012. Conscience (1)
012. Conscience (1)
The person in front of me isn't Lee Yeonju.
She's not my younger sister.
She's not the family I've seen face-to-face since childhood.
She's just... a woman I paid for.
I decided to think of her that way.
...That's easier on the mind, you know.
"......"
With anger boiling over my head, I laid Yeonju down on the bed.
I hugged her from behind so she couldn't run away.
Not knowing what to actually do, I just closed my eyes, and my head gradually started to cool down.
...I guess changing your mindset isn't as easy as flipping a switch.
Even in the dark, her silhouette is plenty visible, so Lee Yeonju's face from her high school days keeps seumeol-seumeol surfacing in my mind.
That face that looked especially... prickly back when she was young.
Now she's a younger sister who knows her place and her limits, but back then, her narcissism was really something.
Holding Lee Yeonju, who's become so much more docile compared to her piano-playing days... from my cooling head, dark emotions began to seulgeum-seulgeum swell up.
...What would she think if she saw her current state back then?
Even though she never openly disrespected her own oppa, the girl who inwardly treated me like a pathetic human—how would she feel seeing her own pathetic self, unable to achieve her dreams, with no money, and doing this to me?
Her expression would probably be pretty funny.
"......Haa."
...At the very least, it'd be a lot more rotten than the expression she's making right now.
Once the anger, the fury, the shitty feelings, and the excitement had all cooled down to some extent, I looked back at the situation and one by one, objective specs came to mind.
If I treated what I'm hugging now not as my younger sister but just some random woman, what kind of woman would Lee Yeonju be?
Age: born in '01.
26 years old.
Height: 159cm.
I don't know her exact weight, but probably somewhere between early to mid 50kg.
She's got a little flab... and absolutely no muscle. Because her chest is big.
Her face... honestly, even barefaced, at that level she's really pretty.
If even I, her own oppa, think "She's still pretty," then in others' eyes, she'd be even more so.
And on top of that, her voice is nice.
Maybe that's why her job is a VTuber.
...Whether that's a pro or a con is debatable, but anyway, it means she's got the charm to lure people in without ever showing her face.
And as for her body...
"......"
I pulled Yeonju, who was trapped in my arms, just a tiny bit closer.
She's put a little weight on her belly sure.
Not a toned body, and as expected of a girl who's always cooped up at home, her figure is soft all over.
Still, it wasn't particularly off-putting to look at.
Her skin's on the pale and nice side too.
Her chest... honestly, it's just my instincts unconsciously blocking its very existence, but it's fucking huge.
If I randomly dug through an online community and stumbled upon a gif of her from a partial cam or something, I'd probably save it without thinking and occasionally use it for warm-up material.
...Of course, if I found out the truth later, I'd be disgusted.
But what's the point of being disgusted now?
After I've already committed countless disgusting acts.
"...Ha."
...The more I think about it, the more a hollow laugh escapes me.
I feel like I finally get how this bitch built up her fans and extorted donations like that.
A woman with a nice voice, a homebody, an otaku, good at piano, and on top of that, big tits.
As far as I know, she's never even dated a guy.
...She's definitely optimized for squeezing money out of people.
If I wasn't careful, I might have gotten bitten too.
"Hey, lift your waist."
"What...?"
"My arm's going numb, I said lift it a little."
"......"
A rotten bitch like this definitely needed to be straightened out.
She's the kind of bitch who'd even try to seduce her own oppa to turn him into a pushover—if I leave her alone, it wouldn't be strange if she attracted an even worse creep than the stalker she's got now.
So... this isn't me doing this to satisfy my desires.
I'll discipline her firmly today,
and then when I go back to the day before tomorrow, it's to give her a stern warning as her oppa so she never has these kinds of thoughts again.
It's all going to disappear anyway.
Since the memories apparently linger vaguely, if I dismiss it as a dream, then once I return, Lee Yeonju on the 17th will be at least a little ashamed of herself.
...What a perfect solution this is.
"...Ah."
To satisfy the regression condition, and to educate my sister.
Not missing the moment Yeonju slightly lifted her waist, I pushed my arm further in and slipped it seu-euk under the hem of her tank top.
Malkang-malkang, I feel the slightly flabby belly fat, and the bodeul-bodeul soft skin grazes past above it.
...And then I felt that slightly moist, folded area.
"......"
Yeonju's body silently heumchit flinched.
That subtle reaction transmitted flawlessly to every knuckle of my fingers.
...Fuck, just moments ago she was running her mouth so nonchalantly.
Now that I've actually done something, she's showing signs of fluster, which is honestly more bewildering on my end.
"Why are you chickening out now? ...Scared?"
"...Since when were you ever, you retard..."
When I sneered because it was so ridiculous, Yeonju retorted disrespectfully in banmal and gulped.
...Crazy bitch, all that bluff. You're scared shitless.
Enjoying the sight of her trembling now, an unknown ecstasy shot to the top of my head.
Just a moment ago, it felt like your world, didn't it?
It was fun playing with your otaku virgin bastard of an oppa, huh?
"Ha, fuck... Come to think of it, you might be right."
"...About what."
"I think I've been way too hung up on money my whole life. ...You've already earned enough to make your eyes spin."
"......"
Just as my sister said, I'm actually the one holding all the cards, and she's the weak party.
Of course, the idea that I have tens of billions is purely Lee Yeonju's delusion... but if you really think about it, it's not that far off.
Tens of billions? With an ability that lets you regress reliably, even hundreds of billions of dollars are possible.
But even with that kind of ability, spending every day on edge and getting pushed around by my sister is just absurd.
Why did I even bother with stuff like feeding her alcohol and consoling her?
I could've just gone ahead and done it.
I could've just ordered her: I'll give you 50 million or 100 million, so just do as I say for one night, right?
...Since it'll all be nothing once we go back anyway.
"Stay still. ...Like you said, you're never gonna meet anyone in your life who treats you better than me."
"......"
"...Anyway, neither of us can blab to anyone. You or me. We can't betray each other."
...If you have money, it's right to enjoy it.
If you've got that level of ability, you deserve a reward to match.
I don't even need to think it's disgusting in the first place.
If anyone had tens or hundreds of billions on the line, they'd laugh and enjoy this kind of shit.
Why should I feel guilty?
It's not like I'm committing a crime.
If I really think about it, using future knowledge to rip off people up and down and devour their money is way more vicious, isn't it?
What's groping my sister's tits... fuck, how evil is that really?
"...Like you said, your oppa's an otaku virgin bastard who's also a coward, so he can't even buy a woman—legal or not—and can't date, so you just soothe him."
"......"
"You said... this is less disgusting than being stalked, right? ...So stay still. I won't do anything crazy."
...So let's think of this time as practice.
Let's just play around a bit with the younger sist... no. The 'woman' in front of me.
Since the Lee Yeonju of the 17th won't remember anything anyway.
"...If you were gonna do this, why'd you pretend you weren't."
"You begged for it, so don't push it on me now."
"Fuck, to the very end, really..."
...Even if something vaguely remains, she'll just write it off as a dream.
What I do, and what you do, is the kind of shit that only happens in dreams.
"...Haa."
I lifted the hand that was brushing her underboob and gently supported her heavy breasts.
...If these weren't Lee Yeonju's, it's the kind of ridiculous sensation that would give me a full-on boner just from touching.
Honestly, it's absurd.
I feel like I finally understand... why those bastards swarmed in the moment she turned on a partial cam.
They wanted to touch them too.
Even without knowing what her face looks like, I think it's fucking normal not to be able to resist at this level.
Even I... if Lee Yeonju weren't my real sister, I'd be willing to drop about 50 million on her.
"...Hey, fuck. Why are you biting my ear, Lee Yeonwoo..."
"It's my way."
As I savored my younger sister who didn't push me away at all despite me doing this so blatantly, I was gradually dominated by the feeling of ecstasy rather than excitement.
...So this is how enjoyable it is to toy with another person as you please.
I'm not doing this because my sister turns me on.
It's funny that my sister, who was acting so infuriating just moments ago, has become this servile.
Of course... I know I wouldn't even be having these thoughts if she weren't pretty.
"Argh, come on. It hurts..."
"...Then is this okay?"
"I didn't mean for you to lick it..."
Even as I openly chewed on her blazingly red ear, pulled it with my lips, and licked it, Lee Yeonju, who had been acting so arrogant, didn't say a word to stop me.
She didn't grab my arm.
She didn't try to twist her body and escape.
She just scolded me with her mouth, telling me to cut it out.
...That attitude actually erased the last bit of revulsion I still had inside me.
Morality.
Conscience.
A sense of ethics.
I can just observe those when I go back to yesterday.
In the first place, if I'm sitting around stuck on those things, I can't even go back.
"...But you."
"...What."
"Why do you go around dressed like that? ...And why aren't you wearing a bra?"
Yeonju replied with a slightly annoyed voice.
"...Mind your own business."
"It's not 'someone else'; you're living off me, so why do you dress like that?"
"Jeez, it's not like I'm walking around naked, so why are you bitching..."
"That's not the point."
"......"
"Your own oppa literally buried his nose in your chest and sniffed just last night, so why did you walk around today wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top?"
Yeonju's mouth closed for a moment.
Not because she couldn't find the right answer.
Like someone who didn't want to answer.
"...Were you planning this from the start?"
"...What?"
"Seduce your own oppa and turn him into a pushover. Was that why you deliberately walked around like that, to grab a hold on him and extort allowance or whatever? ...Did you dress like that to seduce me?"
"Stop talking bullshit, you crazy bastard..."
"You were squeezing ten or twenty million won out of fans, and when you saw your own oppa playing with tens of billions, your eyes spun, is that it? ...You've been reeling in otakus, so you thought you could reel me in too, right?"
The more words I poured out, the more Yeonju's body stiffened.
But she didn't push me away to the very end.
Whether I hit a nerve, or she unconsciously aimed for it, I have no way of knowing.
"...Weren't you the one planning to do this from the start, oppa?"
"Me?"
"You got me drunk. You hugged me as you pleased. You're the one who buried your nose in someone else's chest and rubbed against it."
"...So what."
"The moment I gave you a sliver of an opening, you immediately pounced like that—that's you, oppa."
The very angry Lee Yeonju turned her face toward the pillow and sharply fired back, word by crisp word.
"You're the one... who got horny for me and came at me like a dog in heat. ...You don't even want to feel guilty? Even when I say I'll do it, you're still bitching, fuck..."
...Of course, even while saying that.
She still didn't refuse.
That pissed me off.
Acting like she's done absolutely nothing wrong to the very end.
But at the same time.
That attitude—cheeky but ultimately obedient—felt cute.
...She only talks like that, but her actions don't change at all.
If I just put my mind to it, I can control her.
I didn't bother denying the ecstasy that fact gave me.
...How long can she hold out like this?
"......"
I moved my hand a little higher.
From her underboob, until I could feel her areolae.
I openly cupped her breasts gently with both hands, and feeling that malkang-malkang softness, I squeezed them with a tight kkwak, not caring whether it hurt.
...Ah, fuck.
I know I shouldn't be thinking this.
Maybe because I'm a virgin bastard, or maybe because it's the sensation I've only ever imagined.
Honestly...
I'm slowly getting turned on.
Different from before.
"...Ha."
Now that my fingers brushed her areolae, Yeonju covered her face with one hand.
With her other hand, she clenched the edge of the pillow tightly, half-burying her face in it.
Even in the dark room, I could see that her ears were blazing red.
Even so.
She kept her mouth clamped shut.
She didn't say a word to the bitter end.
"......"
I silently watched that reaction from behind.
Whether she's doing that because she's embarrassed,
because she's angry,
whether she's really just enduring it for the money,
...or maybe for some other reason.
I was so damn curious what kind of expression Lee Yeonju was making.
So I grabbed my sister's shoulder and yanked her body toward me.
"Ah, fuck. Do you really have to go this far...!"
"......"
"...Don't look. Son of a bitch..."
Staring at my younger sister's body, now finally trying to push me away while sloppily hiding her face.
By now, I was undeniably in heat.
...No wonder, fuck.
Even when I circled my index finger to find it, I couldn't feel her nipples.
Crazy bitch.
...If you were gonna be this embarrassed, why the hell did you run your mouth like that?