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Pyaahyaa~” “Pyaahyaa~” “Pyaahyaa~”
“Ugh, so we have to wait until all the other examinees finish their interviews…”
Just a little while ago. I had energetically gone in for the interview with my younger sister.
“If this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have come out so early in the morning…”
Yeah. Let’s frame this as the beginning of our story! With the bouncy, energetic run of a middle school girl, showing off her panties all over the place.
My sister, who is six years older than me, actually went into the interview room with me!
That damn snobby professor had the audacity to say that right to my face?!
And with that condescending tone! Adjusting his square silver-framed glasses in the most annoying way!
And of course, since we’re talking about Jin Joong-Geon here, he just had to push up his glasses with his middle finger (凸)!
『……՞⸝⸝◠ ̫◠⸝⸝՞』
So I responded with my brightest smile. No point dragging things out—it would only inconvenience the other desperate examinees.
『……Alright! Professor Jin Joong-Geon! Tonight, then?!』
For now, I played along.
『Then I’ll save my questions for tonight, regarding how Professor Wakyapyahaknongjooktonppang posted a comment on Blue Record Gallery under that username, saying:*
“I want to be completely stripped and tied up, my face flushed with humiliation, unable to resist at all, as the tiny Ultra☆Genius♡Middle School Girl steps on my face, pressing down hard☆pressing down♡ in real time…”』
I left with those words.
『See you tonight~ Bye-bye Entropy~☆』
As I was stepping out the door—
“??? But what does Wakyapyahaknongjooktonppang even mean?”
My sister, who had casually taken a seat in the interview chair, asked without a care in the world.
“My brother wouldn’t tell me no matter how much I asked… Oh! The middle school girl who just left is my brother!” “Super, super, super cute, right? He even caused a fuss last night from all the crying… Hehe.” “So I totally understand Professor Wakyapyahaknongjooktonppang’s desire to be stepped on like that.” “Oh, by the way, which one of you is Professor Wakyapyahaknongjooktonppang?”
At that moment, four out of the five interview professors all turned their gazes toward Jin Joong-Geon. That was my cue to leave.
[By the way, about that Kissma younger sister of yours… is she going to be okay?]
“Huh?”
And now, I was strolling around KAIST with a ghost middle school girl who looked just like me, except with different colors.
By the way, that ‘Kissma’ thing was a nickname Jin Joong-Geon had stuck onto my younger sister, Han Seol-Ah. Well, to be fair, it was just a factual description…
…My lips were assaulted. At least a hundred times in a row…
[Aaah…! D-Don’t think about it! Why are you touching your lips with your fingertips?!]
“Uh, huh? No… I wasn’t thinking about it on purpose. It’s just that you mentioned Kissma, and…”
Don’t think about an elephant in a refrigerator!
How about it? You just imagined it, didn’t you? An elephant inside a refrigerator.
For the record, thanks to my TS side effect, when I think of an elephant, I imagine a different kind of elephant, hehe.
[Aaah…! Why are you squirming in embarrassment…?!] [Wait, Gocchan…! D-Don’t tell me you actually liked it?! You secretly enjoyed it, didn’t you?!] [Even though you said no, your body was honest, and in the end, you succumbed to pleasure, didn’t you…?!]
Jinzuko’s ghostly aura began to swirl with dark energy. Pitch black.
That… was the color of jealousy.
…At this rate, she might fully transform into a vengeful ghost consumed by jealousy. I just hope she doesn’t try to get revenge on me by trapping me in an infinite time loop.
“So? What was that about earlier? You asked if she’d be okay.”
[Ah, right.] [Well… you see? I know that both you and I have done a lot of weird broadcasts, and our existence itself is just an anomaly, so I figured nothing could really surprise us. Even I almost didn’t react.] [But that Kissma younger sister of yours… if regular people saw her, wouldn’t they think she’s just straight-up insane?]
“You think so?”
I mean, KAIST is already a weird place, so what’s the big deal?
If we’re ranking weirdness, especially considering social taboos,
someone leaving creepy comments under the username WakyapyahaknongjooktonppangPrf. is probably seen as way more bizarre.
So, in the end, we might be able to just brush it off somehow?
“What exactly did you find weird?”
Might as well hear her out.
[If I were an interviewer, I wouldn’t accept someone who calls a middle school girl their older brother with such sincerity… That’s just way too dangerous in so many ways.]
“…”
Now that she mentioned it, my sister’s eyes did change completely after I revealed my identity.
If this were a manga, her pupils would be completely gone, and she’d be drawn with a sanpaku gaze. Like this: @← all spirally and deranged.
“…Yeah, now that I think about it, that is kinda dangerous.”
Especially mentally.
No? You think making a username like Wakyapyahaknongjooktonppang and posting that kind of comment is weirder?
Are you guys seriously picking a fight… …with the sensei crowd that makes up 67% of ShizukoTV’s revenue?
You wanna get scolded?
How do you think I afforded my flight to Korea, booked a hotel, and even bought my K-Middle School Girl uniform? Even the panties I changed into this morning were newly bought yesterday—with that money!
“…Hmm, actually, it might be fine. No, it might even be good. This is KAIST, after all.”
[Huh? Good? Why…?]
“Jinzuko, you know how I got possessed by you, and all that controversy blew up in Korea? With the media and public backlash?”
Jinzuko nodded silently, her expression complicated.
“That’s exactly why she’ll probably get accepted.”
“Look at his eyes. As long as you and I don’t die first—as long as we’re alive—he’s going to survive no matter what. Even if a war breaks out, he won’t die. He’ll stick to my side like a leech no matter what.”
[…That may be true, but I still have complaints.]
[After all the crap he pulled, and now suddenly… Of course, it’s not like I never acted that way toward my own older brother either, but still…]
“Well, yeah, that’s why people always say you should appreciate what you have while it’s there.”
I gave Jinzuco a wry smile before continuing to walk.
“But that’s just how people are. As long as we’re human. And even more so when it’s family. Of course, Han Seol-ah crossed the line way too many times—to the point of being ungrateful.”
But what can you do?
He’s my brother.
“Well, at least I’ve sorted out my feelings to some extent.”
It’s not like all my resentment is gone.
But still, over time…
If I make him work as a graduate student for a measly 740,000 won a month, wouldn’t that be enough to settle things?
[…That’s true.]
“……”
Jinzuco flashed a bright smile.
But his eyes weren’t smiling at all.
Was he being sarcastic?
No, that wasn’t it.
If anything, he looked like he had just found a golden opportunity…
[Oh, right! Now that I think about it, back when I was in Incheon on my way to Korea…]
[I think I might have been too harsh on Gacchan back then.]
[So… how many times do I have to make up for that?]
“Haha. Well, should we drop by the lab for old times’ sake?”
I changed the subject as naturally as possible.
“Oh, if we go now, would Irina be there? Kwon Young-jin is definitely there. That guy practically lives in the lab—he’s basically an NPC at this point.”
Jinzuco, however, couldn’t care less about Kwon Young-jin or any other NPCs.
He just kept hounding me, asking how many kisses it would take for Irina to forgive him.
He even started listing out Irina’s Top 10 KAIST Shenanigans,
asking how many kisses each of them would be worth if we converted them into a proper exchange rate.
It was exhausting.
Then—
[Oh! In that case, considering I effectively sent Gacchan across the rainbow bridge to America, just how many kisses do I owe—!! …Huh?]
“……”
[Wait, is that… Gacchan? No way…?]
Jinzuco and I both fell silent at the same time.
We were standing at the central building of the College of Natural Sciences,
which connected to the Department of Physics building.
Just past the parking lot and the Graduate School of Medical Science,
stood a building—
The Basic Science Hall.
The building where my lab was.
“Hahh… Ahh… He’s gone. My senior is truly gone…”
“Puhyaha… I can’t believe we’ll never see him again…”
“…Has it already been two months? Feels like just yesterday…”
In front of the building, there was a spacious area with some flower beds,
and a square marble bench where people could sit.
—Swirling.
It was the go-to smoking spot for all the grad student smokers.
“Ahh, my senior… My dear senior… The cornerstone of our physics department… My macro-farming mentor…”
“…Young-jin hyung, could you please stop calling him ‘dear senior’? It’s giving me hives. If he were here, I’m sure he’d have something to say about it.”
“Still… I’m just relieved we haven’t forgotten him and can honor his memory like this.”
I was pretty sure all three of them had quit smoking before.
Yet here they were, having what looked like an official smoking club meeting, chain-smoking together in solidarity.
Well, whatever.
It’s fine.
Honestly, it was even kind of nice.
Not that it was good for their health.
But at least it meant that even after two months,
they still hadn’t forgotten about me.
The problem was…
“…So how are we covering the cost for this? I used the Regular Workshop Account for Quantum Entanglement Technology Development to cover the shortfall for now.”
“…What? No way. Hyung, tell me you didn’t actually use a research grant to pay for a freaking statue. You’re joking, right?”
“Well, technically, it’s not that much… It’s about the cost of ten company dinners… We could just eat ramen instead for a while…”
“Oh, that’s not an issue. No worries, Hyun-ah. We got a big wave of donations near the end, so we can refill the account later.”
And then, as if it had been rehearsed,
they all took a deep drag at the exact same time.
Sssssssssss—
“Pyaahhh~”
“Pyaahhh~”
“Pyaahhh~”
They exhaled in unison, releasing clouds of cigarette smoke,
their eyes fixed on one spot.
“At the end of the day, it turned out pretty amazing, so it’s all good.”
“…But, unni, doesn’t the statue’s face look a little different? It’s like a slightly plastic-surgeried version of our senior. It’s definitely not the exact Blender model we originally designed… Don’t tell me you tampered with it, hyung?”
“Hey! Who cares?! If we left it as it was, he’d be raging in his grave about how he got permanently memorialized looking like that! So I did him a favor and gave him a little facelift!”
…What the hell.
Why the hell is there a statue of me?
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