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Episode 24: A Small Bruise Launched by Jung Ah-young.

How should I avoid this?

How can I evade the situation?

It feels like the sound of rolling eyeballs echoes around.

My thoughts have become tangled.

Firstly, it’s forbidden to say that Kang Hyun hit me.

But should I tell the truth?

Jung Ah-young could be in danger.

Of course, Han Se-yeon is mature enough not to lose her cool.

However, isn’t there a saying “anything can happen”?

If her temper did flare up, Jung Ah-young’s safety could be at risk.

In the end,

I chose a firm stance.

“I bumped into something.”

“…What?”

“I bumped into the desk… while walking with a bruise.”

She remains poker-faced.

Would she really distinguish between a bruise from a punch and one from hitting an object?

It’s impolite to persist when the person denies it.

Is my anger gradually subsiding?

Her expression begins to change to one of realization.

Seeming apologetic.

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

“But still, you should be careful.”

“Thanks for worrying.”

She apologizes right away.

Thankfully, they are close siblings.

Her worried face and gaze are cautious, fearing her younger brother might be hurt.

However,

A very small desire crept in between them.

“If I press here, does it hurt?”

“Yeah, a little…?”

“Lie down. I’ll get something for a warm compress.”

Han Se-yeon is changing gradually.

Things she wouldn’t have said or done before.

Now she does them without hesitation.

And,

Even emotions she wouldn’t have harbored before, she now does.

Has her mind gone blank?

Well, she has never been so angry to the point of losing control.

Even on the ring, she maintained a cold rationality.

Han Se-yeon found her current state both intriguing and unfamiliar.

Her younger brother was hit?

Without certainty, she almost lost her composure to probabilities.

Just imagining he might have been harassed made her shiver, regardless of reality.

In reality, her intimidating stare pressured him.

An expression clearly showing fear.

The trembling eyes and that look were directed at her.

Being vigilant.

In other words, being watchful.

Though she had seen it countless times and disliked it, she blamed herself.

The gaze she once directed at her mother in childhood was now directed at her.

A gnawing sense of self-reproach was felt.

Han Se-yeon’s breathing became erratic. She tried hard to calm herself.

“I bumped into something…”

At least, the one firmly grasping her rationality was none other than Han Se-in.

His sincere gaze was fixed on his sister.

He spoke his mind directly.

It wasn’t fear.

Not trembling with fear, afraid of being hit.

It wasn’t closing her eyes tightly, quivering, watching her mother’s reactions.

She felt a slight alleviation of the gnawing guilt.

And then,

From a place of remorse came the choice to apologize.

Apology, and concern.

“Lie down. I’ll get something for a warm compress.”

“Yeah…”

Subconsciously emerging was a small desire.

Han Se-yeon didn’t realize it, but

Deep-seated desires sometimes find ways to manifest beneath seemingly valid excuses.

In Han Se-yeon’s past,

There were times in boxing where she got bruises.

So, although it had been a while, she could find an ice pack.

Taking out ice from the fridge and placing it in the pack,

She approached Han Se-in.

“Like this… Do I lie down like this?”

“Uh…”

Han Se-yeon’s words trailed off.

His figure lying on the soft blanket was so charming.

The T-shirt and pants he always wore. He thought he should put more effort into buying new clothes on the next payday.

As if infused with milk, his fair skin and

Slender arms and legs.

His cute lips were tightly sealed.

The crimson eyes looked up at Han Seyeon as if tense.

Is this the first time?

Well, it must be the first proper treatment.

If one were to judge solely by his lying figure, he looked pitiful like a puppy waiting for surgery.

“Should I lift it?”

….

Though it was clearly a question, his hands were already lifting his shirt.

Han Seyeon swallowed hard.

If not, it would have surely trickled down his chin.

In that moment, Hansein’s appearance was enchanting.

A man lying defenseless.

He’s a younger brother, he’s a younger brother.

Reciting a spell in her mind, she could finally grasp onto some dim reason.

Soft, visually appealing belly fat.

An impulse to touch it arose, but Han Seyeon sat down slowly.

“It’s just a warm compress.”

“Mm…”

Upon hearing her words,

Hansein tightly shut his eyes.

Pulling the cloth over him, he clasped his hands to his chest as if in prayer.

Seeing his completely closed eyes, Han Seyeon’s heart began to waver.

His gaze shifted to his stomach.

Could it be because he hadn’t exercised?

Rather than muscles, it showed a complete presence of fat.

There was tempting skin with the only blemish being a small bruise.

Below the navel.

To be precise, there was a very small bruise near the lower abdomen.

A typical mark mixed with redness and purple.

She slowly placed an ice pack on the area.

“Hu… C-Can you tell me something?”

It was a faint groan.

More thin than sexy.

But it was enough to unsettle her.

Surely, before placing the ice pack, he had asked to be told.

Why did it sound so seductive?

Her eyes still tightly shut, and her subtly furrowed brows.

Was it bothering him that it was cold, or was he trying to endure it?

Han Seyeon’s lips quivered.

“H-How long should I keep this on?”

“Is it too cold?”

“Yeah. Just a bit…”

It didn’t seem like just a bit.

Well, he had always been sensitive to the cold.

As time passed.

Lifting the ice pack revealed a reddened belly.

As the white skin turned red, a subtle sense of satisfaction emerged.

As if his throat was getting dry.

Han Seyeon periodically swallowed saliva.

“It’s too cold… H-hu…”

“Cover yourself with a blanket.”

At that moment,

Han Seyeon’s gaze wavered, and her heart wavered.

It was a simple movement.

Hansein grabbed Han Seyeon’s hand.

It was a straightforward action, and her mind was muddled in understanding his intentions.

She tried to speak but might stumble over her words.

Han Seyeon couldn’t utter a sound with her mouth agape.

Stammering and showing confusion.

Was she afraid that her feelings would be exposed now?

Her worries and doubts flowed out through Hansein’s mouth.

“Sis, your hand is warm. The blanket is cold.”

Slowly pulling her hand closer.

Hansein’s hand was cold.

He knew because she had held it tightly recently.

Conversely, Han Seyeon’s body was hot like the sun.

Naturally fiery, today it burned even more passionately.

Sweat droplets might trickle down his cheeks.

“Hu… It’s warm…”

Feeling good, Hansein’s lips formed a smile.

His languid eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

Her hand resting on his stomach remained stiff, unsure what to do.

Is it okay to touch?

Is it permissible to touch?

3 years apart, siblings.

If they were from different households, there would have been a burst of anger.

However, such questions did not exist in Han Seyeon’s mind.

She only felt the softness and coolness of his belly fat that had not yet turned prickly.

Small.

His physique itself was small, so it was a natural statement.

Slightly exaggerating, if Han Seyeon extended her hand to the end, it was enough to cover her abdomen.

The delicate hand trembled.

A cold sensation transmitted through her palm.

From the soft fat to his rising warmth.

Her cautious hand began to move by desire.

“Hmm…”

A startle.

Her moving hand froze like a caught thief.

Han Seyeon, who was being vigilant, gradually got consumed by desire.

Each time she moved her hand, she felt the smooth and delicate touch of her skin. As she gently brushed past, a tingling sensation made her body lightly shiver, responding to her actions.

Having never touched a man’s body before, Han Seyeon felt curiosity for the first time, momentarily forgetting responsibility.

Heading towards the path that desire loudly proclaimed, she swept her hand down and moved again.

“I miss Dad.”

“…!”

Exploring the man’s body, within the situation of fulfilling her desires, was a sentence etched in Han Seyeon’s heart.

“Dad had gentle hands… Whenever I had an upset stomach, he would always stroke me like this, right?”

“That… yeah.”

“Do you remember?”

“Mm, I remember.”

Han Seyeon tightly shut her eyes. To the point of forgetting what answer she gave, a sense of guilt began to emerge deep within her heart.

Rooted in familial love, memories of the past took shape, as she explored her younger brother’s body, fulfilling her desires.

Colder than any winter, a harsh reality. A strong blizzard swept through Han Seyeon’s heart, tormenting her with a pounding chest like a heartbeat.

Just now. What have I done? How dare I, against my younger brother…

This shouldn’t be happening. Of course not. This should not be happening among family members. How…

“Hmm?”

“Enough. It’s over.”

Han Seyeon forced an awkward smile. She concluded it was her own mishap, but his expression seeped into her sight.

“Is that so…?”

“Why…”

“I was feeling good though.”

A startle. As Han Seyeon tried to get up from her seat, her body trembled. With a hint of regret, she licked her lips and gazed into the distance as if reminiscing about something in the past.

However, only strange sounds echoed in Han Seyeon’s ears, reigniting the catalyst.

“Thinking of Dad… made me feel good…”

Becoming a dagger named guilt, it deeply pierced her heart.

Oh. Her younger brother longed for the past to the extent of reminiscing about their father, while I, I…

“I’ll go to the bathroom.”

She harbored such feelings towards her brother.

“Okay. Go ahead. I’ll clean up the ice.”

Han Seyeon hurriedly left the place as if fleeing, heading towards the restroom.

“Sigh… Ugh…”

She spat out curses in her mind. Sitting on the toilet, she grabbed her head as if tearing it apart. A subtle headache crept in, but compared to the pain felt in her chest, it was nothing.

The reason for her self-loathing.

“Ugh… Damn it…”

With a heated lower abdomen and uncomfortable underwear, and seeing Han Seyeon’s disappointed expression, it was because she wanted to say, “Shall we continue a bit more?” Her chin was raised to the brink, ready to speak out, but the words couldn’t come out, entangled by thoughts of her father. It turned into a thorn, only causing her further distress.