My Friend’s Impure Younger Brother

“Isn’t a younger guy better than an old man? I can do it several times a day.” I wasn’t exactly in a position to lecture him like some proper conservative girl and ask what kind of outrageous nonsense a younger guy was spouting. “Take responsibility for sleeping with me. Ever since then, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. My erection won’t go down.” That boy I had cherished almost like my own younger brother, “I’m hard right now too.” Nam Doha, who used to be as cute and adorable as a doll when he was little, “Sleep with me, noona.” The moment he turned twenty, I ended up taking his virginity. ‘I’m going crazy, Doyoon… What am I supposed to do?’ I used to tell Doyoon every little detail of my worries, especially my love problems, and ask him for advice. There were no secrets between us. But for the first time, I ended up keeping a secret from Nam Doyoon. ‘Doyoon. I slept with your brother.’