My Sister Loves Her Brother

Stern and aloof x wicked, sinister female ghost

My mom barely looked after me when I was little. My brother and I grew up together.

My brother was perfect in every way. He got great grades and was handsome, but he was too cold, too proper and serious.

I'd been a little afraid of him since childhood, but he taught me so much: my first day at school, the first time I got kept after class, the first time I got into a fight, the first time I came in first... and the first time I fantasized about someone.

That day, when he caught me writing a post, he was surprisingly calm.

I asked if it looked good. He said I should study hard and stop thinking about useless things.

He actually called it useless. Looking at his face, my lust flared again. I stepped closer and told him not to play dumb. I was writing about him.

My brother patted my head and smiled faintly. “Go wash up and get some sleep.”

That pat felt so good that I decided to start seducing my brother.

But he never budged. No matter how I tried to seduce him, he remained unmoved and always treated me like a child.

How could he dismiss my love?

“Uncle complex.” I still remember how he said my infatuation with him was a common uncle complex among girls going through puberty.

How ridiculous. I told him he was only six years older than me, so why was he pretending to be some old man?

He told me to go to bed early again. I casually asked, “Go to bed with you? Yeah, I do want to go to bed early.” He gave me a stern look, which thrilled me all over again. “I love you, big brother.”

He seemed stunned. At last, I found his weakness.

After that, whenever he came in, I'd tell him I loved him, and he'd immediately set... It worked every time. I never missed.

Great. My brother was starved for affection.

Wasn't that exactly what I wanted?

Reading guide: The main story is told from the third-person perspective.

Theme: Let me have a bite.