Chapter 31 – The Long-Awaited Reunion with My Sister Was Terrifying.

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BANG! BANG! BAAANG!!!

While exercising as usual and finishing up by hitting the punching bag, I heard my phone vibrate.

The only person who would contact me at this late hour would be my mom. Did something happen at home?

Curious, I stopped hitting the punching bag and checked my phone screen, only to find an unexpected person had sent me a KakaoTalk message.

[Bald Baldy]

My dear brother’s pitiful childhood friend who went bald at an early age.

This guy, whose thoughts I could never understand, contacted me first for some reason.

Could he have found out where my brother lived?

Forcibly calming my heart that was pounding with anticipation, I checked the message.

<Sis>

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<You asked me to find out Seonghun’s address last time, right?>

<Yeah, I did.>

<Did you find it? If you did, tell me the address.>

<I did find it, but please calm down first. A pretty big problem has come up, sis.>

<??? What problem? Is he dead or something?>

<No, he’s not dead. But it might be even more serious than that.>

<He’s not in a vegetative state or something, is he?>

<No, it’s not like that. He’s still the same idiot, but his appearance and voice has changed a lot.>

<…I’ll have to see what kind of problem it is with my own eyes. Give me his address.>

<Yes, I’ll send it right away.>

<Let me warn you in advance, don’t be too shocked when you meet Seonghun. Whatever you’re imagining, what’s happened is beyond that.>

What on earth happened to my precious brother?

The bald baldy, my brother’s only friend, wasn’t someone who lied, nor did he exaggerate when explaining situations.

If a guy like that was talking this way, how serious could the problem be?

I found my brother’s contact in my phone and immediately called him.

[Precious Punching Bag♡]

– ♬♬

The same weeb song, which he apparently hasn’t changed, was playing.

I took a moment to confirm my precious brother’s consistent taste, but he didn’t answer my call.

“Oh, he’s not answering? That’s a bit troublesome.”

I left the gym and headed to my brother’s address that I got from the baldy, while leaving a KakaoTalk message for my brother.

<I’m on my way to your place now. If you don’t answer, you’re dead when I arrive.>

<No, fuck, why is sis coming to my place? More importantly, how do you know my address?>

<I have my ways. Anyway, if you don’t answer, you’re dead. If you don’t want to die, answer. And if I go to your place and you’re not there, you’re dead. If you don’t open the door, you’re dead. You’re just dead.>

<Why is death my only fate?>

My brother was resisting, but ignoring his opinion, I called again.

I’d threatened him enough, so he should answer soon.

If he wouldn’t, well, I’d just give him a mental re-education when I got to his place.

I called my lovable punching bag, I mean brother, again, and shortly after, he answered.

[H-hello…?]

But what I heard wasn’t the irritating voice I was used to, but an enchanting voice that could melt my ears.

About to curse from the start but caught off guard, I carefully checked the receiver.

[Precious Punching Bag♡]

…It was definitely my brother’s number, but why was a woman answering?

Don’t tell me….

This fucking bastard, was this why he left home?

Suppressing my rising anger, I asked the woman who answered to put my brother on.

“I don’t know who you are, but put my brother on the phone. I need to hear that bastard’s voice right now.”

[Um… sis? I’m really sorry, but I’m Seonghun.]

“I’m not in the mood for jokes, so put him on quickly. Otherwise I’ll kill both of you at once when I come over.”

[No, really, I’m not joking….]

I heard a frustrated voice over the phone, but I spat out words in a cold voice and hung up.

“It’s okay, I’m almost there anyway. Let’s see what kind of bitch you are in a moment.”

After briefly looking at the shabby building in front of me, I walked inside, contemplating how to beat up my brother and that bewitching woman.

—

I was really fucked!

I could deeply feel how pissed off my sister was over the phone.

That murderous voice, promising to beat up everyone she saw….

Feeling the fear from that voice, I asked my friend for help.

“…I think I’m really fucked.”

“What can we do? It was going to be revealed someday. Isn’t it better to be fucked now than later? Thinking about what’s going to happen, the beating you gave me earlier did hurt a little less.”

Agreeing with his words, I pleaded to him with desperate eyes.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Can you take the beating for me?”

The so-called Friend Shield.

I requested him to be my black knight and take my sister’s brutal beating instead, but my friend hardened his face and refused.

“You fucking bitch, there are things you can say and things you can’t.”

“Come on, wouldn’t you, who has taken many beatings, be better? If I get beaten in this body, I think I’ll really die!”

“I think you’ve been beaten more than me. Why don’t you just submissively offer your body for a comfortable beating?”

“I’ve never been beaten in this body. So please, take the beating for me.”

When I looked at him with irresistible sparkling eyes, my friend licked his lips and whispered to me:

“If I take the beating for you, will you let me do it once?”

“…You crazy bastard.”

A proposal I would have refused by cracking his skull with a frying pan under normal circumstances.

But since it was a matter of life and death now, I started seriously contemplating between death and sex.

I really hated getting fucked by that bastard more than death.

The problem was, getting beaten by my sister hurt so much that I’d rather wish for death.

Should I really close my eyes and just do it once?

In manga and smut novels, they say the pain of losing virginity is momentary, right? At least it would hurt less than getting beaten like a dog on a hot summer day by my sister.

Fuck.

Do it? Don’t do it?

As I continued contemplating with a serious face, my friend urged me with a voice filled with fear.

“Hey, she’s almost here. Decide quickly. Friend Shield, use it? Or not?”

With his urging, I made my decision with an enlightened face.

“I won’t use it. Since it’s not a man’s body but a woman’s, she’ll probably hit a little less hard.”

“Hey, I’ll really give you one more chance to choose. Your sister beats everyone with the same intensity regardless of gender or age, you know? Don’t regret it and choose again.”

“Why, are you disappointed we won’t fuck? Sorry, but I’d rather die than fuck you. I know I might die from getting beaten, but isn’t it better than being a man getting fucked by another man?”

That was what I said, but the real reason was slightly different.

I felt like I would cross a point of no return the moment I get fucked by that bastard.

So even though it would hurt like hell, I chose the option of getting beaten by my sister.

“Don’t regret it.”

“I’m not the type to regret things. You know that, right? I’ve never regretted anything so far.”

“Not a guy, but a girl now. Fine, you’ve got guts, kid.”

My friend and I exhaled deeply, waiting for my sister to arrive, and after a brief wait, we heard a voice from outside the front door that instilled fear just by listening.

[Open up.]

“Should I open it?”

“No, we shouldn’t open it after all.”

I was planning to at least open the door to get beaten a little less, but after hearing her voice, I changed my mind.

Indeed, I shouldn’t open it.

If I open it, I’d be in a state worse than death.

Thinking this, I moved far away from the front door, but with the voice that followed, I had no choice but to obediently open the door.

[If I have to open it myself, then you’re really dead. If you want to get beaten a little less, open it now.]

“…You’ll let me live, right?”

[Depends on how you act.]

Right, at least she wouldn’t kill me, her flesh and blood.

It wasn’t very reassuring, but I had no choice but to believe her.

Yeah, so I should open the door.

I opened the front door with a bright smile, and at that moment, the fox deity spoke to me urgently.

– Duck!

“What?”

As I briefly questioned the fox deity’s voice, my sister’s fist came through the doorway and cleanly struck my chin.

WHAM!!!

Hearing an unbelievable sound when my jaw and her fist had collided, and feeling the stinging pain in my chin, I muttered a curse.

“…Fuck.”

As I suspected, she definitely worked for a criminal organization without the family knowing.

As I felt my consciousness fading away, the last thing that entered my eyes was:

“AAAAARGH!!! Sis! Why are you hitting me!”

The sight of my friend getting beaten like a dog by my sister.