episode_0193

…Not bad.

Unlike before when she only lurked gloomily in the background, plotting to steal someone away, Lee Jiyun is now openly showing jealousy in front of her sister for the first time.

Unlike before when she only reacted in a soft, flustered manner, Lee Hayun is now showing a somewhat firm side to her younger sister for the first time.

“Thanks for the meal, unnie.” “Glad you liked it. I was worried it might not suit your taste.” “I told you, I eat pretty much anything given to me.” “…Ahaha…” “Ah, no. Does that sound weird? I mean… it was really delicious. Seriously.” “I-It’s fine. I won’t misunderstand or anything…”

And then.

Hayun didn’t strongly react to Jiyun’s blatant provocation earlier,

and considering how she had just soaked the bed thoroughly while leaving her sister outside,

there’s one rather satisfying conclusion to be drawn.

…That she’s accepting her sister’s jealousy in a risqué way with a not-bad sense of her own.

Not bad.

All of it.

I like how things are flowing.

“I’ll clean up. You rest.” “Ah… Umm… Are you sure…?” “Of course. I just sat there and ate, after all.”

But that’s as far as it goes for now.

She’s accepting it in a not-bad way, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s fully enjoying it yet.

At this stage, it’s just like placing prepared ingredients on a plate.

There’s still a long way to go.

With an amused smile, I stand up before Hayun does.

If she had truly awakened to such tastes, she wouldn’t have hesitated at cheap provocations—she would’ve even provoked Jiyun in return.

For example, doing something lewd with me right in front of her.

Or locking herself in the room with me again, leaving everything to the imagination.

Something like that.

But unfortunately, Hayun hasn’t yet mustered that much of a wicked heart.

What I want right now is a Hayun who can pleasurably accept her sister’s jealousy.

…Her reactions suggest the possibility is definitely there,

but it’s too early to be satisfied, so I’d like to cook things a little further.

Call it simmering, if you will. A rough metaphor, but it fits.

And for that, the most important ingredient is,

undoubtedly,

“…I’ll help. Me too.”

Jiyun.

Whether she’s genuinely jealous of her sister,

…or just putting on a convincing act—

even I’m starting to get a little confused.

The outcome will depend on how much of that delightful jealousy she can stir in Hayun.

“No need. The sink’s small, and there’s barely anything to clean.” “Ah…”

I coldly dismiss Jiyun as she approaches with quick steps, then carry the empty dishes to the sink.

For now, it’s best to avoid friendly conversations with her in front of Hayun’s watchful eyes.

If I had to list the essentials for fostering a fun dynamic later,

it’d be:

1. Hayun and Jiyun’s relationship not being too bad. 2. Hayun eventually enjoying Jiyun’s jealousy.

That’s about it.

To achieve that, I maintain a consistently aloof demeanor as I place the pot in the empty sink.

“Want me to cheer you on or something?” “Just go sit on the couch.”

I answer dryly to her uncharacteristic offer of “cheering” and turn on the faucet.

But maybe she didn’t like that.

As I rinse the dishes under the cold running water, Jiyun starts tapping my calf with the tip of her foot.

…I wish she’d at least get the hint.

It doesn’t hurt, but it’s distracting.

“You want me to sit alone with unnie right now? Are you kidding?” “…Go sit. I’ll join you soon.” “I’d still have something to say even if you slapped me right now, what the—!” “Sit. Down.”

Hayun, who had already settled on the couch far away, starts fiddling with the remote.

I lower my voice so only Jiyun can hear, whispering covertly. Her expression shifts rapidly.

First, a disgusted look, as if she’d bitten into a bug—apparently hating the idea of sitting with her sister.

Next, a pensive look, like she’s deep in thought.

Finally, a faint, smug little smirk.

A silent acknowledgment that she’s understood my meaning.

“…Sigh…”

Witch.

The moment her future codename crosses my mind, Jiyun exhales loudly—as if for an audience—and plops down on the couch.

“…Why are you watching the news during prime time? It’s so boring.” “They were talking about that terrorist incident from a few days ago, so…” “Whatever, give me the remote.” “Ah…”

Despite the recent tension between them that she herself mentioned,

they bicker over the dull programming.

“…It’s Friday night, why is there nothing good on?”

Panels laughing boisterously.

“Jiyun, you don’t even know what’s on TV these days. …You’re always gaming.”

What sounds like a fishing show, with the murmur of a river.

“Still, if you flip through the channels, you’ll find something… Ugh, this is why Netflix—”

An announcer’s crisp pronunciation.

The channels change in less than a second.

By the time the few dishes are done,

“…Should we just watch this?” “A movie?” “Unnie, have you seen this?” “…Not sure. I don’t really watch Japanese films…” “I haven’t, so I want to. …Oh, and—”

After a pointless question,

“Seo Jinwoo. What about you? Seen this?”

My name slips in.

As if I’m a natural fixture between the two.

“It’s a sad movie, right? The one where they age backward.” “What, how do you know? …Did you watch it with an ex?” “Hey. Jiyun…” “When you’re home alone, you run out of things to do, so you end up watching movies or YouTube.” “…Guys don’t usually watch stuff like this.” “I just happened to see it. Don’t believe me? Fine.” “Hmm…”

The movie on TV, as I dry my hands, is a romance film that was popular over a decade ago.

By now, it’s probably a “ten-minus-some-years-ago” kind of movie.

I didn’t seek it out myself—Yozora recommended it once during a lazy day at the hideout, saying it was fun.

And I remember it because we watched it together on a tablet the day I forcibly kept her from leaving.

I also remember thinking she was insane because she sobbed through it even though it was her second time watching.

She’d said something like, Japanese romance films are hundreds of times better than Korean ones, just to needle me.

Well,

it’s a meaningless memory now.

“If you want to watch it, go ahead. I don’t remember much, so it’s fine.” “Never mind. Why watch something sad right now?” “Then go play games in your room. Unnie and I will take the TV.” “…No?” “What’s your problem—” “If I leave you two alone, you’ll just have sex again.” “…”

Whatever the movie’s plot,

whatever’s currently playing on TV,

none of that matters.

What does matter is:

“The couch is already filthy with unnie’s sweat and your cum, or spit, or whatever… It’s disgusting to look at, you know?” “…” “And I hate hearing unnie’s moans leaking from the room… Ugh…”

Showing Hayun Jiyun’s increasingly blatant jealousy.

“Hey, what are you—?!” “Jinwoo, wait—”

Between Jiyun and Hayun,

in the perfect gap for one person to slip into,

instead of me, who just arrived,

I gently push Hayun—who had been glued to the armrest—into the middle.

Thud. I take her former seat.

“…”

On Hayun’s pale thighs, exposed under her dolphin shorts,

I rest our interlaced hands.

To Jiyun, who’s scowling while pressed against her sister’s side,

I make our relationship clear.

…And I let Hayun see Jiyun’s expression—

like a cat with its fur bristling.

Let Hayun see her sister’s ears burning red.

Don’t even think about climbing over her.

Taking Hayun’s side.

Because this is far more important than whatever’s on TV right now.

“If you’re just sitting there, give me the remote. I’ll find something.” “…No. I’ll do it…” “…”

Hayun doesn’t speak, only tightens her grip on our interlaced fingers.

Beside her, Jiyun aggressively flips through channels, her displeasure obvious.

From my perspective, knowing what’s filling her head, I can’t help but think, Isn’t your acting a bit too sloppy?

But as the TV screen flickers through channels,

Hayun subtly leans her weight against me.

Seeing that,

I don’t think there’s any need to worry.

“…”

In that case,

let’s push a little further.

Even if Hayun dislikes it,

I can use the mood as an excuse.

Just a little.

…A gamble.

“Watching the news? You said you didn’t want to earlier.” “…Just leave it. The weather forecast’s on.” “There were a few variety shows earlier. Wouldn’t those be better?” “Just watch it, idiot.”

While bickering lightly with Jiyun across a tight-lipped Hayun,

I slowly slide our interlaced hands further up her soft thighs.

Of course, I don’t want to do anything too obvious, so I take it slow.

At a speed where she could stop me anytime.

Gently.

Her reaction is faint.

Just a slight twitch of her thighs—nothing more.

She could’ve pushed my hand away.

Or scratched the back of my hand to tell me to stop.

But there’s no resistance.

…In fact,

I start noticing Hayun’s adorable attempts at damage control.

Like how she’s pointlessly trying to hide our hands by resting her tiny fist on her other thigh.

Hayun-ah.

Your sister is right there, glancing at your thighs. Do you really not feel it?

…Trying to hide it so clumsily just makes it obvious we’re doing something shady, dummy.

Or maybe you haven’t noticed yet?

Jiyun.

Earlier, she was too busy hissing like a cat,

but now she’s watching us with an extremely intrigued expression.

“…Rain. Doesn’t look like it’ll fall tomorrow.” “…Who cares? We’re staying home all weekend anyway. You, and unnie.” “True.” “…You perverts. Seriously…” “…” “Is sex the only thing on your minds…? Ugh…”

What am I going to do with her?

Amused by these mischievous thoughts, I flex my fingers slightly. Hayun’s thighs tense under my touch, and she shivers lightly.

…I didn’t even expect this much of a reaction.

Her thighs aren’t even an erogenous zone, but she’s responding well.

Probably because her sister is sitting right beside her, close enough to touch.

The only downside is that she seems to be enjoying the thrill more than the dominance…

But it doesn’t matter.

This is just a transitional phase.

“…Let’s switch to something else, Jiyun.” “…Like what?” “What I said earlier. A variety show or something.” “…Wait a sec.”

For a while, I enjoy the softness of Hayun’s thighs under my fingertips.

Then, as Jiyun clicks the remote (beep, beep), I move my hand further inward—more boldly this time.

For the first time, Hayun’s grip tightens.

Not here.

Jiyun’s right next to us.

Of course I understand.

I can feel her pulse thudding through our joined hands—how could I not?

But just because I understand,

doesn’t mean I have to nod along.

“…Unnie.” “…” “…We talked about this, right? Keeping Jiyun from climbing over you.” “…” “…It’ll be even more effective if she sees it up close.” “…”

Despite the variety show now playing, my eyes stay fixed elsewhere.

I keep my voice as low as possible. Jiyun might catch snippets, but it doesn’t matter.

If she overhears and reacts later, that’ll just set up another fun scenario.

“…I won’t do anything too weird.” “…” “…You trust me, right?” “…”

I press my words into Hayun’s already-warm ear and slide my hand lower.

This time, her resistance is even weaker.

Even as my knuckles brush the inside of her opposite thigh, she doesn’t tense to stop me—just bows her head, flustered.

…But,

if she reacts like this,

“…Unnie.” “Y-Yeah?”

Jiyun will notice.

“What are you two doing?” “I-It’s nothing… Just…”

Did she not think this far ahead?

Or—

was she just squeezing her eyes shut, thinking she’d been caught?

Or maybe—

“…W-What’s weird about it? I’m just… doing skinship with my boyfriend…”

Despite squirming under my touch like a pervert,

she’s trying to act natural in front of her sister.

“…”

I curl my lips into a smile and squeeze Hayun’s hand.

…Because,

I can’t help but laugh.

“Did I say you were being weird? I asked what you two were doing.” “…Skinship.” “…Ah. I see. Mhm. So unnie’s the kind of pervert who offers her thighs to her boyfriend in front of her sister.” “…”

Jiyun—

even if it’s just acting—

was glaring at her sister with an extremely satisfying expression.