My Younger Sister Was My First Love

94. New Life

There were quite a few new things I experienced after meeting Jihee.

Maybe this would become one of them today.

“Oppa! What about this?”

The swimsuit store was bigger than I had expected.

I was following Jihee with a somewhat awkward posture.

“It’s pretty.”

“Do you know that’s the fifth time you’ve said that?”

“But what can I do if it’s really pretty?”

Although she hadn’t directly tried it on yet, Jihee kept picking up and putting down swimsuits.

What was even more burdensome was that a female staff member was sticking close to us, saying she’d be happy to help if we needed anything.

It was as if she’d recommend products at any moment, with an intimidating aura.

“The orange one is nice too, oppa. Don’t you like anything?”

“What’s this?”

I turned my gaze to find that I had picked up a rash guard that was impossible to see as revealing.

“……Is this for real?”

“Yes. You can swim with this on, it’s fine.”

“Then bring me the one that catches my eye the most.”

I quickly picked out the most normal design among the options, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Put this on.”

“Oppa, are you crazy?”

“Yeah.”

“No, how can you think of making your little sister wear something like that!”

I was terrified that the staff might overhear, so I put down what I was holding and randomly grabbed a bikini.

“How about this one, then?”

“Hmm, you’re finally being honest.”

“Go try it on and pay for it.”

“Hey, it’s better to try it on first. What if the size doesn’t fit?”

I was worried that the staff might have heard me call Jihee my little sister, so I dragged her into the fitting room.

“Go in and check if it fits, and we’ll go with that.”

“Oppa has to see it too.”

“I know, so go in already.”

As soon as the door closed, I let out a deep sigh.

……I should have made a comment like we were a couple when we came in.

Watching Jihee, who was being awkward, made me feel like my brain was lacking oxygen.

“Oppa.”

The urgent voice came from beyond the door.

“Why.”

“I’m done.”

“Does it fit well?”

“Come in and take a look for a second?”

It didn’t sound like she was joking.

Instead, it felt like there was some kind of problem.

“Why.”

“Ah, hurry up.”

But can two people really go in there?

I didn’t know if there was a rule about that in the fitting room, but I followed Jihee’s instructions and opened the door to go in.

The door closed with a thud.

As expected, the space inside, which was less than 1 pyeong, was too small for two people to stand in.

“……How is it?”

The response was a soft whisper.

Jihee, reflected in the mirror, looked embarrassed and slightly shrank her body.

The parts that should be hidden were already hidden, but the excessive area of exposed skin made me lose my gaze.

“Did you call me in just to show me what you’re wearing?”

“Is that so?”

“I’m leaving.”

The moment I tried to grab the door handle again.

Jihee’s wrist caught mine.

“Don’t open the door. I’m embarrassed.”

“It’s okay, you look great in it, so take it off and let’s go to the cashier.”

Something about her kept whispering, so I thought I should too.

“You have to feel the texture too.”

Jihee’s hand led me to the smooth line of her waist.

The sensation of the swimsuit at the end of her hips was clearly transmitted to my fingertips.

“What are you doing…!”

“Is it similar to what oppa imagined?”

“What’s important is that it fits well and looks good.”

“The person taking it off is important too.”

If this were a cartoon, a huge question mark would probably be floating above my head.

I was left speechless, like someone who had discovered an unsolvable mystery.

“What did you say…?”

“It’s a secret.”

The door creaked open with a loud noise.

Jihee flung the door open and pushed me outside.

“Let’s do the rest later!”

The door closed tightly, as if nothing had happened.

My body temperature soared.

I could feel my ears turning red.

I still couldn’t understand why I had to go in there with her, but Jihee in a swimsuit was…

Too beautiful.

I had seen her show off her legs many times before.

I had even slept with her in my underwear.

But it still didn’t feel normal.

Every time I saw her, I thought she was seductive.

Every time I saw her, I had to repress my male instincts.

Something felt cold.

I realized that the staff member was staring at me, and I was still dazed.

“Uh…”

“Yes?”

“Please refrain from using the fitting room at the same time…”

The staff member’s words made my embarrassment return, all the way to the top of my head.

“I’m sorry…”

…I wanted to die.

“No. Why are you acting like that with just that?”

“Eejee, don’t you know that you’re embarrassing yourself?”

I wondered why he was giving me a death glare as soon as we left.

It turned out that he was caught by the staff with only two people in the fitting room.

“What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re going to do anything.”

“There are rules and social norms, you know! We didn’t do anything wrong, but we’re being treated like complete perverts.”

Seriously.

I’m speechless.

My brother has this weird thing where he gets embarrassed in the most ridiculous places.

Selective embarrassment, maybe?

“Then, we should’ve just done something inside and gotten it over with. Sorry.”

“No, that’s not it!”

“We didn’t do anything, but we’re being treated like we did, and it’s frustrating.”

“Whatever. Let’s just drop it.”

As I stuck my shoulder next to his, he turned his head away again.

“Let’s go now that we’ve bought them.”

We both chose our own swimsuits, and even though they weren’t exactly couple outfits, the colors matched.

My brother had a cream-colored trunk, and I had a white bikini.

My brother even brought a beachwear set that I could wear on top, and he paid for it with a card.

It might not be noticeable from up close, but from far away, we’d look like a couple, right?

“Brother.”

“What?”

“I want ice cream.”

“Do you want to eat it here? I was thinking we could eat it outside.”

“No, no. I saw an ice cream shop on the 7th floor earlier.”

Everything was going according to plan.

I ate my ice cream and looked around some more, and then we could go.

Somehow, somehow, we only had about 50 days a year to spend together, just the two of us, since we were so busy with school and work.

Anyway.

When we arrived at the ice cream shop, I carefully looked over the menu.

“What are you getting, brother?”

“I’ll get pistachio.”

“That’s unexpected. You like pistachio?”

“I have it sometimes.”

“Then, I’ll get almond.”

Our ice cream cones were held side by side in our hands, looking like a sweet sibling duo, yet also giving off a strong couple vibe.

It was just too nice.

When I see my oppa, who has become speechless, with his arms casually crossed, my heart starts racing.

My overflowing emotions are connected to my gaze, making me constantly look to the side.

Does he know how happy I am?

My oppa, who doesn’t know my feelings, is enthusiastically eating ice cream.

I took out the tissue I had picked up a little while ago and reached out to wipe his mouth.

“You’re messy.”

“Where?”

“I’ll wipe it for you.”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

I blatantly ignored my oppa, who was trying to take the tissue from me, and wiped his mouth with a swooping motion.

“…I said I’ll do it. It’s not like I’m not capable.”

“I’m originally like this. Oppa, you’re just being patient.”

“Why do I always have to be patient?”

“I’m also being patient.”

“What for?”

“I want to lick it with my tongue.”

At the same time, my oppa’s face turned bright red with shock and embarrassment.

I thought his reaction was really cute.

I really showed him a lot, didn’t I?

How can he always make such a face?

Is it really not oppa’s fault?

It’s like teasing someone who likes to be teased.

Oppa really always shows such a cartoon-like reaction.

“If I compromise by wiping it for you, doesn’t that mean I’ve given in more?”

I wiped the other side of his mouth as well and threw the tissue away in the nearby trash can.

The shopping mall was huge, with various types of shops lined up.

A doll-catching arcade.

A tableware and furniture store.

A popup store selling idol goods.

We weren’t particularly buying anything, but we were just like any other couple, browsing and giving our opinions on the items.

“If you want it, can’t you just buy it?”

My oppa, who was enthusiastically trying on headphones and listening to music at a headset store, shook his head.

“I can just listen to it with the speaker at home.”

“But still, I’ve never seen you shop this enthusiastically.”

“I’ve been interested lately.”

With my oppa’s birthday approaching, I thought I had gained some valuable information.

“I see. Take your time.”

I pretended to walk away on my own, secretly following my oppa.

I’ll observe what he likes the most and buy it for him later.

This is the basics of scoring points.

Of course, there was an event prepared for my birthday, but I thought the gift was separate.

The gift I want to give and the one I want to receive might be different, after all.

“Did you see everything?”

After leaving me alone for about 15 minutes, I pretended not to have seen anything and slowly approached him.

“Yeah, let’s go. Now.”

“What did you like the most?”

“The headset?”

“Yeah.”

“I think this is quite impressive.”

Oppa didn’t think I would take this as a gift, so he enthusiastically explained why he liked it.

Maybe it’s because he’s so pure.

I don’t know, but Oppa putting on the headset was unexpectedly thrilling, so I repeatedly asked him to explain and put it on.

“It sounds great.”

“That’s right. You can feel the difference.”

I don’t know.

But his excited expression as he explained was lovely.

I smiled and nodded vigorously at Oppa, who was explaining like a child.

“Yeah, I think I understand now that Oppa explains it. Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

We decided to take a look around the 8th floor and then leave.

But we ended up in a quite unexpected space.

[TRUE LOVERS]

-Adult Goods Store

-Prohibited for Minors

Oppa looked at me with a slightly embarrassed expression.

It was as if he wanted me to persuade him to leave.

Hm, an adult goods store……

Honestly, I wasn’t uninterested, but I hoped Oppa wouldn’t use that kind of thing for men.

What kind of person would prefer their partner to use a device instead of themselves?

Moreover, we haven’t even done it once.

“……Oppa.”

“……Yeah.”

“Do we really have to go in there?”

Oppa, who was exchanging glances with me, nodded slightly.

……So cute.

“You don’t need to be interested in that kind of thing, Oppa.”

“No, what, um.”

I sneakily put my arm around Oppa’s waist.

“Why would you use that kind of thing when you have a new sister-in-law?”

His eyes sparkled.

Oppa’s eyes were blinking suspiciously, as if he doubted what I had just said.

“Right?”