Chapter 120 – Sister for Lunch

“… Sister. What did I do wrong?”
“Why? What are you stinging?”

My sister pounded her foot on the mat on the floor, then bumped her gloved fists against each other to check how it felt.

“No… There must be no reason for this.”
“Reason? Need a reason to beat you?”
“Of course!”

I’m a human too!
You can’t beat someone for no reason!
Even if there is a reason, you must not lose!

Somehow, my sister’s illness had returned.
My older sister’s illness is known as the Beating Brother Syndrome.
It is a disease that suddenly makes you want to beat your younger brother.

I am now facing such a diseased sister Dojin in her fitness room.
Dressed in costumes that stimulate my trauma.

The top is a bra top and the bottom is leggings.
My eyes are delighted because it is a material that sticks to the body in common with the top and bottom.

It was good so far, but…

Open finger glove in hand.
Headgear on the head.
I was full of thoughts of beating me up.

I’m wearing the equipment for now, but…
I’m not wearing it because I like it.
I’m an actor now, but if I get hit with my bare face, it’ll be a big deal.

“You know the rules, right?”
“No.”

Of course I know.
No rules, no foul play, no time limits.
Until your opponent surrenders or is knocked down.

The reason I pretended not to know was to pass the time.
Or because my older sister, who is too lazy to explain, might quit.

However, it was not an opponent that such fine hair could work with.

“Okay? You’ll remember it in a few hits. Fight!”

My sister ran right away.
I covered my face first.
When my sister saw that I raised my guard, she hit me in the body.

Puck, puck.
Her side was covered with an arm, but her stomach was hit.
Sick.

“Don’t worry! I won’t hit you in the face, so ka!”

At the same time, a hook flew into his face.
Words and actions were diametrically opposed.

I managed to duck his head and avoid his fist.

“Oh, are you doing something?”

After seeing my sister fall away, I tried to talk again.

“Nuna, do you know how much your ransom is?”
“I know better than you.”
“What are you going to do if you get hurt?”
“Joy. Are you going to hurt me Wherever you go, give it a try!”
“Ugh.”

My appeal rather seems to have touched my sister’s planting.
A one-two flew right in the face.
I was hand guarded.

“They said they wouldn’t hit me in the face!”
“You won’t die just because you’re hit like that.”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t die!”
“If you don’t want to get hit, knock me down quickly.”

Sister? I?
A nightmare comes to mind.
That’s when, in a fit of excitement, I beat my sister and knocked her out in her blood.

At that time, my sister was hospitalized for nearly a month.
Gyeonggi-do, of course, could not run.
Fortunately, my sister passed her pro test after being discharged, but if she failed, I would have been a sinner for the rest of my life.

Even after that, as if nothing had happened, my older sister demanded that I become her partner for ‘fighting games’.
Is it because she is angry about being taken to the hospital?
Or is it just for stress relief?

The older sister who was hit didn’t care, but I, who was hit, was traumatized by what happened then.
Even when he sparred, he never thought of hitting his sister.
It is unilaterally beaten and then surrendered.
I didn’t do it often, but I did at least once a month.

At least lately, I’ve been quiet and relieved.
Also, it seems that the sister’s illness has been resolved.

“Whoa.”

I sighed deeply and got into a fighting stance.
Slightly jump in place and step on the steps.

“Oh, are you ready to do something now?”
“Not really.”

I thought about it.
The reason why my sister is suddenly trying to do this.

Do you want to do pure exercise? No.
So you want to hit me? No.

‘I want to legally suit me’.
That’s my answer

Dirty work, unpleasant work, insulting work.
It wouldn’t be strange if my older sister, who likes to suffer from such things, has now progressed to the stage of ‘wanting to be hit’.
In fact, I also liked being slapped on the butt during the act.

But, can I hit my sister?

The trauma of childhood has been diluted quite a bit.
I am no longer a child, and there is no reason to lose my temper like I did back then.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t beat your sister comfortably.

But I had to hit.

I came in contact with my sister’s preference, and I also looked for her related materials.
To understand my sister better.

My sister’s tendencies were closer to ‘masochism’.
It refers to a masochistic taste that derives sexual arousal from acts that hurt physically or mentally.

People with this orientation are said to be unconsciously demanding of a partner, and if their boyfriend does not satisfy their sexual needs, they will look for another partner.
Another partner to ‘submit’ to.

That shouldn’t be the case.
A sister who is happy to be beaten by another partner or another man.
Such a situation had to be prevented at all costs.

So, if my sister wanted to be beaten, I had to hit her.

But now my older sister is a world-class professional golfer.
My sister’s body has a value that I dare not even imagine.
You should never get hurt.

Especially the face.
In addition, the joints, limbs, muscles, etc., Which interfere with exercise capacity.
… So isn’t it all?

“What are you doing? Come on.”

My sister also taunted me with a boxing stance.

Where can I hit you?
Belly or flank?
That’s all there is to it.

“Sigh.”

First, pretend to hit your sister in the face with your left hand.
My sister guards.
But that’s paint.
Light into my sister’s abdomen.

Puck.
Ah. Went in

“Ah.”

A small exclamation came out of her mouth.
Didn’t I know it was really right?
My sister’s eyes widened in surprise.

I quickly retreated back in preparation for a counterattack.
My sister is not the one to stand still after being hit.
You may lose your temper and run away.

──I thought so.

“This…”

Sister took a step forward.
He knelt down on the floor as it was.

“Sister!”

Her heart sank.
I hurriedly approached my sister.

“Sister! Are you okay?!”

Just that much?
Isn’t it acting?
I thought so for a moment, but there was no way that sister would kneel down even as a joke.

Didn’t there be people who died because they hit the wrong place as a joke?
I don’t think that would happen, but I didn’t know if the pain would linger and interfere with the game.

“… Do you hit it Ugh.”

My older sister groaned as she pressed her side to the spot where she had been hit.

“Does it hurt a lot? Should I call 911?”
“Don’t overdo it, dude.”

Puck.
Hit her head by her sister.
But I didn’t get sick at all.

The root of the problem was that I unconsciously thought, ‘If it’s my older sister, this much would be okay’.
I didn’t learn martial arts, and I wasn’t good at getting hit.
She’s just an older sister with a strong personality.

My sister brushed off and stood up from her seat.
Is it really okay?
I’m worried that it’s because she’s pretending to be strong in front of me.

As if laughing at my concerns, my sister took a fighting stance again.

“Continue.”
“What?”
“What is it? It’s not over yet.”
“Let’s continue with this?”

I was stunned.

One more mana
Unless I deliberately hit her, there was no chance for my sister to win.
Now, with just one battle, that was certain.

“I told you. Until you fall or surrender.”
“You fell down!?”
“Joy. Don’t talk nonsense and attack!”

My sister’s low kick.
Get your legs up and fit.
It hurt, but I lost a lot of energy.
It was said that there were still blows from me.

I hurried back.

“Even if you run away, I will go after you until the end!”

I know my sister’s personality too.
It is certain that running away will not solve the problem.

So what should I do?
Are you really going to knock your sister down? It’s nonsense.
Or did I fall down on purpose? I could only see a more twisted future.

“Sister! Time!”
“What?”

Thank god. Time is running out.

“Let’s play ‘wrestling’ instead of ‘playing martial arts’!”
“Wrestling? What are you talking about?”
“It hurts when you hit me. Let’s do wrestling because we don’t want to get bruised.”

It was a desperate solution.
In order to end this stupid play, I had no choice but to surrender to my sister through a submission.

But I’ve never really learned that skill.
I didn’t know if I tried to force it and bumped into something and hurt myself.
So, this was a measure to reduce the risk of injury even a little.

“Perverted bastard. Are you going to do something dirty again?”
“… Hey, if I subdue my sister, I might do naughty things.”

As I spoke, I felt it.
This is obviously eaten by my sister.

“On the other hand, if I’m suppressed, I won’t be able to.”

I said taking off my gloves.
I was sure my sister would accept this offer.

“It will be fun. Let’s try it somewhere.”

My sister also takes off her gloves after me.

“Instead, we should be careful not to hurt each other.”
“Good. Since you are learning now, I will pay attention to that as well.”

My sister speaks as if she doesn’t even think she’s losing.
There’s no way that noona could win against a man.

No matter how innately gifted motor nerves are.
I didn’t learn martial arts or wrestling properly.
I’m not weak either.
It’s obvious you’ll lose, but you say it as if you’re going to win.

“Ah.”
“? What’s the matter?”

Is it.
Even though I knew my sister would lose, I knew why she was doing this.

They want to come out with an arrogantly strong attitude, then lose unsightly, and be subdued by an opponent they only looked at lightly.

It felt like all my doubts about my sister had been resolved.

“… Eureka.”
“What.”

I understood my sister.

“If I win, I will strip you and hang you.”
“… Look at that.”

Surely you don’t want to suffer like that?
Anyway, that’s not okay.
You can’t act like that in front of other people.
Because you are mine

Take off your gloves and headgear.
Face each other bare-handed, without any protective equipment.

“Then, start!”

As soon as my sister started, she lowered her stance and lunged at me.
I try to push my belly with my shoulder.

I braced my stomach and legs and held on.
He took a step back, but immediately launched a counterattack.
Grab your arms and trip your legs.

“Oops!”

Blank.
My sister collapses on the mat.
I climb on top of my sister and press her hands down on the mat to keep her from moving.

“Haha.”

My sister gives her strength to take her arm off.
But she doesn’t fall
I was looking down at such an older sister for a while.

“What are you doing? Is this wrestling?”

To me who was still holding on to it, my older sister said angrily.

I didn’t know before.
My sister was beautiful even when she was angry.

“Huh.”

I bent over her and kissed her on the lips.

Chew,
The lips come together for a moment and then fall apart.
And I quickly got up and stepped back.

“… You are dead.”

My older sister got up from the mat and was so angry that her face turned red.

But I was free.
Stepping slowly, waiting for her sister to pounce.

My sister ran straight ahead without fail.
Like a raging bull.

If my sister is a bull, I’m a bullfighter.
She dodges her sister’s tackle, slapping her butt with the palm of her hand as she passes me.

Slam!

“Wow!”

The leggings clinging to the body felt stronger than bare skin.

“Hey! Jinseonhu! Won’t you do it right?!”

My sister was on the verge of an explosion.
And my cock was on the verge of exploding.

I know.
My sister pretends to be angry, but the emotion contained there is more shame than anger.

Haha. Playing with your sister is so much fun.
I wish I would have realized it sooner.