Upon hearing Su Jin’s suggestion, Chu Xin was taken aback. Usually, it was Su Jin who went first, followed by him. However, given his current state, Chu Xin didn’t hesitate.
“Alright, I’ll go first then,” he said, nodding his head slightly.
Su Jin didn’t respond, still absorbed in her thoughts.
Chu Xin, seeing Su Jin’s usual aloof demeanor, felt no surprise. She’s still the same old Su Jin, he thought.
Meanwhile, Su Jin stood in her room, watching as Chu Xin headed towards the bathroom.
I’ve succeeded, she mused, considering the implications of being the first to shower in a shared living situation.
There were several possibilities:
First, one could enjoy the lingering scent of the other in the bathwater.
Second, one could indulge in the intimate act of trying on the other’s discarded underwear.
Third, one could peek through the frosted glass door, catching a glimpse of the other’s silhouette as they rinsed off the soap.
However, for Su Jin, the first option was out of the question. Her meticulous brother always drained the bathwater and rinsed it thoroughly before refilling it.
The second option, while common, was also unfeasible. Usually, she could enjoy the combined scent of her mother and Su Jin, a unique blend belonging to her brother. But since he became aware of living with three young women, he would change his clothes in his room beforehand, or use the shower in the other bathroom, ensuring he was done before her. Sometimes, she couldn’t find his clothes at all.
Su Jin would often search his room after he left, seeking his comforting scent. She felt insecure without her brother, despite her cool exterior. His scent helped her imagine being held by him. Now, her search seemed futile.
Yet, she noticed that her brother, while possibly wary of her after the morning’s events, wasn’t overly guarded about these situations.
Su Jin blushed as she heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom.
As for the third option, she decided against it, fearing detection.
But wasn’t it a sister’s duty to help her brother? She should take care of the parts he couldn’t reach, right?
She changed into a durable, quick-drying gym outfit, the short shorts straining against her thighs. If Chu Xin were there, he would be overwhelmed by the visual impact. The red and white striped sleeveless top only accentuated the white areas, drawing the eye and evoking a single word: provocative.
As the mistress of the house, her mother’s proportions were even more exaggerated.
Su Jin, her mind spinning, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, not forgetting to bring her phone, just in case. Her eyes gleamed with a strange intensity. She was determined not to let her brother’s sleeping state diminish her efforts. His lips, which she had long coveted, deserved more than a simple peck. Tomorrow, he would be with that woman again, so tonight, she had to try harder.
Time rewound to just a moment ago.
Chu Xin, entering the bathroom, marveled at its size. The bathroom featured a large bathtub, separated by a glass door, with a sink and washing machine outside. There was another similar bathroom downstairs, a testament to the adage, “Money can buy anything.”
This layout made Chu Xin suspect that the house might have a third floor, like the smaller second floor in anime complexes. However, he hadn’t discovered it, and the exterior matched the interior layout.
Recently, Chu Xin would fill the bath for Su Jin, then enter the shower simultaneously. If he wanted to use the main bathroom, he would wait until the three of them finished and left.
The primary reason was his past indifference, intentionally distancing himself from the Su family. As long as there were no feelings, there would be no attachment.
A secondary reason was that the three women weren’t particularly cautious around him, often wandering the house in sleepwear or exercise clothes. Chu Xin felt a mix of helplessness and resignation, choosing to avoid them.
Returning to the present, Chu Xin stood in the bathroom, sending a message to Ji Yue Xuan:
I’m going to take a shower. Have you finished your homework?
This time, there was no immediate response.
Before he could wonder, a video call popped up. Chu Xin started, then accepted it.
The screen displayed Ji Yue Xuan’s striking features, her golden hair cascading down her back, clearly fresh from a shower. She seemed to be in her room, with the faint sound of an anime playing.
Chu Xin had been there before, noting the room’s vast size and numerous entertainment systems, yet finding it surprisingly sparse.
Ji Yue Xuan’s interests, though not detailed in the original work, were described in the galgame simulator, aligning with Chu Xin’s own as an otaku. That’s why they became “good brothers.”
Chu Xin, curious, asked, “Monthuan, what are you looking at?”
Ji Yue Xuan’s disappointed voice and expression came through.
“Aww~ I thought I could see you without clothes since you said you were showering. What a shame~”
Chu Xin chuckled, retorting, “Why don’t you call me when you’re showering?”
Ji Yue Xuan smirked. “Really? You want to see? I can shower again right now.”
Chu Xin was caught off guard, his anger dissipating. This girl had gotten much better at teasing.
“No, no, I was just joking. I’m hanging up now.”
“See you tomorrow, darling~”
“Tomorrow,” Chu Xin replied, relieved as he ended the call.
Unknown to him, Ji Yue Xuan, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation, blushed deeply, thinking, Really, darling, you don’t know how to flirt at all.
Chu Xin, undisturbed, undressed in the bathroom, admiring his toned physique in the mirror. His muscles, sculpted from years of training, were proportionate and defined. In his past life, he had been “transferred” to this world, unchanged except for his age.
Suddenly, he noticed a faint red mark on his collarbone.
Assuming it was a smudge, he tried to wipe it off, but it wouldn’t budge. On closer inspection, he realized it was a “love bite.”
He immediately thought of Ji Yue Xuan, but couldn’t recall any such incident. Su Jin seemed unlikely, though he couldn’t be sure.
Deciding not to dwell on it, he finished undressing, placing his clothes in the hamper.
After locking the bathroom doors, he began his relaxing soak.
Midway through, as he sat on a stool washing his hair, he heard a knock on the glass door.
Startled, he called out, “Who is it? Su Jin? Do you need to use the sink? Just a moment…”
Assuming it was Su Jin, he decided to hurry.
Meanwhile, Su Jin, her excitement fizzling, felt a pang of disappointment.
She had expected to enter without issue, but her brother had locked the door?
Why lock the bathroom door when he didn’t lock his bedroom door? Was he that wary of his own sister?
She resolved to advance her hypnosis skills.
In the meantime, she considered another effective method: hypnotizing the women around her brother, driving them away. Perhaps a heartbroken brother would turn to her, and their relationship would deepen.
Hehe, gloat all you want, Ji Yue Xuan. I’ll take my “brother” back, she thought, her mind made up.