My sister, Ashley, was hooking up with her boyfriend every day after school, but she never used protection. When I asked why, she told me she was going through the back door. I told her that that area was sensitive and doing that all the time could easily lead to health problems. Nowadays, everyone's got a more open mind, and someone who truly loves her wouldn't care if she was a virgin or not. Ashley actually listened to my advice for once. Later, after she and her boyfriend broke up, Mom introduced her to a rich dude. On their wedding night, because Ashley didn't bleed, the guy flipped out on her right there and then. The story spread like wildfire the next day. Ashley, completely humiliated, blamed it all on me. She shoved my head into a pot of boiling water, her face twisted with anger. "It's all your fault! If I was still a virgin, I'd be a trophy wife, and nobody would dare laugh at me!" I blinked, and suddenly I was back on the day Ashley told me she never used protection. … "Sis, don't worry, I won't get pregnant. Every time Liam and I are together, we use the backdoor." Ashley said, wiggling her hips. Looking at her face, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The feeling of boiling water searing my airways from the last time came rushing back. It took me a while to calm down. "Wow, that's... brave." Ashley kept sharing her wisdom. "Sis, I'm telling you, that spot can give a guy just as much pleasure. Don't always listen to Mom. What year is it? Living in the moment is what matters." "It's 'cause you're so old-fashioned that you can't keep a boyfriend." I just smiled. The reason Ashley was so smug was that her current boyfriend, Liam, used to be my boyfriend. We were together for two years, but he dumped me because I wasn't down for premarital sex. Less than three days after we broke up, Liam and Ashley made it official. I only found out they were hooking up when I went to Liam's place to pick up my stuff. They'd been at it for ages. Ashley would go to Liam's apartment every day, and the noises they made could be heard from the third floor to the fifth. All the neighbors knew. When I found out, my first thought wasn't anger but how Mom would react if she knew. Ashley would be screwed. Mom worked as a matchmaker and had tons of eligible, high-quality singles on her books. Dealing with all those upper-crust types for so long, Mom knew exactly what they wanted in a potential spouse. And a big one was being clean. So, growing up, Mom always taught Ashley and me that dating was fine, but no sex before marriage. Mom would always say, "Marriage is like a second chance at life. These guys might say they don't care, but deep down, they all want a squeaky-clean girl. You two better keep your guard up, or don't come crying to me." On the way home from Liam's, I was going to tell Mom everything. But when Ashley heard what I had to say, she told me she was still a virgin because she'd never used the front door. It took me a few seconds to process that. Then I started worrying about her health. Being someone with a little medical knowledge, I knew how sensitive the backdoor was. It was only meant for waste, and the sphincter muscles controlled its tightness. It wasn't meant to be open for too long every day. If it was opened often and violently, it would damage the muscles and lead to all sorts of problems. I immediately gave Ashley the lowdown and told her, "Someone who truly loves you won't put you through that or care if you still have your cherry. If you like doing that, use the right spot. If someone really cares that much, we can get reconstructive surgery." Ashley's eyes lit up when she heard about the surgery, and she stopped using the backdoor after that. I never thought that she'd break up with Liam later, and Mom would introduce her to a rich dude. Even after the surgery, she didn't bleed on her wedding day. After getting divorced, she blamed everything on me. Thinking about that, I still had to say something. "But using the backdoor all the time... it's gotta hurt, right? And what about infections?" Ashley batted her eyelashes and smiled. "If you take precautions, it's fine. Besides, sis, I think I'm just naturally gifted. That spot makes its own fluids too." 2 That sounded like something Liam would say to trick her. Normally, that spot doesn't produce anything. If it does, it means there's a problem. She has an infection. That thought made me feel a little vindictive. I pretended to be jealous and said, "Is that why Liam likes you more?" At the same time, I sent Liam's account tons of messages with attachments. [Hey, handsome, need any fun toys? Free shipping. ?] Ashley had always loved stealing my things. When she heard the envy in my voice, she got defensive. "Of course. But you're probably not that type, sis. Liam's already tasted me, so he's even less likely to be into you. You should forget about him." I lowered my head, looking dejected. At the same time, Liam sent me a message asking for recommendations. I quickly sent over some of the more rough stuff. Liam picked a few, and after he paid, I quickly placed the order at the store. Just as I finished replying, Ashley's phone buzzed. She picked it up, glanced at it, and her face turned beet red. Soon after, she got up, grabbed her purse, and started heading out. "Sis, I gotta go. Remember to keep this a secret from Mom." Ashley didn't come home that night. When she came back the next day, she could barely walk. For the next few days, Liam ordered new toys from me every day. They kept getting kinkier and kinkier, and Ashley's walk kept getting weirder. I knew that if this kept up, Ashley's body wouldn't be able to take it. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. One Saturday, Ashley grabbed my hand and whispered, "Sis, I think I tore something down there." I tried to keep my voice even. "Where?" "Down there." She pulled down her pants. "Take a look. It's bleeding a lot, and it hurts like hell." I tried to ignore the feeling in my throat and looked. It definitely didn't look normal. "Sis, do you think I should go to the doctor? I leak when I sneeze now." I almost threw up. "Go to the doctor?" I frowned. "You wanna tell Mom you've been using the backdoor?" Mom was extremely strict about our love lives. She'd been suspicious ever since Ashley had been staying out late. Ashley asked, "Then what do I do?" I rubbed my hands together. "It doesn't look too bad. Let's just go to a clinic and get some medicine." Ashley was embarrassed to go to a clinic, so she ended up buying some cream online and applying it herself. After the cream worked, Ashley went back to her usual routine of staying out all night. It was clear that her backdoor muscles had loosened. She always had a familiar, funky smell. I did the math, and finally, the day arrived. Mom found a suitable rich guy and burst in, telling Ashley to get ready for a blind date. "This Mr. Thompson is one in a million. Over eight figures in the bank, studied abroad. Most important, he's got a squeaky-clean personal life." Mom slapped Ashley's thigh and laughed. "And the best part? He doesn't have any requirements for his other half. The only thing he wants is a virgin. Ashley, your lucky day's coming." Mom was so excited, but Ashley looked like she could care less. "Mom, I don't want to." Mom and I were both taken aback. Last time, Ashley had jumped at the chance. Why was she turning it down so easily this time? Mom quickly asked, "Why? Ashley, getting married is like a second chance at life. Aren't you always complaining that Mom never gave you any advantages? This time I've found you a good one." Ashley threw up her hands. "I have a boyfriend." "Break up with him." Mom frowned. "Ashley, don't tell me you didn't listen to me and slept with that guy." Ashley's face paled. "Of course not, Mom. I just don't want to get married yet. Why don't you send Sis on the date?" Hearing that, Mom gave me a look of disgust. "You think she's worthy?" 3 Mom's hurtful words stung like a slap in the face. Because she didn't have a husband, Mom was afraid of gossip, so she raised Ashley and me with an iron fist. Though she was strict with both of us. Mom treated me like a prisoner, and Ashley like her own child. If I didn't do my homework, she'd rip up all my books and throw them in the trash. Which led to me getting made fun of by teachers and classmates at school the next day. If Ashley didn't do her homework, she'd just scold her lightly. If I broke a bowl, she'd make me kneel outside in the freezing cold all night. If Ashley broke a bowl, she'd just slap her hands a few times. I always suspected I wasn't Mom's biological daughter, and I even got a DNA test after I turned eighteen. But the results showed that I was Mom's daughter. Last time, after Ashley shoved me into the boiling water, I still had a sliver of consciousness. When Mom rushed over, she didn't even glance at me. Instead, she asked Ashley if she'd burned her hand. With my last bit of strength, I asked her why she was so biased. She gave me a disgusted look. "I'm not biased. You're just narrow-minded, so you think I'm biased. Ashley never says I'm biased." Actually, I knew that the real reason was that Ashley was better looking than me. Mom always said that beauty was a resource in this day and age. She was convinced that Ashley could marry into wealth and improve their lives, so she put all her chips on Ashley getting married. Even though Mom was reluctant, she didn't force Ashley to go on the date. Not wanting the gravy train to run to someone else's house, she arranged for me to go on a date with Mr. Thompson. On the way, she lectured me. "Don't mention your past relationships to Mr. Thompson. You're already losing points because you're not pretty. If you say you've been messing around, he'll definitely turn you down." Sometimes I thought Mom was blind. She thought Ashley was being a good girl when she stayed out all night. Even though I came home from work on time every day and checked in with her, she still thought I was a slut. Luckily, Mr. Thompson didn't care about my looks. Last time, I didn't have a good impression of him because of what happened with Ashley. After talking with him this time, I realized that he actually seemed like a decent guy. Polite, knowledgeable. Just like Mom said, he only had one requirement for his other half: that they be chaste. That requirement was only because he came from a wealthy family. He was such a catch, and women were all over him. Even so, he was still a virgin. He held himself to high standards, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to have that requirement for his other half. We got along well. After that, we went on a few dates, and our feelings for each other grew. Even after our last date, I thought that maybe fate had given me a second chance not to get revenge, but to set things right and marry Mr. Thompson. For a moment, I thought that marrying Mr. Thompson wouldn't be bad. But I didn't expect Ashley to break up with Liam after Mr. Thompson agreed to get engaged to me. That day, when she came home and saw Mr. Thompson, she called Mom into her room at night. The next day, Mom told me, "Break up with Mr. Thompson. Your sister wants to be with him." Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I froze for a few seconds. "Isn't Ashley sick? Does she just like stealing other people's boyfriends? She wanted Liam, so she took him. This time, Mr. Thompson and I are about to get engaged. Why does she have to steal him? Is she addicted to being a homewrecker?" As soon as I said that, Mom slapped me across the face. "Ashley's your sister. Why are you talking so ugly? Mr. Thompson was originally for Ashley. You're the homewrecker who stole her prize." The slap burned, but it also wiped away the last bit of love I had for Mom. I couldn't take it anymore. "Even if that's true, Mr. Thompson's my boyfriend now. Why don't you make him like Ashley?" After yelling that, I couldn't stay in the house any longer. I grabbed my purse and ran out. I knew that if Ashley wanted Mr. Thompson, Mom would make it happen. But I had faith in Mr. Thompson. He wasn't a guy like Liam. I stayed out all day, replaying the events of today and the past in my mind. Last time and this time, I felt so wronged. I thought that after I got engaged to Mr. Thompson, I'd move out. But a few hours later, I still hadn't gone home. Mr. Thompson called. He said, "Carrie, we should break up." My voice trembled with pain. "Why? Is it because of my sister?" There was a long silence. Mr. Thompson didn't try to hide it. "Carrie, you're a smart woman. You should know that people in high society like me need a pretty wife to show off. You and your sister are the same in every other way. Of course, I'm going to choose the better one." "I'm sorry. I'll give you some compensation, but I hope you won't bother me. We can still be friends." Bullshit. I hung up and smashed my phone. After taking a few deep breaths, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They streamed down my face. I took out my phone and prepared to delete all the photos I'd taken with Mr. Thompson. After scrolling through a few, my eyes widened. A few minutes later, all my anger was soothed by the photos in the album. Since everyone wanted to bully me, I was going to bully them back, one by one.
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "392128", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel