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Sister Saea approaches me with a seductive smile, unbuttoning her white shirt.

Slowly, the white flesh began to show through, and when the white flesh was fully revealed, it came to me.

Lying on the bed naturally, kissing and madly exploring each other’s bodies…

Open eyes.

” and chew.”

It’s damp down there.

I’ve lived and lived and now this day has come.

I pushed aside the blanket I was covering myself with, got up from my bed, and checked the time.

6: 30 am.

If one person caught it, everyone would know in an instant. I couldn’t run into anyone on my way to the bathroom.

Especially to my father. If he found out about this, I could be put to shame.

Although my wet panties felt uncomfortable, I went to sleep without changing my clothes, quietly packed my underwear, opened the door, and checked outside.

I can sense someone is up, but I guess I’ll be fine if I hurry to the bathroom.

I put my underwear in my pocket and hurried into the bathroom.

After taking a shower on my lower body and washing my damp panties, my mom calls me from outside.

-dripping

“Son?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not even seven o’clock yet. Why are you using up so much water?”

What should I say? What on earth would be natural?

“I peed and got some on my underwear so I’m washing it.”

“Just throw it in the washing machine. How much did it stain? You’re going to wash it in the bathroom?”

“It’s awkward. Get out soon.”

“Yeah.”

I quickly wringed out the underwear I had washed briefly, came out of the bathroom, and threw them in the washing machine.

“But your pants are still okay?”

“Oh. Right?”

“Son. Why the pants?”

I hear my father’s voice from behind.

You should never let it show. Your mom might not know, but your dad, who is also a man, will probably notice it the moment you let it show.

Because my dad is quicker than anyone else when it comes to teasing me.

“Ah. It got on my underwear rather than my urine, so I just washed it with water.”

I think it was the best acting. I’m sure I didn’t show any tea.

“Really? What kind of underwear are you washing in the morning…?”

My father tilted his head and looked at me as if observing me closely.

Judging from the fact that the gaze is directed to the lower body, it seems like you have to be indifferent here.

I was confident that I could be more shameless than anyone in the world right now.

“It’s annoying to run the washing machine all at once. It’s a bit dirty and I’m going to have to go.”

“Really? Honey. Did Jaehoon wash himself?”

“I think I’ve been using water for a long time, but I’m not sure. Why?”

Write. He’s caught on. Judging by the expression on his face that says he caught that guy. He shouldn’t give me any more excuses.

“Anyway, be safe on your way to work. I’ll sleep a little more.”

“Son. By the way, why did you wake up so early? Did you have a good dream?”

I should have just ignored it from the beginning, but I ended up giving it an excuse for nothing.

If I turned around and looked at my father’s expression, I’m sure the corners of his mouth would go up. I ignored him and headed to my room without looking back.

Eventually I couldn’t fall back asleep and after lying in bed for a while I started getting ready for school.

My mom talks to me while I’m eating before taking a shower.

“Son. Did you have a good dream today?”

“…Why?”

“Dad told me to make sure to ask Jaehoon if he had a good dream today?”

Looking at my mother’s expression as she asked with genuine curiosity, I could tell that she had not expected this at all.

Wouldn’t it be less embarrassing if only my dad would keep his mouth shut at night?

But can Dad keep his mouth shut? Yeah. It’s probably best to just pretend it doesn’t happen.

“I didn’t have a dream today, Mom.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

I hurriedly ate my meal, took a shower, put on my school uniform, and left the house.

When I came down to the first floor, Sae-ah was waiting for me.

This morning, when I saw my older sister Sae-ah smiling brightly at me, I remembered the dream I had at dawn.

-match.

“Why did you suddenly hit me in the face?”

“I’m still not fully awake.”

“Where does it hurt? Your face is red?”

Sister Saea came closer and put her hand on my forehead.

I had such a dream in the morning and it was hard to look at him.

“No. It’s Monday, so let’s go quickly.”

“Your face is red and your forehead is hot? Are you sick?”

“No. Let’s go quickly, sis.”

I held the hand on my forehead and hurried to school.

Maybe it was the influence of the dream, but the hand I held every day felt a little more strange, but fortunately, it soon returned to its original state.

It was a tough start to the week, starting Monday morning.

***

Monday. Isn’t this the day of the week that everyone, whether office workers or students, hates the most?

Although it was a tiring morning because of my first wet dream, I thought I recharged my energy when I saw Sae-ah’s face on the way to school.

On the way halfway, I felt like all my energy had been used up.

As I sat there listlessly, students who had not been there came in one by one to fill the seats, and the morning assembly began.

The teacher checked the attendance by calling the roll as soon as we entered the class.

“Kids. I’m warning you in advance. Don’t smoke and don’t bring cosmetics to school. Got it?”

“”Yes.””

“I told you clearly. You never know when they’ll check your belongings. They’ll stop me at school and do it. If I get caught, they’ll turn me over to the student council.”

“”Yes.””

It’s a relatively well-off neighborhood, so I wonder if there are already kids who smoke.

No. There are kids like that wherever you go. It’s understandable. Anyway, this story has nothing to do with me, who has no intention of smoking until I die.

The morning assembly ends with attendance and warnings, and the classroom becomes noisy again as the children start to get up from their seats after the teacher leaves the class.

As I watched the children rise from their seats and stick together, I began to understand why schools are called microcosms of society.

It’s only been a week since I came to school, but the factions already seem to have been formed.

Of course, there are kids like me who don’t belong to any faction, but boys are divided into factions among boys and girls are divided into factions among girls.

Generally speaking, there are groups that study, groups that play, and just regular groups.

Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten along with any group in my past life or at this time.

At this age in my previous life, I wasn’t good at studying, I didn’t play either, and I wasn’t ordinary either.

Because it was a time when I was busy fighting with kids who ignored me and kids who tried to pick a fight with me because I was easy.

I knew before I even entered middle school that if I looked easy or gave in even once, they would keep picking on me. I hated being ignored, so I fought as hard as I could with the kids who started the fight.

Of course, now I don’t think they’ll bother me because I’m taller than my peers, but I know how ugly kids are at this age.

In fact, even now, there is a group of people harassing someone in a corner.

It’s a subtle harassment that’s not noticeable now, but it’ll get worse as the days go by.

As I was sitting quietly, the first period teacher came in and started the class. After the first period, the head teacher came to see me.

As I followed the teacher to the delinquent leader’s office, the punishment for hitting a third-year student came out.

“It’s a one-week volunteer service at school. Starting tomorrow, when you come to school, come to the guidance office, take a trash bag and tongs, and pick it up by lunchtime. ”

“Yes.”

“I’ll check it from time to time. Don’t do anything else.”

“Yes.”

The head teacher of the leadership team was talking while holding a wooden stick for no reason, perhaps to create a sense of fear.

But is this really punishment?

For me, I think something free is better than a boring class.

As I entered the classroom, sat down quietly and pretended to listen to the class, I continued meditating, and it was lunchtime.

“Sister, I’m doing volunteer work at school starting tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“That’s what happened because I hit a third grader last time.”

My sister who doesn’t say anything about what she’s thinking.

“This is better than just sitting still and listening to the class.”

“Can’t I do that too?”

“You’re not as good at studying as me. You have to study, sister.”

“What? Sae-ah is worse at studying than a first-year middle school student?”

“I told you he’s a genius.”

“Wow. Sae-ah’s boyfriend is different.”

Today, too, my sister’s friends are openly eavesdropping on our conversation.

At this point, I guess I’m actually a third-year female student.

My older sister doesn’t seem to particularly dislike having friends around, and I’ve gotten used to it now, so we naturally gather together and go out to eat.

Actually, there are two, but there aren’t many, so there’s not much difference. My sister won’t grow distant from her friends, so it’s good.

After spending a few days like this, I think the seating arrangement for meals has become somewhat fixed.

“But doesn’t Sae-ah’s boyfriend have any friends?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Huh? No. We eat together all the time, but no one says hello.”

“He’s been single since kindergarten. He doesn’t make any friends.”

Minji, who is explaining me in detail again today.

My sister’s friends looked at me with curious eyes.

“My boyfriend doesn’t stare at me for that long.”

Sister Sae-ah frowns as if she doesn’t like the way her friends stare at her for a long time.

“What? Are your friends jealous of your boyfriend?”

“Wow. Even Sae-ah becomes like that when she falls in love.”

Why is it that my older sister doesn’t feel embarrassed but I feel embarrassed?

After quietly finishing my meal, I went for a walk with my older sister again today and headed to class.

As I entered the room, a faint smell of cigarette smoke wafted from somewhere.

I don’t know how smoking came about in school, but it seems certain that there were smokers in my class.

Soon after, the 5th period began, and school ended with the 5th period class.

As I came home, changed my clothes, and lay down on the bed, there was my new sister who had also changed her clothes at home.

It was clearly the same routine as usual, but as we lay in bed together, I started to feel different than usual.

It seems like the middle schooler’s body is controlling his mind.

It seemed like it would be difficult to take a nap in the same bed with Sae-ah for a while.

The power of this first wet dream in my life was tremendous.