I hid the Fleshlight under the blanket, plastered on an awkward grin, and greeted my sister.
No time to wipe off the lube, so my boxers are fucking soaked…
"…"
My sister, Shin Ji-min, stares at me like she doesn't trust my ass, looking like some hot gacha game chick. With red eyes, she'd pass for a fancy vampire hiding in modern society—her face is that perfect.
It's way too early for her to be off work. How the fuck…?
"Place looks clean. Almost like you knew someone was coming."
"I just clean a lot, that's all."
"…*Sniff sniff*."
Ji-min walks in and takes a quick whiff.
"What? Doesn't smell like lonely bachelor stink, does it? I lit some incense…"
"A single guy's place smelling nice and being spotless is more suspicious!"
She seems pissed at how cozy my unemployed-ass life is.
Living this good on someone else's dime usually takes some serious balls.
I checked out Ji-min. Looks like she came straight from work, no stop at home. Her stockings, slightly sweaty, hug her thick, healthy thighs tight.
She's the spitting image of Mom, so unlike a fuck-up like me, she's hot and successful. Not as perky as her college days—work's got her tired, with dark circles and a blank stare half the time—but those massive tits and ass, so fucking vulgar they're practically obscene, haven't changed. Especially her ass, barely contained by that tight H-line skirt, looking ready to burst.
Fuck, my dick's getting hard.
No, no, stop it. I'll get disowned and end up a nobody. Then I'd have to *work*!
"Hey, get me some water."
"Yes, ma'am! Hot out there, huh?"
"You know it is, so why do you keep making me come here?"
Ji-min's pissed but keeps her voice low, picking at me point by point.
"Mom and Dad keep worrying you're fucked up, so they make me check on you. You don't even answer calls—what the hell are you doing?"
"Been busy with some stuff lately…"
"Busy with what? *You*?"
"…"
Shit… she's not letting this slide today.
I shut my trap and handed her the water.
"Got any certifications you're studying for? Show me."
"…"
"What's this 'stuff' you're doing? You're not gambling, are you? Like ladder bets or crypto bullshit?"
"Nah, nothing like that…"
"…Or blowing cash on mobile gacha games full of big-titted chicks?"
Silence.
Ji-min sighs, clearly annoyed. From her view, she's been babysitting my ass in the city for three years now.
We don't live together, but some of the cash I get comes from her wallet. Money from Mom and Dad, money from her.
I've turned that into my own "shackles"—living like a king, doing whatever the fuck I want, building my perfect utopia.
Heh heh heh!
"So, you're doing jack shit right now?"
"I'm thinking about what to do. Got a few hot ideas…"
"Whatever."
Usually, Ji-min doesn't dig too deep, but today feels different.
"You seem weirdly happy."
"Huh?"
"It's been three years since you got out of the army. Have you gone to a single interview? Studied anything? You're just sitting at home jerking off, so why the fuck do you look so pleased?"
"…"
"Do you even feel guilty? Do you know how hard Mom, Dad, and I work to keep your sorry ass afloat?"
Guilt…
I don't feel that shit.
The problem's not me—it's this fucked-up world that doesn't make you wanna try.
"If you at least *pretended* to do something, I could trust you enough to keep giving you money… *Sigh*."
"Sorry. I'll get my shit together this time, for real."
"You said that last time, too. I'm really worried about you, Shin Jang-seok."
"…"
I mumbled under my breath.
"What, I gotta pay back what you invested in me?"
"Huh?"
"That's what you're saying, right? Work for the money you gave me… pay it back?"
"That's not it. I'm saying be a fucking adult. How are you gonna get a girlfriend like this? Get married?"
"Stop nagging. You think a hot chick like you gets what it's like to be a pathetic Korean guy?"
"…Korean guy? Pathetic? Holed up in your room, you're picking up shitty slang. Go meet some people."
From her view, I'm a failed fucker, and she feels bad for me.
"I'm just the stepbrother Dad brought in from his remarriage. Don't you wanna cut me off already?"
Silence hung in the air.
"…You done talking to your sister like that? Been a while since I kicked your ass!!!"
"Gah!"
Ji-min lunged at me, locking me in a headlock.
Her tits are fucking huge!!
More than the soft, squishy bliss of being smothered, the primal fear from getting beat up since middle school made my head spin.
"Sis! I'm sorry! I fucked up!"
"Your shitty attitude and every word out of your mouth screams fucking loser! Wanna die, you little shit?"
"Argh!! Fuck, I'm getting normalized!"
"You know how I get… *Huff*."
Ji-min let go of the headlock, fanning herself with her hand.
Huh? She's not her usual self… Normally, she'd keep me in a chokehold for at least 30 minutes.
"Let's be real for a sec. What's your plan?"
"If push comes to shove, I'll sell my organs for cash…"
"Keep talking bullshit, I dare you."
*Thwack, thwack!*
Two more punches earned.
Ji-min's fists, full of love, don't hurt as much now that we're different sizes… but…
*Ugh!*
Her punches hit my fucking soul.
I doubled over, gasping like a bitch.
"Does it matter that we're a blended family? Care about what people think? You gonna do nothing forever?"
"Doesn't bother me. You can tell we're not blood just by looking."
"Is it from getting bullied at school? Getting dishonorably discharged from the army? What the fuck made you like this?"
"All that's just my XP! I'm not unhappy. I'm an enlightened fucker!"
"You're that age and never had a girlfriend!"
*Ugh.*
She's out for blood today…
"Sis, you're that age and don't have a boyfriend either."
"That's why I'm here. I'm getting married in three months."
"What?"
My sister… has a boyfriend?!
I put a hand to my forehead.
"Icuras, cuora."
"…What are you doing?"
"Memory wipe spell."
Didn't work, obviously.
"My sister with a boyfriend… No fucking way! You said you didn't care about that shit! You're not even 30!"
"Why are you whining? I didn't expect this either… but I'm at marrying age, so I got a blind date. Guy seems decent."
"No way… Marriage in three months? Are you pregnant?"
"I'm not. But, you know, I don't sweat the small stuff."
Still…
"You gotta check if he's a divorced dad or a piece of shit! If you end up with a fucker like me, your life's fucking done!"
"I froze my eggs, and he was cool with setting a date quick. Pregnancy's planned for later…"
"…"
Seeing me speechless, Ji-min smirked.
"What? You're that interested in my life? Worry about your own ass…"
"Sis…"
"So, you need to figure your shit out, too."
My stomach churned.
Living in this fucked-up world…
I knew this day would come, but so soon?
Ji-min went back to the table, sat on a cushion, and pulled a thick envelope from her bag.
"Let's make this the last one."
Even at a glance, it's loaded—maybe ten times what she usually sends.
But I couldn't just be happy.
"This… the last one?"
"I'm starting my own family now. I can't keep bankrolling you."
"…"
"You'll wish me happiness, right?"
"Yeah… of course…"
If this envelope's as fat as I think, I can max out the next limited gacha character.
That's what crossed my mind.
*Sucks that Sis is leaving.*
But dopamine's what matters.
I've still got Mom and Dad…
I'm fine.
This life won't end. Hell, with Ji-min's last big payout, it'll burn even brighter.
I imagined myself saying I've earned enough and giving her cash for her wedding.
Pretty cool, right?
But I don't have that kind of power. For a moment, I thought—what if I'd been born a hot chick?
Life would've been so fucking easy.
*Would it?*
Maybe selling my body would've been easier, but there's no such thing as an easy life.
Even if I TS'd into a big-titted beauty, I'd still have to grind every day to survive.
Most people live like that. Some don't, and they get everything.
Even Ji-min, born hot and thinking she had it all, deals with society's bullshit, forced into unfair roles, trying to fit in, and now getting married off like it's a transaction because her "marrying age" hit—without ever knowing burning love.
*This world's a fucking broken game.*
The last balance patch was billions of years ago—ain't that too much?
If the world's this fucked, I'd rather it rebooted with *me* as the one raking in all the benefits.
If it's gonna be unfair, why not let *me* be the one winning?
"But don't get it twisted, Jang-seok. I'll always see you as family."
"Saying that while cutting me off? This is fucking severance pay!"
"What, you want me to feed you forever? Even Mom can't do that."
*Ugh.* Honestly…
"It'd be nice if you fed me forever, Sis."
"Make some food. I'm starving."
*Thwack!*
My dumb wish got crushed by Ji-min's loving side-kick.
"Fuck! You're getting married and can't even cook for me…"
"Why the fuck would I cook for you? You're not my husband."
"Husband… So fucking old-school… Shit."
"Get something decent, not frozen crap. Or order some tteokbokki."
"You gotta diet for that wedding dress."
"Tch… You see my waist? No working woman's got a body like this."
She's… not wrong.
Ji-min, maybe feeling relaxed since it's her last visit, took off her top and stockings.
"Got any clean clothes? *Sniff sniff*…"
"Why're you sniffing my shirts…?"
"You wash better than me. Smells like good fabric softener."
"Gets a lot of sunlight here."
Problem is, it's so bright I need blackout curtains and a sleep mask.
As I looked at my phone to order food, Ji-min stripped down and threw on my shirt.
It's so big on her it's like a dress, but her huge tits still make their presence known.
"It's like a fucking one-piece. One-piece. Lose some weight, you're huge."
"…"
I glanced at her peach-colored bra…
Not a sports bra. Not fancy, but that classic chick color got me hard as fuck.
"Order some beer, too?"
"Yeah. Let's toast to our hikikomori brother's future."
"Then give me more cash."
"You little shit… Trying to suck me dry 'cause it's the last time."
We're pretty tight for siblings.
Considering I'm the one mooching off her.
Ji-min's patience, forged from dealing with my ass since we were kids, is unreal.
I realized I love her like a mom, enough to wanna stop her from getting married.
But most of my wants are fucked anyway.
I ditched a human life for shamelessness, tossing out duty and responsibility.
Forever a baby human, crying for milk.
The only reason I don't hate myself is 'cause this world's fucked up.
Look around—there's tons of guys like me, or even more "enlightened."
Some go all-in on a life-changing move and crash hard, but in a hopeful world, maybe they'd get rewarded and rise to the top.
Not something to say in front of Ji-min, but honest work's value is dead.
"Cheers, to our hopeless unemployed fucker, Shin Jang-seok."
"You do the toast."
"A jobless fucker telling me what to do."
With tteokbokki in front of us, beer can in hand, Ji-min clinked hers against mine.
"To the dumbass sitting here!"
A bit buzzed, I could ask shit I usually wouldn't.
"Sis, you always wanted that job, your big dream. Why quit now?"
"Hm? Oh…"
"You used to say you'd be a badass career woman, not giving a fuck about guys, living like a queen."
"It… wasn't what I expected. Sounds dumb, but I got lonely…"
"…"
"Every day, home, work, home, work. I got tired. I'm a woman, too."
Her college voice, full of dreams, now carried years of small disappointments and built-up exhaustion.
"I don't wanna just grow old like this. So I wondered what raising a kid would be like."
"With frozen eggs?"
"Yeah. Froze 'em a year ago. It's a trend now. My eggs are healthy now, but they won't be as I age…"
So that's it…
She'll take her future husband's sperm and get pregnant…
Unlike porn comics, it feels so cold and calculated.
"What? Jealous 'cause you can't hog me anymore?"
"More like I was thinking about the kid."
"You'll be an uncle, so you better work so your nephew's not ashamed."
"…"
Truth is, I thought it'd be better not to be born in this world, but I didn't say it.
She looked happy, a bit drunk, and I didn't wanna ruin it.
Ji-min drank too much and passed out. The alcohol hit me hard, too—first time in a while—so I crashed without cleaning up.
*What I need isn't a job, it's normalization…*
Normalizing the abnormal…
I dozed off, then woke to my phone blaring.
*Ugh.*
Thought I saw a flash outside.
**[Emergency Alert]**
[Comet observed 4km south-southwest of XX XXX, impact warning, refer to National Disaster Safety Portal XXXXX]
"That's our area…"
Thought it was Ji-min's phone at first. Mine's always on do-not-disturb.
But an emergency alert broke through.
Looked outside… nothing weird, no impact or whatever.
I turned off the bright living room light and cleaned up the leftover tteokbokki and cans.
Thought Ji-min might wake up, but she's out cold.
"Umm…"
"Sis, you don't gotta go?"
"…"
I shook her shoulder gently, but no response.
Man…
Knowing her caring ass, she probably stuck around to see how I'd react, worried I'd hurt myself or some shit.
She could just cut me off and leave, say she doesn't care about a fucker like me.
Her soft heart's why she hasn't ditched me sooner, dragging this out.
"Sis, let's get you to bed."