I'd covered the onahole with a blanket to hide it, flashing an awkward smile as I greeted Noona.
I didn't have time to wipe off the gel, so my panties were still damp inside...
"..."
Noona looked up at me with eyes full of doubt, her pretty face like a character from a gacha game. Sin Ji-min.
With red eyes, her features could belong to a noble vampire hiding in modern society.
She should still be at work... how did she...
"It's clean. Like you knew someone was coming or something."
"I just clean a lot."
"...Sniff sniff."
The moment Noona stepped in, she sniffed the air lightly.
"What? It doesn't smell like a lonely bachelor pad, does it? I've got scented candles burning..."
"A single guy's room being all fresh and tidy is even more suspicious!"
She seemed stunned by my comfy NEET lifestyle.
Living this well on someone else's dime does take a certain level of shamelessness, after all.
I eyed Noona—Ji-min. I could tell she'd come straight from work without even stopping by home.
Her stockings, slightly damp with sweat, hugged her healthy thighs snugly.
Noona takes after Mom, so unlike a loser like me, she's hot and gorgeous.
Unlike her vibrant college days, work life has worn her down with fatigue, dark circles, and a lot of blank stares, but her ridiculously huge tits and ass are still there.
Especially that ass—it's straining against her H-line skirt like it's about to burst.
Ah, my cock's getting hard.
No. No. I'd get disowned and end up a duck egg in the Nakdong River. Then I'd have to get a job!
"Hey. Get me some water."
"Right away, Noona! It was hot outside, huh?"
"Then why do you keep making me come check on you?"
Noona was prickly, but she didn't raise her voice—instead, she nitpicked point by point.
"Mom and Dad keep telling me to check if you're okay. You don't even answer calls—what the hell are you doing?"
"I've been busy with something lately..."
"Busy with what? You?"
"..."
This is bad... She's not letting it slide easy today.
I clamped my mouth shut and handed her some water.
"Studied for any certifications? Show me."
"..."
"What are you doing? Right now? You aren't gambling or something, are you? Ladders or crypto?"
"No, nothing like that..."
"...Gacha pulls in a mobile game full of big-titted girls?"
Silence.
Noona sighed in annoyance. From her perspective, it'd been three years since I came up to the city, and she'd been supporting me.
We don't live together, but part of my allowance comes from her wallet.
Money from parents, money from Noona.
I've spun that into my ideal utopia: doing whatever I want without using it for some future job—my own personal "chains."
Kukukuk!!
"So, basically, you're doing jack shit right now?"
"I'm thinking about what to do. Some good item ideas popped up, but..."
"Whatever."
Noona usually doesn't dig too deep, but today's vibe was different.
"You seem weirdly happy?"
"Huh?"
"It's been three years since you got out. You could've gone to interviews or studied."
"..."
"But you just laze around at home all day—why do you look so damn pleased?"
"Do you feel any guilt? Do you know how hard it is for Mom, Dad, and me to take care of you?"
Guilt...
I don't feel guilt.
I'm not the problem—it's this world that doesn't make me want to try.
"You gotta at least pretend to do something so I'll believe you and keep giving you money... Sigh."
"Sorry. This time I'll really do better."
"You said that last time too. I'm really worried about you, Shin Jang-seok."
"..."
I muttered quietly.
"You want a return on your investment?"
"What?"
"You know, 'We gave you money, so get a job and pay it back'?"
"That's not it. I want you to become a proper adult. How are you gonna get a girlfriend like this? Or get married?"
"Stop nagging. Someone born as pretty as you wouldn't get a broke loser's life."
"...Broke loser? You hole up at home and pick up all this ugly slang. Go meet some people outside."
From her view, I'm a pitiful failure.
"I'm just the stepbrother your remarried dad brought home. What happens to me isn't your problem, right? Ready to cut me loose?"
A tense silence fell.
"...How dare you talk to Noona like that? It's been a while since I beat your ass!!!"
"Gahk!"
Ji-min Noona lunged at me and locked me in a headlock.
Her tits are fucking huge!!
More than the soft bliss of being buried in them, it was the primal terror ingrained since middle school beatings that made my vision blur.
"Noona! I was wrong! I'm sorry!"
"Your twisted heart makes everything you say so damn cringy! Cringe bastard. Wanna die for real?"
"Ugh!! Khngh! I'm getting normalized."
"You know how Noona gets... Haah..."
Ji-min released the headlock, fanning herself as she spoke.
Huh? She's not as fit as usual...
Normally she'd keep the joint lock for at least 30 minutes...
"Let's just be straight. What are you planning to do?"
"If worst comes to worst, pawn my organs with a chains contract for cash..."
"Wanna keep talking dogshit?"
Thwack, thwack!
Two more loving punches.
The weight class difference means they don't hurt as much now, but...
'Kgh!'
Noona's fists hit the soul.
Soul-struck, I curled into a ㄱ shape, gasping.
"So what if we're a remarriage family? Worried about what people think? You gonna do nothing forever?"
"Doesn't bother me. You can tell we're not blood just by looking anyway."
"Was it school bullying? Dishonorable discharge from the army? What made you like this?"
"All that became my experience points! I'm not unhappy. I'm enlightened!"
"At your age, you've never even had a girlfriend!"
Kugh.
She's really coming at me today...!
"Y-You don't have a boyfriend at your age either, Noona."
"That's actually why I'm here. Noona's getting married in three months."
"What?"
Noona... has a boyfriend?!
I put a hand to my forehead.
"IQ Ras, Qwo Ra."
"...What are you doing?"
"Memory wipe spell."
Of course, it didn't activate.
"Noona with a boyfriend... No way!! You said you weren't interested! You're not even 30 yet."
"Why are you whining? I didn't expect it either... But I'm at marriageable age, so a setup came up. The guy seemed decent."
"No... Marriage after three months? Are you pregnant?"
"No. But you know me—I don't sweat the small stuff."
No, still...
"You need time to check if he's a remarried guy with kids or a trashbag! If you end up with someone like me, your life's fucked!"
"I froze my eggs, and he was cool about setting a date. Pregnancy's planned..."
"..."
Seeing me speechless, Noona smirked a little.
"What? So interested in my story? Worry about yourself..."
"Noona..."
"So, you need to figure out your path too."
Rumble.
My stomach churned.
Living in this fucked-up world...
I knew it'd come someday, but so soon.
Noona went back to the table, spread a cushion, and pulled an envelope from her bag.
"Let's make this the last one."
It looked thick even from afar.
Ten times what she'd wired before, easy.
But I couldn't just be thrilled.
"This... the last?"
"Noona's becoming someone else's family now. Can't support you anymore."
"..."
"You'll wish me happiness, right?"
"Y-Yeah... of course..."
If this envelope's as fat as it looks, I can full-roll the next pickup character.
That's what crossed my mind.
'Sad to see Noona go, but.'
The important thing is dopamine.
Parents are still around...
I'm fine.
This life won't end. It'll burn even brighter with Noona's last dance as a finale.
I imagined refusing the envelope, saying I'd earned plenty, and giving her enough for wedding funds instead.
Pretty cool, right?
But I don't have that power. Suddenly, I wondered what it'd be like to be born a pretty girl.
Life would be easy then.
'Would it?'
Selling my body might be easier, but honestly, no life's truly easy.
Even TS'd into a busty loli, I'd have to pedal daily to survive.
Most normies live like that. Some don't and enjoy everything anyway.
Even Noona, born pretty with it all, faces societal pressures, unfair burdens, efforts to fit in,
no blazing romance—just marrying off because her clock's ticking.
'Total irredeemable trash game.'
Last balance patch eons ago? Too far.
Might as well reboot it my way, one-sided gains for me.
If the world's like this, why not me getting the wins?
"Still, Jang-seok, don't misunderstand. Noona'll always see you as precious family."
"Saying that while cutting financial support? That's severance pay!"
"What, feed you forever? Even Mom can't."
Ugh. Honestly.
"I'd love if you fed me forever, Noona."
"Go make food. Noona's hungry."
Thud!
My wishful nonsense got crushed by Noona's loving side kick.
"Guh! A woman getting married, and she won't cook...?"
"Ha? Why would I cook for you, who's not even my husband?"
"Husband... so old-school... Fuck."
"Not frozen food—something proper. Or order tteokbokki with that money."
"Gotta diet for the wedding dress."
"Tch... Noona, don't you see your waist? No office lady has a figure like that."
True...
Noona, relaxed since it was the last time, took off her top and stockings.
"Got clean laundry? Sniff sniff..."
"Why sniff my shirts..."
"You do laundry better than me? Nice fabric softener scent."
"Sunlight pours in here good."
Problem is, too good—need blackout curtains and an eyemask to sleep.
As I looked at my phone for delivery, Noona stripped off her top and slipped into my shirt.
Size difference made it boxy like a dress. Still, her huge tits asserted themselves.
"This is a dress now. Dress. Lose some weight. Your frame's too big."
"..."
Glancing at her apricot bra...
Not a sports bra. Not flashy, but the most common color women pick—super teasing.
"Beer too?"
"Yeah. Toast to our hikikomori brother's future and well-being."
"Then give more money before you go."
"You little... Sucking me dry on the last one."
We siblings get along great.
For how much I exploit her, anyway.
Her generosity, tempered by raising a punk like me, is beyond words.
I realized I relied on her like Mom—wanted to stop her wedding even.
But most of my desires get crushed.
Shamelessly ditching human life, chucking responsibility and duty.
Baby human forever.
Yet I don't hate myself—must be this world's fault.
Look back, and guys like me, worse, are everywhere with "enlightenment."
Those all-in on life's godhand reverse, dying clean—maybe rewarded in hopeful timelines, atop the yolk.
Not for Noona, but honest labor's value is dead.
"Cheers. To our hopeless NEET Shin Jang-seok."
"You do the toast, Noona."
"Making a jobless guy do everything."
Tteokbokki out, beer cans in hand.
Noona clinked with me and said,
"Cheers to the idiot here!"
A little booze in, I asked what I couldn't before.
"Noona. That dream job you always wanted—why quit?"
"Huh? Oh..."
"You always said it'd be a powerhouse career woman, ignoring guys, living like a queen."
"Kinda... not what I expected. Sounds funny, but... lonely."
"..."
"Home, work, home, work every day. Yeah... I'm tired. Noona's a woman too."
Her college voice, full of dreams, now thick with accumulated disappointments and fatigue.
"I don't wanna just age like this~~. Wanna try parenting."
"Froze your eggs?"
"Yeah. About a year ago. Trend now. Healthy now, but age changes that..."
I see...
Using future hubby's sperm for planned pregnancy...
Too dry and clinical, unlike eromanga.
"What? Jealous 'cause Noona's getting taken after you hogged her?"
"More like thinking about the kid."
"Gonna be uncle now—gotta work so the niece/nephew ain't ashamed?"
"..."
Really, better not born in this world, I thought—but didn't say, not wanting to ruin her boozy good mood.
Noona drank too much beer and passed out. Rare alcohol for me hit quick too—we crashed without cleaning.
'What I need ain't a job... it's normalization...'
Normalizing the abnormal...
I dozed off briefly, woke to my phone blaring.
'Nngh.'
Flash outside maybe?
[Emergency Disaster Alert]
[Comet observed 4km southwest of XX XXX area. Impact caution. Refer to National Disaster Portal for response XXXXX]
"Our area's..."
Thought it was Noona's phone first. Mine's always Do Not Disturb.
But emergency alert bypassed it.
Outside the window...
No impact or anything.
I turned off the bright living room light, cleared leftover tteokbokki and cans.
Figured it'd wake Noona, but she was out deep.
"Nng..."
"Noona. You okay not going home?"
"..."
Shook her shoulder gently—no response.
Sheesh...
Her caring nature meant she couldn't just toss the envelope and bail coldly—used dinner as excuse to gauge me.
Worried I'd self-harm that night?
She could've drawn the line, said fuck it, and left—but her soft heart dragged it out.
"Noona. Let's get you to bed."
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