Chapter 15 - Massage (2)
[ Massage (2) ]
=== Massage (2) ===
Ra-eun had always been a bright kid.
She'd been that way ever since she was little.
She was never the quiet type—always the first to strike up a conversation at home. I wasn't particularly talkative myself, so back when we were kids, Yoo Ra-eun would chatter away while I just half-listened and grunted in reply.
Still, we never had a bad relationship.
She followed me around, and I cared about her a lot. We'd walk home from school together, eat snacks while watching TV, and sometimes fight over video games. Our personalities clicked surprisingly well, so despite not having much of an age gap, we were siblings who got along great.
To the point where I almost never called her by her full name, 'Yoo Ra-eun,' like I do now.
I'd just naturally call her Ra-eun, or Ra-eun-ah... and she'd call me oppa, casually barging into my room, lying on my bed—stuff like that was completely normal. We loved each other that much.
...Fuck, as family, of course.
Once Yoo Ra-eun hit middle school and I entered high school, we naturally drifted apart a little.
There was no big reason. We just spent more time in our own rooms, talked less, and eventually stopped hanging out like we used to.
But it didn't last long.
Because Yoo Ra-eun was too damn energetic for that.
One day she'd suddenly throw my door open, barge in, and rattle on about what happened at school. Another day she'd lie on my bed for no reason, scrolling through her phone. Just like that, she closed the distance again on her own terms.
So I thought we were going back to a relationship not much different from before—
Or so I thought.
...At least, up until then.
It was around that time our parents passed away.
It was an accident.
An unexpected accident—they got caught up in a Dungeon out of nowhere.
Since both of them were ordinary people and not Hunters, I figured they'd have nothing to do with Dungeons.
But accidents always defy expectations.
And there was one more truth I learned after that.
I wasn't their biological son.
To be precise, I was their adopted child.
Honestly, I don't really remember what I felt when I first heard that. My mind might have gone blank, or maybe it just didn't feel real.
Still, after that, Ra-eun tried even harder to act like she used to.
Coming into my room like before, talking to me like before, sitting next to me like before.
As if absolutely nothing had changed.
But.
It wasn't completely the same.
Very subtly, from somewhere...
A sense of distance crept in.
The fact that we weren't blood-related.
Even though I tried to act like nothing was wrong after finding out, that fact kept gnawing at the back of my mind.
So in the end,
even though we seemed as close as before,
we could never fully go back to the way we were.
...At least, that's how it felt to me.
Two days ago.
That quest I got for the first time.
Back then, it was way simpler than now. Just massaging her calves and feet, and in return I got a skill in advance as a reward.
[Good Job Today (S)] [Unique]
- Guides the user to perform a massage.
- Upon completion of the massage: The target's fatigue is reduced by 100%, and all stats increase by 50% for 12 hours.
- The effect and pleasure may increase in proportion to the target's favorability toward the user.
The name's a little funny, but it's a fucking S-class 'Unique' skill.
I haven't asked Yoo Ra-eun—who's been getting these massages for the past two days—but I don't doubt its effects.
I lowered my gaze.
On top of the blanket,
a faintly floating indicator.
The spot the Good Job Today (S) skill pointed to... started from the side of her waist, near her ribs, and led up to her chest.
When we were kids, if Yoo Ra-eun fell asleep on the sofa while watching TV, she wouldn't wake up no matter how much I shook her, so I'd end up carrying her on my back to her room.
Back then, when our bodies touched, I didn't think anything of it.
How did it come to this?
I pulled my eyes off her chest and looked up at her sleeping face.
Because it was dark, at first I could only see her silhouette.
But as I stared for a moment, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.
Faint moonlight seeped in from the window. The light filtering through the curtains dimly illuminated one side of the room, and thanks to that, Yoo Ra-eun's face gradually came into view.
Her face, half-exposed above the blanket.
Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.
As the faint light glided over her, the bridge of her nose and the curve of her cheek were barely visible,
and her hair.
She used to have black hair. A very ordinary, common color for a Korean.
But ever since her Awakening, it had turned completely white, almost silver.
Now, this is more familiar to me.
...Even though she's family, she's damn pretty.
"...Ha."
Nothing's going to change if I keep making excuses and putting it off.
...No. If this makes my sister's body feel better and stronger. To protect my left brain, shouldn't I be allowed to do at least this much—
I thought, alongside my self-rationalization.
I slowly lowered my hand.
Onto the blanket.
Over the spot where the indicator floated.
My palm touched the fabric.
Since the blanket was thicker than I expected, I could barely feel anything. Still, maybe because I knew exactly what lay beneath, my fingertips stiffened for no reason.
...This really is insane.
Only after letting out a small breath did I move my hand.
The starting point the skill indicated.
Her flank.
Through the blanket, I very gently pressed the upper part of both sides of her waist.
Then I rolled my palms in a circular motion.
Seueuk
—
Just like a real massage.
...Fuck.
If I massage her like this, the indicator should slowly fade.
But it wasn't letting me off easy through the blanket—it clearly made its presence known.
"......"
In the end, it meant I had to do it on bare skin without any tricks.
Praying once more that she absolutely wouldn't wake up, I moved my hand again.
I pulled back the blanket very slowly.
Seureuk
—
Carefully, I also lifted her pajama top slightly.
With that, Yoo Ra-eun's waist was revealed.
Her skin, visible under the faint moonlight, was smooth.
A waist so slender I wondered if all her organs actually fit inside.
An area where I could feel firm muscles, toned from exercise.
I placed my palm on the starting point indicated by the skill.
Yoo Ra-eun's body trembled slightly.
"...Eueung..."
At the same time, a small sound escaped her lips, nearly scaring me out of my wits.
'...Scared the shit out of me. Are my hands cold?'
I checked to make sure she hadn't woken up—she was sleeping peacefully and softly again—then moved once more.
This time, I pressed lightly with my fingers as I moved upward.
Near her ribs on the side of her waist.
I rubbed gently, as if loosening knotted muscles.
Maybe thanks to the skill's effect, my hands moved naturally.
"...Eung..."
Yoo Ra-eun's breathing became a bit uneven.
But her eyes were still closed.
...Thank goodness.
After rubbing and caressing near her ribs for about another minute, the indicator slowly faded.
Now... it was time to move up.
The place the skill indicator pointed to was her chest.
"......"
I tried to slowly move my hand up, but her pajama top—which I hadn't pulled up all the way—got in the way.
Tuk.
Tuuk—
I couldn't stop now, so without hesitation, I unbuttoned her pajamas and slipped them off.
And there, her chest was revealed.
Since she was sleeping, she wasn't wearing a bra either, so I could see Yoo Ra-eun's breasts, fully subject to gravity.
Under the dim light, soft curves were visible.
...They aren't as big as Han Cho-yeon's, but they're still fucking huge.
Once again, I marveled at our late parents' genetics.
In the center of her chest, rising and falling with her breath,
perhaps sensitive from my earlier touch, her pink nipples were slightly erect.
"...This is driving me crazy."
I'm definitely doing this against my will, because of the skill, but...
It's too fucking erotic.
After bowing to my sister in my mind,
I crossed the final line.
Malkang♡
—
As I lightly cupped her breasts with both hands, a soft and elastic texture welcomed me.
I began to knead Yoo Ra-eun's breasts very slowly.
Following the skill's guidance, as if drawing circles.
From the bottom upward, pressing lightly to massage them.
"...Heueung♡"
"...!"
A small moan escaped Yoo Ra-eun's mouth as her body squirmed slightly.
But her eyes were still closed.
...Is she having a dream?
I moved my temporarily paused hands even more gently.
As I rubbed lightly around her nipples, Yoo Ra-eun's breasts molded to the shape of my hands.
"..."
Hesitantly, I adjusted the pressure. If I pressed too hard, would she wake up? If I pressed too lightly, would the quest fail to clear?
As I kneaded both breasts alternately, sweeping upward from the bottom—
Yoo Ra-eun's body flinched again.
This time, her waist lifted slightly.
I could feel her breathing quicken.
'...Why is her reaction... like this?'
Is it because of the skill's effect? Since it said pleasure increases in proportion to favorability... maybe it's because her favorability toward me as family is high?
Guilt washed over me, but the quest timer was ticking away.
Only 6 more minutes to go.
Trying my best not to tense up, I continued the massage more naturally.
Cupping her entire breasts, gently kneading them.
Jumul...♡ Jumul...♡ Malkang♡
Feeling the elasticity pushing back against my fingers, I narrowed down the area I was kneading.
The skill indicator gradually concentrated toward her nipples.
'...Is it here?'
Since I'd already brushed against them plenty while kneading her breasts, I figured it wouldn't make much of a difference and began to lightly rub her nipples with my fingers.
Gently, in circles.
Every time Yoo Ra-eun's nipples brushed against my fingertips, her body trembled.
"...Eueung♡... Ha..."
An erotic moan leaked out in a delicate voice.
I could feel her breathing growing even rougher.
When I pinched and pressed her nipples slightly, Yoo Ra-eun's waist noticeably arched this time.
"...♡♡!!"
Though there was no way, Yoo Ra-eun's reaction—as if she had just climaxed—filled my head with a complicated mix of guilt and arousal.
'Get a grip. She's your sister...'
But the skill indicator was slowly beginning to fade.
It's almost over.
As I lightly rubbed around her nipples again—
At that moment.
The indicator completely disappeared.
'...Clear?'