RE: Keep it in the Family (Secret Class) 189 — Escalation
Previously on RE: Keep it in the Family (Secret Class)...
Mia's POV:
"I rode his massive, fat cock for a whole hour. And it was so fucking amazing." Su Ah continued, undeterred—a whole different person than her usual self. “It was so thick. So hard. I couldn't get enough of him."
"......!!"
"And you know what's even better? Jae-il was so gentle. So caring. So loving. I think I'm in love, Unnie. I think I'm in love with our little brother. He's the best."
"......!!"
Su Ah’s words struck her like a deluge of icy water.
The image of him intimately involved with Su Ah, high up on a mountainside, felt utterly unreal. What in the actual hell.
This little vixen! What kind of nonsense was she spouting now?!
"But you want to know the best part, Unnie? Hear this out~ Jae-il came inside me, Unnie. . Filled me up with his cum. I'm sure it might still be dripping down my thighs as we speak. Isn't it romantic, huh~?"
Mia felt an overwhelming urge to scream. Her entire body went numb as Su Ah's pronouncements absorbed into her consciousness. "Y-you're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!" she finally managed to cry out. Pushing herself away from the wall, she stumbled backward, her back colliding with the kitchen counter. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she fixed her tear-filled gaze upon her sister.
Su Ah relinquished her hold. "Oh, come on now. Don't get mad. You've been fucking him too, haven't you, Unnie? You're the one that started this. It's your fault, really."
"I didn't start anything! I just... I just..." Mia's voice trailed off, her head bowing in dejection.
"Just what? Just wanted to fuck your little brother?"
"Shut up!"
"Just wanted him all to yourself?"
"Shut up!"
“Don’t you have any shame, Unnie?”
“”
"I really should've taken that shower with Jae-il instead~" Su Ah declared, her words sharp and unvarnished. "Bet he'd pound me right up against the wall~"
Something within Mia—perhaps the last vestiges of her composure—shattered with a guttural sound.
Before rational thought could intervene, her instincts took over, and she lashed out, shoving Su Ah with considerable force.
Her sister staggered back, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before her eyes narrowed into icy, vengeful slits. A snarl twisted her lips. Yes, despite her usual aloofness and endearing cuteness, Su Ah was indeed her sister, cut from the same cloth.
She was not above resorting to violence. Mia herself wasn't much different.
Su Ah regained her balance more quickly than Mia anticipated, steadying herself and planting her feet firmly. Her shoulders squared as she charged at her elder sister like an enraged bull. Mia wasn't sure who moved faster; it was likely herself, as Su Ah collided with her body with a force that suggested a greater impact had been expected.
The younger sister stumbled, falling sideways.
Acting on pure reflex, Mia surged forward. Her brain cells, betraying her, initiated action while her embattled emotions scrambled the signals. Her mind raced with panic, yet her body continued its forward momentum, propelled by the preceding action.
The next instant, her hands clamped onto the edges of Su Ah's collar, holding it in a vice-like grip. Mia slammed the defiant sister against the wall, but the maneuver devolved into a desperate struggle for dominance, with Su Ah's palms fisted into the front of Mia's pajamas in retaliation.
The situation had escalated into ugliness with alarming speed, as if gasoline had been doused over their simmering tempers.
Eyes blazing with dark fury.
Mouths contorted into vicious snarls.
Fingernails scratching. Knees colliding. Fists grasping and tearing. Feet kicking. Pushing and pulling. Hissing. Biting. All rationality abandoned. No thinking. Blinded by rage and jealousy over their shared man, easily provoked.
"Is that all you've got, Unnie?" Su Ah hissed. "Push and shove like a spoiled child?"
"Better than scheming your way into his bed behind my back!" Mia retorted, her voice cracking under the strain of her pent-up emotions.
Their words flew like deadly shrapnel.
"There's more to seducing your little brother than just bending over!" Su Ah snapped back, shoving Mia away and sending her reeling against the counter once more. Mia's lower back slammed into the hard surface, sending a sharp pain shooting up her spine. Wincing, Mia watched as Su Ah continued, "At least I'd be able to show him a better time in bed, compared to the fumbling you've probably been doing! Maybe I should show you a couple of things—wait no, I might've fucked his brains out last night enough for him to finish me. Disappointed? Hah, you must—"
Mia's hand moved with a speed that outpaced her thoughts.
A deafening crack instantly quelled their furious exchange.
Su Ah's face abruptly snapped to the right from the sharp impact. The distinct imprint of fingers, reddened, appeared on her pale cheek. The skin slowly flushed, forming the shape of five delicate digits and a slightly darker palm mark.
Her head remained turned, her own hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
A wave of shock coursed through Mia, as sudden and chilling as plunging into icy water.
Su Ah’s wide eyes snapped to meet hers, no longer merely defiant—they were now clouded with angry tears, shimmering on her lower lashes, on the verge of falling.
One tear escaped, then another, tracing paths down her cheeks, mirroring the mark Mia’s hand had left.
For a long moment, they remained frozen, gazes locked, breaths ragged. Burning glares and furious frowns passed between them.
Mia’s palm stung.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from her little sister. Little Su Ah, the one Mia had always protected. It triggered memories of Su Ah’s pained, tear-filled face, protesting the world's injustices.
Memories.
She had an overwhelming amount of memories to sift through, but in that instant, everything else faded away.
This fierce anger wasn't unfamiliar.
Yet, when it was directed at her younger sister, Su Ah, it felt unbearably difficult.
It was unprecedented. Unacceptable.
And utterly unforgivable.
Because no matter how intense her feelings, no matter how upset or hurt she became, Mia swore she would never resort to physical violence. It was a line she vowed never to cross.
Especially not against Su Ah.
The unthinkable suddenly seemed permissible. The boundary was crossed without a second thought.
In that moment, looking at her sister, Mia felt herself being submerged.
They teetered on a precipice, a single breath away from a clash neither truly desired, yet one that had been building since Jae-il first became their shared focus.
A flicker of the potential consequences finally cut through Mia's clouded vision.
Her hands slowly uncurled, the stark tension draining from her knuckles.
This wasn't truly about them—it was about
Jae-il
. They would inevitably drag him back into the conflict, placing him at the center of their feud if they continued. Neighbors might be woken, their mother could rush downstairs to find them on the brink of violence over their brother.“I… I…” Mia stammered, finding her voice again, and reached out to grasp her younger sister’s trembling, unbruised shoulder. “I didn’t mean—”
Su Ah roughly shoved Mia’s hand away. Without another word, she turned and stormed towards her bedroom, the door slamming shut behind her with a resounding bang.
Mia flinched, left standing alone in the living room, consumed by the guilt of her actions.
“……”
How had things escalated to this point?
She couldn't fathom that she and Su Ah would descend to such petty and vicious tactics. But in truth, Mia knew herself all too well. She recognized her past behaviors, understood how desperate she could become when fixated on something or someone. She knew her possessive, unreasonable, and clingy nature.
Of course, admitting this meant confronting the most frightening, darkest aspects of herself. Like the way her fantasies, once Jae-il showed signs of leaving, escalated from wanting to keep him close, at least sexually, to images involving ropes and chains. The desire to hide him away in a secret place, inaccessible to other women.
A place where he would belong solely to her,
forever
.Things were no longer amusing.
They were becoming rather frightening.
And a bit unnerving, too.
She might actually kill him if he tried to leave her now. Mia wasn't exaggerating about the deadly intent and means; it would shatter something within her, irrevocably breaking it. She'd find that he either remained by her side, or ceased to exist altogether.
That’s how profoundly she had come to adore him.
And she despised herself for it, knowing full well that there was nothing right, justified, or remotely sane about those thoughts or actions. But they had become an intrinsic part of her. Whether she liked it or not.
She had to coexist with that reality. A miserable existence—that was her truth. Behold Mia, the beautiful,
kind
Mia, who was nothing more than a depraved monster born into privilege.Yet, she recoiled from the idea of living in a world where she'd have no other choice, where he would slip away due to her own uncontrolled emotions, her indiscretions, her irrational jealousy, distrust, and desire for control. Because Mia's understanding of love was profoundly skewed.
She desperately wanted to avoid hurting Jae-il, Su Ah, or her family ever again.
Mia wished for a transformation of herself.
After all, what’s the point of maintaining sanity in a world gone mad, right?
“Ughhh…” Mia groaned softly, bringing a hand to her eyes.
They burned. Warm. Wet.
Her hand trembled.
This was all a catastrophic mess, and entirely her fault. How could she possibly salvage this situation now? Why wasn't her sister adhering to the narrative Mia had envisioned? Why did Su Ah act the way she did?
If only Su Ah hadn't—
If only she had stayed within her designated boundaries.
Mia had pursued Jae-il first, and Su Ah was aware of this fact.
With a deep, weary sigh, Mia ascended the stairs, tears streaming down her face, to stand before Su Ah’s closed bedroom door.
Monsters recognize the scent of other monsters instinctively.
And these sisters, despite their intense rivalry, harbored a profound, albeit twisted, love for one another.