Ch.80My Brother (7)

Without bras, for a brief moment, Doha-min and I felt each other’s body heat and size with our entire bodies.

“Aaah! I’m sorry! I didn’t know that was what it was! What a strange thing to say!”

But soon after, Doha-min pushed me away in shock. It seemed he thought he had said something extremely rude and embarrassing to me by his moral standards.

The fruit of love.

Well, that’s not completely wrong either.

The color is somewhat similar too.

“…Were you very surprised? Because of what I touched? Doyoung, your face is red…?”

“Huh? No, it’s not because of that.”

If I were to say I was surprised, what touched me other than my face was far more shocking. When I carried him before the exam, it wasn’t even a quarter of this size.

“Or did I hug you too tightly…?”

“Ah, y-yeah… that’s part of it.”

It’s true that I was surprised by the intensity of Doha-min’s embrace, so unlike him. The usual Doha-min would have barely let our bodies touch even if I had urged him to hug me. The strength in his arms was much greater than during our previous embrace under the cherry blossoms.

Perhaps he needed his own form of comfort too.

Yes, I could understand that much.

The problem was what came after.

‘Hey, hey, hey… just how much bigger is that thing going to get…! It kept growing even until we separated!’

Was it because Doha-min was wearing a school uniform larger than his size? His loose uniform pants, sized up in anticipation of potential growth, instead vividly imprinted the awakening process of what was hidden inside against my waist.

At first, I thought the blunt thing touching my lower body was his fist. I even thought he might have placed his fist between us to maintain a minimum level of decency.

No, if that were the case, I wouldn’t be feeling both his hands on my waist like now. Unless he’s Adam Smith, he wouldn’t have three hands.

Eventually, as it began to rise like a sprouting bud, I realized it wasn’t a fist.

Since we separated hastily while it was still growing, I couldn’t confirm exactly how far his thing would develop, but I did learn one thing for certain.

‘There’s no way I could wrap that with what Mom gave me….’

The lime-scented one I received from Mom wasn’t a small size by any means. It was the size used in actual practice by Mr. Ban, the semiconductor who formed the foundation of the Ban family’s three children. It couldn’t possibly be small.

It’s absolutely not that I’m trying to make it sound not small by saying it’s similar to mine from my original world. Absolutely not.

“Let’s sit on the stairs for a bit. After all… I’m the one who caused this.”

“…Okay.”

Doha-min and I decided to take a short rest sitting on the stairs. Otherwise, I didn’t think my startled heart would calm down either.

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[Chicken Coop #1]

[Doyoung]

[Today teachers have a meeting so Ms. Miso said no homeroom]

[Just pick up trash around your seat and leave on your own]

[Me]

[Ok]

[Just met Doha-min]

[You guys go ahead]

[I’m planning to beat him up a bit before I go]

[Chicken Coop #1]

[OK]

[Beat him gently]

[Take off his glasses before you hit him]

“Today there’s a teachers’ meeting so no homeroom. Just pick up trash around your seat and leave on your own.”

“Oh, I see. But Doyoung, why did you come out without your bag?”

“Why? Obviously I came to pick up the trash around my seat.”

I said this while slightly pulling at the back of Doha-min’s shirt.

“I’ve already picked up a really ugly piece of trash. Looks like it needs to go straight to the incinerator.”

“…”

“Hehehe, you punk. Why so serious?”

“Well… after what I did earlier, I can’t really say anything.”

The conversation between Doha-min and me gradually returned to normal. As our hearts calmed down, the heightened tension also subsided, returning to its previous docile state.

In other words, his erection had subsided.

“…”

“Um.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. It’s getting tiresome.”

“…Okay.”

Doha-min swallowed what he was about to say and covered his reddened face with his hand. As expected, he was about to start with an apology again.

“I, I really had no idea. Until my face touched your sweater… I didn’t do it knowingly.”

“It’s fine, I’m not really bothered. You know how sometimes guys’ nipples stick out through their shirts when they don’t wear an undershirt? Think of it like that.”

“I, I think men and women are still different no matter what…”

“What’s different? The milk? Then we’re the same right now. Since you’re still a virgin.”

“I, I was wrong, so let’s not talk about that. What if someone else hears?”

“Isn’t this the place you carefully selected to emit your loner vibes? A place where hardly anyone comes.”

Doha-min’s loner power had a certain credibility. It had been verified through several previous instances.

The fact that you chose this corner staircase to swallow your tears alone means that at least at this time, no one would come looking.

That’s why I could confidently extend my arms for a hug toward him even in a school with many watching eyes.

“Um… that wish earlier. You just made it up to comfort me, right?”

“…What, why do you think that?”

“I heard from the gym owner. These past few days, Doyoung, you’ve been studying really hard even without him nagging you.”

“Tch, that guy has such a loose tongue. Did you hear anything else?”

“Hmm? No, nothing else particularly… Was there something?”

“No, nothing. You don’t need to know.”

Fortunately, Doha-min didn’t seem to know about [下民高趨] yet. Really, Mr. Ban, you shouldn’t say things that don’t need to be said in the first place.

“I’m okay now. I’ve been comforted enough thanks to you, Doyoung. So you can tell me your original wish that you wanted to ask.”

“Are you serious…?”

“O-Of course! As an apology for the unpleasant experience I gave you earlier, I really…! want you to have the chance to make a wish that I can grant.”

Hey, if you call that an unpleasant experience, what am I supposed to do? If in this situation I were to wish to see your penis, I’d just become a person full of unpleasantness.

“I-I’ll do anything I can! So feel free to ask for whatever!”

“…”

I did briefly consider whether I could correct the wish I had just used up as Doha-min purely asked me to state my wish.

“…No, it’s true that my wish is to act spoiled with a lover because the midterms were so tough.”

“R-Really?”

“Why would I lie about that when I’ve legally earned the right to boss you around?”

But in the end, I gave up. It’s not that my desire to see his penis had completely disappeared.

It’s just that I found something else I wanted to do more. This loner kid trying to comfort me again after saying he was comforted by that brief hug. I wanted to see this kid smile.

“B-But isn’t it a waste to spend your hard-earned wish on something like that…?”

“Who said I spent it? My wish is just beginning.”

“W-What else was there besides that?”

“Doha-min, skip self-study tonight.”

“S-Suddenly…?”

“Yeah, I need to act spoiled with a lover, but I don’t have one.”

I pinched Doha-min’s cheek and pulled him up from the stairs where we were sitting.

“So just for today, you’ll play the role of my lover.”

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“Welcome to Salinda Tonkatsu! Oh, you’re the customers from before, right? The ones who ordered one king-sized tonkatsu and shared it…”

“Wow, you still remember something from over a month ago.”

Doha-min and I revisited the tonkatsu restaurant where we had lunch on the day we watched a movie together. Maybe because half my brain had been filled with thoughts of Doha-min’s penis throughout the exam period, I really wanted to eat tonkatsu on this day when we received our grade reports.

“We came back because we wanted to eat that king-sized tonkatsu again. This time one each!”

“Hehehe, I knew it. See, I told you you’d want to eat it. Come sit over here. Honey, two king-sized tonkatsu!”

Following the owner’s somewhat excessive friendliness, we sat at a table. I thought there would be quite a few people at this hour since the restaurant was cheap and generous with portions, but there were only two tables occupied: some women wearing what looked like dental or hospital nurse uniforms, and two soldiers on military leave with Korean flag patches on their collars.

“Wow, we’re lucky. I guess this place hasn’t been discovered as a hot spot yet. I thought it would be crowded with people.”

“Y-You seem much more comfortable than before. Back then you said you didn’t like how overly friendly the owner was.”

Ah, I did say that, didn’t I?

“It’s just awkward, you know. Him constantly bragging about his wife. He should tone it down. It’s not like he’s making fun of someone who doesn’t have a partner.”

“Oh, so that was the reason…”

“Huh? Come to think of it, I do have one now. Just for a day though.”

*thud*

I placed a freshly poured glass of water on the back of Doha-min’s hand.

“Ah! That’s cold…!”

“Hehe, sorry, sorry. Your hands and face have been red this whole time. Thought you needed cooling down.”

“A-Am I that red right now?”

“Yeah, you’re like Guan Yu if he were tall.”

Eating with Doha-min wasn’t such a rare occurrence anymore. Moreover, we’d been to this place before.

Nevertheless, Doha-min’s face showed clear signs of tension. While he might have grown accustomed to facing Ban Doyoung as a friend, facing Ban Doyoung as a lover (for a day) was quite devastating.

“Straighten your shoulders and lift your head. You’re my lover now. If you keep hunching over with your head buried like that, you look like you’re being extorted rather than on a date.”

“I-I know, but… even though it’s just pretend, being called a lover makes me feel strangely embarrassed…”

“What are you saying? We’ve done everything except sex. If you keep acting like that, people will look at us strangely.”

While I’m used to it, the image of Miss Ban Doyoung and Doha-min sitting at the same table might not be a familiar sight to others.

“Hey, look over there.”

“Hmm? What is it, senior?”

“See those two high schoolers sitting there?”

“Ah… so they’re the ones you’ve been looking at?”

As if to prove my point, glances and voices from the other tables began to drift our way.

“Those high school kids. What do they look like to you, a couple? Or just friends?”

“Hmm, they seem like neither to me. One of them looks too intimidated to be a friend, and as for a couple, hehe, honestly, the boy’s face is a bit below average.”

“Right? I thought so too. He looks even worse than those crew-cut guys at that table. It’s not easy to look worse than those buzzcuts. Such a waste for the girl.”

“If he cuts his hair for military service, he’ll look even worse. Poor thing, hehe.”

*CLANG!*

I threw the stainless steel water cup I had just filled toward the table where the voices were coming from. The cup landed precisely on the pickle dish on their table, spraying pickle-scented water in all directions around their table.

“Eek!”

“W-What the! Why did a cup fly over here…!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My hand slipped and I threw it all the way over there.”

I took tissues from the table drawer and approached the table where I had thrown the cup to take responsibility for my little “accident.”

“So, do you have something to say to my temporary boyfriend, ladies?”