Chapter 63
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: The Queen's Return
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『US Women's Open Victory! Jin So-young brings the championship trophy back to South Korea for the first time in two years at the US Women's Open Championship, one of the LPGA's five majors.』
『Even Eva Pereira, the American player she was competing against for the win, is congratulating her.』
『What a beautiful sight.』
"Whoa."
The smartphone screen showed an American female pro golfer dumping a full bottle of champagne over my sister's head.
Sis hates stuff like that. If I tried it, I'd be a dead man that day.
But my sister was kicking at the American player with a grin on her face as the champagne poured down.
Different nationalities, but with two beauties going at it like that, it made for a great picture anyway.
Just like the caster said—a sight for sore eyes.
My sister really was a sensible person. At least when it wasn't me.
I was in the airport parking lot right now.
To welcome home the great pro golfer Jin So-young, fresh off her LPGA triumph and returning in glory.
Today, I'd been chosen as her chauffeur.
This was inside her car in the parking lot.
Golf matches take forever, and North American ones air at dawn, so live broadcasts are tough to catch.
So while I waited, I was checking out highlights of her tournament.
"But seriously, sis is incredible. How many wins is this for the year?"
At this rate, she'd snag the prize money queen title this year and shatter all-time records too.
What the hell did she eat to get like this? She was always amazing, but this year she was on another level. Amazing enough to be kinda scary.
Am I really related to a sister like that?
We had sex and everything.
Maybe it was all a dream after all.
It felt way too unreal to sink in.
She'd jetted off to the US not long after we hooked up.
I'd worried it might mess up her game as some kinda aftermath.
They say the first time hurts for days.
But nope—sis won like she was rubbing it in my face.
She really wasn't someone a loser like me could measure up to.
Compared to a sister like that, what was I...? Haah...
I knew I shouldn't compare, but I couldn't help it.
People passing by kept glancing at the car I was in.
Sis's ride was a red Ferrari.
Not a model you see much in Korea. Probably fewer than ten around.
Impossible not to turn heads.
Even with the heavy tint hiding the inside, I shrank back self-consciously.
Sis said the more confident you act, the less attention you draw, but I couldn't pull that off.
If I'd earned the money and bought it myself, I could've sat tall.
But my car, her car—both bought with her hard-earned cash in the end.
No way I could strut like I owned it.
Even a fox borrowing a tiger's roar has its limits.
Back in elementary school, when she asked what car I liked, I'd said Lamborghini.
It was like answering "Iron Man" to "What do you wanna be when you grow up?"—pure, innocent kid stuff, no big plans.
But the second I turned legal, she actually bought me a real Lamborghini.
I was so shocked and thrilled I barely slept that night.
But at the same time, embarrassed.
Not the car—the me riding in it.
I wasn't someone amazing enough to deserve a ride like that.
Hell, I was a defective human so socially inept I couldn't even hold down a simple part-time gig.
Could a guy who's never earned a single 100-won bill ride around in something like this?
On money sis busted her ass for?
That's why the Lambo stayed parked, treated like fine china.
Once a week, I'd take it out for a quick spin at dawn when no one was around.
For school or when I needed wheels, I'd drive something low-key domestic.
It was a hole-in-one prize sis got, but better than the Lambo for blending in.
Sis knew I loved cars and kept trying to buy me new ones whenever she could.
I could barely handle the ones we had—didn't need more.
But telling her no didn't work.
She figured I was just being polite and kept dropping insane rides on me left and right.
She couldn't win forever, so she should save while she could.
News about fallen sports stars always made me worry about her.
Not that I was in any position to fret over anyone.
The protagonist has no idea how much his sister makes from sponsors and endorsements beyond the public prize money.
Sigh. Anyway, sis was so incredible it bummed me out.
I might not help her, but at least I shouldn't drag her down.
I resolved to watch my step even more carefully.
"Hey, Jin Sun-hu."
"Sis."
The passenger door opened, and sis climbed in.
It'd been a while since I'd seen her out in public like this.
Huge sunglasses, flashy going-out outfit.
Right now, she wasn't my sis—she was pro golfer Jin So-young.
My heart was kinda racing.
"Congrats on the win, sis."
"Lucky bastard. Your sister's been through hell up on that stage."
"You... you told me to wait here... Oof."
"Oh ho? Talking back? You've grown some, huh?"
Scratch that. Sis was sis.
Down with violence!
"Head to Hotel A. I booked it."
"Hotel? Why a hotel?"
"What's a guy take a girl to a hotel for?"
"...Sis, you're serious?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down my temple.
"Isn't a hotel risky? Staff and guests will all recognize you."
"I told you—act confident, and it fades into the background."
"But still..."
"You're my little brother, I'm your big sis. I just got back from overseas, jet-lagged as hell, crashing at the hotel for a bit. You're my luggage boy and errand runner. Got it?"
No. Still.
Siblings or not, sharing a room seemed off, right?
Wasn't it weird? Normal for most, maybe, but sis wasn't normal. She was Jin So-young.
Bound to draw eyes.
"Sis, no matter how I think about it, bad idea. Let's just go home."
"Jin Sun-hu. Grown that much, have we? Wanna see how big this side's gotten too?"
"Sis, that gramps-level line... Ow."
Sis slipped her hand into my pants and yanked out my dick.
Not like some Three Kingdoms Zhang Fei—she pulled it out smooth as grabbing something from her own pocket.
"Ooh~ What's this? Nice and waxed? Good boy—here's a pat."
"Uh, sis."
"What? Drive already."
"...Yeah."
With my balls held hostage, I had no choice but to obey.
Less than ten minutes since I'd sworn to be more careful.
Yeah, I could never beat sis.
Sis and Mi-so both lacked caution.
They really needed to recognize their status more.
Or was I overthinking it?
How did other celebs even live?
"Jin Sun-hu. If we get caught, we get caught. Just be straight-up: 'No blood relation, but legally siblings so we couldn't go public.' What're they gonna do? You're an adult now, not breaking any laws."
Her super-manly words almost had me swooning.
Still.
"Still."
"Still what? Man up already. Your dick's probably crying."
"Urk."
Sis took it out on my dick.
And yeah, it really was crying.
"Way better without the hair. You went where I told you?"
"Yeah. Your senior's shop."
"Good. No weird shit happen?"
"Weird shit? Like what?"
"Hmph... Whatever."
I'd seen that question coming before even meeting her.
Prepped my lines ahead, so it sailed right by.
Sorry, Mom. Your worthless son's turning into a liar.
"Sis, while I'm driving..."
"What."
"N-nothing."
Loving the feel of my hairless spot, sis kept fiddling with my dick even as I drove.
Like it was hers. It was mine, though.
...Worth the waxing, at least.
Though it meant I drove stiff the whole way.
"Cum in the car and you're dead."
She was careful not to make me blow, so no real worry there.
Just a bit of torture for me.
We ended up at the hotel after all.
Just me and sis.
While she checked in at the front desk, I wandered the lobby.
First time in a place like this since middle school field trip. Never even hit a motel.
The opulent interior made my head spin.
This was where it'd go down? With sis?
Thinking that, my Black Flame Dragon—barely calmed in the car—started raging again.
Chill, Black Flame Dragon. Your turn ain't now.
"Hey, country bumpkin. Hurry up. You're embarrassing me."
Sis smacked my ass as I gawked around.
I snapped to and followed her up to the room floor.
Thump-thump. Pound-pound.
My heart hammered as we walked the hotel hallway.
Here with sis. For that purpose.
No clue what to say to her.
I stole glances at her face.
Sis looked totally unfazed, like always.
SO COOL.
Guess I was the only one overthinking it.
Wish I could stride as confidently as her.
Click.
Finally, into the hotel room with sis.
The door shut.
And sis changed in an instant.
"Guh!?"
She yanked my collar, smashing our lips together.
It was our first kiss.
We'd French-kissed and fucked, but never straight-up kissed.
I'd figured sis hated kissy stuff. Never pushed for it.
But this sudden...
Our milestone first kiss wasn't sweet or romantic.
"Ow ow ow."
It was literally just lips colliding.
The sharp front-tooth pain twisted my face.
"What the hell? Can't even kiss right?"
No, you—
Her words pissed me off.
But arguing wouldn't win against sis.
Instead, I showed her a real kiss.
Pulled her nape, wrapped her waist, softly pressed our lips.
I felt her body stiffen rigid.