Rotten Bones

Ji Yao has a secret: she is in love with her own brother.

When they hug hello, their skin touches. When they eat, their chopsticks share their saliva.

Every time they hold hands, she imagines it is her brother holding hers. Every time their eyes meet, she imagines him looking away from her.

She tests him, crosses boundaries, and teases him, but every time, her brother gently defuses the situation, discreetly saving her face.

Her brother really is a good brother.

She spies on him, controls him, and does everything she can to force her way into his world and drive away everyone around him.

Especially that so-called girlfriend of his!

She hates that woman's proper manners, her smiling eyes, and the way her mouth fondly calls her "little sister."

...She will turn her into the most grotesque specimen.

Her brother's world can only have her in it. Everyone else deserves to die!

Outside the hospital ICU, her brother snaps at her for the first time, all for someone else.

"Ji Yao, how long are you going to keep acting like this?"

Huh? Is this just acting up?

After everything she has done, is it all just acting up?

She has only ever been steadfastly making her way toward him.

She tilts her head and looks at him strangely. Step by step, she closes in, rises onto her toes, and leans toward her brother's face. In a voice trembling with excitement, she whispers, "Then, Brother, when you took your own sister's panties and masturbated with them, were you acting up?"

The name he cried out in his delirium, the panties hanging from his swollen erection, the call recording he left open on his phone, the way he curled up among the pile of clothes she had discarded and sniffed them.

She saw all of it.

Ji Yao smiles. "Brother, you're so depraved."

·

Before she turned twenty-three, Ji Yao chased her brother all over the world, doing everything she could to destroy whatever might steal his attention. She wanted to occupy every important place in his life.

After she turned twenty-three, she finally learned that he loved her.

But then she began to hate him.

She hated that he could always control her emotions. She hated that he always acted superior. She hated that he loved her but still made her suffer for some bullshit about blood ties and moral propriety!

If her brother wouldn't behave, then he would need to be trained.

She grew distant and silent, even wearing an expression of disgust.

She was obedient and sensible, accepting the marriage arranged for her by her family.

Everyone praised her for growing up.

But her brother could no longer stand it.

He began clinging to her like a mangy dog, waiting on her hand and foot.

Everything she ate, used, or wore had to pass through his hands.

Ji Yao was held in his arms and fed one bite at a time.

Pinned against the wall as he applied her makeup bit by bit.

Strapped in front of the vanity as he dressed her one item at a time.

Ji Yao smiled. "Does Brother think I'm a child?"

"I've looked after you ever since you were born, little sister. Of course I'm the one who should look after you now."

He knelt at her feet, base, filthy, and devout, kissing his way up from the tops of her feet as though she had granted him an enormous reward.

Ji Yao pointed her toes and hooked them under his chin, lifting his face. "Then Brother had better be a good dog and do as he's told, or your little sister might leave you."

Message: Persistence is victory