I’m just an innocent little flower protected by my brother. The girl who bullies me likes my brother and wants me to introduce them. But she doesn’t know that my brother will kill anyone who has ever bullied me. My brother buries his face in my neck, breathing heavily. “Aria, you smell so good.” I tremble beneath him. “Let go of me.” He’s holding me too tightly. My brother laughs. “You’ll have to let go of me first, Aria.” “You’re gripping me so tightly down there, how can I let go?” He forces tears from my eyes. I frantically slap his shoulders. He reaches out to wipe away the tears from the corner of my eye, then sucks his finger into his mouth. “Aria, you look so beautiful when you cry.” “…”
I jolt awake from the dream, clutching my blanket tightly. How could I dream about doing that with my brother… I must be going crazy! It must be because of my condition that I… Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone standing by my bed. My pupils constrict in fear. Isn’t the house supposed to be empty today except for me? Seeing that I’m awake, the person walks over to my bedside. As the moonlight falls on him, I finally make out his face. It’s my brother. But this doesn’t relax me at all. If anything, it makes me even more afraid. I know my brother is more terrifying than any psycho killer. Seeing my disheveled state, my brother reaches out to wipe my face. I don’t move. Even when his fingers trail from my cheek down to my collarbone and chest, I still don’t move. I don’t want to show weakness in front of him. It would only make him crazier. He raises his hand and suddenly yanks off the blanket. I hurriedly press my legs together. My brother laughs. “Aria, how can you still be wetting the bed at your age?” There’s a wet patch on the sheets. It’s not from wetting the bed, it’s… My face flushes red uncontrollably. My brother says: “Who were you dreaming about, Aria?” I choke out: “No one.” “Oh?” My brother chuckles softly. “But you kept calling out ‘brother’.” It’s like he’s hit a sore spot. I bristle defensively. “You’re making that up! How could I?” “If it wasn’t me.” My brother looks at me but says: “Aria, you’ve changed.” “You used to always seduce me like a little vixen, but now you’re like a frightened rabbit.” My body starts trembling uncontrollably. “Get out! I never seduced you!” I really didn’t. Back then I just didn’t understand anything. How can you slander me like this?
My brother is a pervert who lusts after me. The first time I realized this was probably when I graduated high school. That day I was watching TV in the living room, my feet propped up on the coffee table, painted toenails swaying gently. My brother sat down next to me and said: “Aria, your feet must be cold.” His fingers twitched a couple times before landing on my feet, massaging them. His touch was just right, very soothing. I dozed off. But half-asleep, I opened my eyes to see my brother’s usually cold expression twisted with desire. And my foot was pressed against his… My heart pounded wildly. An indescribable feeling welled up inside me. I felt so ashamed. I wanted to cry. No wonder my brother never let me date anyone. No wonder my underwear would mysteriously appear in his bedroom. No wonder he was always finding excuses to get close to my body. All those strange signs from before suddenly became clear. But I’m trapped in this house, with no way to escape.
My brother chuckles softly, his tone teasing: “My sweet Aria, I know you can’t bear to be apart from me.” Suddenly, my brother’s gaze falls on my neck. His pupils constrict. The next moment I’m pinned to the bed as he yanks open my collar. My brother demands harshly: “Who bullied you?” It’s over. Even though I’ve been bundling up in the summer, my brother has still seen the injuries on my body. They’re from when Olivia and her gang beat me up at lunch. But I can’t tell my brother that. Tears are forced from my eyes. I shake my head: “No one. No one bullied me.” He stares at me intently. My eyes are full of pleading. “Aria is being naughty,” he says. This position also makes me feel violated. I just want this to end quickly. “Go away. Don’t stay in my room.” His breath fans against my neck. Hatred flashes in my eyes. “Don’t make me hate you.” He sighs helplessly, finally getting up. The door slams shut. I start trembling, curling up in my blanket. My brother is gone, but not completely. The camera in the corner of the room keeps blinking green. A sticky gaze remains fixed on me. I know my brother will be watching my every move. Until dawn breaks.
At midnight, I hide in the camera’s blind spot, crouching down. I cover my mouth, my whole body shaking as tears stream from my eyes. What should I do? Just yesterday, the people who bully me found out that Lucas is my brother. They said they want me to introduce them to my brother. But they don’t know that if my brother finds out someone’s been bullying me, he’ll kill them.
In middle school, my best friend spread rumors that I was a slut, photoshopping nude pictures of me. The whole grade of over 2,000 students was calling me a whore in the group chat. At that time, I kept seeing that best friend around my brother. My brother would buy her bubble tea, pick her up from school, help her with homework. He’d even smile gently and pat her head. Angrily, I said: “I don’t want to see her.” My brother smiled. “Alright, Aria.” “Whatever you say.” That night, my brother came home very late. When I opened the door, I saw my brother wearing a black jacket, slowly taking off red gloves. No, the gloves were white originally, just stained red with something. Seeing me, he walked over and led me to the bedroom, gently coaxing me to sleep. But I could smell a faint scent of blood on my brother. My brother said casually: “I was just helping a friend slaughter a chicken.” I never imagined my brother’s hands that wrote legal documents would slaughter chickens. But the next day, my best friend was found dead in her own room. The blood spatter at the scene was shocking. Even though she had dozens of wounds on her body, the police ruled it a suicide. Because of that certificate of severe depression, and that suicide note. The note said she felt guilty towards me, was under a lot of pressure, had been self-harming for a while, and regretted spreading those rumors about me. So she chose to end her life then. The note was posted in the group chat. The rumors about me were debunked, and many people came to apologize to me. But I realized that when my brother was helping my best friend with homework, he had already perfected imitating her handwriting. … In high school, my math teacher would always use tutoring as an excuse to take me to his office. He would do strange things to me and tell me not to tell my parents. I said I don’t have parents, only a brother. He smiled, his eyes crinkling. “Then let’s keep this a secret from your brother together.” But when my brother couldn’t find me after school one day, he burst in, discovering everything. The math teacher used his authority to pressure the police into not investigating. My brother was just a poor student then, powerless to fight back. He quietly transferred me to a new school, telling me to forget everything. After moving to our new home, my brother started keeping a vicious dog. He wouldn’t let me touch it, just fed it himself every day. Much later, the math teacher caught an STD from fooling around. Then one day on an old, run-down school building… The railing gave way, and the math teacher fell straight down. When he was found, his lower parts were missing. The police determined the fall was an accident, and those parts had been eaten by a dog. The day the news broadcast, my brother sat laughing in front of the TV. He turned to ask me: “Aria, do you like this gift?” That day was my 16th birthday. My brother had just returned from that school building that morning. I looked at him, feeling my heart sink inch by inch. Even though my brother seemed to dote on me so much, I still lived in fear every day. Afraid of angering him and being devoured by him.
The next day, I went to school and entered the classroom. But as soon as I opened the door, a bucket of water came crashing down on my head, drenching me completely. Immediately after, the room erupted in raucous laughter. The whole class was laughing, everyone delighting in seeing me soaked like a drowned rat. I stood frozen in place, aware of a foul odor emanating from my body. Olivia walked up. She wanted to slap my face like before, but hesitated and drew back her hand. She said smugly: “Jack specially scooped this water from the toilet. A few classmates even took a piss in it.” So it wasn’t water, but urine. I wanted to ask for leave to go home and wash up, even if it meant skipping class. But Jack and Chris blocked my way out. Olivia said: “Skipping class is a bad habit. If you dare leave, I’ll tell my dad to expel you. You believe me, don’t you?” Olivia is my classmate, and also the principal’s daughter. I worked so hard to get into this school. I can’t be expelled. Olivia knows this, so she always uses it to threaten me. I could only walk back to my seat step by step. Along the way, everyone covered their mouths, looking at me with disgust. I opened my textbook to find it filled with vicious words written in red pen. “Whore!” “Slut!” That was Alex’s handwriting. I lowered my eyes to see the camera lens hidden in my desk drawer blinking green. Voices sounded around me. Alex said: “I can’t believe this bitch is actually Lucas’s sister!” Jack said: “A dog and a heartthrob, who could’ve imagined that combination?” Chris said: “They can’t be blood related. Wonder how that bitch latched onto Lucas.” … My brother graduated from Oxford Law School. He’s still a legend there even years after graduating. No one could believe someone like me was the sister of someone like him. My brother and I aren’t actually blood siblings. I was adopted by his parents when I was 8, but soon after his parents died in a car accident. So people always said my bad luck caused their deaths. I don’t know if my brother resented me for that back then, but regardless, he still raised me. Many times I’ve hated that I’m not his real sister. Maybe then the shackles of blood relation could restrain this madman, keep him from being so unrestrained with me.
No one would team up with me for PE class. I snuck back to the dorm to change clothes, but was pulled into the equipment room on my way back. Olivia stood there with Jack and his gang, looking down at me imperiously. She stepped forward, ignoring my struggles as she yanked off my clothes and shoved me to the ground. My arms scraped against the floor, leaving bloody scratches. I covered my chest with my hands, trembling. Looking at each of them, I asked: “Why? Why me?” Olivia laughed mockingly: “Because you’re a bitch in heat, that’s why.” “You’re so desperate, of course we have to satisfy you.” Even though Olivia and the others now know Lucas is my brother, they don’t care at all. That day, Olivia had her foot on my shoulder, her hand viciously gripping my face. “What? Are you going to tell anyone about this?” I shook my head, tears streaming down. “No, I won’t say anything.” Finally satisfied, she patted my face. “Good bitch.” Jack looked at me, his eyes full of lust. “I heard people with that condition are extra sensitive.” Chris said: “Wonder if she’s still a virgin?” Alex said: “I’ve wanted to strip her clothes off for so long. Who would’ve thought such an innocent face could be so slutty in private?” They were all tall and strong, closing in on me like that nightmare from a month ago. I was cornered against the wall as they all started taking off their clothes. Olivia sat on the desk, filming us with her phone flashlight on. If the security guard hadn’t come by on patrol, I probably would have been molested then… But now, it seems I can’t escape. I stared at them blankly, suddenly breaking down. My constant yielding had only made them more aggressive. “Just because I have that condition, does that mean I deserve to be abused?”
I have sex addiction. I first found out about this condition when I was a freshman in high school. I was really scared at first, often researching it alone late at night. When I finally understood it, I emerged from my room in a daze. I’ve never even had sex, how could I have this condition? I gritted my teeth, not daring to tell anyone, not even my brother. But when I started college, Olivia stole my phone and accidentally discovered that diagnosis photo. From that day on, my peaceful campus life was over. Even though I hadn’t done anything, everyone thought I was naturally promiscuous. “Bitch”, “slut”, “whore” – these words followed me throughout college. But I’ve been holding back so hard, trying so desperately to act like a normal person!
Their hands reached for my body. Tears streamed from my eyes. I looked at Olivia. “I promise, I’ll introduce you to my brother.” Olivia already hated me, but after discovering I was Lucas’s sister, she hated me even more. But she still hoped to meet Lucas through me, to date her former crush. As soon as I said this, she froze. Her goal achieved, she smirked. “We’ll let you off this time.” Jack got agitated. “You’re playing us!” Olivia slapped him hard. “Shut up.” Because her family was richer than all of them, everyone listened to her. They glanced at me, reluctantly withdrawing their hands. Olivia looked triumphant, clapping her hands. “See, wasn’t that easy?” She doesn’t know, I’m just trying to protect her. But since she wants me to know my place. She can just die.
That afternoon after school, she linked arms with me, acting all friendly as we arrived at the school gates. Jack and the others followed behind, also wanting to meet my brother. He was already leaning against a Porsche waiting for me. My brother affectionately tapped my nose. “Why are you letting me pick you up today?” My brother never uses this tone with others. Olivia’s expression changed. She dug her nails into my arm, breaking the skin. My brother noticed her and asked me: “This is…?” Olivia immediately said: “Hi senior, I’m Aria’s friend. We’re super close~” Jack and the other guys quickly chimed in: “Yeah, Lucas. That’s why she brought us to meet you.” “We had no idea she had such an amazing brother.” My brother’s gaze swept over my slightly trembling body. I hurriedly pulled down my sleeve to hide the scratches Olivia had left, but he still saw them. My brother’s eyes darkened, but he still nodded politely to them. “Hello.” Then he said to me: “Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the amusement park? I’m free today, let’s go.” Olivia dug her nails into me again. I got her meaning and stammered: “My friends all want to go too. Can we bring them along?” My brother never refuses my requests, so he opened the Porsche door. “Kids, get in.” Olivia immediately said sweetly: “Thanks, big bro.” Hearing this, I instinctively looked at her, my body trembling uncontrollably. I had begged her not to call Lucas “big bro”. But it’s like she’s deliberately going against me, still calling him that. She doesn’t know, my brother only allows me to call him that. Sure enough, my brother’s expression changed when he heard it. Olivia sensed something was off and asked innocently: “What’s wrong?” My brother looked at her, his eyes darker than the night, but he laughed softly. “You have a lovely voice.” Olivia lowered her head shyly. “If you like it, I’ll call you that more next time.” I heard Jack and the guys snickering behind me. “Looks like Olivia’s about to marry into money.” “The senior must like Olivia too, why else would he say that?” I gently touched where she had just dug her nails into me, thinking: My brother said that because he wants to slit Olivia’s throat. Because the last person who called him “big bro” died just like that.
My brother is very busy, but today he specially took a day off to entertain my friends. The amusement park was completely empty, not even any staff around. My brother looked at me tenderly, telling them: “I invested in building this amusement park.” “I originally wanted a quiet day alone with Aria, so I had the park close for the day and sent all the staff home.” “If I’d known you were coming too, I would have kept some staff.” Olivia glared at me hatefully. Jack and Chris sighed in admiration at my brother’s wealth and influence. Alex volunteered eagerly: “Senior, then let me try being an amusement park staff.” “I’ve done that kind of work before.” His family is poor, so he often works part-time jobs. The first ride we went on was the river rapids. We put on raincoats and got into the raft. After Alex pressed the start button, the raft carried us into a colorful cave. I tilted my head back, admiring the beautiful projections on the cave walls. I felt my brother’s hand gently rest on my thigh.
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