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It’s been 24 years since Jung Siwoo was born. Staying in a hotel with a woman is the second time for him.

But both times, the woman in question was Yoon Jiyoo. The reason was the same. Yoon Jiyoo drank, got drunk, and when I tried to send her home, she didn’t want to go.

If there’s a difference, this time I suggested we sleep together, but back then, Yoon Jiyoo told me to sleep and go.

No, come to think of it, there are a few more differences.

Back then, Yoon Jiyoo said she would shower first and went into the bathroom, and I just lay down on one of the beds without thinking and fell asleep. Yeah, there were two beds.

But today, there’s only one queen-size bed, and Yoon Jiyoo sent me to shower first. Is this the difference between a man and a woman?

I’m glad I had already recognized myself as a woman. If not, I would have spent a long time showering in this situation for sure.

I quickly washed my body with warm water, gently exfoliated my skin with foam, and thoroughly cleaned every nook and cranny with body shampoo.

Oops, I have to be careful not to touch any sensitive areas by mistake.

“Squeeeze—.”

When I went outside, Yoon Jiyoo was snoring with her mouth open.

She’s really ruining the image. When she followed me as Siwoo, she never showed such a relaxed appearance. It seems like some kind of strategy to let her guard down.

I quietly approached Yoon Jiyoo and tapped her shoulder. She was wearing only a camisole, having thrown off her blouse while sleeping, probably due to drinking and getting a fever.

“Sister?”

Even after tapping her a couple of times, there was no response, so I shook her shoulders.

“Ugh.”

I was suddenly pulled into bed by her arms. When I came to my senses, I was wrapped in a blanket and in Yoon Jiyoo’s embrace.

There’s a chest right in front of my face. It’s bigger than mine.

‘There’s a mole not just under the eye, but here too….’

What are you so excitedly looking at right now? I have to wake her up and hear her story.

I raised my head and used the king pudding that I couldn’t eat as a chin rest.

“Sister!”

Yoon Jiyoo didn’t respond to my calls. To confirm if she really passed out, there was only one option left.

I raised my hands, which still had some freedom left, and poked Yoon Jiyoo’s side.

Yoon Jiyoo’s body trembled and she shivered. This time, I playfully tickled her skin with my fingers, which were spread out, teasing her flesh. Thanks to Yoon Jiyoo taking off her blouse, the tickling sensation would be even more effective.

“Uh, heh. Heehee. Heeheehee!”

Unable to hold back any longer, Yoon Jiyoo pushed me away and rolled back.

“Hahaha. Ah, you really…!!”

“As expected, I knew you were awake….”

“How did you know?”

“Was being drunk also an act?”

Yoon Jiyoo quickly got up, washed her face, and kneeled next to me, lying down on her side, sneaking a glance at me.

I stayed still, wondering what she was up to, and then she placed my head on her thigh.

This is a common angle in the anime Yoon Jichang recommended.

‘Come to think of it, that guy… Does he know that his sister’s characteristics overlap with the heroine…?’

A big-chested sister with a mole under her eye. That was the characteristic of the heroine Yoon Jichang liked the most.

In the anime or manga that guy recommended, there were scenes where the heroine would use her knee as a pillow, so by doing this, the heroine’s face wouldn’t be covered by her chest.

In a way, you could say that his fantasy about his sister was directly incorporated. Since he couldn’t receive the love he wanted, he expressed it in a twisted way.

“Yeah. I lied. I wanted to sleep with you.”

“Why, why?”

Yoon Jiyu lifted her head slightly beyond her chest, which was blocking her view. With a flushed face, she let out a sigh and flashed a gentle smile.

“My younger sister… if I say she’s a substitute. Will you understand?”

Is this a melodramatic story of the early dawn? Let’s see what emotional story unfolds.

“Well… if that’s the case…”

I twisted my body slightly to move to the side, avoiding Yoon Jiyu’s chest to meet her gaze directly.

Being alone with a woman could make anyone’s heart race, but it was Yoon Jiyu of all people…

“That chest is probably less soft than Chaewon’s.”

I firmly held onto an assumption that only I could imagine, one that would never waver.

Maybe this way, Yoon Jiyu could withstand the torture of covering my face with her chest.

“I’ll go wash up quickly. Let’s talk a bit before going to sleep.”

“Okay.”

As I got up, Yoon Jiyu casually tossed aside the camisole she was wearing. Proudly, she revealed her figure with only a thin tank top on.

It’s big. But it’s not as good as Min Chaewon, and not as soft as Min Chaewon. So what?

Ignoring Yoon Jiyu casually undressing in front of me, I headed towards the fridge on one side.

Did Yoon Jiyu mention it? Beverages in the minibar and fridge at the hotel are chargeable. But today, Yoon Jiyu is the one paying.

Yay, the fridge is full of drinks. Juice and carbonated drinks. One of each should be enough.

“Thank you.”

But Yoon Jiyu took the orange juice I had taken out and walked away. Is she planning to drink juice while showering? I stared blankly, wondering if that was her plan, and she actually took the juice and went into the bathroom.

Is she really going to bathe?

Of course, it’s not late, but I won’t fall asleep deeply after an hour. I might have to turn on Netflix and pass the time.

“Should I have a drink…?”

No. Hold back. What’s good about pouring alcohol into a minor’s body? I must not forget that I got scolded by Kang Hwi for secretly drinking at the hotel before.

I can only choose one randomly from the recommended series and watch it while drinking my beverage. It should come out by itself while I roll around and drink.

“Damn it.”

It was really a bath.

I checked the time to see how late it was, and it took exactly an hour and 10 minutes.

Why bathe now? If you wanted to shave, you should have done it when you were alone at home.

“Sorry! I didn’t realize time had passed like this…!”

The bathroom door opened with a bang. Yoon Jiyu, wearing only a gown, appeared.

What is she trying to do? Is she trying to seduce a woman into a beauty trap? Could it be that Yoon Jiyu’s taste is more towards women than men?

Until just now, I hadn’t paid any attention, but when she appeared without any clothes on, I couldn’t calm down at all.

Could this be a trap? Did she lure me into the room to have a serious conversation and then plan to devour me?

“Um… why are you like that?”

I realized that I was crouching in the corner of the bed.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll put on clothes. I thought it was too late. Just wait a bit!”

Thank goodness. That wasn’t her intention.

I almost called 911. Why did she appear wearing only a gown? We’re not even that close yet.

‘Or… am I the only one who thinks that way?’

I feel like I’ve listened to Yoon Jiyu’s story too much. If I had known this would happen, I should have shown some reluctance. It’s my fault.

Yoon Jiyu, who had been busy getting dressed inside the bathroom, reappeared in a camisole and jeans, just like before she showered.

I didn’t intend to stay overnight, but coincidentally, I was wearing a t-shirt and 3/4 pants, so I didn’t have to worry about anything. It doesn’t matter if they get wrinkled or not.

“I’m sorry. I fell asleep while taking a bath.”

I wish you had realized that it was my fault for taking a bath. Maybe that’s asking for too much.

“I need to sort out my thoughts… before I say anything. Soaking in the tub for a bit… is enough.”

Yoon Jiyu, scratching her neck, approached the bed and lifted the blanket before lying down first.

“Come here? You don’t have to be so cautious. I won’t do anything.”

Even though her words made me more suspicious, I decided to trust her since I had come in wearing clothes. Of course, I should keep in mind the possibility of suddenly pushing me away with force and running away.

I cautiously slipped into the blanket that Yoon Jiyu had lifted for me. As I lay down next to her, she reached out her arm towards me. It was a signal.

Leaning my head on her arm, facing Yoon Jiyu as we lay down, she smiled while stroking my forehead.

“It reminds me of the old days.”

“The old days…?”

“Yeah. With Dawn. We used to lie down like this every night, chatting until we fell asleep. Oh, I haven’t told you my name yet, right? My sister, Dawn. Jin Saeyul.”

Although I already knew from Yoon Jichang, I nodded my head as if hearing it for the first time.

“Back then, I didn’t know we would suddenly part ways like that. I knew Dad was capricious. But abandoning the child he brought to raise is really too much.”

“Abandon…ment?”

Yoon Jichang said. This was Yoon Jiyu’s typical tactic, a kind of ant hell to raise a girl like her maid.

But would she tell such a story to someone she wanted to treat as a maid? Even to her own father. Would she even dare to tarnish the name of Yoon Gwanchul, a world-renowned violinist?

Yoon Jiyu’s hand, which had been stroking my forehead, now gently caressed my cheek.

“This is because you’re kind and pretty like Dawn… that’s why I do this. It’s our secret. You must never tell anyone… okay?”

It seems like the story Yoon Jichang heard is coming up again. I thought so and nodded my head.

But being the eldest sister and the firstborn. Yoon Jiyu knew more than I thought.

“Dawn was abandoned. Because she couldn’t meet Dad’s expectations.”

“Expectations…?”

“Yeah.”

Yoon Jiyu let out a long sigh, furrowing her brow and putting anger in her voice.

“Dad’s dream was to create the world’s best violin-piano duet. He wanted his unfulfilled dream to be fulfilled by his children.”

Listening to that story, a picture naturally formed in my mind.

Yoon Jiyu, who played at the level of 2nd place in the Paganini Competition with her exquisite performance. Yoon Jichang, who was superior to me in talent alone.

They could have been a great duet, but their relationship was bad, and Yoon Jichang didn’t even like the piano.

“Was Dawn… a piano player?”

So Yoon Gwanchul adopted a child who had no interest in it.

“Yeah.”