself sometimes."
Mi-so laughed pityingly and pulled my head to her chest.
Despite her slender frame, she had full, magnificent breasts inherited from Mom.
I buried my face there and swallowed my tears.
"Oppa, sorry. For the mean words. I didn't mean it."
"Yeah."
"I'll try to cherish family more from now on. So don't be disappointed in me."
"Yeah."
"But Oppa, you really don't wanna do naughty stuff with me?"
"...No."
"Then? You do wanna?"
"..."
"If I promise to be super careful so no one finds out—not Mom, not Unnie, no one—would you?"
"...Yeah. I wanna."
"...Oppa. My butt hurts, so put some ointment on it."
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'll go get it! Wait a sec!"
Mi-so jumped up and dashed out of the room.
She returned shortly and thrust a bottle at me triumphantly.
"Here! Rub it on!"
Then she flopped face-down on the bed and stuck out her butt.
The ointment Mi-so handed me.
It wasn't ointment—it was insertion lube, aka love gel.