I Don’t Trust My Twin Sister

As I stared at my slightly red cheeks, I realized what the meaning of this arm was, and for some reason, I also felt embarrassed. After thinking about what to do for a moment, I raised my head slightly wondering what to do. Then, as if waiting for me, a small mountain appeared, supporting my neck and the back of my head. It was his arm. Was this the arm pillow? As he blinked his eyes and looked up at the sky, I heard the sound of Ian turning his neck and the hem of his clothes fluttering, so he rolled his eyes. Then our eyes met. I quickly turned my head.

 

Haha, what was that just now? An inexplicable feeling of shame and unfamiliarity enveloped my entire body. These were eyes I saw often on a daily basis, but just now they were completely different. Saliva kept forming in my mouth as if I was craving something. Seup, what was this, was I a pervert? Ugh, it shouldn’t be like this. My heart was pounding randomly, not even listening to the owner’s words. 

 

‘Calm down, you idiot!’

 

I pounded my heart lightly with my fist, but it didn’t stop, as if it was no use. It was a ploy. I lifted my body and moved my heart as far away from him as possible, but it was no use. I thought it was rustling, but Ian’s remaining arm grabbed me and carefully pulled me into his arms. It was somehow cozy to be wrapped in his arms, with my back against his chest, just like when I was sitting on a horse. I could hear him breathing right above my head. It felt obvious that he was fidgeting and adjusting his posture as if he was trying to make me comfortable. While wondering what to do, I lifted my head slightly and looked into his eyes again, and he was staring at me. His mouth opened slightly. I hesitated, not knowing what to say, but Ian smiled shyly and spoke carefully.

 

“Will I fall?”

 

Where? He glanced at his arm as he spoke. I bit my lip slightly and thought about it for a moment, but then shook my head and instead grabbed his arm, which he gave me. At the same time, I brought my body closer to his and held him in my arms. He bent the arm supporting my head at the elbow and covered the corner of my mouth. My face felt like it was going to explode at any moment. I feel like I’m going crazy with shame. 

 

‘Eww!’

 

“I… Lawrence.”

 

“…what?”

 

It was strangely stimulating to hear a voice calling me right behind me. I was afraid my voice would tremble because of that, so I answered slowly, very slowly. Then Ian flinched and he spoke quietly again.

 

“…Can you reach it?”

 

“What?”

 

“Those lips….”

 

Lips? As I pursed my lips, I felt him touch my forearm right in front of me. It was warm. As I was sticking it on because I didn’t want it to fall off, Ian spoke again as if he was embarrassed.

 

“…are you okay?”

 

“I like it because it’s warm, but if I don’t like it, should I take it off?”

 

It felt cozy and warm and I didn’t want to take it off. But is it because I don’t want to get saliva when my lips touch it? As I moved slightly further away, Ian said it was okay and pushed me closer. It was somehow funny, so I laughed lightly and brought it back to me, blew some air into it, pressed my cheeks together, and closed my eyes. There was silence for a moment. It was so quiet that I felt like I was going to fall asleep at any moment, so I slowly opened my eyes to catch my drifting mind. A beautiful sky came into view on the horizon. I felt calm. There were times when I was lying with my grandfather on Porral Hill, and everything felt pointless. It’s a break. I could hear Ian’s regular breathing right behind me. Did he fall asleep? I carefully turned my body and looked up at him. Ian didn’t move much despite my tossing and turning. I slightly raised my head and looked at his face. The hole between the eyelids where the eyelashes were down and the lips that were slightly parted was cute. They say a man is still a child no matter how old he gets, and he looked innocent when he slept. I laughed to myself, wiggled his hand away, and pushed away his flowing hair. When I saw my cool forehead, my heart started pounding again.

 

‘Oh, do I really like foreheads?’

 

It shouldn’t be like this, but Ian’s forehead was so attractive. Especially when he opened his eyes with his bangs up, the mood changed completely. Contrary to the fact that he seemed playful and innocent, as soon as he showed his forehead, it seemed like he could immediately make a single gesture towards women and there would be 20 rows of sobbing rows of people targeting him. His appearance and strange aura were stimulating. I wanted to see you again. I thought about that face and removed all his bangs, but he was sleeping innocently and didn’t feel very sexy. Just a cute guy? I wondered if this person was older than me. Aren’t we the same age? Uhm, no. Even though I look like this, I’ve lived to be almost 30 years old… If you think about it, I guess I was older… What kind of woman did Ian like? Innocent woman? Or a provocative woman? Or a woman who looks strong or fierce? I tried putting myself here and there, but nothing seemed quite right. Neither innocent nor naive. If I had to be specific, I might be strong, but that’s just like when I’m doing business, and in normal times, I was almost colorless and odorless. Is having no characteristics a characteristic? I rolled my eyes and thought for a moment, then stopped. You should know yourself best, so the more you think about it, the more it comes to mind. As I savored my appetite, I suddenly remembered what kind of man I liked. I liked someone who was a bit serious and had a nice way of talking, but also had a weighty personality that didn’t get tired of making pointless jokes or pranks other than the essential ones. Is Ian that kind of guy? It wasn’t what I thought of. He was good at joking and cracking jokes. He is a man with the weight of a grand duke, but he usually comes across as very light-hearted. Would you treat others like that? I don’t know even if I know it. It ran down the line from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and reached his lips. His mouth was red, thick, and smooth, as if he took good care of his mouth. I’ve seen other people cut and tattered, but I felt a little embarrassed when I remembered the kiss that was a bit heavy for a light reciprocation not long ago. His soft lips came to mind and I wiggled his hand again. Was it okay? Wouldn’t it be okay to touch him and wake him up? Reason told me not to do it, but my hand was already up. A body that refuses to be controlled by the brain… I once again felt that it was amazing. I wiggled my fingers. 

 

‘Touch those red lips, yes, you only have to touch them once. What’s the problem? Just touch it lightly and then take it off. Then… Then…’

 

His eyes lit up. Close distance. The space between his lips and my hand was just one finger. I swallowed my saliva and moved slowly. And he pressed his lips so slowly that it felt like he was barely moving. It’s hot. It was moist and soft.

 

“Ha…”

 

I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a long exhalation. Did I make too much noise? I rolled my eyes slightly. He was still asleep without any movement. “Good night,” I felt grumpy and rolled my finger that was touching his lips. I slid it from his lower lip little by little and lightly touched the corner of his mouth. The border between lips and skin was fun to play with, and this time I touched my upper lip. It’s the same as below, but it moves along the lips that slope slightly downward. This is fun. I giggled to myself and put my finger back on his authentication side, then lowered it and placed it on the circle between his slightly parted lips. I felt a weak wind blowing out. The slight breeze tickled his body, causing him to toss and turn slightly. I glanced briefly at Ian in case he woke up. I checked his eyelids, which were still closed. What was he sleeping so well? Was he very tired? I tilted my head.

 

“Huh?”

 

My fingertips were strangely hot, so I lowered my gaze again. Apparently, the knuckles of my fingers that were in front of his lips were suddenly curled up inside his lips and were trapped. I could feel the hot inside of his mouth.

 

“Huh, what is it? I looked up in confusion. My eyes were still closed.

 

At that time, I thought his teeth were slightly open, and he came forward once more and placed one finger completely in his mouth. Was he awake? But the eyes… hehe! Bah, what, something just happened? I opened my eyes wide. I instantly flinched at the sensation of his fingertips touching him. It’s soft and wet. And it’s hot. Ian’s tongue, that thing hidden in a person’s mouth, moved skillfully and gently touched the tip of my finger, which was trapped between his teeth. I was considerate of the tickling and strange feeling, but he followed me a little every time I removed my finger, preventing him from running away. On the contrary, the more he did that, the more vigorously he licked his finger with his tongue, and eventually he covered the entire finger with his tongue. Surprised by the unfamiliar feeling, I quickly moved his hand away, but as if Ian had expected it, I quickly lowered my head forward. Before I knew it, his height had changed and he was so close that his breath was touching my cheek.

 

“…”

 

“Are you going to do more?”

 

I heard a voice and rolled my eyes. Ian still had his eyes closed. No way…

 

“Weren’t you asleep?”

 

“That can’t be possible. I never fell asleep.”

 

“But you stayed still.”

 

“It didn’t matter how you moved in my arms as long as you didn’t run away, so you stayed still.”

 

That’s… Wait a minute.

 

“Well, then what I touch…”

 

I pushed up the tip of his lip tassels and lifted the lids of his eyes. Only then did the red eyes sparkle.

 

“Why did you touch me?”

 

I was drooling. Even though I wasn’t caught doing anything bad, I was extremely embarrassed. A panicked voice came out.

 

“Uh… uh, forehead?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then…?”

 

The reason I asked again even though I already knew was because I was worried that he might sense my feelings and accept my attempts to change his mind. But Ian didn’t seem to have any intention of letting me go. The gently curved eyes were shining cheerfully.

 

“Lips”

 

‘Damn!’

 

My head throbbed at the word that finally came out. 

 

‘What do I do. What should I do? Should I turn away? Should I shamelessly say that I just touched it? Or should I just insist that I touched it?’

 

While I was thinking for a while, I made eye contact with Ian. I was able to find the answer right away.

 

“Touch that side too.”

 

“Where?”

 

“My lips. What? Is there somewhere else you want to touch?”

 

I regretted saying it, but I wondered if I would do something shameless. I thought, ‘Even though Ian is very playful, he is quite a gentleman, so there is no way he would think strange thoughts.’ But his gaze slightly lowered and he cried. He seemed excited for a moment, but then hid his expression. 

 

‘Hey, what’s with that expression? Where has gentlemanly Ian gone? Did you just think of something sinister with that wholesome face?’

 

I felt somehow embarrassed. What was I wearing now? It was a light dress shirt. What about buttons? I had left about two open on top to feel the warm spring garden. Did I want to see it? I looked down slightly. The underwear worn underneath could be glimpsed through the slightly unbuttoned shirt. Instead of an uncomfortable corset, she wore a loose chemise underneath, giving a glimpse of what was inside. It was dark so I felt like I had to look through it, but I was glad that it wasn’t something I could see openly, so I raised my head and naturally met Ian’s eyes. My head was strangely turned downward. His eyes were on me, but his chin was pulled down. What were you watching? Ian?

 

“…That’s a misunderstanding”

 

He didn’t say anything, but he gave me a serious look and said it was a misunderstanding. smoking

 

“…saw?”

 

It must have looked like a fisheye. I believed so. I believed he saw it. I firmly believed.

 

—————————————————————

Translator Note: