I was my stepbrother's little shadow, always chasing after him. But he hated me, the child his stepmother brought into the family. Still, I never learned my lesson. Even when bullied, I would just bury my face in his palm and cry: "Brother, I like you the most." It seemed that no matter how he treated me, I would always adore him. Later, when college applications came around, everyone thought I would apply to the local university to continue being his sidekick. Instead, I decisively applied to A University, the furthest one from home. 1 After submitting college applications, my classmates laughingly asked where I applied. Before I could answer, someone chimed in. "Do you even need to ask? He definitely applied to the local university. Look at how clingy he is with his brother. Total bro-con!" "True, but his brother treats him really well. Latest sneakers, limited edition figures, whatever he wants, he gets. His brother goes to all the parent-teacher conferences, and if it rains, one call and his brother picks him up right at the school building!" Their tone was half teasing, half envious. Ethan Vance was rich, powerful, and doted on his younger brother. Who wouldn't want a brother like that? I smiled without saying a word. As if silently agreeing that I would apply locally. In reality, I had already applied to A University, the furthest possible choice. I've been Ethan's dog for eight years. Finally, I see the dawn! 2 But before the acceptance letter arrived, I still had to be Ethan's obedient little brother. One call from him, and I rushed home in a panic. The villa was brightly lit. Ethan had come back early from his business trip. The front door was open. Like a beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for me, the lamb, to walk right in. With no one to supervise me for a while, plus the excitement of escaping Ethan soon, I had let myself go completely. Drinking, clubbing, staying out all night. Afraid Ethan would find out, I always snuck out from the second floor. Who knew he would come back early? In the study. Ethan sat in a leather chair, flipping through a document. His brow was cold, black shirt sleeves rolled up slightly, looking abstinent and noble. When I came in, he didn't even lift his eyelids. "Where did you go?" He asked calmly, but I could feel the immense pressure in those words. Coming back at 2 AM to find his good little brother had snuck out and stayed out all night. His anger must be extraordinary. The more scared I was, the sweeter I smiled. I squatted beside him, looking up to act cute. "Bro, I swear this is the first time! My friends asked me so many times before I went. We just sang some karaoke." Only then did he lower his eyes to look at me. Ethan usually fell for my coquetry. But this time, I couldn't brush him off. He sneered lightly, no smile in his eyes. "Little Yan learned to lie to his brother too?" Cold sweat instantly broke out on my back. He knew everything. Ethan stopped talking, looking down at my collar. His gaze grew colder and colder. I followed his line of sight and looked down. There was a lipstick smudge on my collar. It happened at the bar when I helped a girl who almost fell. I'm done for. "Bro, this isn't..." Before I could explain, I heard him say calmly. "Eighteen years old. Old enough to date." He looked at the lipstick mark, seemingly finding it an eyesore, then looked up at me again. His thumb rubbed against my lips. Using some force. I cried out in pain, and his finger slipped into my mouth. I didn't dare bite him, just kept my mouth open obediently. Ethan's eyes were dark, his tone indistinguishable: "Doing it until midnight?" I had a puppy love phase before, which Ethan nipped in the bud. He warned me not to date before I was an adult. Now that I'm an adult. His reaction didn't seem any more lenient than before. I quickly explained: "I didn't date, and didn't do anything. This was an accident, really! If you don't believe me, look!" Afraid of his misunderstanding, I lifted my shirt to show him. Except for the lipstick on the clothes, there were no marks anywhere else! Ethan's gaze stopped on my lean waist and abdomen, his eyes darkening slightly. "Take it off." 3 I didn't think much of it, lifted the hem and took off my shirt. Ethan raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving down to my belt, darker than before. He seemed to be signaling me to continue. I was a bit embarrassed. "I don't need to take off more, do I?" "Shy?" Who's shy? Maybe the alcohol went to my head, I couldn't help but retort. "Then why don't you strip?" Ethan's lips curled slightly at my words, saying meaningfully: "Want to strip mine?" Is this something a brother should say to his brother? I only dared to complain internally. "If Bro wants me to strip, of course I will." We have the same parts, why be afraid of you looking? I was confident in my figure. Stripped down to my boxers. Seeing Ethan with legs crossed, watching leisurely. His expression was calm, seemingly unmoved. I was a bit annoyed. Hooked the edge of my boxers and pulled down two inches, teasingly. Satisfied to see Ethan squint. I thought I must have disgusted him. What man likes looking at another man's body? I was happy and licked my lips. Asked him in a fake sweet tone: "Bro, strip more?" "No need. Close the door on your way out." His voice was slightly hoarse, as if suppressing something. He looked away, not looking at me anymore. Hehe. I knew I disgusted him. 4 I came to the Vance family with my mom when I was ten. We were a blended family. I thought we were moving from one apartment to another. Turned out we moved into a huge manor. Got the hidden rare edition. Mom said there was an older brother at home, told me to be good and listen to him. Ethan was already very handsome as a teenager, high nose, thin lips, noble and arrogant. I listened to my mom and tried to please him, being his little shadow, running after him. The most frequent thing I said was: "Brother, I like you!" But his attitude towards me was very cold. I knew he didn't like me. One day I waited for him at his classroom door as usual, but heard he left ten minutes early. He was annoyed that I came to find him. It rained heavily that day. I walked home alone in the rain. When the driver found me, I was freezing all over. Got a high fever after getting home. Everyone surrounded me, but I only wanted my brother. Ethan condescended to come. Clearly he was the culprit who left me behind and caused my fever. But I just pitifully buried my face in his palm and cried. "Brother, I like you the most." Ethan had heard this many times. It seemed no matter how he treated me, I would always like him. My burning face buried softly in his palm. He looked down at me, holding my tearful face. For the first time, he didn't resist my closeness. Heard me whispering. "Brother, I like you, I listen to you, please don't hate me, okay?" "Brother, I'm so scared, sleep with me, okay?" I waited for a few seconds, thinking there was no hope. But heard him agree: "Mmh." His expression was still cold, but something seemed to melt in his eyes. I was stunned. That night Ethan really slept next to me. I deliberately burrowed into his arms, breathing against his face. Ethan didn't push me away, instead let me hug him. The next day he got a fever too. Actually, I could have just waited at school yesterday; the driver would have come back for me. But I insisted on leaving and deliberately broke my phone watch. Deliberately got rained on to make Ethan feel guilty, and wanted to pass the cold to him. Resulting in an unexpected harvest. Since that time, he no longer resisted contact with me, his stepbrother. Tacitly allowed my approach, giving whatever I asked. Seemed to have circled me into his territory. My status skyrocketed. From the unfavored stepbrother to the brother's palm treasure. The premise was I had to be his obedient little brother.
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