episode_0101

Fortunately, my name was easily cleared.

The only proof we had that we weren’t real siblings was our appearance. There was nothing that could be presented as evidence other than visible elements such as face, body shape, and body hair.

However, Seol Iseom and Park Ayoung believed Ji Soo’s words.

He seemed to immediately believe the story that he had been abandoned in a sinkhole when he was young, and that his parents happened to take in the abandoned child and raise him.

So, all the way to Da-hye’s house, I wanted to ask.

‘Do I look that different from Jisoo?’… .

But in the end, I couldn’t say that question.

Whether viewed objectively or subjectively, the difference is clear. Even though my face score has grown dramatically from 42 to 49, the difference won’t seem that big to people who are playing in the 80s or higher to begin with.

Beep–. Beep–. Beep–.

Ayoung went out by pressing the password on the door lock.

When the front door opened, Jisoo, who was standing next to me, muttered softly.

“eww… . The smell of alcohol… … . “How much alcohol have you had?”

Jisoo covered the tip of her nose with her hand and frowned, and I tried to sniff it too.

But there was no particular smell of alcohol.

It seemed that Jisoo, who had more sensitive senses than me, smelled the alcohol first.

As I entered the house, I saw a messy living room.

A sofa, a low table, and the floor in the living room.

There were liquor bottles strewn everywhere.

The amount was so large that it was difficult to even guess how many bottles there were at a glance.

Alcohol was even leaking out of some of the overturned bottles and soaking the floor.

Dahye was lying on the sofa.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, with his eyes closed and one leg lowered under the sofa.

Black underwear was visible between her wide open legs.

The black cotton t-shirt was rolled up more than halfway, highlighting her uniquely slim upper body and the H-shaped piercing in her navel.

＂Dahye… … .＂

Feeling sorry, I gently lifted Bae Da-hye up and sat her on the sofa.

Dahye was still unable to come to her senses.

It seemed like he didn’t even know that I was supporting his body.

At that time, Park A-young started organizing the living room using her skills without saying a word.

A large water droplet floated in the center of the living room, and a stream of water from the droplet swept over Dahye and the living room.

There was no longer any dirt left where Ayoung’s skill swept over.

All traces of the alcohol that had been soaking the floor and Da-hye’s clothes and skin had disappeared.

“It’s a very practical skill.”

It was Seoliseom.

She had only taken a few steps from the front door into the house, and was muttering with her head stuck out.

Seoliseom didn’t try to come close to me.

After listening to Jisoo’s words, he accepted the task of escorting me, but he just watched his surroundings from a distance the entire way here.

“ha… … . My brother left her lying in her room. Let’s start from here first.”

Jisoo grunted as she picked up a bottle of alcohol lying around.

There are times when I get annoyed and ask why he wants to go to that married woman, and when this happens, I step forward and put the house in order.

I don’t know whose sister she is, but she is a really nice person.

“Please help me too.”

“… … me? why me?”

Seoliseom frowned and looked irritated.

“Then are you going to keep standing there?”

“My job is to protect you. “Unless the Amazons appear, I have no obligation to move.”

“ha… . is it so.”

Jisoo sighed and started tidying up the living room with Ayoung.

I carefully picked Dahye up so as not to wake her and headed to the bedroom.

“brother.”

“… … uh?”

As I walked to the bedroom, I stopped and looked back.

“Have you been here before? “Can you immediately tell where the bedroom is?”

I thought, Oops.

Is it because I decided on a direction too naturally?

Jisoo was looking at me with eyes full of suspicion.

＂Ah…the apartment structures are all similar… . Just by looking at it, it looks like a bedroom?”

“okay? I… again… . The place in my brother’s photo is similar to the wallpaper in this house… … . I thought this was the place where the three of us took videos and photos without my knowledge… … . I guess that’s not the case again?”

“… … .＂

As I stood silently, unable to say anything,

Jisoo sighed, let out a dry laugh, and started organizing the bottles again.

“Who.. I’ll lay you down and come out?”

“… … .＂

I entered Da-hye’s bedroom while looking at Ji-soo’s notice.

As I entered the bedroom, memories of playing 3P here in the past came to mind.

The bed where Park A-young opened her pussy and waited for him to fuck her.

While Bae Da-hye and Park A-young were kissing with their stomachs pressed against each other, I remember dipping and pulling out my dick from the overlapping pussies one by one.

I carefully laid Da-hye down on the bed where the memories of that threesome remained.

And, unable to get up right away, he looked down at Da-hye in a position just before attacking her.

As expected, it is a face that would be a waste to cover up with sunglasses.

Jisoo, Ayoung, and Seol Iseom all have very pretty faces, but Dahye’s face is the most famous face.

It’s a face that looks like it’s going to walk down a red carpet while being showered with flashing cameras.

“It looks like you cried a lot… .＂

As I slowly wiped away the dry tear stains around her eyes, Dahye slowly opened her eyes.

He looks up at me with light-colored eyes.

Because I was looking at his face, our eyes met.

Our gazes became intertwined and we looked at each other in silence for a long time.

＂Mr. Jiham… … .＂

The voice calling my name was weak.

The scent of alcohol was mixed with his breath, and his expression was filled with anxiety and fear.

I suddenly opened my eyes and was startled, but

Without showing any signs of surprise, I stroked Da-hye’s face as if comforting her.

“Why did you drink so much?”

＂Mr. Jiham?＂

“You should have called me instead. Then we would have drank together.”

“… … “Why did you come?”

I smiled at the voice that sounded like I was crying.

“Because you’re worried?”

“I finally made up my mind… … .＂

＂Organizing it… . Are you sure you weren’t planning on seeing me anymore?”

“… … .＂

Bae Da-hye opened her mouth as if she was trying to say something, but was unable to convey her meaning clearly with her voice.

What were you thinking, trying to sort me out?

I kissed him lightly and asked again.

“Do you not want to meet me now?”

“… … .＂

Dahye shook her head.

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like he hated me.

“Then why did you say that?”

“… … Because it’s all my fault. “I was punished because I was distracted.”

“… … .＂

“I thought my husband had changed his mind… . I guess it’s not because my husband wants to do it too… . You must have changed little by little without even realizing it… … . I, the person closest to him, didn’t even know that… … .＂

Tears began to fall from Dahye’s eyes.

The pitch of the voice becomes strange and it starts to sound excessively watery.

“I should have noticed… . I didn’t even know that and just threw it away… . I didn’t even tell him properly that it didn’t suit my taste… . I can’t even hug you… . I was just trying to satisfy my desires… … . I killed my husband… … … .＂

“What are you talking about.”

He spoke in a firm tone while stroking Dahye’s cheek.

“Why is it your fault? That’s why you killed him.”

“Ha..but… … .＂

“It’s not you that’s bad. The bad one is the villain who eroded Kim Cheol-soo’s spirit and eventually led to his death.”

“but… . If only I had looked after my husband a little more properly… . If you noticed something strange and asked people around you for help… . Because no one knows that person better than me… … . I should have… … .＂

＂Dahye. Humans don’t even know themselves. But how can you completely understand Kim Cheol-soo and find his faults?”

“… … .＂

“It couldn’t be helped. It’s like an appetizer. Don’t blame the sudden misfortune on yourself. Rather, you are also a victim.”

Da-hye began to sob at my words.

I hugged Dahye like I would comfort a small child.

Then Dahye hugged me tightly and buried her face in the crook of my neck.

“brother… … .＂

At that time, Jisoo opened the door and came into the living room.

He didn’t come out quickly so I thought he came in to check.

＂Okay… … . Ugh… … .＂

And when I saw Da-hye hugging me and crying sadly, I stopped in my tracks.

I raised my hand and appealed that it was an unavoidable situation.

“ha… … .＂

Jisoo sighed deeply, stroked her hair a few times, closed the door, and went out.

It seemed like it was okay to comfort Dahye until she calmed down.

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“… … .＂

After Jeong Ji-ham entered the room with a drunk woman,

We cleaned up the living room and sat together in the kitchen.

“therefore… … . Are you saying that the woman in there is Hunter Kim Cheol-soo’s wife?”

Jisoo nodded to my question.

“that’s right.”

“But why… … .＂

Before I could finish speaking, a faint sound, like a puppy grunting, tickled my ears.

Our sensitive sense of hearing picks up a woman’s voice when we don’t want to hear it.

That, no matter who heard it, was the voice of a woman who was having sex.

At first, I suspected that Jeong Ji-ham was forcibly raping a drunk woman, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

If that were the case, the woman wouldn’t have shouted things like ‘Be a little stronger!’ or ‘I like it!’

“Kim Cheol-soo Hunter’s wife… . why… . “Are you doing that with your brother?”

“Where should I start talking about this… .＂

Jisoo was tapping the table and choosing her words.

In the meantime, the sound of flesh clashing and the joyful sound of a woman crying like an animal were constantly flowing through the wall.