The Noona I Reunited With After So Long Was Terrifying

Bang! Bang! Baaaang!!!

After exercising as usual and finishing up by hitting the heavy bag, I heard my phone vibrate.

The only person who would contact me this late at night was Mom, so had something happened at home?

Curious, I stopped hitting the heavy bag and checked my phone, only to find that an unexpected person had sent me a KakaoTalk message.

[Bald Shinyhead]

The pitiful childhood friend of my precious little brother, who had gone bald at such a young age.

He was someone whose thoughts I could never figure out, so why had he contacted me first this time?

Could he have found out where my brother lived?

Forcing my pounding heart to calm down, I checked the KakaoTalk message.

<Noona>

<?>

<Last time, you asked me to find Seonghun's address, right?>

<Yeah, I did.>

<Did you find it? If you did, send me the address.>

<I managed to find it, but please calm down first.>

<There's a pretty serious problem, Noona.>

<??? What problem?>

<Did my little brother die or something?>

<No, he isn't dead, but...>

<It may be an even more serious problem than that.>

<He hasn't become a vegetable or something, has he?>

<Nothing like that.>

<He's still the same idiot as ever, but his appearance has changed a lot. His voice, too.>

<...First, I need to see what happened with my own eyes.>

<Can you give me his address?>

<Yes, I'll send it right away.>

<But, Noona. I'm warning you in advance, don't be too shocked when you meet Seonghun.>

<Whatever you're imagining, what happened is even worse than that.>

What on earth happened to my precious little brother?

My brother's only friend, Bald Shinyhead, wasn't the type to lie, nor was he the type to exaggerate an incident when explaining it.

If someone like him was talking that way, just how serious could the situation be?

I found my brother's number among the contacts saved on my phone and immediately called him.

[Precious Sandbag♡]

- ♬♬

The same weeb song was still playing, so he apparently hadn't changed it.

I took a moment to confirm that my precious little brother's tastes hadn't changed, but he didn't answer my call.

"Huh? He's not picking up? This could be a problem if he doesn't."

Since he was a coward, a shut-in, and a social outcast, he probably hadn't blocked at least his family's numbers.

I left the gym and headed to the address I'd gotten from Bald Shinyhead while sending my brother a KakaoTalk message.

<Pick up.>

<I'm on my way to your place. If you don't answer, I'll beat you to death when I get there.>

<Oh, fuck.>

<Why is Noona coming to my house?>

<More importantly, how did Noona find my address?>

<I have my ways.>

<Anyway, if you don't answer, I'll kill you. Pick up unless you want to die.>

<And if I get there and you're gone, you're dead too. If you don't open the door, you're dead. You're just dead, period.>

<Why are all my options just dying, lehu?>

Though my brother protested, I ignored him and called again.

I'd threatened him enough, so he should pick up soon.

If he didn't, well, I could just go to his place and give him another lesson in proper behavior.

I called my beloved sandbag—no, my little brother—again, and not long after, he finally answered.

[Y-yes, hello...?]

But what reached my ears wasn't the irritating voice that annoyed me just by hearing it, but a captivating, melodious woman's voice that could melt my ears.

I had been about to launch into a string of curses, but I was so startled that I carefully checked the caller ID.

[Precious Sandbag♡]

...This was my brother's number, wasn't it? Why was a woman answering?

No way.

You fucking bastard... Was that why you ran away from home?

I suppressed the rage boiling inside me and asked the woman who had answered to put my brother on.

"I don't know who you are, but put my brother on for now. I need to hear that bastard's voice right now."

[Uh... Noona? I'm really sorry, but it's me, Seonghun.]

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, so put him on, now. If I come to your house, I'll kill you both together."

[No, I'm seriously not joking...]

A voice expressing frustration came from the other end of the phone, but I spoke coldly and hung up.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon anyway. Let's see what kind of bitch you are in person in a little while."

I briefly looked at the shabby building before me, then walked inside while wondering how to beat the hell out of my brother and that shameless woman.

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I'm fucked.

I could vividly feel how pissed Noona was through the phone.

It was a vicious voice promising to beat the hell out of whoever it was.

Frightened by that voice, I asked my childhood friend for help.

"...I think I'm really fucked."

"There was nothing we could do. It was bound to come out eventually. Wouldn't it be better to get fucked now than later?"

"Well, getting hit first does hurt a little less."

Agreeing with him, I pleaded with him with an earnest look in my eyes.

"Hey."

"What?"

"Can you take the beating for me instead?"

In other words—Friend Shield.

I asked my friend to play the dark knight and take Noona's vicious beating for me, but he stiffened his face and refused.

"You fucking bitch, there's a time to say things and a time not to."

"But you've taken so many beatings—wouldn't you be better at taking it? If I get beaten in this body, I think I'll really die!"

"You seem to have been beaten more than I have. How about you just offer your body up quietly and let her beat you without a fuss?"

"I've never been beaten even once in this body. So take it for me instead."

When I looked at him with pleading, puppy-dog eyes, my friend licked his lips and whispered to me.

"If I take the beating for you, will you let me have you once?"

"...You fucking lunatic."

Normally, I would've refused the offer by smashing his skull with a frying pan.

But my life was on the line, so I began seriously weighing death against sex.

The thought of getting fucked by that bastard was honestly worse than dying.

The problem was that getting beaten by Noona hurt so fucking much that it made me want death instead.

Should I just close my eyes, grit my teeth, and have sex with him once?

They say the pain of defloration in manga and erotic novels is only temporary, right? At least it had to hurt less than getting beaten like a dog on the dog days by Noona.

Fuck.

Do it? Or not?

As I continued agonizing with a serious expression, my friend urged me on in a frightened voice.

"Hey, she's almost here. Decide quickly. Are you going to use Friend Shield or not?"

At his urging, I made my decision with a look of resignation.

"I'm not using it. Still, since I'm in a woman's body rather than a man's, she'll probably go a little easier on me."

"Hey, I'll give you one last chance to choose. Your Noona really hits everyone with the same strength, men and women, young and old. Don't regret it—choose again."

"What, are you disappointed that we're not going to have sex? Sorry, but I'd rather die than have sex with you. I know I'll die if she beats me, but either way, isn't it better than becoming a man and getting fucked by another man?"

That was what I said, but the real reason was a little different.

I did hate the thought of getting fucked by a man, but more precisely, the instant I let that bastard fuck me once, I felt like I'd cross a river I could never come back from.

That's why I chose getting beaten by Noona, even though it looked like it would hurt like hell.

"Don't regret this. Seriously."

"I'm not the kind of bastard who regrets things. You know that, right? I've never regretted a single thing in my life."

"Not a bastard—a bitch, you mean. Yeah, you're really something, asshole."

My friend and I sighed deeply and waited for Noona to arrive. Before long, a voice that evoked terror merely by being heard came from outside the front door.

[Open up.]

"Should I open it?"

"No. I don't think I can."

I'd intended to open the door so she'd go a little easier on me, but after hearing her voice, I changed my mind.

I definitely shouldn't open it.

If I opened it, I'd end up in a state worse than death.

I moved away from the front door thinking that, but the voice that came next left me no choice but to obediently open it.

[If I open it myself, you're really dead. If you want to get beaten a little less, open it now.]

"...You're going to let me live, right?"

[That depends on how you behave.]

Right. So at least she wasn't going to kill me.

She didn't exactly sound trustworthy, but I had no choice but to trust her.

Yeah, so I guess I have to open it.

I smiled brightly and opened the front door for her, at which moment the Fox Deity spoke to me in an urgent voice.

- My follower! Duck!

"What?"

Just as I wondered about the Fox Deity's warning, my sister's fist shot through the gap in the front door and clobbered me cleanly in the chin.

Bang!!!

The sound was far too loud to be the mere impact of chin and fist colliding, and as a numb pain spread through my chin, I muttered a curse.

"...Holy shit, fuck."

She was beating the absolute shit out of someone she'd never even met.

I knew it—fuck, she must've been working for a criminal organization behind our family's back, right?

As I felt my consciousness fading, the last thing I saw was...

"Aaaagh!!! Noona! Why are you hitting me!"

the sight of my childhood friend getting beaten like a dog by my own older sister.