Yoon Se-ah was able to sleep deeply for the first time in ages.
She awoke with great difficulty from a cozy, hazy bliss so profound she couldn't even remember the last time she'd slept this peacefully.
"Hng..."
Thinking about how deeply she'd slept that even drool had leaked out, she absentmindedly wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand and felt her face stiffen up.
"Did I sleep too long? Why does my skin feel so tight..."
After days on end of writhing in unquenched lust, she wanted to savor this hazy sweetness just a little longer.
Like a well-fed cat, she curled up into a ball and turned her head to the side, only for something soft and plush to brush against her face.
"Hngm...?"
She tried to brush away the mysterious thing emanating a musky scent yet carrying a faint human warmth, but it kept flopping back.
"What the hell..."
Yoon Se-ah forced her crusty eyelids open to check what was touching her face.
There it was—a long, massive slab of flesh hanging limp like it'd been burned white, crusted over with dried semen, love juices, and all sorts of bodily fluids.
In other words, a dick.
"H-Hiiieeeek??!!"
A scream burst from her lips, one she'd never even let out when she'd been flung into a building by a massive monster's tail.
She bolted upright like she'd touched something filthy, panting as she checked the pervert's face.
"I-Ihyeon?"
Yoon Se-ah looked around in confusion.
This wasn't her cramped, trash-filled room. It was a tidy yet stark apartment, sparsely furnished in a way that screamed "bachelor pad."
It was the living room of the boy-next-door she'd secretly harbored feelings for.
"Wh-Why...? Why??!!"
Her mind reeled at the sight of the boy-next-door buck naked, asleep with his head pillowed on her lap. She clutched her hair like she wanted to rip it out.
Then she felt a heavy weight at her chest.
"Uh, uhn??"
Slowly lowering her gaze, she saw her bare breasts—never once exposed to any man—spilling out of her dress and jiggling.
Even more shocking was her skirt hiked up to her waist and her lower half completely bare to the cool air.
"Kk?!"
That did it—the sharp pain she'd been ignoring, from losing her virginity, came crashing back.
Yoon Se-ah barely swallowed a scream that nearly escaped, burying her face in the sofa.
"Haa, haa, haa."
Clutching her lower belly and curling up tight, she took deep breaths until the dull ache between her legs started to ease into something tolerable.
Her violet eyes, now grasping the situation, trembled like there was an earthquake, gradually coloring with ecstasy and shame.
'I'm insane! Totally lost it! Yoon Se-ah! You... you couldn't hold back and jumped him?!'
She'd endured five long years holed up in her room to prevent exactly this kind of disaster.
And yet, she'd screwed up anyway.
The biggest issue was that she'd pounced on the kind younger brother who'd always taken good care of a mess like her.
And not even in the pretty, dreamlike way she'd fantasized countless times.
"K-Kuhhhh!!!!"
Memories of herself howling like a bitch in heat kept flooding back, making her want to crawl into a hole and die.
Her clashing emotions—shame, guilt, gratitude, joy—tangled into a glitchy mess before suddenly calming.
"Yeah. Time to bolt."
Yoon Se-ah hurriedly tried to pull down her sweat-soaked dress, but spotted her underwear scattered on the floor. Her face burned like it might explode.
She snatched them up before Kang Ihyeon could see, but they were drenched in sweat and fluids—way too gross to wear as-is.
"It's just next door. It'll be fine for a quick run."
She resolved to tidy her clothes and flee home.
She yanked her dress down to cover her breasts and was pulling the hem to hide her lower half, sticky with cum and juices, when a voice she absolutely shouldn't hear rang out.
"Mmm... hm...? Sis? You're up?"
Yoon Se-ah froze mid-motion, skirt half-down.
Every bodily function shut down; she couldn't even remember how she'd been breathing.
"Ah, crap... I passed out just like this."
Kang Ihyeon looked down at his own messy body—he'd conked out post-sex just like her—and felt awkward.
Then he spotted his sister trying to fix her gray urban dress, blotched with sweat and fluids.
"Sis, that's filthy. You gonna wear it like that? Just strip and shower. I'll grab some clothes from home."
"Sh-Sh-Shower?! Shower?!"
She stammered like a broken radio.
He itched to smack that pale, uncovered ass, but seeing her flustered decided he should hold back.
'Maybe a smack to snap her out of it?'
Now a man who'd shed his virginity, Kang Ihyeon gave in to instinctual mischief and slapped her ripe, juicy ass.
Smack!
"Kyaaak?!"
Her sharp scream echoed through the living room—adorably cute—but he was more awed by the sticky, soft feel lingering on his palm.
"Whoa..."
"Whoa?! You said whoa?! Wh-What?! What the hell was that?!"
She hurriedly covered her ass, either fearing another hit or to hide her shame.
"Sorry, sis. Guys are just wired that way—see a girl's ass, gotta smack it."
"No guy on earth is wired like that?!"
He wanted to grab random dudes on the street and ask. Plenty would agree.
He got up from the sofa.
"Nngh..."
After three days of all-nighters and pounding like a beast in rut, fatigue hit with a groan.
"Sis, jokes aside—let's shower first. Can't go home like that, right?"
"Ah..."
She finally took stock of her state objectively.
Her disheveled hair, her mortifying disarray no one but family should see, the dress caked in fluids from their frenzy—it was too shameful to be seen like this.
"Th-Thanks for the help."
Her voice was meek as she expressed her gratitude.
"Yeah. Give me your clothes."
"Wh-Why?!"
"Gotta wash 'em."
Handing her soiled underwear and dress to a guy—a guy she liked—felt viscerally repulsive.
But she'd already shown him everything; what was there left to get uglier about? She resignedly stripped and handed them over.
Then bolted to the bathroom like a shot.
"Fast."
Hard to believe it was the same sister who always slouched like a shrimp.
For a moment, he recalled Purple Rose in battle with monsters.
Her brawling style clashed with her usual image.
Hard to fathom he'd pinned a physical powerhouse Magical Girl beneath him, fucked her screaming, made her squirt.
"Getting hard again."
At this rate, just looking at her face would stiffen him up. He shook off the lust and hurried to clean up.
He tidied the living room traces of their romp, started the laundry. Even after his shower, she hadn't emerged.
"They say long hair takes forever to wash. Guess it's true."
Unaware she was reliving clinging to him under the hot spray, writhing in shame and taking forever, he started prepping breakfast.
"Food first."
Shocking truths and dizzying first times be damned—he was starving.
No energy for anything fancy, so ramen, ham, scrambled eggs—easy stuff. That's when sis emerged.
"..."
Kang Ihyeon spotted her peeking from the kitchen corner like a wary stray cat, glaring.
"Hungry too, right, sis? Eat first."
Her eyes drifted to the ramen and sides on the table.
The famished stray finally sat, staring blankly—so damn cute.
'Nice! White dress shirt, dolphin pants. Perfect.'
No women's clothes at home, he'd said, handing her his picks—purely his tastes.
Dolphin pants? Bought 'em for her.
Her ample cleavage peeked through the shirt's gap; her freshly showered, plump thighs were dizzyingly hot.
"Ihyeon. Not eating?"
"Ah... y-yeah, let's eat."
Caught mid-stare at her figure while setting the table, she prodded—he couldn't take the hunger anymore.
Lust on hold; fill the stomach first. They ate quietly.
"Ramen broth... the bestttt!"
Warmed by the hot food, her tension melted; her dark-circled eyes crinkled in joy.
Gulping broth bowl-and-all was cute; he was properly smitten.
"So cute."
"Pffft! *Cough*! *Cough*! *Gag*!"
"Whoa?!"
The thought slipped out loud.
She choked on broth, spraying everywhere, then dry-heaved from spice in her windpipe. He patted her back.
"Sis, you okay?"
"*Cough*! *Snort*! *Hack*! *Guh*! H-Hng... Y-You...!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she scolded him.
He giggled under her resentful glare.
"Just called cute what is cute."
"K-Kuhhh..."
Her face flushed crimson.
Too adorable; he nearly pecked her cheek—then remembered: no confession yet.
'Wait, we did it without even confessing?! Does she even like me?'
Her reactions suggested yes, but what if it was a misunderstanding? Fear hit late.
But chickening out now? No chance it'd happen. He scooted right up to her.
"Wh-Why sit so close all sudden?"
She flinched at the contact but didn't flee.
'Wanted romance, prep... but today or never.'
Her reclusive nature meant once home, she'd burrow into delusions and never face him again.
Kang Ihyeon steeled himself and gazed earnestly at the woman beside him.
"Uh, uhn? Wh-Why that serious look..."
Sensing his resolve, her violet eyes—reminiscent of violets—quivered before fleeing his gaze.
"Sis."
"Y-Yeah, listening."
"Sis, look at me."
"C-Can't we just... talk like this?"
Her trembling lips deflated his courage.
His heart pounded like it'd leap out; clammy sweat beaded.
No more delay or it'd crumble. He gently wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Hik?!"
She jolted like electrocuted.
"Sis."
At his serious call, her evading eyes creaked back to him.
Ready—not just to talk, but confess—he checked his face wasn't weird from nerves and spoke.
"Sis, truth is... I've thought long and hard, planned, wanted to prepare properly."
"..."
With so much time together, they often synced without words.
This was it.
She knew what was coming, lips pursed, listening intently.
"To you, I'm just a little brother, right? Hard to see as a man. So I waited patiently."
Biding time till his body matured, mind toughened.
But he realized that was wrong.
She'd withdrawn into her room upon adulthood, cutting off the world.
But he skipped mentioning that now.
"More than a guy, I wanted to be something reliable. Something to brag about."
So he'd bottled his feelings, delayed confessing.
Ignored her subtle vibes.
"But then..."
Words stuck.
Opening for confession dredged up only his flaws; his chest ached.
"Ihyeon."
As he trailed off, she stared and spoke.
"Ihyeon... that's..."
Her mood sank gloomy, dejected.
Bad premonition—no confession, just delay. He gritted his teeth.
"Sis, I'm nothing yet, but I wanna be by your side. Listen when you're hurting, laugh, cry—the one person for that."
Her eyes sparkled with shock and joy.
His hand trembled around her waist from nerves; he pulled her into his arms.
Their breaths mingled, faces close.
"Sis. No, Se-ah."
Calling her name made her jolt in his embrace.
Her usually droopy eyes bulged wide, betraying her shock.
"I like you. Before Purple Rose, I liked neighbor sis Yoon Se-ah. Sorry it took so long..."
Tears streamed down her face in his arms.
His pushy words halted.
Gently wiping them, she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing quietly.
"Ihyeon."
Her choked voice moistened his ear.
"I know, sis. What you're gonna say."
Guilt and sorry for jumping him.
He'd sensed it from her avoidance, pieced from their talk.
[I-I'm at my limit. Can't hold out anymore. S-So...? Yeah? Be my Care Supporter.]
Sounded like a request, but the cause was clear: her limit.
What drove her there? The Magical Girl piece he hadn't known.
"Sis, spill it. No worries."
How long had he cared for his shut-in neighbor? He'd catch blatant signals.
Lifting her head from his shoulder, he grinned.
"Snot's out."
"Hik?!"
He handed tissues to the face-hiding sis and sat facing her, ready for her hidden truth.