“Ugh… You’re not seriously asking me to do this, right? I absolutely won’t do it.”

    “Ah. I don’t like this either.”

    Who lives a life enjoying this kind of thing?

    If the brother who listed his advantages knew that his flaw was liking this, he would have hesitated a bit.

    No… why do you like this?

    Thinking of it as a fetish is a bit repulsive.

    Why do you like what’s left after digestion?

    “…This.”

    “I don’t want to. I won’t show you. You’re talking nonsense.”

    “No. I didn’t say anything.”

    I even dislike urine.

    What is that? Why do you like dirty things?

    It’s not like we’re at an age where elementary school kids go ‘Wow’ when they see someone’s bodily functions.

    “Sigh… Let’s stop. It’s hard.”

    Why am I looking for this?

    He was browsing through various fetishes to find something new to enjoy.

    What are we doing here on this trip?

    That’s right. I said that. Fool.

    “Armpits… want to try?”

    “Ugh. Why would you do such a dirty thing?”

    “Maybe just cleaning the armpits would be okay. It seems pretty every time I see it.”

    “Why is that pretty…”

    It’s a bit bewildering.

    It’s because there are people who go crazy over this that it’s categorized like this.

    “It’s not discolored, completely white and pretty. It looks like a part connecting the arms and torso. It doesn’t seem like a sweaty place.”

    “Oh my. Don’t compliment the armpit. Strange hobbies are satisfied with stockings.”

    At this rate, soon armpits will be exposed, and even urine will be shown… Ugh. I don’t want that.

    “Hmm. I still prefer stockings.”

    “You look like a pervert… but if that’s all, I’ll let it slide. If that was your taste, I would’ve really worried. Stockings… I like them too.”

    “Indeed… our wife is the best. Thank you. I’ll work hard.”

    The brother wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my belly.

    “I know better than anyone that I’m good at working hard… Should we give the baby lots of love?”

    “Yeah yeah. Got it.”

    I decided to stop looking for fetishes while patting his head.

    He’s good at answering and executing things.

    Certainly… growing up while receiving love.

    Both I and the brother will give infinite love to the baby so that they can grow up properly without wavering.

    ***

    “I’m back!”

    We finished our trip at the hotel.

    Although we only went to the pool in the middle of the night due to the strange atmosphere that was created every night, it was enough to stay in the hotel room.

    It’s confirmed.

    It feels like it wouldn’t be believable if it wasn’t confirmed.

    It seems like my body has become healthier with only protein.

    My skin also feels somewhat bouncy.

    “Hehe….”

    Brother seems to have slimmed down.

    “You worked hard~ Our dad shouldn’t get tired already.”

    “I’m hungry….”

    “Yeah yeah. I’ll prepare it right away.”

    As expected, meat is the answer for people.

    Even if it’s delicious, for my brother, nothing beats tonkatsu.

    Actually, during the 5 nights and 6 days at the hotel, every time we ate, my brother complained that the tonkatsu was insufficient, so he immediately went to the mart after arriving home, filled the cart with tonkatsu, and arrived home straight away.

    “Thickly cut? Or… a different flavor?”

    “The usual. My favorite.”

    “Opinions received~”

    Brother likes it thick but not as thick as Japanese style.

    He prefers something crispy on the outside and slightly soft inside, wanting to feel the texture of the meat in the middle.

    There’s a reason he buys good quality salt instead of sauce to eat with it.

    There are good salts, and there are even salts that cost tens of thousands of won.

    The pursuit of taste may vary, but for my brother, all he needs is the right salt for tonkatsu.

    Just because it’s labeled as premium doesn’t mean it’s used for every dish; in reality, calling it tonkatsu-exclusive salt would be more appropriate.

    “Sigh….”

    “Oh. Are you done? It’ll be ready in a bit~”

    While my brother showers, the tonkatsu just needs to be fried, and it’s done.

    I’ve made so much tonkatsu that it feels like I should start selling them soon.

    Fast pace. And the taste has captivated everyone.

    “Hmm… been waiting for this.”

    “You were craving it that badly?”

    “Yes. Of course. Food tastes best when you make it yourself.”

    “Hehe. That’s a good answer.”

    As I bring the tonkatsu to the table, my brother eagerly picks up his fork and knife, as if he’s been waiting for this moment.

    “Mmm~”

    The exclamation of delight upon tasting it and the genuine smile that follows are truly priceless.

    There’s a joy in cooking.

    “Babies born this way will probably love tonkatsu too.”

    “Well, if my child likes tonkatsu, then I’m happy.”

    Having tonkatsu after a long time, the thick cut I made reminds me of its true flavor.

    Most tonkatsu out there is thinly sliced.

    Well, making them thicker takes a bit longer and might pose a price issue for others, but that’s not why I do it.

    “Mmm… delicious. This is the taste.”

    Well… even calculating just the monthly tonkatsu expenses would roughly match other food costs, but we’re not concerned about other living expenses.

    The gaming console… well, I bought it a while back and have been using it without issues, no loans or anything like that.

    In summer, it’s the electricity bill for the air conditioning, and in winter, it’s for heating. That’s about it.

    I’m at an age where my health insurance costs are a bit high, but the initial insurance payment has already been taken care of.

    When you add up insurance costs, they can get quite significant.

    “Not eating?”

    “Oh. I was just calculating something in my head. I was wondering how much initial capital we’d need before raising a baby.”

    “Hmm… how much did we receive as wedding gifts?”

    “We didn’t check. There were two boxes there.”

    I wondered why there were two boxes, but considering the number of guests, it made sense.

    Inside, there were several ten-thousand-won bills or maybe some congratulatory envelopes, but since we put money in the envelopes, they must have felt quite thick.

    “Mmm… that was delicious. It was really nice after a long time.”

    “I guess we can’t afford hobbies like camping.”

    “Huh? Why?”

    After finishing the meal, she approaches the boxes.

    “Hehe. How were you planning to make tonkatsu while camping? Bring a whole pot of oil?”

    “…Okay. I folded.”

    “…? Seriously.”

    “Nah, just kidding. I won’t buy such things.”

    A woman has a man’s hobby of being considerate.

    If you happen to meet a man who plays golf, fishes, and camps when you’re dating, well… that’s not ideal.

    When you consider the prices of golf clubs, fishing rods, and camping gear, they’re quite substantial.

    You could call it a luxury hobby.

    Or perhaps blame the equipment rather than your own skills.

    Camping involves creating a more authentic camping atmosphere and buying additional items.

    “How much does a tent cost for camping?”

    “Oh, come on. Camping… it’s just a fantasy.”

    I’ve heard that with golf clubs, once the price reaches a certain point, the way the ball flies becomes unpredictable.

    “Sigh….”

    As for fishing rods… that’s more about user error.

    Even my dad has been using his fishing rod well. With proper maintenance, a fishing rod can last a long time.

    So, let’s get back to camping.

    It’s about wanting this and that, which is what camping is all about.

    Golf clubs or fishing rods were just tucked away in the bag, even in the trunk; camping gear had already surpassed a separate bag, starting from the tent.

    Bro, we should switch your car to a van like Hyejin unnie, not a sedan.

    If you start dreaming of car camping and lay a hand on a camper van…

    As expected, games are the best. Once you get a good computer, you use it for a long time.

    Since my brother acknowledges it’s not the equipment’s fault but his own, he’ll probably use it longer.

    “Uh, should we check our congratulatory money?”

    “…Open it.”

    Suddenly kneeling down, my brother quickly stood up and opened the box containing the congratulatory money.

    “Huh?”

    “Wow… that’s a lot.”

    Who on earth…

    Why would someone put in this much money?

    “Gee… so many people here.”

    There were numerous names listed in the guestbook.

    I don’t know most of them.

    “Oh. These are people we know. Well, not me, but our parents know them.”

    “I see…”

    Names were accompanied by the amount of congratulatory money.

    “…What’s with this thick one.”

    It was wrapped in the kind of envelope used when withdrawing money from the bank, taped up.

    “Oh, seriously.”

    “Huh? Sorry?”

    Oh. It’s not the ‘brother’ referring to my brother.

    “Look at this instead of ‘brother.’”

    “Hmm… quite thick… a thousand won?”

    Forcing open the envelope to check its contents, there was a bundle of unfamiliar thousand-won bills.

    “And… this. The name.”

    On the thick envelope, ‘Lee Ji-hyuk, big brother’ was written in small letters.

    “Oh…”

    “Why are they giving this much?”

    “But… isn’t it a good thing?”

    “What’s good about it! It’s so heavy, it’s hard even to take it to the bank!”

    This size is too big to hold in one hand. I’ll give it to unnie later anyway, no matter how much it is.

    “No. This is a million won.”

    “…Huh?”

    Ten thousand won if it’s ten bills. …A hundred thousand if it’s a hundred bills.

    This is… a thousand bills?

    “Oh… huh… uh??”

    Should I go and say something like that?

    “I should go say hi sometime. By the way, they’re getting married soon, right?”

    “…I should probably return it.”

    A million won… even though it’s a thousand won, it’s still a million.

    It’s the first time I’ve received such a large sum of money from my brother.

    “Oh, right.”

    “Yeah?”

    Thinking about the wedding reminds me of something.

    “I’m going to visit Sua unnie. Remember last time at the wedding, how the unnies kept chasing me around, trying to set me up with each other?”

    “Mm~ Got it.”

    Although I joked that the unnies would shine brighter than the bride, now my face seems to overflow with self-confidence to the point where I might have become a narcissist.

    Because my brother always says I’m pretty and cute, my ears have been opened.

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