Chapter 60: A Cozy Home (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 60: A Cozy Home (3)
Since summer vacation began, Jeong So-yul had fallen into a habit of staying up until the early hours of the morning and waking up late.
She knew it was a bad habit, but when a student who usually lived by a strict schedule was granted a honey-sweet vacation, it was only natural to become a bit of a slacker.
Yesterday—or rather, until dawn—So-yul had been watching videos online before falling asleep. Today, she woke up late again. She was about to head out of her room when she remembered her brother was home and froze.
He was one of the people she hated most in the world.
When they were young, she had liked her kind, caring brother, but everything changed once he entered high school.
He skipped school, breaking their mother’s heart, and spent all day holed up in his room.
In particular, the way he looked at her as if she were some kind of monster had been a huge shock to the young So-yul.
Every time she caught that look of loathing, her heart ached. Gradually, her worry for him was replaced by resentment.
If there was a problem, he should have talked to her so they could do something about it, but no matter how much she asked, he remained silent. It was infuriating.
After her school years passed, he finally managed to step out into the world with the help of her friend, Yoon A-young.
Actually, calling it a success was a stretch.
Her brother had simply run away, leaving without a single word of discussion with the family.
So-yul still remembered the eyes filled with fear that he had turned on her. She felt that he had left because he hated her and their mother.
He hadn't contacted them for nearly a year.
She didn't know how he was living or if he was even functioning as a human being, but she didn't care. She had already decided he wasn't family anymore; he was a stranger.
Then, some time later, she was shocked to find Jeong Yeon-woo’s name in a news article for the first time.
Why a supervisor and not a hero?
He had clearly left saying he was going to be a hero with Yoon A-young, but the articles listed him under a strange title.
Their mother, Jeong Yeon-a, seemed to already know the situation through Yoon A-young. She didn't question why he wasn't a hero and was just happy that her son’s photos turned out well.
Seeing her mother so happy over a child who had abandoned the house made So-yul feel stifled.
As more time passed, the internet began to buzz about him as a hero.
They said he was breaking world records and clearing dungeon levels one after another.
A prospect like this had never appeared before, so the articles were making a huge fuss, calling him the "Treasure of Korea" and whatnot.
The photos of her brother online left a completely different impression than the one she remembered.
The weak, shifty eyes; the hunched back that made you want to kick him; the shoulders pulled tight in fear.
That was the impression of the brother she remembered, but the brother in the photos was entirely different, looking like a professional model.
He had always been handsome since he took after their father, but seeing him smile with a gun pressed to his forehead made him look incredibly cool, even to the So-yul who hated him.
As he became famous, many of her friends started asking about Jeong Yeon-woo.
However, there was very little she could tell them.
He had changed so much that she realized she knew nothing about him, which only irritated her further.
And then, yesterday.
So-yul, lounging around as usual, tilted her head at the sound of the door lock opening and went to the front door to see her mother.
"Mom? Why are you home so ear—"
It was Jeong Yeon-woo.
No, it was her brother.
Even though he was her brother, the man who had returned home had a completely different aura, one more familiar from the internet photos.
Is that really my brother?
So-yul, who had considered him no longer family the moment he left, felt like this transformed version of him was a total stranger.
His hair, which used to be grown out messily and filthily, was now neat and formal. With his hair shorter, his face was revealed to be more handsome than any idol's.
With his sturdy build and clothes that looked effortlessly stylish, he looked like a celebrity caught in a moment of his private life.
Thump-thump—
Her heart suddenly raced, startling her, and So-yul bolted back to her room.
She heard her brother calling her from behind, but she couldn't let him see her face right now.
What was this sudden emotion?
She leaned against the closed door, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
A little while later, he must have gone to see their mother because he left for a bit and then came back to start cooking in the kitchen.
Cooking...?
She had never seen her brother cook.
Jeong Yeon-woo, who had zero "manly" domestic skills, couldn't even get the water ratio right for ramen, usually serving up a bland mess.
And yet, he was cooking?
Worried that he was just overdoing it because he was excited to be home after a long time, she peeked out. From behind, he looked incredibly skilled as he worked.
He wasn't wearing an apron, but the way his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his wrists was... sexy.
"So-yul, can you help me? I bought eggs, so just crack about four of them and whisk them..."
When he spoke without even turning around, So-yul jumped in surprise and fled back to her room again.
Why did his calm, melodic voice sound so lewd?
Even as she reminded herself that he was her brother, she couldn't suppress the feeling of excitement.
Fortunately, her mother arrived shortly after, which helped her calm down, but sitting across from him at the dining table was difficult.
At school, she was always confident when talking to boys and showed off her feminine charms, so she couldn't understand why she became so timid in front of her brother.
The dining table, which usually held delivery food, was now overflowing with a colorful array of dishes.
So-yul took pride in being a decent cook for a girl, but she couldn't even compare to her brother’s food.
Everything she tasted was the best thing she had ever eaten.
The variety was wide, too—there was a Japanese hot pot as the main dish, and some French meat dish.
Of course, she hadn't asked; she just overheard her mother, Jeong Yeon-a, praising the food and asking for the names.
Watching Jeong Yeon-woo humbly say it was nothing special since it was just home cooking, So-yul ate while hiding her face behind her plate.
With every bite, she felt her stomach grow warm and a strange sensation fill her. She couldn't let her brother see her expression.
"Haa... haa... This is weird..."
As soon as the meal was over, So-yul fled back to her room, letting out an excited moan as she massaged her chest.
Then, feeling ashamed that she was getting turned on by a family member, she buried her face in her pillow.
Getting excited by looking at her brother—wasn't that some kind of sex fantasy?
Having sex with family members like brothers or younger brothers was a common trope in porn or erotica.
But for her, who hated her real-life brother, it had never been a turn-on.
In fact, if she came across that kind of material while surfing the web for "side dishes," her arousal would instantly vanish.
So-yul lay face down with her flushed face buried in the pillow, motionless, before slowly moving her hand toward her crotch.
Her thin, white fingers crawled into her dolphin pants, gently teasing the plump cleft through the fabric.
"Aaaagh!"
So-yul sat up as if having a fit, punching her pillow repeatedly and shaking her head, telling herself she wasn't crazy.
"Let's play a game. A game."
Needing to distract herself somehow, So-yul sat at her computer and focused on the game she had been playing recently.
By forcing herself to concentrate, her excitement gradually subsided as time passed.
Just as she was feeling relieved, a character in the game looked at her brother and said:
"I'll protect you, Brother. Just trust me."
Seeing the character hug the brother as if they were lovers, So-yul’s hand instantly hit ALT+F4.
Her reflexes were faster than when she had almost been caught masturbating by her mother.
Staring blankly at the empty desktop, So-yul stepped out of her room to get some water to cool her head.
"Formation C2 was originally a tactic designed for six people. We used a modified version temporarily back then, but it's not efficient with only three. So for now, instead of C2, C1 is..."
Outside, Jeong Yeon-woo was looking at a tablet and explaining something.
He seemed to be having a meeting with his party members.
Since the door was open, she could see him clearly. So-yul stared blankly at him as he explained with his arms crossed, looking focused.
She realized for the first time that a professional man could be this sexy.
"Ah, hold on a second."
After explaining things she couldn't understand for a while, he took off his headset and approached So-yul.
Thump-thump—
With every step he took toward her, the sound of her heart grew louder.
She was thinking that if her brother hugged her right now, she wouldn't be able to resist, when Jeong Yeon-woo gave a soft smile and apologized.
"Sorry, was I too loud? I'll close the door."
As the door shut, Jeong Yeon-woo’s kind, smiling face disappeared.
So-yul stared blankly at the firmly closed door before returning to her room, completely forgetting that she had come out for water.
She scoured porn sites at a frantic pace, finding a video with a man who looked most similar to her brother and hitting play.
Compared to her brother, his looks were a bit of a downgrade, but his cock was sturdy and erect, standing almost perfectly straight.
Thinking of Jeong Yeon-woo, she pulled down her pants and rubbed her fingers against her exposed entrance.
Gently teasing her clitoris, which was already swollen and protruding, she rubbed her breasts over her shirt before sliding her hand inside for more stimulation.
Imagining the thick wrists he had shown while cooking, So-yul squeezed her breasts roughly.
"Mmm..."
Her nipples, already peaked from excitement, felt good as they rubbed against her clothes.
It was the moment she realized why the sibling trope was used so often.
The son I met after a long time had become a man.
They say children grow up in the blink of an eye, but my son had become unrecognizably beautiful, showing me his toned body and a shy smile.
It felt like only yesterday he was throwing a tantrum because he didn't want to bathe with his mother, but now we really couldn't bathe together anymore.
I was looking forward to the meal my son, who had become such a charming man, said he would cook.
It was sweet of him to want to show off the cooking skills he must have practiced while living on his own.
"Let's call it a day and head out."
"Oh, Boss. Are you leaving early because your son is home?"
"You bet. My boy said he’d cook for me."
"Wow—a meal by the hero Jeong Yeon-woo? I'm jealous. Can't I get a bite at your place tonight, Boss?"
"No way, kid. He's all mine."
I chuckled and kicked the joking employee’s butt.
It was the first meal my son was making for me; I wasn't going to share.
He was all mine.
My son, who I had worried about so much because of the bad things that happened during his school years, had now become a proper man.
I hummed happily as I entered the house, the delicious aroma tickling the tip of my nose.
Heading toward the kitchen, I saw my son’s back as he cooked.
... ...
Was it because it had been so long since I'd seen a man standing in the kitchen? It reminded me of my husband, and an inexplicable emotion welled up.
I picked up a side dish my son had made and tasted it; it was surprisingly delicious.
"Wow—this is amazing."
"Don't eat with dirty hands. Go wash up."
"Yes, sir. It feels like I have a husband now."
Seeing my son scold me, my true feelings slipped out.
Calling my son a husband—beyond being foolish, it was a comment unworthy of a mother.
I cleared my head while showering and returned to the kitchen to have a cold beer, the final happiness of my daily routine. It was fantastic.
As I felt the cool liquid slide down my throat, I looked down and felt my son’s gaze.
"Oh? What? Have you finally realized the charm of alcohol? Want a sip?"
When I held out the beer can, my son drank it without a word.
His face was pretty, but as his Adam's apple—the mark of a man—bobbed up and down, a tingling sensation suddenly hit my crotch.
No, I shouldn't feel this way.
Flustered, I blurted out whatever came to mind and returned to the table.
Calming my strange heart, the family gathered to eat.
My son’s food was delicious, but more than anything, my heart felt full knowing the whole family was together.
My daughter, who was in her puberty phase, went back to her room as soon as the meal was over, and we continued to drink with some simple snacks.
My fully grown son was a great conversationalist and knew how to liven up the atmosphere of a drinking session.
He’s really become an adult.
Every time he took a stylish sip of beer, I found myself staring at his thick Adam's apple.
His broad shoulders, his thick Adam's apple, and even his deep eyes that seemed to be seducing me, though he surely didn't mean to.
To think such things about my son... it seemed my sex drive was exploding because I hadn't done it once since my husband died.
To erase these strange feelings, I kept drinking until I was quite drunk.
"I'll take you to your bed."
Along with a sexy voice, my son grabbed my body and let me lean against his chest.
The sweet scent of a male.
I flinched as my pussy tightened, and my heart raced.
I needed to pull away quickly, yet I wanted him to keep holding me tightly.
While these conflicting thoughts muddled my mind, my son laid me down on the bed.
As he pulled away, a deep sense of regret washed over me.
He looked down at me for a moment, covered me with the blanket, and then went outside.
I was drunk and didn't want to think strange thoughts, so I tried to get some sleep.
.... ....
I was clearly tired, but sleep wouldn't come at all.
The scent of a man’s skin, which I hadn't felt in so long, wouldn't leave my mind.
My breasts, which had brushed against his hard, trained body, had been tingling for a while now.
Without realizing it, I placed my hand on my breast, and the memory of that touch brought a wave of pleasure starting from my nipples.
My throbbing pussy was already soaking wet, drenching my panties.
Thinking it might even stain the blanket at this rate, I reached down, pulled off my panties, and wiped my pussy.
"Haaah..."
Just a brief touch at the entrance made a moan escape my lips.
What was this? I was never this sensitive...
In fact, I used to have a low sex drive, but now I was feeling everything with just a slight touch, like an animal in heat.
My panting pussy was searching for something, and I let it take my finger.
"Hng...!"
As my pussy sucked and tried to swallow my finger, an uncontrollable pleasure surged through me.
I shouldn't be doing this...
Even as I told myself I shouldn't, the finger stirring inside showed no intention of stopping.
"Haa... Son... no.... Mmm..."