Why Are You Becoming a Villain Again?-Chapter 134: Side Story- A Silent Competition (6)

The moment I saw Asena’s expression, I knew exactly what she wanted.

I couldn’t pretend not to notice. That kind of shallow tactic would only stoke her fury even more.

Ever since she discovered my relationship with Judy, it had only been a matter of time. A confrontation with Asena was inevitable.

I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Who would’ve thought that after witnessing that scene in the morning, she’d come to me that very night?

At the very least, I thought we’d have a proper conversation first—take some time to sort through our feelings. Maybe let it happen naturally.

Asena had been trying hard to suppress her jealousy lately. She’d been showing a more composed, mature side of herself, so I thought things had shifted.

But I overlooked something.

This time, the situation had clearly pushed Asena past her limit.

Out in the world, she might be cold and expressionless, but when it comes to me, she’s never been able to keep her emotions in check.

I’ve always known—she hides nothing from me.

Which is probably why she was now standing in my room, breathing heavily, her emotions written clearly on her face as she stared at me with eyes full of fire.

In some ways, maybe the simplest path was to go along with it.

Maybe giving her this would ease the storm inside her.

Besides, she’s someone I’m supposed to marry someday. There’s nothing strange about being close.

“……”

But on the other hand… if I asked myself whether this was the right time, I couldn’t answer so easily.

Over the past six months, through countless quiet moments and growing intimacy, I had begun to accept Asena as a woman.

But part of me still held onto the old instinct to protect her, to treat her delicately—like the little sister I’d cherished for ten years.

Even though that feeling had faded with time, it hadn’t disappeared completely.

I know—it sounds contradictory. We’ve shared more than enough to break that line, but emotionally, my heart hasn’t caught up with my head.

There’s still a wall I haven’t crossed. A boundary I’m not ready to breach.

Maybe that’s why, just a few days ago, when Keirsey approached me playfully, I instinctively pushed her away.

I told myself I needed more time. That I had to gain more experience. That I had to be someone who could guide them without hurting them.

But maybe… maybe I’m just making excuses.

The door locked behind her. Asena slowly walked toward me.

“Ase—”

“Be quiet.”

Her voice cut me off, trembling with tightly held emotion.

It wasn’t anger directed at me—or at Judy—but it was real.

“I’m not leaving. Don’t bother trying to send me away.”

“……”

Her steps were slow and deliberate, like a serpent gliding across the floor—dangerous, impossible to outrun.

Seeing her face up close, so raw and vulnerable, all the words I had prepared vanished. Her expression carried too many emotions—grief, rage, sadness, desire.

And that was what made it even more powerful, coming from someone who usually showed nothing.

Eventually, she asked me:

“…Did you enjoy it?”

That was the first time Asena showed me clear, unmistakable jealousy.

Her voice was icy, but her eyes begged me to deny it.

“…Was it good… with Judy?”

The second emotion that came was pure anger. Her jaw tensed, her eyes sharpened.

The sweet girl who had giggled and teased me just days before was nowhere to be found. This was a different Asena—one who had shed her mask.

“……”

But I couldn’t stay silent forever. She deserved the truth.

“Asena, Judy is my fiancée too. You know this is all… part of what was meant to happen.”

“Right. So take off your clothes. Isn’t it natural for us, too?”

“……”

Her bluntness hit me like a blow, catching me completely off guard.

And then, behind all that bravado, I saw it—

Fear.

She asked:

“…Do you not want me?”

The answer was obvious.

“No.”

But Asena was cunning.

She had already guessed what my answer would be. And once she had it, she treated it like permission.

The fear vanished. Her face hardened with determination.

She stepped forward.

And then—kneeling before me—Asena reached for my belt with practiced ease.

“Ase—”

“I told you to be quiet, Oppa.”

She said that—and without pause, continued her actions with unwavering focus.

Then she pulled away just slightly and spoke again, her breath still trembling.

“Haa… This is your first time, right? Judy didn’t do this for you, did she?”

As soon as the words left her lips, she resumed—like the only way she could breathe was through that moment of closeness.

Even amidst it all, seeing her express that sharp jealousy toward Judy made my thoughts go hazy.

“You… you really are jealousy incarnate, huh?”

“Paha… Haa… I just love you more than anyone else, that’s all. Ha-um..!”

Her awkward movements were quickly improving.

She adjusted to every one of my reactions with incredible sensitivity, instinctively repeating only the responses that drew a positive effect from me.

I couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure that followed. It wasn’t just her touch—it was every deliberate move, every reaction that stirred something deeper inside me.

And truthfully, it wasn’t just her actions.

It was her very presence that made me feel so conflicted.

A girl I’d watched grow up.

A woman whose power in the kingdom was second to none.

Someone others feared.

And yet, here she was—kneeling before me with such vulnerable devotion.

Her gaze, too, stirred something inside me.

Not long ago, that gaze had unsettled me with its sharpness.

But now… it only sparked a need to take control.

The more she served me while still carrying that burning, stormy look in her eyes, the more I found her intoxicating.

And when I flinched—when I showed the slightest sign of sensitivity—she chased that reaction down again and again. It was almost… adorable. As if she was learning how to please me one breath at a time.

I lost all strength to push her away.

And she, triumphant, doubled down—working even harder, more eagerly, her breath warm against me.

Her movements were fluid and oddly graceful, like she’d been practicing in secret. Perhaps it was all those long kisses we’d shared before—her familiarity with me now revealed in every little flick and motion.

It was new to her, this kind of closeness. But she was figuring it out by feel alone.

She responded only to me. My reactions became her compass, and with each pass, she refined her approach.

In some twisted way, it felt like I was the one shaping her… and that, too, drove me wild.

She moved deliberately, tilting her head, brushing me with a warmth that made my heart race.

She adjusted her depth, experimented with her rhythm, letting instinct guide her more than experience.

All the while, that fierce fire in her eyes never dimmed.

There was no trace of boredom or impatience. No hint that she wanted it over with.

If anything, she looked like she was trying to win—glaring up at me as if determined to conquer this moment, and me with it.

“…Ugh… hnn…”

In the end, it was her sheer intensity that broke me.

I had already lost the moment she stepped into my room.

Now, I could only accept it—memorize it. Etch this overwhelming, impossible moment into my soul.

I found myself gently stroking her cheek, overcome with a strange sense of tenderness. It was as if nothing else in the world could matter.

And at that, she finally smiled with her eyes, a quiet pride blooming on her face.

I let out a breathless laugh.

“…Alright. I give up.”

She pulled away slightly, leaving a soft kiss in her wake before answering with elegant mischief.

“Haah… smooch—How could you ever win against me, Oppa? Smooch.”

She returned to her task, undeterred.

But while our words may have danced with defiance, the truth of our positions was clear.

I sat passively, while she—kneeling, devoted—was the one who moved with purpose and intensity.

For almost fifteen minutes, she remained fully focused on me.

And throughout, I continued to stroke her softly, like I was praising her effort with every touch.

I could feel it—something was building.

A warmth, a tightening, the telltale pulse that even I couldn’t ignore anymore.

“Asena… Oppa’s close. You can stop now—”

“Paha… No.”

And then, Asena tilted her head again and pushed forward, deeper.

It felt like she was drawing me in completely—her hold firm, unyielding.

I sometimes wondered where she got this boldness. This burning intensity.

But right now, all it did was push me over the edge.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Instead of pushing her away, I pulled her in closer, wrapping myself around her gently. Her scent—fresh, clean, intoxicating—washed over me.

And then, it happened. I let go.

In that moment, I didn’t think about what came after. I had already crossed the line long ago, and there was no turning back.

There was guilt, and there was shame. But also undeniable bliss.

Maybe if things had stopped short, it wouldn’t have felt so overwhelming.

But it hadn’t. And now, there was only one direction left for the moment to go.

She had no choice but to accept what I gave—there was no escaping it.

And despite my limited experience, I wondered… was this what made intimacy so intense?

The feeling of taking something precious, and being unable to stop yourself from making it yours.

In some twisted way, the more sacred she felt, the more forbidden it all seemed—making the sensation that much more vivid.

The long, drawn-out moment finally passed.

Only then did I come to my senses.

How long had I held her there like that?

Panicked, I gently pulled her away.

She finally looked up at me, her face flushed, breath shaky.

Her sharp gaze had softened. Her eyes, half-lidded, met mine in a daze.

Her lips parted, tongue peeking out, still tasting of everything we had just shared.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

It was the first time I’d ever seen Asena like this—so unguarded, so raw.

And I realized…

I was the only one in the world who ever would.

It felt like I had awakened a monster within me—one I didn’t even know existed.

Asena reflexively licked her lips and swallowed what remained, blinking as she slowly returned to her senses.

Wiping the stray tears from the corners of her eyes and the trail of moisture from her lips, she looked back at me—then at what remained standing between us.

Without a word, she gave me a small push, climbing onto the bed.

At the same time, she tugged down my pants and tossed them aside, then gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it upward with impatient hands.

We both knew… the night was far from over.

I slipped out of my shirt and sat back, watching her as she shifted closer, her body open, her eyes filled with want.

Seeing that, this time, I helped her undress.

She had come wearing a dress. With one layer removed, she sat in front of me in nothing but her undergarments.

Her skin was soft and radiant, glowing under the warm light.

Though we’d lived together for so long, I’d never seen her like this—never seen her bare.

Long black hair cascading down emerald eyes. A sharp gaze. Graceful features. Curves that rose and fell in perfect balance. A soft belly with a navel lined in the center like a delicate stroke of art.

“…..”

“…..”

We just looked at each other, quietly.

Her hand reached up and touched my chest, careful and timid.

“Asena, lie down.”

I spoke.

“……”

She quietly obeyed. And just before she could fully settle back, I slid down the final piece of fabric—her last undergarment.

Her chest was the first to be revealed.

It struck me—how I had never noticed how beautiful she truly was.

Her figure, her soft pink skin, every subtle detail. It was all… breathtaking.

Her chest rose and fell with each uneven breath, trembling slightly as if her heart couldn’t calm itself.

I had been staring too long. When I finally met her eyes again, her face was flushed with color.

She didn’t look away from me—but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her nerves.

She didn’t try to cover herself. She let me see all of her, as if this moment was always meant to be. Like she had already accepted it—embraced it.

And yet… she was clearly still shy.

It was the first time I’d seen her like that.

Vulnerable.

I thought I knew everything about her. But now, through this closeness, I was discovering parts of Asena I had never seen before.

“…Please… I want you inside me, Oppa.”

Even before I could remove the last piece of fabric, she pleaded with trembling breath. My head was spinning, but I forced myself to reply calmly.

“…You haven’t had any foreplay yet. It hurts the first time—you need to be eased into it—”

“I don’t need it.”

Her voice was firm. So firm it startled me.

“…What?”

“I said I don’t need it.”

I could tell she was eager—desperate, even. But there was no need to rush. I didn’t want to ruin the experience for her—or for myself.

More than that, I didn’t want to hurt her. She had already endured so much because of me.

“It might hurt, you know?”

I tried to explain once more.

“That’s not it, Oppa.”

She answered.

“…?”

As I paused, confused, she reached down and removed her final undergarment on her own.

And that’s when I understood.

She was already prepared.

Though I hadn’t realized it, she had long since become overwhelmed with anticipation.

She was glistening—proof of her readiness trailing down softly. Her body answered before her words could.

“…So, please. Hurry.”

She reached out to me.

“You’re really… excited, huh.”

“Please. Now.”

“…..”

Even so—I didn’t enter her just yet.

Instead, I lay beside her. And gently pulled her close, from behind.

She blinked in surprise, but I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, letting the other glide carefully over her abdomen.

That pause—this soft moment—was as much for me as it was for her. I needed to breathe. To center myself. I didn’t want to lose control and cause her pain.

I rested my cheek against hers. Pressed my skin gently to hers. Breathed together.

My lower body met hers—lightly, almost reverently.

“Hnn… O-Oppa… please, just…”

“No.”

“…What?”

“This time, I’m saying no. Just stay still.”

“Ahh…!”

Her voice trembled against my ear, a quiet sound that sent shivers through me.

I wanted to hear more of that.

I slid my hand slowly upward, caressing her gently. And when I reached her chest, I held her close.

“…Mmh… Haa… nghh…”

She tensed with each touch, her breaths caught in tiny bursts.

I massaged her softly, teasing, letting her adjust to every sensation. Watching her eyes flutter, her finger pressed to her lips.

Even with Judy, I’d never noticed how soft a woman’s body could be. Was this simply something unique to women?

“Ahh… ngh…”

Naturally, my hand drifted lower—toward her most sensitive place. But then… it stopped.

“……”

I couldn’t bring myself to go further.

I wanted to touch her. The desire burned in me. But my hand hesitated.

There was a war inside me—a meaningless battle, maybe, but real all the same.

This was inevitable. We both knew it. And yet, I froze.

The reason was simple.

Part of me still saw her as my little sister.

That’s when she gently placed her hand over mine.

“…Stop thinking of me like that. I’m your wife now.”

She guided my hand—placed it where she wanted it.

As I touched her, she arched slightly, absorbing the sensation.

“Hnn..! Haa….”

“…Are you okay?”

“……”

“Asena?”

“…Just touch me the way you want to. And… put it in already.”

Her voice lacked composure, but her words held the same fire.

The more she acted bold, the more I realized—this really was Asena, right here in my arms.

I held her bare body close, then began to move my fingers in slow, circular strokes.

Not too fast. Not too much. Just enough to prepare her.

“Ahh… haaa… mm…”

She moaned softly with each motion. Her hips jerked slightly, instinctively pressing toward my hand and then away again, repeating.

I’d heard—maybe rumor, maybe truth—that if a woman was eased in well, even the first time wouldn’t hurt so much.

“Haa… haaa…”

I didn’t want her to suffer—not again. That thought alone pushed me to focus more, to learn her body better.

Her arousal coated my fingers completely, slick and warm. She was more than ready.

Yet still… I didn’t stop. Some part of me still feared hurting her.

Even if she was fully prepared—even if her body begged for more.

How long had I been holding Asena from behind, gently stroking her body?

Suddenly, she shifted and turned toward me.

Then, with a firm push, she climbed on top of me.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

She reached down, took hold of me, and guided herself toward the point where we would connect.

The longing in Asena’s eyes reignited, burning brighter than before.

Before I could even react, I felt the tip of me press against her entrance.

That melting sensation washed over me again. To be joined with someone in this way—it was dizzying.

…And the fact that it was with someone who had once been like a sister made the feeling even more overwhelming.

I had learned that guilt, when twisted, could turn into something intoxicating.

Still, in that moment between guilt and desire, hesitation bloomed.

Asena must have sensed it, because she paused, her hips hovering, and met my eyes.

She leaned forward, laying her upper body across mine while keeping her lower body poised.

Like a cat, she raised her hips and rested on top of me, her soft chest molding gently against my torso.

“…I told you I was ready.”

“Asena…”

“I can’t get any more prepared than this. Anything more would be a waste of time.”

“……..”

“…Should I?”

She asked quietly, almost timidly.

Her lips trembled, betraying her impatience. She looked like a wild animal holding back just inches from its prey.

“……”

When I still didn’t respond, Asena whispered again—this time directly into my ear.

“…Don’t see me as your little sister. I’m your woman now.”

She lured me in with that soft, trembling voice.

In the end, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in.

Her hands gathered near my chest, curled like a cat’s paws.

She shuddered in my arms, overcome by a simple embrace.

Given everything she had told me, it made sense.

She once said I was her savior. That I had supported her when she was young. That I was the one who taught her how to feel, how to love. That without me, she would’ve lived a cold, numb life. I could only imagine what kind of emotional power that gave me in her eyes.

We’d fought. We’d nearly separated more than once. But now, here we were—at the edge of something irreversible.

From her point of view, this closeness might have felt like the culmination of everything she had longed for.

A sudden question rose in me. Even if we had come this far… had she truly never seen me as her brother? Even for a moment?

While I struggled with that thought, Asena seemed to take my embrace as a sign of permission.

She slowly began to lower her hips.

Her pace was careful, as if she were trying to memorize every second of what was happening.

It contrasted her earlier urgency—and it made everything feel even more real.

Then, resistance.

I felt it. A thin veil that stopped me from going any deeper.

Asena’s barrier.

I never thought I’d be the one to cross that line with her.

…But maybe it was time to let go of those thoughts.

I had to stop thinking of her as family—and start seeing her as the wife she had become.

She had said it herself.

Asena didn’t stop. Her hips kept lowering.

And when I finally pressed past that final point, she trembled—and bit down hard on my neck.

Pop…

The moment her body gave way, she dropped her hips all the way down in one motion, fully taking me inside.

And all the while, she held tightly to me, her teeth still at my neck.

If biting me helped her endure the pain even slightly, I would’ve let her do it as long as she needed.

She gasped for breath, then slowly lifted her face—and kissed me deeply.

Her tongue reached into mine before slipping away again.

At such close range, her expression glowed with pure happiness.

She sat up, pushing on my chest, and laced her fingers tightly between mine.

And then… she smiled.

A sly, clever smile.

“……?”

Confused by that expression, I looked up at her.

She spoke with a glimmer in her voice.

“How does it feel—doing it with your little sister?”

“What?”

Her smile didn’t fade. She looked down at me with eyes that glistened with possessiveness.

If someone were to draw hearts in someone’s pupils, they would’ve looked just like hers.

And yet, what caught me more than her gaze was her question.

Just moments ago, she told me not to think of her as a sister—and now, she was the one using the word.

“You know this is… taboo, right? Doesn’t it feel good to do this with your little sister?”

My heart thudded in my chest.

And in that moment, I understood something.

Just as I had been unable to shake the image of her as my sister, Asena had never stopped seeing me as her brother.

Even when she declared to the world that she was no longer my sibling—even when she insisted we were something else—that was just a façade.

She said those things not because they were true… but because she wanted this moment.

The difference between us was this: I felt guilt over being with someone I once saw as a sister.

Asena? She didn’t care.

“If I didn’t think of you as my brother,” she said, “I would’ve called you ‘Cayden’—like Judy or Daisy do. But I never stopped calling you ‘Oppa,’ did I?”

All the determination I had gathered to see her as my wife was unraveling.

And there she was—smiling proudly, knowing exactly what she had done.

I was flooded with guilt again. But alongside it came something far heavier: a dark, intoxicating sense of forbidden closeness.

“Asena, I was trying—trying to do this right, and you say things like that…!”

“Because that’s what makes you love it more.”

“What…?”

“That’s what makes you feel the guilt—and that’s what makes it better.”

She wasn’t wrong.

My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else.

There was no point in denying it. No one else was here. Just the two of us.

No one to judge me. No one to stop me.

…And slowly, I began to accept that side of myself.

In fact, the realization twisted something deeper inside me.

I had spent so long telling myself to stop seeing her as a sister. To see her as my bride.

But now, a new thought echoed inside.

“So what if she is my sister?”

Was this what Asena truly wanted all along?

Just as I had stained her body, she had infected my mind.

A fitting plan for someone so cunning.

“Oppa… Oppa…”

She looked down at me lovingly, trembling as she whispered.

She kept calling me, over and over, smiling with unfiltered joy.

I slid my hands out from between hers and gently pulled her back down toward me.

I needed time to steady my breath.

She was just as overwhelmed. Her breathing matched mine, trying to calm.

I began to move again—carefully, slowly. Accepting her as she was.

Nothing had changed. Whatever she said, whatever she called me.

We were still two people bound by an engagement.

This act, at its core, was something natural.

…If anything, the fact that she had once been my sister was no longer a curse.

It was flavor.

Who knows how long we stayed like that, wrapped up in each other?

We didn’t move, but I could still feel the steady throb of myself inside her. Asena, too, hadn’t stopped reacting—her body continued to welcome me, warmth flowing between us like an unspoken bond.

It was as if her body was learning to match mine perfectly.

“…Oppa, you know what?”

She spoke while still nestled against me, her black hair brushing against my skin.

“What?”

“Do you know I’m the main wife?”

“…Huh?”

“All those other women… they’re just concubines. I’m the official one.”

Her words were laced with a sharp edge, even as she trembled in the afterglow of happiness.

The way she dismissed Keirsey and the others as “those women” said everything—Asena was deeply territorial and made no effort to hide her jealousy.

Still, I couldn’t ignore the part of her statement that stood out most: “main wife.”

Until now, I had always thought Daisy held that position. She had been the first whose wedding was planned. I even remember hearing that Asena had once gone so far as to seek Daisy’s blessing.

While I was trying to make sense of it all, Asena cut through my thoughts.

“…You were just thinking Daisy was the main one, weren’t you?”

Her voice was cool and sharp—so opposite the warmth of her body pressed against mine, it chilled me.

I couldn’t tell how she read me so clearly.

“…Do you have a death wish?”

This time, she didn’t even try to hide her emotion. Her words felt like a direct line to her rawest thoughts.

But by now, I wasn’t shocked. I had come to accept that Asena’s true nature was far more intense than she usually let on.

And right now… I was certain she was still overwhelmed by emotion. Just like I was.

No one remains completely calm after being this close to someone they love.

And for someone as possessive as Asena, the effect must have been tenfold.

Her words were laced with threat, but I could understand why. Maybe that’s why, instead of being alarmed, I smiled.

Asena, however, remained deadly serious. She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me, her expression darkening.

“…Of course I’m the main wife. Maybe you forgot, but I’m still a Pryester. All those… other women? They get to take your name. But I have to stay a Pryester.”

She paused, eyes gleaming.

“But that means the child I have with you… will be the legitimate heir. Do you understand? Our child will carry on the true Pryester bloodline.”

Our child.

Just hearing those words made my heart pound.

This was our first time, and she was already talking about children.

Asena continued.

“Since our child will be the legitimate heir… of course I’m the main wife. Right?”

I didn’t even know where to begin correcting her logic. But then again, I wasn’t sure it mattered.

Deep down, she probably knew she wasn’t being entirely rational. This was just her way of claiming her place in my heart.

So, I chose not to argue. I tried to soothe her instead.

“…Asena, don’t get caught up in all that. No matter your title, I’ll always care for—”

“No. Say it. Say I’m the main wife. Say you love me most. Say I’m the one you like best.”

Her demand wasn’t something I couldn’t give. Especially not now.

We were this close. We had just shared something irreversible. Why ruin the moment?

Besides, Asena never made a scene in front of the others. She only ever asked to be treated as the most important one when we were alone.

This was probably the same. A private moment, a private request.

So I said it.

“You’re the one I love the most.”

“…Mmh…”

Her body trembled again, visibly pleased by the simple affirmation. I could feel her respond, tightly and suddenly, as if her body was wagging like a happy pup.

She was genuinely happy.

And as if she couldn’t hold it in anymore, she began to move.

She rocked her hips lightly against me, testing the angle, before gradually lifting herself up—and then dropping back down.

Squelch… squelch…

“Ahh… haa…”

Her upper body remained pressed against mine, but her hips moved eagerly. Desperation clouded her breath—she didn’t even try to speak anymore.

Watching her, I whispered soft praise.

“You’re so cute, Asena. You know you’re mine, right?”

“Hngh…!”

At my words, she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip as if trying to withstand the pleasure building inside her.

Plap! Plap!

And then, suddenly, she reached her climax.

She had barely moved, yet this proud, guarded girl unraveled so quickly—it caught me completely off guard.

My lower body grew warmer, soaked in the heat she released.

“…Did you just come, Asena?”

“…Don’t say anything.”

She trembled in place, momentarily frozen.

But it didn’t last. With renewed focus, she resumed moving her hips.

Plap… plap…!

“Don’t move. Oppa… hngh… You don’t get a choice right now.”

Her movements grew bolder, and her moans louder.

“Haa! Ah! Haa… Ah, Oppa…!”

She sat upright again, lacing her fingers with mine.

With every motion of her hips, her chest swayed in rhythm.

Even as her face softened from release, she quickly composed herself again—her gaze regaining its fire as she stared down at me.

It hit me all over again how well she wore her mask. How naturally she hid her emotions—until now.

“Finally… haa… finally…!”

She gripped my fingers tightly, whispering like it was a prayer.

The expression on her face said everything.

She had waited so long for this.

Our bodies, soaked in each other, now echoed with messy, wet sounds.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Ah! Ah! I love it! Oppa, I love it!”

She no longer held back. The quiet Asena who always hid herself away was gone.

Now, I wondered if someone outside could hear her.

But even then, I didn’t want to stop her. Her voice, laced with pleasure, only made my heart beat faster.

That fierce look in her eyes as she moved—I’d never forget it.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Her motions grew even more intense. So much so, I started to worry if it hurt.

Like she had lost herself, Asena moved without holding back.

“Ah! Aah! Nngh!”

Knock… knock…

The sudden knock on the door startled me, making me sit up.

Asena’s moans had gotten too loud.

But she reacted faster than I did.

Before I could move, she pushed me back down and covered my mouth with her small hand.

She didn’t stop moving. Not for a second.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“No one’s interrupting this…! You’re mine right now, Oppa. Got it? Look at me! Only look at me…!”

I could’ve easily stopped her. Pushed her off if I wanted.

But looking at her face… I couldn’t.

As her moans and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a voice came from the other side of the door.

“O…Oppa? Wh… what are you doing?”

It was Keirsey.

Her voice, trembling with fear, called from behind the door.

I reached up to pull Asena’s hand away from my mouth, but before I could, she leaned in and whispered:

“Don’t let anyone interrupt us… hnngh…”

Invoking her pride as a Pryester, Asena turned her head and shouted loudly toward the door.

“Haa…! Ah…! K-Keirsey! Go back! Aaah!”

‘U-unnie? What… what are you doing in Oppa’s room…?’

Even as Keirsey tried to understand, Asena kept moving, her hips undeterred.

“What do you think I’m doing? Ah…! Oppa feels so good…!”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Asena didn’t hide it. In fact, she moaned louder, chasing the sensation as if to boast about it.

“Ahh…! Hngh..! Aah! Ah!”

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

‘O-Oppa… just… come out for a second…’

Asena ignored it.

She finally let go of my mouth—only to cover it with a kiss, her tongue slipping deep as if to stop me from saying a single word.

And she moved even more fervently, her body pressing and rocking harder against mine.

There were moments where she trembled and paused—but even without words, I could tell what had just happened each time.

Her moans became wet sounds, muffled by our kiss.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

‘O-Oppa…? J-just a moment…!’

It became clear to Asena that I was distracted—my focus drifting toward Keirsey’s voice outside.

So she dropped her hips deeply, drawing me in fully, and then moved just enough to make sure we were completely joined—no room between us.

Then she exhaled slowly, like she was finally resting.

She turned her head toward the door.

“Keirsey. You remember our promise, don’t you?”

At those words, the knocking stopped.

“We said we wouldn’t interrupt each other in moments like these. I was really hoping you’d keep your word.”

Now able to speak again, I asked quietly:

“…You made a promise like that?”

“Yeah. It was necessary if we didn’t want to fight with the others.”

She glanced at me briefly before turning her eyes back to the door.

“Keirsey, go on. You’re the one stopping us now.”

I gently tugged her arm and whispered,

“Asena, don’t push her like that…”

She gave me a sweet smile.

Then turned back to the door and shouted even louder,

“Keirsey, even if you stand there, I’m not stopping. You’d do the same in my place, wouldn’t you? Right now… Oppa’s deep inside me.”

Again, she provoked her.

It was as if she was releasing all the stress she had built up—especially over Judy—and now channeling it through this moment.

I couldn’t let it go on.

I grabbed Asena’s waist and rolled us over.

Now beneath me, Asena lay with her back on the bed as I leaned over her.

To stop her from saying more, I covered her lips with my hand.

Yet even that seemed to amuse her.

Her eyes gleamed—wild with emotion, soaked in obsession and triumph.

She looked like someone who had just broken her leash.

Eventually, I spoke again.

“Keirsey?”

‘…Y-yeah…?’

“You should head back now. It’s the right thing to do.”

‘………’

With Asena’s mouth covered and her hips pinned still, the room had grown quiet.

And if one listened closely, they could hear everything outside the door.

Then came the hesitant sound of Keirsey’s retreating footsteps.

They grew fainter… until they vanished entirely.

A pang of guilt settled in my chest. I felt like I needed to take better care of her.

I thought of her voice just days ago—how she had pleaded, saying she felt left behind by Asena. I hadn’t expected it, but it was clear now.

Keirsey had fallen behind in everything. First kiss. First experience. Everything.

Smack. Smooch.

While I was lost in thought, I suddenly realized—Asena was licking and kissing my fingers, the ones I’d just used to cover her mouth.

I tried to pull away in surprise, but my finger caught on her cheek. Her mouth opened, revealing a soft, pink tongue inside.

With a sultry gaze and calm smile, Asena whispered:

“Now… focus on me.”

A part of me began to bristle.

Something about her smugness—the way she taunted Keirsey, the way she smiled so confidently even after everything—weighed on me.

Her eyes, so sharp and proud, only added to it.

For a moment, I genuinely felt like I wanted to scold her.

But I let it go. I turned back to her and focused again.

“I’m focused.”

Just those words made her tighten around me, her smile twitching as she shuddered with pleasure.

She was completely in control, her voice brimming with pride.

“Interlock fingers.”

It came out as a command—like I was already hers.

I didn’t argue. I laced my fingers with hers.

“Kiss me.”

With our hands pressed against the bed, I leaned down and met her lips.

When I pulled back, I saw her eyes shimmering.

“…Why?”

I asked softly.

“…Because it makes me happy… that your tongue moves just for me.”

She smiled faintly and added,

“…Back then, I only ever kissed you when you were asleep.”

She was admitting the darkness she once kept hidden.

“Kind of bold of you, now.”

“Well… you’re mine now. And I’m just so happy. It feels like… my brain is melting.”

She didn’t stop.

Her body spoke for her, still reacting without restraint.

Suddenly, I remembered something I had always wondered about.

And since we were this close—skin against skin—I felt I could finally ask.

“…How many times?”

“Hmm?”

“Kisses. How many times did you kiss me while I was asleep?”

She blinked, thinking. Then answered, casually.

“Six years… So… maybe around three thousand?”

“What?”

“Yeah. Roughly that.”

Her answer far exceeded anything I could have imagined.

I had thought at most—maybe 500 kisses.

But three thousand? That was six times what I’d expected.

Then it hit me.

Even from a simple numerical standpoint, it didn’t make sense.

“No, Asena. Just counting the days, that’s impossible—”

“I kissed you dozens of times each visit.”

“…..”

“Every time I tried to leave your room, I kissed you again. Every time I thought, ‘this should be the last,’ I ended up kissing you once more…”

“…….”

“Enough talking.”

Still pinned beneath me, she moved her hips in a slow, yearning rhythm.

She swallowed hard and whispered:

“…Oppa, take me.”

“…….”

“Drive me crazy.”

I began moving.

Despite her tightness, she was so overwhelmed and prepared that it wasn’t difficult.

The connection between us was slick, deep, and intimate.

Her gaze, never wavering, locked onto mine.

That intense fire burning in her eyes—it was something I’d never thought humanly possible.

The gaze of someone who loved with everything they had.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Hnn… uhgh…”

Each time I moved, her moans grew louder.

Every little movement made her writhe, made her tighten, made her shudder.

Even in the middle of it all, she kept talking.

“Oppa, you still haven’t answered.”

“Answered what?”

“How it feels… doing this with your little sister.”

“……”

That dangerous feeling—one I had tried so hard to suppress—rose again.

More and more, I wanted to punish Asena for her wickedness.

To make her stop being so smug.

“Why do you keep asking that?”

“I told you,” she whispered with a teasing smile, “because it makes you even more excited.”

She purred sweetly:

“What’s it like? Having raised me, seen me grow… and now finally taking me?

Is it like plucking a ripened fruit? Is it sweet—taking someone you raised with love?”

I almost laughed at how absurd she sounded.

Instead, I countered:

“What about you—”

I didn’t even finish before she answered.

“I love it. I’m so happy I could die.

Being with you like this was always my dream. I imagined it a thousand times, but reality is even better.

It’s so good it doesn’t feel real. I want to stay like this forever. No—until tomorrow night too.

Please? I’ll be good. Let’s stay like this until tomorrow. Oh—there, yes, want me more.

This happiness—it’s the first time in my life, Oppa.

If this continues… I might cry. Haa… it’s too good.

What should I do? Oppa, if you ever need to satisfy yourself… come to me first. That’s an order.

Oppa—hold my hands tighter. No—say it now. Tell me you love me.”

“What?”

“Say it.

Say you love me.

Do you know? You’ve never said it—not once.”

“…Really? I thought I did.”

“You did.

But only ever as a family.

You never said you loved me as a woman.”

“We’re connected like this. Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes. Say it.”

It felt like riding a wave—one moment finding her infuriating, the next endearing.

I suppressed the growing urge to scold her—and instead, answered:

“…I love you.”

Slowly, I moved my hips and repeated:

“I love you, Asena.”

“Hnngh..! Ngh…!”

She climaxed again.

I had lost count of how many times.

I hadn’t even reached my limit once, yet she kept cresting again and again.

It wasn’t just because she was sensitive.

It was because she loved me that much.

Her mind, not just her body, was overwhelmed.

The same girl who was once called ruthless by others, now trembled so delicately beneath me.

After she calmed down slightly, Asena reached up and began leaving small, biting kisses along my neck.

By the time she was done, my skin bore both bite marks and kiss marks.

“Haa…”

She had reached her limits several times now.

Concerned for her, I decided to slowly pull out, thinking to end things for the night.

But just as we were about to separate—her legs wrapped around my waist like a snake, pulling me back inside.

“What are you doing?”

Her voice, sharp as a blade, cut through.

“Huh? I thought we’d stop.”

“Who said you could.”

“You’ve already climaxed so many times. You’ll be exhausted.”

“That’s for me to decide.

You’re still hard, aren’t you?”

“…It doesn’t have to end with me finishing—”

Asena’s eyes narrowed, turning icy.

“…Did you finish inside Judy?”

Her jealousy surfaced—raging and undeniable.

“What?”

“Answer me.”

“……”

Even before I could answer, she read my face.

Her voice dropped, heavy with realization.

“…You did.”

“…Yeah.”

“Then shut up and move.

You didn’t finish inside me yet.

Why are you ending it so early?

I don’t want to lose—not to anyone.”

She clung tightly, refusing to let go.

“Oppa, did you finish inside her?”

“…….”

“You didn’t, right?”

Again, she read my expression.

A slow smile spread across her lips as she pieced it together.

“You didn’t finish inside her…?”

“……”

“You pulled out, didn’t you?”

Satisfied, she ground her hips slowly against me.

Maybe because I had rested briefly—

the sensation felt even sharper, overwhelming.

“Ugh…!”

Hearing me react made Asena’s eyes melt with love.

“So cute…

You’re so cute, Oppa.

Please, just let yourself moan for me.

It makes me so happy.

Please… just once more?”

That was it.

I couldn’t stand being toyed with anymore.

Not out of anger—but because as her older brother, as the man she loved,I needed to put her back in her place.

I pulled away—forcefully.

“…Eh?”

No matter how tightly she locked her legs around me, she couldn’t stop me if I truly tried.

“What are you doing?” she asked sharply.

Her pride was practically sky-high.

But when she realized I wasn’t ending things, she quieted—watching closely.

I repositioned myself, slipped my arms beneath her thighs, and locked them firmly in place.

Then—leaning in—

I kissed her.

Right on her reddened, sensitive center.

“Ah…!”

A startled, helpless moan escaped her lips.

Asena tried to push my head away, flustered.

“What are you doing…? It’s… dirty, Oppa…”

Ignoring her protest, I teased her gently.

“Ahn…! S-stop that… I—it feels good but… I want to see your face instead…!”

Even now, she couldn’t hide her pride.

But I didn’t let up.

“This is your punishment for trying to outmatch me.”

I whispered—and resumed.

“Nggh…! Nghh…!

Th-then—if you’re mine—you should do as I say.

Either way, Oppa—you’re not leaving without finishing inside me.”

Her voice, quivering, still clung stubbornly to her demands.

It only made her seem even more reckless, even more lovable.

No matter how much pleasure I gave her, she still refused to lose ground.

I lifted my head for a moment and gazed down at her.

There she was—beautiful, trembling, flushed.

Perfectly, devastatingly irresistible.

And then…

I noticed something.

Something I hadn’t seen before.

It was another part of her—unexpected, yet just as delicately shaped.

A pink, tightly closed spot that almost seemed to pull my attention in without meaning to.

Maybe it was because everything about Asena exuded elegance.

Before I could think it through, my body moved on its own.

I gently brought my lips to her there.

“Hhii—!”

Her reaction was immediate—a loud gasp, louder than anything I’d heard from her before.

I focused, carefully teasing her with soft, circling motions.

She trembled beneath me, her body clenching and relaxing in small pulses.

I glanced up to see her face—her hands were covering her mouth as if trying to hold back, brows drawn, eyes squeezed shut.

She didn’t speak.

“Asena, does it feel good?”

“……..”

“…Not saying anything?”

For a moment, I wondered if she was just being playful, ignoring me to be bratty again.

But that wasn’t it.

She truly couldn’t speak.

Her mouth wouldn’t even open.

Instead, it was her body that answered.

From between her thighs, she responded more honestly than words ever could—more than before, more than ever.

I could feel it. Finally, I had taken the lead.

“This is your weakness, isn’t it?”

Still, she didn’t answer.

And I started to believe what they say—that sometimes, those with the strongest fronts are the most sensitive in unexpected places.

“You were giving out all those commands earlier,” I teased, resuming what I was doing.

Her legs lost strength and slowly fell apart, her hips writhing, twisting.

And then I remembered—Asena was especially vulnerable to emotional stimulation.

So now, with the power in my hands, I pressed forward.

“How are you this cute… even here?”

Shudder. Shudder.

Right then, she reached another peak.

Her entire body quaked as she released again.

To help her through it, I lifted my head and reached between her legs, softly teasing her with my fingers—guiding her through the waves.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, hands still over her mouth.

The same girl who stood proud and cold before others… now trembled like a delicate creature, legs open, breath hitching.

Finally, her eyes opened—just barely.

“Nngh… hahh…”

Her once-dominant gaze had turned over completely. The fire in her eyes softened, hazy.

The sight was too much.

It was beautiful.

So intense, it almost overwhelmed me with guilt.

Even if I wanted more, I paused.

The image of her like that—flushed, unguarded—was burned into me.

I kissed her.

Her tongue, loose and soft, responded instinctively.

By the time we broke apart, she had returned to herself—mostly.

But her aura had changed.

Her presence wasn’t overpowering anymore.

There was surrender in her eyes, a kind of yielding she hadn’t shown before.

She seemed to understand why I’d gone that far—her expression was one of realization.

“…Still… before we finish…”

Her voice was barely a murmur.

And then, without hesitation, I slipped a single finger into her from behind.

“Nnhk!”

She clamped her lips shut again—speechless.

But her body… her body responded even more clearly.

“What?”

She didn’t answer.

Eventually, she exhaled slowly and whispered.

“P-please… take it out…”

“Is that a command?”

I smiled and gently circled my finger.

“Ahhn! O-Oppa…”

She closed her legs together tightly, trying to hide herself—but that spot couldn’t be hidden.

She looked up at me, pleading.

Yes. That was the look I’d wanted.

“You need to say it properly.”

I said it as if I were guiding her, and she obeyed.

“…Please… take it out, Oppa. I’m begging you.”

“Does it hurt?”

She met my eyes—those deep green ones—and slowly shook her head.

“…It just… felt too good… I… it felt strange…”

Her honesty was disarming.

Hearing that, I slowly pulled away.

She let out a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

A moment passed, then Asena bit her lip and murmured—more to herself than to me.

But I knew she meant for me to hear it.

“…Still… I wish you’d finish inside me…

I don’t want to lose to Judy…”

Her voice was small. Unlike earlier, it was almost shy.

Seeing her this way—softened, humbled—only stirred me more.

The truth was, I hadn’t been holding back because I didn’t want her.

I hadn’t even released yet, and part of me still burned with tension.

Teasing her had been a way to tame her, to humble her.

But now that the balance had shifted, I repositioned myself again.

I gently spread her legs and aligned myself.

She watched, her eyes wide and almost reverent.

And then, I slipped back inside.

“Hah…!”

She was even warmer than before. Softer.

No resistance. No struggle.

Just quiet acceptance.

I moved with more strength now—just enough to remind her who held control.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Hnn! Ah… ahhh!”

Compared to before, it was so easy to lead her now.

Every few minutes, she came again.

She had begged for this moment—and now I gave it without hesitation.

She had lost all her resistance, and I didn’t hold back.

Like taking back a conquered stronghold, I continued to move deep inside her.

I interlaced our fingers—something she’d loved so much.

Asena couldn’t even lift her arms anymore. Her hands lay flattened against the bed, completely still.

It almost looked like I was pinning her down with affection.

Still joined, I moved my hips rhythmically.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

She was still trembling, still cresting, again and again.

But the girl who once proudly used her words now couldn’t even lift her voice.

And yet… I had to admire her will.

Even overwhelmed like this, I could still feel the hunger in her.

Especially the way she locked her legs around me—firm, unwavering.

She refused to let go until I had finished.

Only after Asena had reached her peak countless times did the tension in my own body finally build to the point of no return.

Had she not been so sensitive, it would have happened much earlier.

Every time she reacted, I slowed down to not let myself go too soon.

“Hhngh…!”

All the guilt. The restraint. The built-up pressure.

Everything finally surged forward.

Asena gathered what little strength she had left.

“You want to finish, don’t you…?”

Her hands cupped my face.

“Do it, Oppa. Inside. Please.”

With her words, I gave in. I moved deeper—one final push.

We reached the deepest point we could—joined fully, breathlessly.

And in that instant, I let go.

Pulse. Pulse.

We stayed like that, completely still, as I gave everything to her.

Even I was surprised by the release.

More than I’d ever experienced.

I could feel every wave of it, and how her body welcomed it—how it drew me in even deeper.

Asena slowly began to smile.

No more fierce edge in her expression. Just contentment.

A quiet, satisfied sort of joy.

When it was over, we both lay still, breathing heavily.

I tried to move, but her legs locked around my waist again.

“…Just stay here a little longer,” she whispered.

“Like this. Connected.”

It felt like she didn’t want to waste a single drop.

Like she wanted to keep me inside her—not just physically, but emotionally too.

Time passed.

Eventually, I softened, and slowly, I slipped out of her.

“…That’s a little sad,” she mumbled.

“What is?”

“You can still use me more, Oppa. If you want.”

“Still?” I chuckled.

“How much more do you want?”

“I just want to be filled up. Completely.”

“Is that really something to say in your state?”

Asena couldn’t even lift her head anymore.

Exhausted, but still clinging to me, as if she could stay like this forever.

She reminded me of someone drunk on warmth, unable to put down the glass.

I stood up briefly and poured her a glass of water from the pitcher nearby.

I took a sip first, then brought it to her.

She swallowed gratefully, then gently set the cup aside—and reached out her arms to me.

It felt like she wanted me to hold her.

Instead, I scooped her up into my arms.

Hands beneath her thighs and back, I lifted her easily.

She giggled.

It was familiar.

The same way I used to wake her up in the mornings when we were younger.

Just like always, she kissed my neck.

I set her gently into a nearby chair and changed the sheets.

Then, using a clean cloth, I carefully wiped her down—every bit of sweat and evidence of our time together.

I cleaned myself as well, and then picked her up again to carry her back to bed.

I laid her down first, then climbed in beside her.

Under the soft blankets, she curled into me like a puppy.

Warm. Soft. Completely wrapped around me.

Sex was one thing—but the quiet after, this calm, was something else entirely.

It felt more honest somehow.

“Oppa,” she whispered, “I think you’re the only one in the world who could truly overwhelm me like that.”

I could tell she was talking about earlier. When I’d taken the lead—when I’d made her yield.

“And I didn’t hate it. In fact… I liked it. It made me happy.”

I smiled and gently brushed her hair.

She rested her head against my chest.

“Oppa, if we have a baby someday… what should we name them?”

“Huh?”

“I mean it. Just being able to dream about a future like this… It makes me so happy. To think that we might actually make a child together.”

“You’re more emotional than usual tonight,” I said softly.

“I’m seeing a whole new side of you.”

“Because I’m not hiding anything in front of you.

I didn’t know I could be this happy, Oppa.”

“And I’m glad you are.”

“So?” she whispered. “What about the name?”

“No rush. Let’s think about it together.”

Then I paused.

“…Wait. Was today your… ovulation day?”

She looked at me and smiled quietly.

After a long pause, she finally answered.

“No. I was upset, so I came today… But it’s not the right day. I missed it by six days.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If only I’d waited six more days… then maybe it would’ve been real.”

“There’s no need to rush.”

“But still, about the names…”

“You’ve already thought of some?”

She nodded.

“A lot. I’ve dreamed about this for a long time.”

There was a strange, almost beautiful heaviness in that thought.

Like I’d just helped her realize something she’d been holding onto for years.

“The top two names I love are Aiden for a boy… and Riana for a girl. After our grandfather and grandmother.”

“That’s… actually a really good idea.”

She hesitated, then placed her hand on my chest.

“Oppa… even if I have a daughter, you have to love me most. Okay?”

I looked at her, grinning, and teasingly touched her chest in return.

“What? Are you saying you’ll get jealous of your own daughter?”

I gave her a gentle poke, making her giggle.

“I’ll be cautious of anyone who might steal your love.”

I pulled her into my arms.

“…Then we’ll have to have a son.”

Asena smiled, thoroughly satisfied.

“So you’re really thinking about our child now, too?”

“There’s no reason not to. If it’s going to happen someday… might as well start dreaming now.”

“…If only I’d waited six more days… Then it would’ve become real.”

I gently stroked Asena’s bare back, letting my hand drift over the curve of her waist, down to her hips.

Her soft skin calmed my still-thudding heart.

“…Asena, you’re not mad anymore, right?”

“…Hm?”

“From tomorrow… we’re back to normal, yeah?

The anger from this morning… and what you said to Keirsey…”

There was a quiet pause before she replied.

“…I’ll apologize to Keirsey.”

“…Okay.”

I nodded, though part of me still wondered if that was the right thing to do.

Maybe Keirsey wouldn’t even want that.

Maybe, for her, it had already become something she’d rather forget.

I didn’t know how Keirsey would react.

She was just as jealous—if not more so—than Asena.

I had no idea what she would do after realizing she’d been “pushed aside” again.

But for now, I was too tired to think any further.

“…Let’s sleep for now. I’m getting drowsy.”

“Kiss me.”

Again, she asked.

It felt like her favorite thing in the world was kissing me.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.

“…That’s not enough. More.”

So I kissed her again.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, clinging to me as we kissed—longer this time, deeper.

Our lips and breath mingled, softly and slowly, until they parted.

“…Let’s sleep now,” I whispered.

Asena nestled into my chest, breathing warmly against my skin.

“…Hold my hand.”

She had one last request.

I gently turned her around, so that her back rested against my chest.

Then I slipped my arm beneath her head and reached for her hand.

She laced her fingers with mine, holding on tight.

“Goodnight,” I said softly.

“…Visit me in my dreams,” she whispered.

And like that, we drifted into sleep—still holding on to each other.

[TL: This was too long. But I love it 😂 ]