Punishment for Doing Wrong
My sister Yeo-eun was a variety game streamer.
She'd introduced her job to me as exactly that — a variety game streamer.
"I do my broadcasts on a platform called Pajijik, you see."
"Mm-hm."
"So, what that means is..."
Of course I knew what personal broadcasting was.
I'd even heard of the site called Pajijik before.
But Yeo-eun seemed to think that because I'd been living in the mountains, I'd have trouble following what she was talking about. She was straining herself to explain a whole cluster of concepts in the simplest possible terms.
If I hadn't carried the memories of my past life, I might indeed have failed to grasp the idea of a personal broadcast, just as she assumed.
"Oh! Variety gaming just means I play all sorts of different things. I do have a main game, but..."
Still, I said nothing and simply listened.
All while gazing down at her kneeling on the floor from where I sat perched on the edge of the bed.
"So that's how I ended up doing a sleep stream. You know, where I put myself sleeping on camera and all that."
"Mm-hm."
"Um... Jungseo? Are you with me so far?"
"I'm with you."
"Okay, good. So that morning, the stream was running too. And then you walked into my room."
A few days ago, Yeo-eun had planted Lego bricks in my shoes.
She was talking about that day.
"You... you smacked my butt... and it all went out live."
"So people are cursing at me?"
"No, that's not it. Um... that part's fine, actually."
Yeo-eun was wearing her usual short shorts and tank top today as well.
Her pale thighs and the tips poking through the fabric were slowly starting to stir something in me.
And this was despite having gone to the Boss's place and quelled that particular appetite already.
I crossed my arms and crossed my legs.
"I'm a small-time streamer, you see. Ah — 'small-time' means my channel's tiny. So I never had many viewers."
Yeo-eun kept explaining, watching my face carefully for a reaction.
Now came the main event.
"But then some crazy bitch clipped it. Posted the clip to the Variety Game Streamer Minor Gallery. Ah... do you know what a gallery is?"
I knew this part too.
That site had been a considerable help when I was gathering information about this world.
"And once it started spreading, it completely got out of hand... Whew... I'm sorry. I should have told you way sooner."
"So you're saying pictures of me are all over the internet?"
"Yeah... there's even a GIF of it."
"Can you show me?"
Yeo-eun handed me her phone.
On the screen played a GIF, cut to show only the moment my palm came down on her rear.
The room was dark, so I couldn't make out my features.
My face was a blur; all that was visible was the general silhouette.
"I'm really sorry. It's all because of me... Haaah."
Yeo-eun hung her head and repeated her apology over and over.
She was berating herself far more harshly than the situation called for.
Unlike her, I felt almost nothing about it.
Now that I'd actually seen the GIF, it seemed there wasn't much to worry about after all.
But I buried that relief and called out to her.
"Yeo-eun."
"Yeah...."
"You did something wrong, didn't you?"
Yeo-eun lifted her head again and looked at my face.
Perhaps because I'd deliberately lowered my voice, her eyes wavered.
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"All you ever do is cause trouble."
"Well, but you barged into my room too!"
"Excuse me?"
She furrowed her brow and made a show of being angry.
In truth, I wasn't angry at all.
"No— never mind. Yes, I was wrong. I'm sorry."
"Then take it off."
The one mildly disappointing thing was that even with my voice pitched low, it didn't carry the same weighty bass as before. In a moment like this, my voice was supposed to have some gravity to it.
"Huh? You want me to take what off?"
"Your clothes."
"Why would I take off my—"
Yeo-eun looked utterly bewildered.
"You don't want to? Should I tell Mom, then?"
"No! No, it's fine. I'll take them off!"
Yeo-eun scrambled to strip.
So she wasn't scared of me even when I got angry, but Mom terrified her. I see how it is.
Because of that, I genuinely began to feel a little irritated.
I'd only meant to tease her a little.
"Are you kidding me right now?"
"Uh... what?"
"Aren't you forgetting something? Your panties?"
"Oh... right. Taking them off."
Maybe I should tease her quite a lot more.
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Yeo-eun rose from where she knelt and shed every last article of clothing.
Now she was completely bare, without a single thread on her body.
I took my time admiring the figure of my sister revealed beneath the fluorescent light.
Yeo-eun was covering her chest and crotch with her hands, apparently out of embarrassment.
I picked up the cushion from the chair and tossed it onto the floor.
"Kneel again."
"....."
Yeo-eun silently knelt onto the cushion.
Still, her arms stayed crossed over her chest.
She'd never been shy about showing me her chest before.
"Why have you been hiding the streaming from me all this time?"
"I wasn't hiding it, exactly..."
"Then what?"
"Because if I told you I streamed... I was afraid you'd watch."
I got down from the bed and settled on the floor facing her.
"You don't want me watching?"
"No, it's not that. It's just... it's a little embarrassing too, that's all."
"That hurts my feelings. It really does."
"I'm sorry."
She'd bowed her head again before I knew it, so I caught her by the chin.
Slowly, I tilted her face upward.
"If you're sorry, hands up."
"Huh?"
"I said hands up. Stop covering your chest. Why are you covering it?"
"Ah... well, that's..."
Yeo-eun looked everywhere but at my eyes. Slowly, she raised her hands.
Apparently doing this in front of her own younger sibling was mortifying to her.
"Clasp your hands behind your head. Yes. And now hold still."
Even so, she obeyed me.
Probably out of guilt.
Which meant I couldn't very well stop playing the part of the angry brother.
"Never mind the streaming... my face going out on camera. Why didn't you tell me right away and hide it until now?"
"The thing is... I thought it would all blow over quickly."
In other words, she'd assumed she could clean it up herself.
It was just a little incident on a tiny stream, after all.
The place the GIF first spread was a small gallery too.
"I only found out late myself, but... the real problem is that the viewers figured out you're a man."
"Isn't it obvious just by looking that I'm a man?"
"I guess it's only because we know what to look for."
As I talked with Yeo-eun, I let my gaze drift downward.
With her hands clasped behind her head, her pale armpits were on full display.
And lower still—
"You see, once the story became 'a man smacking a woman's butt,' things spiraled out of control and—"
"Hold on."
"Hm? Oh. That's because there are these perverted women, you see. No need to get into the details."
"No, that's not what I mean. What is wrong with your nipples?"
Yeo-eun's nipples were standing stiff and erect.
Stiff enough that they looked almost painful.
The way they do when it's cold out.
"Huh? That's... a bodily reaction! Yeah, a bodily reaction. It just happens sometimes."
Yeo-eun fumbled through her excuse in a fluster.
Don't tell me this was why she'd been covering herself.
"Who said you could lower your arms?"
"Huh?"
"I said again: hands up."
Smack.
"Aah! Okay, okay! I'll put them up. There, see?"
Yeo-eun had tried to cover her chest again.
I slapped her thigh with my palm and narrowed my eyes, glaring at her.
"And who here is calling whom a pervert?"
"Kyaa! Jungseo... that hurts."
"Bear it."
I pinched the rigid, erect nipple.
Then, using the nipple as a handle, I lifted her heavy breast upward.
"It's not every day a man puts a woman over his knee, is it?"
"Mm. Hahh... right, exactly. Ahhnn."
Smack.
When I gripped her nipple and rocked her breast up and down, her hands came down a second time.
So this time I let go and struck the breast itself.
Like delivering a slap across the face, I smacked the side of her breast again and again.
"Keep your arms straight up. That's an order."
"I know, I know, so go easy."
"Go easy?"
"No! Never mind."
I wasn't going to tell her to stop.
If she had genuinely hated it, I would have ended things right there.
So instead, I decided to torment her just a little longer.
Because it was fun.
The way Yeo-eun squirmed with every strike was simply delightful. This feeling — pleasure that didn't stem from mere impulse — was something I wanted to savor even more.
"So then everyone came flooding into the stream, going 'who is that?' and 'what's your relationship with him?'"
"Isn't it good when lots of people watch your stream?"
"That's what I thought at first, but every single message was about you..."
Yeo-eun's breasts had turned red.
The places I'd struck had blossomed into pretty, mottled patches of color.
Smack.
"Kyaa! Why... why? I was keeping them straight up!"
"The balance is off. Just bear with it a moment."
This time I struck the other breast.
It was only right that both breasts match, after all.
"So you're saying it's bad that all those people showed up?"
"Hhaahh... yes. Mm. Nothing gets done at all."
And in that spirit, I gave both nipples an equally firm tug.
"Even my regular viewers talk about nothing but you now."
"What do they say?"
"They keep asking who you are. Asking what our relationship is. From the moment the stream starts until the moment it ends, it's nothing but that. It's been days, and I'm sick of it."
"I'm sorry — you're sick of people talking about me?"
I seized on an absurd thread of her words.
And used it as pretext to strike her breasts harder.
The red spreading across her pale skin deepened by the moment.
"Haaahhn! No! That's not what I meant!"
"Then just be honest. Tell them you have a little brother."
"I did tell them! I told them and they wouldn't believe me. That's why public opinion's against me right now."
I gently stroked the reddened sides of Yeo-eun's breasts with my palm.
I could feel the heat radiating through my skin.
"Hey... Jungseo? So, about that..."
"Mm."
Yeo-eun explained in detail why the streaming had become such an ordeal for her.
And then, at the end of her explanation, she made a most unexpected proposal.
"Would you... possibly be willing to appear on my stream? Just once?"
"Hm...."
I arranged my face into a thoughtful expression.
Yeo-eun pleaded with desperate eyes.
"I know it's shameless of me. I know you could end up hurt because of me."
"And knowing that, you're still asking?"
She was making this request because she was searching for a way out — that had to be it.
Which meant I now had fresh ammunition to tease her with.
"I just... really have run out of options."
"Do you? Because right now, don't we need to talk about my face being all over the internet first?"
"Ah... right. Sorry. Sorry. Talking about the stream got me worked up all of a sudden. I'll handle that part somehow, so—"
Yeo-eun had seen the GIF herself, so she ought to know.
My face barely showed, and there was nothing in it that looked especially damning.
And yet she seemed to be worrying about it far more than I was.
"First things first. Bend over."
"Huh? Bend over?"
"Yes. Just lean your body forward."
Yeo-eun prostrated herself as if in a deep bow.
I shifted my position and settled in behind her.
"Yeo-eun."
"Yeah."
"You punish me because I did wrong. That's just how it works."
So saying, I took hold of her behind.
A pale, plump, generous pair of cheeks.
"We'll talk after you've taken everything you've got coming. Understood?"
"Yes... understood."
When I pressed my hands against her hips to lift them, she raised her rear for me of her own accord.
Her tightly closed pussy rose nearly to my eye level.
And along the seam of that plump little pussy, glistening droplets of moisture had already gathered.