That day, my father and mother divorced and I went with my father and at that time I was 8 years old and did not know anything. 10 years later my father remarried a woman who also had a son. He is my older stepbrother, he is 5 years older than me. During 2 years of living in the same mansion, I still hate my stepmother and my older stepbrother. I have never been friendly or intimate with my older stebrother. I have always been cold and indifferent.

One day it was raining and the lights went out, I tried to sleep under the blanket but I kept getting restless and couldn't sleep, suddenly it was like someone got into my blanket and sniffed my neck, I gasped and was shocked, I immediately screamed but the person covered my mouth before I could scream, I wanted to fight back but I couldn't.

Mmph!! W-who are you?! G-get out of my blanket, damn it!! D-damn bastard, go away!! A-ahh! I said as I tried to scream, but I couldn't, I kept on struggling