Chapter 52
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Mi-so, After
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After finishing my first time having sex with Mi-so.
I carried her to the bathroom.
To wash her body, stained with sweat, blood, and semen.
Of course, I needed a wash too.
"Oppa, you're still not satisfied, right? I'll suck it out for you with my mouth."
Mi-so, who had been half-dead just moments ago, perked right up the second we stepped into the bathroom.
After washing each other's bodies like we used to, she even went down on me again.
I'm thrilled, of course, but I can't help worrying if she's pushing herself too hard.
Watching her full of energy like this, memories of her as a little girl suddenly came flooding back.
She reminded me of the childish Mi-so who'd fool around and make a racket in the bathroom.
To think that tiny little Mi-so had grown up to have sex with her oppa.
It was deeply moving.
I tossed the bloodstained bedsheets and blanket straight into the washing machine.
Just in case any traces were left and someone spotted them.
After that, we crawled into Mi-so's bed together.
Of course, both of us naked.
Lying side by side on the bed infused with Mi-so's scent, we talked until dawn broke.
Mi-so chattered mostly about naughty stuff—like what kind of play to try next, or how handcuffs might actually be pretty fun.
I hate anything painful or scary for her, but I decided to go along with her desires as much as I could.
To think she could already be planning the next round right after all that pain.
Mi-so's one tough girl.
It wasn't all just an act, was it?
Even as we talked, Mi-so kept toying with my dick like it was her favorite plaything.
I kept fondling her breasts too, since she'd given me permission up to that point.
In the end, once in the bathroom and once more in Mi-so's bed.
That day, Mi-so wrung a total of three loads out of me.
And just like that, Mi-so and I made up.
Our bond was definitely stronger than before the fight.
Closer than most siblings, without a doubt. We'd even gone all the way.
Noona, Mom, and now Mi-so too.
I'd ended up sleeping with every woman in the house.
With every single one of them who'd welcomed an outsider like me into the family.
Our little secret, shared between us.
A secret we could never breathe a word of to anyone.
I know it's wrong. I know society would point fingers.
But I've agonized over it until it overflowed. I've suffered plenty.
We're not criminals. We haven't hurt anyone else.
We just loved each other.
……That's what I tell myself, but I know better than anyone that doing it with all three at once leaves zero room for excuses.
Call me trash if you want. This is the happiness I've found. I've decided to be true to my feelings.
No matter what happens, I'll guard this secret.
For the sake of protecting my new family that loved me.
"Hello, everyone!"
That morning, Jin Mi-so showed up at the choreography practice room in an incredibly good mood.
"Mi-so!"
Spotting her, the group member who'd arrived early—Jin—came running over.
"How'd it go?"
"How'd what go?"
Mi-so played coy in response to Jin's urgent question.
The idol group Mi-so belonged to was called Spring.
Its members: Se-ah, A, Mi-so, and Jin.
Four in total.
From their clueless middle school trainee days through the grueling obscurity and all the way to their current spot at the top.
The four of them had weathered every twist and turn together, leaving no secrets between them.
If anything, they actively shared their secrets and consulted each other on their troubles. Even the sibling secret that Sun-hu was convinced would bring about the end of the world.
"Quick! I couldn't sleep last night dying to know!"
"Truth is…… I didn't get a wink either."
"You succeeded!?"
Jin lit up like it was her own victory as Mi-so squirmed bashfully.
Jin was the one who'd listened to Mi-so's woes and lent her the lube and handcuffs.
With members who shared meals and dorm life, there was no hiding secrets forever—so right from the group's formation, the four had agreed to lay all their secrets bare.
As with most young girls, those secrets were almost entirely love stories.
Group leader Se-ah had already hooked up with the agency president back in her third year of middle school as a trainee. Now they were officially dating.
A, the bisexual who could fall for anyone regardless of gender. Though she never touched the other vanilla members, of course.
Jin, the free-love advocate whose boyfriend changed every month. Rumor had it she'd dated over fifty guys so far. Take it or leave it.
And then Mi-so, who as the latest addition had confessed her pure, romantic love for her non-blood-related step-oppa. Adorably so.
But given idols' blanket ban on public dating, any one of these secrets leaking could vaporize the group entirely. Knowing they all held dirt on each other created a perfect mutual deterrence, ensuring ironclad secrecy.
And by confiding their once-private burdens and brainstorming solutions together, their bond had only grown stronger. Discord rumors? That was someone else's problem.
A true community of fate.
Her family might get jealous hearing it, but these days they were closer than blood.
Especially Mi-so and Jin, who were the same age—they were thick as thieves.
Jin had been totally fired up by Mi-so's tale of pure love for her step-oppa. Maybe because she'd burned through so many casual flings herself, Mi-so's devotion shone all the brighter.
On the flip side, to Mi-so, Jin was the master of dating and a pro at sex.
Mi-so had gleaned tons of wisdom from Jin, who'd been dating guys nonstop since elementary school.
This very "Midnight Handcuff Operation" had been Jin's brainchild.
"Nope. Actually, it failed."
"Failed?"
"Yeah. Got caught mid-cuffing and got spanked like crazy!"
"Spanked?!"
Jin was utterly baffled by Mi-so's beaming grin.
Her words and expression just didn't match up.
"See, what happened was—"
To help Jin understand, Mi-so started explaining step by step.
Though if anything, it sounded more like bragging about her oppa.
The original plan had been to cuff his hands and feet to the bedposts while he slept, then force every last drop of semen out of him.
But she'd barely gotten one handcuff on before he woke up. Mission failed.
Jin, who'd even scripted lines like "Won't get hard for me anymore? Then what's this?", was left disappointed.
Still, the outcome was great, so all's well that ends well. For Mi-so, this might've turned out even better.
By the time she finished talking, the other members had trickled in and were listening raptly to Mi-so's tale.
"Still, hitting's a bit much, isn't it? What if he resorts to violence next time things don't go his way?"
"Nah, it was just her butt, right? That's gotta count as foreplay……."
Se-ah and A chimed in with their takes midway through.
Both older than Mi-so and veterans of romance themselves—not to mention their own rocky loves—they were genuine cheerleaders for Mi-so's happily-ever-after. They listened intently and dispensed senior wisdom without holding back.
The members kept gossiping about Mi-so and her oppa for ages after that.
Now that they were legit stars, they had the entire practice room rented out—no need to hold back.
Sure, there was plenty of teasing, but it all came from a place of support.
Having ragged on Mi-so about it forever, they were over the moon that her love had finally paid off.
"But getting all sweet after smacking her? Classic player move."
"Right? I'm worried Mi-so's getting played by some sleaze."
"Totally."
"And an arm-thick monster? No way."
"Feeling it the second it went in? Come on."
"What is it, a magic wand?"
"Mi-so's got zero guy experience, that's why."
"Shouldn't no experience mean you feel even less?"
Mi-so just kept beaming through all their wild speculation about her mystery oppa.
A girl in love is invincible.
"Still, I'd love to check him out. Mi-so's oppa."
"Yeah, you've hidden him forever—time to show off."
And sure enough, that's where it led.
Mi-so had seen it coming a mile away.
"I showed you pictures."
"Pics can be faked."
"You brag nonstop but hide his face."
"Just bring him around already."
"No way. You know he has social anxiety."
The members, hyped as they were, backed off once they remembered that video of Mi-so's oppa collapsing.
They'd pushed her to drag him on a date back then too—and look what a mess that turned into.
Not easy to strong-arm her this time either.
But Mi-so did want to introduce her oppa to these closest-of-all members someday.
She wanted to brag about him to them most of all.
Even if he was shy, these girls might be okay for him.
"……Not all at once, okay? But come over one by one. I'll let you see his face."
"For real?"
"I'm good. My president oppa would flip."
"Count me in! Lodging included! Gotta verify that arm-thick claim too!"
"You're insane. At least snap pics."
The girl idols' peals of laughter echoed through the practice room.
In the end, Jin—the most gung-ho of the bunch—scored the meet-up with Mi-so's oppa.
"If you're here early, you should be warming up—what's all this racket?"
A woman's sharp scolding cut through the chaos.
It was their choreography teacher.
"Hello, Teacher!"
"We were talking love stories!"
"When are you getting married, Teacher?"
"Pipe down, you brats! Warm-up stretches, now!"
And with that, the idols' day kicked off.
"Mi-so! On your next free day, I'm really coming! No backing out this time!"
"I got you."
Sun-hu had no clue a meeting had been set up out of the blue like this.