My younger brother clearly hates exercising, yet he brazenly snatched my massage gun.
After watching him for a while, I quickly figured out which muscle he was loosening up.
Worried that using the massage gun so much would hurt him, I kindly tried to warn him.
But not only did he refuse to listen, he flew into a rage because I had discovered his secret.
To make sure I could never cause trouble again,
he spread rumors that I had a dissolute private life. I was forced to drop out of school, and they immediately married me off to a perverted old bachelor.
I was tortured to death.
When I opened my eyes again,
my younger brother was eyeing my massage gun once more. I smiled and set it to the highest setting.
