If You Touch My Sister, We Both Die
“If you touch our sister too, then both you and I will die, you fucker… Did you understand me properly…?”
“Ah…”
Park Eun-ji seemed to understand my order to take off her panties right away this time. She fidgeted, her eyes darting around restlessly. The word “restless” fit her current state perfectly.
“…Can’t hear me? Take off your panties and spread that pussy too, you fucking bitch.”
“Ha, haha…”
Even to my own ears, the curse sounded clumsy. Yet Park Eun-ji’s expression as she took the abuse began to twist in a strange way. It was unfamiliar. Both the fact that I was swearing at her and the way she reacted to it.
“…You’ve really lost it.”
She muttered it quietly. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I might have missed it. But we were close enough that our breaths mingled; there was no way I wouldn’t hear her whisper.
“…My sister’s home. What if we’d been caught by the uncle and aunt earlier…?”
She looked troubled. Embarrassed. Every time she made that face, my heart pounded harder.
“What if we get caught? Why? Are you that ashamed of spreading your legs for me?”
“Y-you crazy bastard… You’re bragging about that in front of other people?”
“Are my mom and dad strangers to you?”
“…Ah, seriously… I didn’t know talking to you would be this impossible…”
Her face crumpled like wrinkled paper, twitching and trembling as if she were about to cry.
“So we used to communicate just fine before?”
“…At least I didn’t know you were this perverted freak.”
“Says the girl who pissed herself in someone else’s house—”
“Yaaah—!!”
Park Eun-ji’s roar cut me off. Her face had turned a little scary, but it didn’t feel scary anymore.
“……”
“……Hah!”
I just stood there and casually shook my phone. Even I thought it looked arrogant. Apparently, that single gesture worked better than a hundred words.
“Not taking them off? Or are you fine with everyone in the neighborhood seeing you panting in a porno? Especially one where you’re getting railed by a loser like me?”
“……”
Delinquents like her were always wrapped up in nothing but pride. They hated being looked down on and always followed up with rough words and actions to puff themselves up. Park Eun-ji had been at the very top of that hierarchy. That was the kind of girl she was. So right now, enduring this pathetic threat and treatment was making her wear that pained expression.
“……”
“……”
We kept staring each other down. In the past, I could never have imagined this. If our eyes had met, I would’ve looked away first. But not anymore. Park Eun-ji was the one fidgeting under my gaze.
“…My sister’s home. Couldn’t we at least wait until no one’s around…?”
Her momentum faltered. But this side of her no longer surprised me. My cards were simply too strong… and a faint blush had bloomed on her cheeks, as if she were secretly enjoying the situation.
“Why does that matter?”
“…Are you seriously asking that right now?”
Park Eun-ji looked straight at my face. For a second my heart dropped at her fierce glare, but I quickly pretended it didn’t bother me.
“Sister or not, if I want to touch you like this… I’m going to touch you.”
“Hngh, hnn!”
She flinched as my hand reached out. My palm drew closer and closer to her body.
“…Hah!”
It landed. Soft, squishy, and warm.
“Y-you crazy b-bastard!”
She grabbed my wrist. Just as she tried to twist it away, I waved the phone in front of her face again.
“Three seconds.”
“…Hah!”
Her old habit. She used to order me around and demand I finish errands in three seconds, then smack the back of my head when I was too slow.
“Three, two—”
“F-fine… you fucker.”
She started rubbing and squeezing.
“Ah, ahng…”
Park Eun-ji turned her head to the side, her eyes fixed on the bathroom door.
“It’s fine. It’ll take her a while to come out.”
“……Just… how long… hngh, are you going to keep doing this…?”
“Until you get wet. Ah, maybe you already are?”
She was wearing the same pajamas as before. The only difference was that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath—no bra.
“By the way, why aren’t you wearing a bra? Were you being considerate so I wouldn’t have to take it off?”
“…Y-you crazy bastard… It’s uncomfortable, so I just didn’t wear one…”
“Aah. So you don’t wear one at school either?”
“A-ah, you fucking bastard… What the hell kind of answer do you even want from me…?”
I didn’t want or expect any particular answer. I was just happy that I could freely grope Park Eun-ji’s body inside her own house, even with her sister in the bathroom.
“Your legs must be tired. Want to sit for a bit?”
“Haa… f-fuck.”
I played the part of the homeowner for a moment, draping my arm over her breasts and guiding her to the sofa. Stumbling backward, Park Eun-ji let herself be pulled along weakly.
Thud—
“Ha, hngh…”
I sat her down first, then took the spot beside her. When I casually slung my arm over her shoulder, she flinched and trembled again.
“…What? Getting excited?”
“……Ah, fuck. It’s because this feels disgusting and gross, obviously!”
Apparently I’d misread her again. Her face showed rare, genuine disgust.
“Ah… I see.”
It didn’t matter. After all, she was still half in my arms, offering up her breasts.
“Hng, hngh… haa, ha… haang…”
Those little moans sounded pleased. She was trying hard to hold them back, but she didn’t seem to realize that her struggling only turned me on more.
Swish— swish— swish—
And did she even realize she was rubbing her thighs together like she was in heat?
“S-stop… If we keep going, my sister might really come out…!”
Worry flashed across her face. I had no reason to care about her concerns.
“So what? If we get caught, we get caught.”
“Ha… Seriously, fuck… Don’t you have any sense of caution…?”
“Nope.”
“…You absolute bastard…”
Her expression hardened. She looked sick of my calm attitude.
“…Hngh, hng… Just what are you so confident about, ah…”
It was a sigh, as if she’d realized something. Had she finally understood how deep my desire for revenge ran? Or had she figured out that I was only doing this because I wanted to fuck her? Or maybe she’d noticed how excited I got watching her struggle?
“Kuh, kuhk!”
“…Y-you fucking bastard!!”
It was sudden. Whatever the reason, she had no cause to suddenly strangle me like this, yet Park Eun-ji began choking me with the clear intent to kill.
“Kuhk! Kuh, kuhh!”
My windpipe was being crushed. Her long, slender fingers dug into my neck.
“You fucker! You fucking fuck!!”
Shoving her didn’t work. Pathetically, I couldn’t even overpower a single girl pressing down on me from above.
“…Listen carefully, you bastard…”
Her eyes were filled with rage. Her face was twisted like a demon as she glared at me like she wanted me dead. She hadn’t gotten this angry even when I mocked and teased her, so I couldn’t understand why she was this furious now.
“…You fucking bastard… I don’t care what you do to me, but if you… if you really touch my sister too, then both you and I are going to die, you fucker… Did you hear me properly…?”
My mind went blank. Oxygen finally rushed back into my blocked throat.
“Cough! Cough! Khh, hng… haa, ha… haaa…”
Those words she had whispered earlier. They hadn’t been loud, but they left a deep, intense mark on my brain. I remembered them word for word. “Sister” meant Park Ah-young. And that chilling whisper about killing both me and herself if I laid a hand on her sister.
“Ha, hngh, hahah!”
I sniffled, tears and snot running down my face. A bit of drool had probably escaped the corner of my mouth too. I understood how serious the situation was. If she’d kept choking me for just a few more seconds, I would’ve passed out. A few dozen seconds more and I might have died. But I was alive. I hadn’t died after all, and Park Eun-ji’s expression in front of me was twisted with complicated emotions.
“…Laughing? You think what I said is funny?”
“Hngh, hahaha… I thought it was some bullshit.”
“…Bullshit?”
I had no such intention. No matter how depraved my actions were, they were only ever directed at Park Eun-ji.
“Yeah. Your imagination’s just way too wild, Eunji.”
It was funny. The fact that she’d had such a ridiculous fantasy made the corner of my mouth twitch upward.
“…Listen carefully. I’m serious, fuck… It’s not a joke.”
It was a huge gain. Now I had one more card to use against her.
Click—
“…Ah, ahh!!”
The sound of the door opening echoed. Still lying on the sofa, I tilted my head back. Upside down, I saw Park Ah-young wearing the same pajamas as her sister, pointing an accusing finger at us.
“You two! What the hell are you doing in the house right now!?”
Park Eun-ji was still half-straddling me. At her sister’s shout, she made an awkward face.
“…N-no, this bastard keeps acting up.”
“Haa…… Park Eun-ji! Big sis has been telling you since forever to stop bullying Do-hyun!”
“…I’m not bullying him. When did I ever bully him? The one who got bullied was… ah, never mind. Haa…”
Park Eun-ji looked down at me, mouth opening and closing. ‘Same as always.’ Arrogant bitch.
“Ah! It’s fine!”
“…You heard him. He says it’s fine.”
“Haa… If that’s what you two say, then I guess it is. Still, it’s embarrassing to see you like this. At least… ah, no, never mind.”
Seeing us in a position that wasn’t much different from cowgirl, Park Ah-young held back her words. Her face was flushed red, probably from taking a hot shower even on this warm day.