027. Was It Like This in Your Dream?
Held in my embrace, Yeonju's lips twitched slightly.
Her face, which had been flushed from alcohol just moments ago, was now burning bright red all the way to her ears, completely unrelated to any drunkenness.
"Hey..., Lee Yeonwoo. Are you drunk...?"
"Yeah."
"Don't just say 'yeah'... Ah, let go of me. It's creepy."
"Why."
"What do you mean why? Why the fuck are you hugging me all of a sudden...?"
The more she squirmed to pry my hand off her waist, the tighter I wrapped my arm around her waist instead.
Through the thin sleeveless top, my sister's body heat was transmitted vividly.
...Because I already knew just how warm and soft it was.
It made it even more impossible to give up.
"Are you seriously crazy...?"
"...I wondered what in the world was going on when you were whimpering in your sleep."
"No, oppa. Wait. What are you—"
"Last time you teased the shit out of me saying I jerked off, ...and you were having that kind of dream yourself?"
To fluster my sister even more, I brought my lips right against her ear and whispered as slyly as possible.
Her wriggling inside my embrace came to an abrupt halt.
"...W-What does it matter to oppa what kind of dream I have? Wh-When did I ever...?"
"I could hear all the sounds. ...Besides, you said it out of your own mouth. That I showed up in your dream the other day."
"...."
Getting goosebumps at my lie that wasn't quite a lie, Yeonju hunched her shoulders and tried desperately to slip out of my arms.
But the space was cramped, and alcohol was in her system.
To break out with pure strength..., Lee Yeonju was a far more delicate woman than one might imagine.
"...Lee Yeonwoo, are you drunk?"
In the end, having given up on escaping, Yeonju merely turned her head and glared daggers at me.
...At the point where that didn't look venomous but actually looked cute, I realized just how broken I had become.
I've gone mad.
Though I must be acting like this precisely because I've gone mad.
"Of course I'm doing this because I'm drunk."
"Is that an excuse?"
"...I'm acting like this because I'm drunk, but why are you acting like that?"
"What am I doing...?"
"You keep smiling and acting so affectionate. All the time. ...Even though you're not drunk."
"...So what about it."
"You know it too. You were never affectionate toward me originally."
But I wasn't the only crazy one.
At least for me..., I only became like this because I'm caught in the bizarre curse called regression.
...You just allowed me to have you.
Now that I've found that out, how am I supposed to just stay still?
"P-People can change a bit as they get older, can't they?"
"If you were going to, you should've done it back in high school. Why start doing this only now?"
"Why bring up high school out of nowhere?"
"You were so damn cold to me back then."
"That was the same for you too, oppa! No, more importantly, just how drunk are you really, oppa?"
"...Drunk enough to do this."
I applied a bit more force to the hand wrapped around her waist.
As our bodies pressed closer together, I could feel my sister's expression gradually shifting from disdain to astonishment.
"...."
Of course, it wasn't like I had no alcohol in my system.
Still, I wasn't drunk enough not to know what I was saying or doing right now.
...Yet, it was more convenient if she thought I was drunk.
That way, the guilt would be lesser.
"Yeonju, aren't you drunk too?"
"I'm..., not that drunk."
"Then if you drink until you're drunk, will you be honest?"
"Honest about what, exactly...?"
...What kind of feelings you harbor toward me.
What I did to you in your dream.
Why you keep giving me an opening even while remembering that.
"Who knows."
There were plenty of things worth asking.
...Yet there was no need to get an answer.
Because I already knew.
After pondering for a moment, I released the arm wrapped around her waist.
The moment Yeonju, thinking she was free, tried to pull her body back, I reached out my hand this time and grabbed her chin.
"Hey..., you...."
I forced her head to turn and face me.
Her pupils darted frantically left and right.
Looking into my eyes,
Her gaze dropping down toward my lips,
Then scanning the surroundings again, trying to flee anywhere so long as our gazes wouldn't meet.
"...."
Watching my sister like that, I didn't say a single word in reply.
Holding her chin, I simply stared into her eyes in silence.
...Re-enacting the scene from the dream that you remember.
Just quietly.
"...Oppa."
Unlike her usual nonchalant voice, the end of it trembled faintly.
"Are you seriously doing this?"
"......"
"Did you get drunk and go into heat, seriously...?"
"...Who knows."
"I'm... your younger sister, you know...? Lee Yeonwoo's little sister...."
Even so, when I kept looking at her without averting my eyes, Yeonju leaned her body farther and farther back.
The distance, once separated by the breadth of a chair, slowly closed.
"...Did I do this in your dream?"
"...."
Before long, I had drawn close enough for our foreheads to touch and whispered.
To that simple yet heart-piercing question, my sister couldn't offer any reply.
Instead, her trembling gaze met mine, her breath simply hitching.
...Doing this, honestly, I think it's embarrassing as hell and greasy too, but.
There's no helping it.
When I know you'll accept it,
And when I've already tasted what it's like.
Telling me to hold back is practically torture.
"...Actually, you show up in my dreams sometimes too. Guess we're even."
"...What?"
"You were really cute in the dream. ...Just like right now."
"What the fuck are you talking about right now...?"
As she heard whispers she couldn't have imagined even in a dream, Yeonju dyed her ears red while struggling to escape this situation.
She tried every which way to pull her body away and arch her back, but with her chin held, there was a limit.
After rolling her eyes a few times like that, Yeonju finally gave up on running away, and.
"Lee Yeonju."
"...."
...Tightly shut her eyes.
Whether it was surrender, or resignation.
Or,
If she was expecting me to do what I did last time, I didn't know.
Her shoulders were tense with strain, and her closed lips trembled slightly.
"......?"
...However, instead of making her imagination come true, I pulled my face back right before we touched.
Then, as those tightly shut eyes opened blearily, my sister's bewildered expression looked so hilarious.
...I let out a smirk at the sheer absurdity.
Hey, normally when your real brother gets drunk and acts like this, slapping him across the face is the normal reaction.
Why are you accepting it?
...Turning a guy on like this.
"Why are you so surprised?"
"...."
I released my hand holding her chin and picked up the glass on the dining table as if nothing had happened.
After swallowing a sip of the remaining highball and wiping my mouth, Yeonju, who had been staring at me blankly, finally grasped the situation and gaped dumbly.
"Did you really think I'd do it?"
"......You."
"Of course it was a joke. Why take it so seriously—"
"You fucking bastard...!"
Jjak!
...She smacked my back hard with an emotion-packed palm.
"Ack! Hey, fuck. That hurts like hell!"
"You need to get beaten more, seriously. Lee Yeonwoo, you son of a bitch.... Haa, there's a limit to teasing people...!"
"Hey, hey, you really hit bone, it fucking hurts, sorry, sorry...."
"Shut up, you son of a bitch...! I-I'm seriously going to tell omma...!"
"I said I'm sorry...."
Seeing her raise her hand again, I hurriedly rose from my seat.
...Truthfully, my back was stinging a bit, but it didn't hurt enough to make such a fuss over.
Even so, I deliberately let out groaning sounds and pulled off my T-shirt, tossing it aside.
"What are you doing now, you crazy bastard...!"
"Hey, hey, I'm telling you it really hurts. Look. There's probably a mark left."
"You brought it on yourself. Don't make excuses and—"
"Ah, I'm serious. It really stings."
And when I thrust my back toward her, only turning my head to urge her, Yeonju looked flabbergasted and went to hit me one more time, but seeing my back, she let out a deep sigh.
"...Haa. Fuck. You really pull all kinds of bullshit. Lee Yeonwoo...."
"Is it red?"
"...A little."
"Touch it. Feels like it's swollen like crazy."
"It's not that bad, seriously.... Such a fucking drama queen...."
"Still. Stroke it a bit. It really stings, you know?"
"...Haa."
After muttering curses for a while, Yeonju eventually got up from her seat.
I felt the presence approaching behind my back, and after a moment, a cool palm gently rubbed over my burning skin.
"Happy now?"
"A little more."
"What more? There's barely any mark left."
Even while grumbling, her hand didn't immediately pull away.
As I quietly felt her touch smoothing down my back a couple more times.
The moment my sister's hand pulled away,
...I turned my body around just like that.
"...Huh?"
Suddenly brought face-to-face, Yeonju let out a dazed sound.
As I took a step closer, she took a step back.
When I stepped forward again, she stepped back once more.
After repeating that for about two steps, her back touched the wall.
"...Wh-What are you trying to do? Lee Yeonwoo."
"Why."
I grabbed both shoulders of Yeonju, who had nowhere left to run.
Her face looking up at me, unable to push me away playfully or spit out curses like earlier.
"What are you doing, seriously...?"
"Just doing this. ...Because I'm drunk."
Cheeks flushed with drunkenness.
Pupils moving restlessly without finding a focus.
Even her slightly parted lips, not knowing what to say.
...Really.
Why did she become this cute?
Why.
Does she look so erotic?
"...Back in high school, I thought you gave off a very... beautiful? Sorrowful...? Kind of vibe, but."
"......What?"
"Why have you gotten this cute after getting older?"
"What..., kind of bullshit is that, all of a sudden now...?"
If I didn't know you would accept it, never.
When I brought up words that couldn't be said to anyone, let alone a younger sister.
Even to this ridiculous line, you timidly grumbled before shutting your mouth.
"...."
As I gently cupped Yeonju's cheek, this time too, her eyelids slowly drifted down.
It wasn't tightly shut like earlier.
With her eyes half-open,
She was simply trying to accept it even while knowing what I was about to do.
"...Yeonju-ya."
"...."
"Did I do this in your dream?"
Because we already experienced it.
In the dream, in the erased memories.
Because we shared it so intensely.
...Even though I knew there was no way you would push me away.
My heart ached a little.
In case your feelings had changed.
"...Don't ask."
But this alone hadn't changed.
Even if whether I made or lost money varied from time to time,
The very fact that you would accept me didn't change at all this time either.
...To change.
It might be because both you and I were far too lonely, though.
"...."
Stroking the cheek of my sister who had fallen silent, I slowly brought my lips to hers.
To relish that soft, tender sensation that made me never want to pull away until I was breathless the moment we touched.
...Even though I had already tasted it in the previous regression,
To taste the kiss that, to the current Lee Yeonju, was her first.
"Nngh...."
Our lips touched.
The only one who knew the fact that this was both our first kiss and not our first kiss was me alone.
As expected, this time too,
You neither ran away nor pushed me back.
You merely leaned your back against the wall, quietly holding your breath inside my palm.
Only after a long while did both of your hands, which had been lost in midair, cautiously grab near my elbows.
With a strength so weak it was impossible to tell whether you were trying to push me away or hold onto me.
Strangely, that feeble force felt like a strong permission.
...Even if it might just be that I wanted to believe so.
"...Chuu..., mmph...."
An inexplicable sense of conquest slowly welled up from deep within my chest.
...A sensation different from last time.
Should I call it the feeling of clearing a game you've already played once?
The pleasure of having deceived her while knowing her inner thoughts intertwined with guilt,
Engulfed in utterly incomprehensible emotions and textures, I ravenously devoured my sister's lips.
"...Pha...."
...How far should I go today?
I don't want to regress just yet, though.
If I go back now, the 2 billion won I made in this cycle,
The seaweed soup I ate this morning,
And Yeonju who closed her eyes before me, all of it will vanish.
So until tomorrow.
I decided to only go as far as the line I had already crossed.
In order to leave this day,
Intact just as it was.