episode_0023

“……I.”

“Customer number 251!”

“I….”

“Oh, it’s our order.”

Both I and my brother must respond now, but we can’t keep listening to the call of employee 251 forever.

This is a nuisance.

“Thank you.”

And embarrassed. Aren’t part-timers human too? They must have heard everything.

I lightly nudged my brother who was still frozen like ice.

He spoke so casually, but he must have been extremely tense.

“Umm… Let’s have coffee.”

“Uh… Thank you.”

Thinking that it’s a corner and they probably didn’t hear, I sat back down.

“……”

“……”

The atmosphere was broken.

Maybe it would have been better to have tea at home rather than here, considering how awkward the atmosphere has become.

“Jihye, let’s date.”

“Wha…?”

I almost screamed.

No, that’s not right.

I did suggest dating first, but…

Even so, right now…

The atmosphere is completely off, so even if I suddenly say this…

“Nehye… likes… me.”

Mind and body were separate.

How foolish.

It seems like a ghost just passed by.

Sure, accepting is fine, but… no response at all, stumbling over words, looking incredibly foolish. Don’t stutter.

What an idiot. Falling in love and becoming a fool who can’t think straight.

I barely try to calm myself with deep breaths.

The situation is already over, but…

“…Um. I’ll go home.”

The taste of the coffee was nothing special.

Still young, but is it okay for me to date someone who’s becoming an older man?

I’m 27 now… Am I right? Now I consider my actual age as my age, so am I 26?

Feels good to be a bit younger.

But if that’s the case, Jihye is 20. No, 21.

“……”

I didn’t even know her birthday.

“Oppa, let’s eat.”

“Oh, okay.”

With my hair tied up, feeling awkward about where to look in the thin-strapped white tank top.

Black dolphin shorts emphasize my white legs even more, not a good choice to look down.

“Oppa, how is it? Tasty, right!”

“Yeah, it’s really delicious.”

Looking at me, Jihye smiles as if she has everything in the world, making me smile too.

Too much.

Happiness is overwhelming.

Is this okay?

“Oppa!”

“Uh, what did you say?”

“Oh, try this.”

She picks up a piece of tonkatsu with chopsticks, supporting the bottom with her other hand and approaches me.

“Ah… um.”

“Haha, it’s so good.”

Those eyes sparkling like the last snow of winter.

The warm laughter approaching with the cold of spring.

Creating a slight discomfort in me.

A gentle breeze blew on the calm sea.

My heart fluttered more and more.

“I… I love you, Jihye.”

“Hehe…!”

As much as I’ve received.

I might overflow with how much I’ve received.

I need to give back. It’s too much to just receive.

To Jihye, who turned misfortune into luck, what can’t I do for her?

Now it’s my turn.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“…Huh?”

“Shh… No, I have to endure this time.”

Maybe it’s my turn.

I love you, Jihye.

Is it true that this brother has zero dating experience?

Every time I speak, my body trembles greatly, I have to be able to continue the conversation.

By the way, excluding the end. A creature resembling someone who can only think at the level of a chimpanzee with an IQ of about 70 probably hasn’t had a proper relationship.

“I… can’t take it.”

I have to get used to it.

If I get used to something stronger, won’t it speed things up?

Like a kiss. Or a meal.

“No… I have to endure.”

I have to endure it now. I’ve just taken the first step, I haven’t reached the end yet.

“…?”

“Let’s eat quickly. The tonkatsu must be cold by now.”

I feel like my mood is about to fly away. I’m so happy.

Really… we’re dating.

Anything goes.

We have to keep progressing.

Conditions have arisen that could lead to progress, which is great.

Can we sleep together right now…?

I might not do anything naughty, but touching abs or chest should be fine.

“I’ll take a shower first~”

And just in case. Will oppa make the first move?

“Hehe. Hello…?”

[Oh~ Jihye.]

I entered the shower room and immediately called Unni.

I wanted to share good news first.

I wanted to express my gratitude.

“I did it!”

“Oh… really!? Congratulations~”

“Thank you. Really. If it weren’t for Unni, I wouldn’t have even tried.”

In reality, many fearful emotions prevailed.

It was only one day. But why did I feel like everything was crumbling like a house of cards?

If Unni wasn’t there… I might have suffered alone and left without even trying to confess, as I had no confidence in success.

[Good job!]

After exchanging various conversations, we ended the call with a promise to meet later.

*Swoosh*

“Ah….”

Maybe it would have been better if oppa had showered first.

Women usually take about 30 minutes to shower… It could even take an hour.

Especially with my hair.

What if some water got on my hair while talking on the phone?

Even if I squeeze a drop of shampoo, the foam doesn’t come out properly; it’s strange how this hair doesn’t lather even when vigorously rubbed.

So, I’d have to squeeze a lot of shampoo to make foam…

Yeah. It’s a waste of money.

“Should I cut it after all…?”

Since becoming a woman, I’ve found a slight solution because I’ve adapted.

The simplest way is to wet your hair, brush your teeth, and thoroughly cleanse your face with cleansing foam; then, 10 minutes will pass quickly.

If you press the pump firmly to squeeze the shampoo, you can estimate roughly.

Now, just wrap your hair normally.

Actually… it’s said that it’s good to comb your hair before showering… but it’s too much trouble. And treatment… no.

Chest.

With a slender waist, larger breasts are more prominently displayed.

But still, oppa… would really like it….

“Ugh….”

I hope he savors my body like food.

A boy or a girl… which would be better?

A son would probably be handsome like oppa, and a daughter would be incredibly pretty like me.

“Ugh….”

I hope time passes quickly.

Wet hair doesn’t flow smoothly; instead of flowing softly, it feels more like hitting me.

If I don’t use a hairdryer, I shouldn’t lie on the bed until my hair dries completely.

Mold will grow on the blanket.

While drying my hair with a hairdryer, oppa went in and out.

“You’re still drying your hair?”

“My hair is too long….”

The hairdryer is scorching hot, and my arms are trembling as if they might break.

“Oppa, please help me.”

“Uh… I’ll help.”

I flipped my hair back and sat in front of oppa.

As his thick fingers flicked and shook my hair, the strands, moistened with water, loosened and unraveled like threads.

Almost dry, my hair dried satisfactorily within minutes.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah….”

Oppa tidied up the dining table, so I did the dishes and went into the bedroom.

“Do you want to play games after a long time?”

“Yeah. Sounds good!”

Lying on the bed, oppa, who had been looking at his phone, suddenly sat next to me.

“What game do you want to play?”

“Um… how about trying this after a long time?”

“Oh… this. Let me try it.”

I installed the game and tested the controls roughly.

“It feels new.”

It felt awkward using the keyboard and mouse after a long time.

“…It feels new.”

My chest kept hitting the desk, so I just placed it on the desk.

Surprisingly comfortable.

The cause that made me feel heavy, to the point where I could directly feel gravity, disappeared.

“Hehe what’s this, it’s amazing?”

“Uh… well… yeah.”

Glancing at oppa staring at my chest, I subtly ask him and show off my chest even more.

“It’s okay to touch.”

“…Huh!?”

As my brother looked at me with a questioning expression, he shouted out loud after deep thought.

“You can touch…”

I felt slightly embarrassed saying it again unintentionally.

It felt like I had become a pervert for no reason.

I sneak a glance at my brother.

He was still flustered and unable to grasp the situation due to confusion and surprise.

“…Just kidding.”

“…Huh?”

“I said it’s a joke! Did you really think I would let you touch for real?”

“Oh… I see.”

In reality, I wanted to be touched.

I really wanted to be touched.

Just touching myself makes my body tingle, so what would happen if my brother touched me?

“Haha… Anyway… You’re invited.”

“Got it.”

Nodding, my brother clicks the mouse.

I am a female character in a male-dominated game. Well… not now, but when I started this game, I continued with this character because she had a pretty face. Thanks to her short skirt, her bare legs from thighs to ankles look refreshing, making it visually pleasing and performing well.

My brother is a bear.

Sometimes he exhibits these peculiar behaviors. Should I say that using things others don’t use is his characteristic?

My brother is not a bear; he is sleek and handsome with a sharp jawline like a wolf.

Well, unfortunately, there are no wolves in this game. There are some rather scary anthropomorphic animals, but I don’t fancy them.

“Shall we practice a round?”

“Sure.”

“Me too.”

“?”

[Fight!]

“Oh, it’s started.”

For your information, I’m terrible at this game.

“Ugh?!”

My brother is even worse.

*

“Pant…”

Engaged in intense actions, our breaths quickened, and the sound of sweaty fingers clicking filled the room.

“Haa… I’m done!”

I’m exhausted.

If I continue like this, it will be truly irreversible.

“Oh… no way…!!”

My brother grinned.

How can he laugh in such a situation? I’m struggling to survive here.

[Game Over!]

“I lost…”

“Great job!”

Initially, everything went smoothly.

I won, and I kept winning.

My brother really can’t play.

After about 30 minutes… my stamina hit rock bottom.

My fingers stiffened as if they were cramping, I couldn’t press the keys properly, and making mistakes repeatedly, my brother, who seemed to have gotten stronger, pressed on aggressively, leading to the final round ending with my defeat.

“…”

“Should we call it a night?”

“Yes…”

Though I want to shout for one more round, I decided to gracefully give up.

It’s not just about playing one more round, as commonly said by men to women. It’s about achieving that ideal victory through appropriate tension and a flashy finish.

“Phew… sweat.”

My brother wipes the sweat off his hands onto his clothes, fanning himself as if trying to cool down.

“Come here.”

This is… an opportunity.

“Uh…?”

“I’ll wipe your sweat. Take off your clothes.”

I bring a towel and gently remove my brother’s clothes.

I must seize this chance.