Chapter 38 – Sister’s Confession – Actually I’m 2

“Why stop? Keep hitting.”

I tried to speak kindly, but the seonhu was just shaking.
Lack of a smile? I’m trying my best to smile.

“Mi-sorry, I didn’t know you were here… I’ll stop hitting it now.”

Before and after trying to cover the piano lid.

“Do you want to keep playing?”

I stopped the selection and opened the lid again.

“… Huh.”

With a reluctant expression on his face, the seonhu sat down in front of the piano again.

What. As if I had done nothing wrong.
I glared at Seonhu without hiding my dissatisfied expression, and Seonhu trembled and started playing her piano again.

But this performance was a mess.
It was the same as when I was younger, no worse than that.
My anger exploded as my grades overlapped today, which was worse than when I was in elementary school.

“Hey! Jinseonhu!”

Hit the piano keys with your fists.
Bang!
She was startled by the loud noise and crouched down on her body.
Such servility fueled my anger.

“What are you going to do now? Can’t you just do that? Or are you saying you don’t want to hit in front of me?”
“Oh, no, sorry, sorry, sister…”
“Who told you to apologize? You ask me why I can only hit like that!”

Bang! Bang!
Every time I punched her, she shrank even more.

“Hit again. Right this time. If you mess up again this time, I won’t let you go.”

At my bluff, the sergeant put her hand on top of her keyboard startled, but it was hard to hit her keyboard.

“… Sorry, sister. Me… I can’t hit it.”

After crying and talking.
When I glanced at her, her fingers trembled.

“Can’t you hit it? What if you can’t hit it? Do you know if I can forgive you if I cry? Only mom can do that!”

She pours out the resentment that had been building up inside of her at the seonhu.
That was something I said to the seonhu, but it was also something I said to myself, who gave up and ran away after hitting her mess.

I know it’s a bit of a mess. I also know that her mental state before and after is not normal.
My actions right now are just a way to vent my anger.

But I was also unstable.
I was not mentally mature enough to control my emotions.

“What are you doing! Hit it fast!”

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I stood next to her and continued to hit her piano.
I thought it would continue until the seonhu played the piano again.

“Sister, I’m sorry, I won’t play the piano anymore. So please stop…”

The lord held my arm while crying.
What? You say hit, but why don’t you hit? Do you want to rebel against me like that?

Suddenly, my hand caught by the seonhu came into my eyes.
The fist he had struck so many times was bleeding.
The piano keys and my hands were stained red.
I felt a deep pain afterwards.

“… You, never play the piano again. If I hear the piano in my ears one more time, I’ll cut off all my fingers. Okay?”

I didn’t mean to say that.
I was a disingenuous child. And that day, everything was a mess.
I just wanted to hear more.
All I had to say was that I wanted to hear you play.

“Asshole bastard. If you’re a man, you should be able to say a word of defiance.”

I buried her face in the pillow in her room, resentful of the poor successor.

* * *

“Sister. Stand upright.”

His voice was low and terrifying.
Trembling, I stood on her piano as the seonhu ordered.

“Raise her skirt and stick her ass out.”

The sergeant held her golf club in her hand.
7 iron. It was the 7-iron where I made a few mistakes today.
Before and after, what are you trying to do with it?
I tried to say something, but for some reason my mouth was twitching, and no words came out.

“Do you know what your sister did wrong?”

What. Is it because I was angry earlier?
Sorry. I won’t do that in the future.
So stop.

“No. Do you think anything can be forgiven if you cry?”

It was. I was crying.
I can’t even remember when was the last time I cried.
What am I sad about?

“Sister. Bite this tight.”

At some point, I was pulling up her skirt and sticking out her butt in front of the seonhu.
Sunhu swings her golf club.

Whiing.
I could hear her golf club cutting through the wind.

Puck!
And this was the sound of hitting my butt.

Aaaaa!
It hurts!
It hurt so much that I screamed.
Still, no voice came out.
I was just opening my mouth in vain.

“Sister, are you sick?”

Sick! It hurts enough to die!
I think my ass exploded!

“I can’t. Still not enough Let’s get it right.”

The seonhu swayed with her calm face.

Hun.
Puck!
I sat down in my seat with my butt covered.

Die. I’m dying.
Please stop hitting me
Sorry. Sorry.

“Who told you to apologize? Stand up straight, sister.”

I cannot disobey the words of the predecessor.
If you resist, it will be more correct.
Because my imaginary successor has the right to hit me until she feels like it.

“Ruler. This is the third hit.”

Hun.
Puck!
My legs are shaking.
I couldn’t stand. Knees bent.

“If it’s a par 4 hole, it’s 1 under par. My sister hit 10-over par, so there are 11 more left.”

11’s?!
No. Because you really die
Please forgive me

“Sister. Do you want to stop getting hit?”

Huh. I want to stop getting hit.
Stop hitting me now so painful. I think I will die

“Have you regretted it?”

I regretted it. I won’t do that again.
Sorry. I was bad

“Then have sex with me instead of being beaten.”

…

“No? So will it continue? Eleven more?”

No. No.
Sex… I’ll do it. Let me have sex

“Okay. So, are you specifically forgiving?”

Huh… Thank you.
For having sex with me

The sergeant laughed cruelly and pulled down my panties.
Then he stroked my swollen ass.

Sick. It definitely hurts, but at the same time, it felt strangely good.
What? What happened to my body
When the seonhu’s hands touch, the pain disappears and only a pleasant feeling remains.

“Your sister is really like pervert. Do you want more hits?”

The ancestors say it as if they are tired.

No. I hate being sick now.
But… It might feel a little nice to be stroked.

“Okay? I will touch you as much as you want if you want.”

The sergeant major rubbed my ass roughly.
Aah, if you knead it that hard…
It hurt at first, but it gradually felt better.
Ah…
Good mood.
The pain disappeared and only the tingling feeling remained.

The sergeant subsequently took off her own pants as well.
The penis of a monstrous man, almost the size of a forearm, was exposed.

Nonsense! You mean something like that gets inside me?
It belonged to a black actor I once saw in a Western porn.
The seonhu had his face and body still small, but only there seemed to be a ghastly monster.

“Come on, sister. I’ll have sex with you, so stand up straight.”

No. Scared. Don’t go into that
I shook my back saying I didn’t like it, but the sergeant forced me to stand up.
And before and after…

* * *

“Hot!?”

When I opened my eyes, the room was completely dark.
The time is 8pm.

While dreaming, I reflexively touched my butt first.
It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t even swollen.

Phew.
What. It was a dream too.
Then it is. There’s no way that cowardly ruler could do such a thing…

“Ah!”

My panties were wet.
It’s wet as if he had peed.

“What is this…”

Take off your pants and check.
Are you tired of sleeping at this age?
But no.

A slippery, viscous liquid.
That’s what comes out when you think dirty thoughts.
But so much… Even while sleeping?

I remember the last scene I saw right before waking up from the dream.
I was forcibly raped by the seonhu.
I woke up just before, but…

“Oh~!”

I buried my head in the pillow and struggled.
I’m embarrassed. It’s a shame. I want to die. I wish someone would come and kill me.

It wasn’t enough that he had such a dream about his younger brother, so he was so excited.

Besides, the aftertaste is still there.
Itches between the thighs.

“Eww…”

Then no.
Jin So-young. Wake. He’s your brother
One remaining strand of reason dries me.
However, the single strand was so weak that it broke in an instant.

“Ah… No, it’s good. I’m your sister…”

* * *

I was lying on the bed exhausted.

I ended up doing it. Thinking about the future.
I masturbated while imagining being raped by my younger brother.

Dreams are even excuses. It’s not because I wanted to.
But masturbation is different. Because I did it of my own will.

“Ugh.”

The sense of wonder is enormous.
I hate myself it’s like a monkey
How is it different from the men who looked at me with sinister eyes?

… If you look at it, it was like that before and after.
It reminds me of the appearance of the seonhu who glanced at me while eating.

“What is good about this?”

Touch her breasts
It is a heavy and irritating chest.
I’d rather not have, I’d rather be born as a man.
I don’t know how many times I’ve had that thought.
But…

“… I can touch you if you ask. A little bit.”

Reminds me of the coercive successors in my dreams.
However, in reality, the seonhu is a timid and cheesy kid.
Dreams are just dreams That kind of thing won’t happen in a lifetime.
But if you can only imagine…

“Ah… I can’t, my lord…”

Within minutes of regretting it, I masturbated again.
Thinking about the future.
I was a monkey

* * *

Next day.
I bowed my head to association officials and sponsor officials.
Previously, I would have sent a gay caddy instead, but today I did it myself. I also apologized to my gay caddy for what happened yesterday.
I too have grown up a notch.

“I can’t help it if it hurts. Are you getting better?”
“No wonder. It wasn’t like Soyoung.”
“Lunch together…”

No one thought I was faking an illness, as I had withdrawn the previous day on the pretext of wrist pain and came with a bandage on my hand.

Her mother, who came in late the night before, found out that she had injured her hand, so she went to the emergency room.
She was only slightly scratched and bleeding, but her mother made a fuss about her like it was a big deal for her. The lord bowed her head as if he were a sinner.
And I couldn’t look at the seonhu properly in the heart of embarrassing. It was because I had done it several times, recalling the successors, that I became conscious of it for no reason. I wouldn’t even know myself.

Perhaps it was thanks to the gratification of frustration the day before, the contents of the tournament, which had been a mess, were gone from my head.
I once thought the world was falling apart for ruining a tournament, but in fact, that was nothing in my life.

It’s just a ball game, right? It’s just one of dozens or hundreds of competitions to be held, right?
So are the sponsors. They use me as their advertising tower because they like them, what do I need to feel burdened about?

After putting it down like that, I felt more comfortable.
Grades also rose vertically. It was like going back to when I was a kid and just having fun playing ball.
I received plenty of compliments from the blunt gay caddy and stingy professional teacher.

I was a child growing up on failure!
For some reason, feeling like a cartoon character, I flew high.

But that pleasant feeling did not last long.
A few days later, her mother told her that she had been disqualified from playing the keyboard in her piano competition, which had been preparing for a long time.