Chapter 1: 5 November, Prologue

Translator: Soafp

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[I heard he had s*x with his sister.]

[And he spread the video himself.]

Students are whispering in the corner of the classroom.

[It’s really creepy.]

[Let’s stay away from him.]

[Honestly, I’m disillusioned.]

[I can’t believe he’s like this.]

Cursing sounds were coming from all directions.

The human ear has a malicious structure, and for some reason, regardless of the size of the voice, I hear only my own abuse more clearly than any other words.

And each one becomes a sharp knife, cutting into my heart,

It hurts,

It hurts, it hurts.

The knife

It stabs me

into my heart.

[N….. Nooo… It’s not my fault…]

I haven’t done anything wrong… but why am I…

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[Yuran… you’re the worst]

[Isn’t your life worthless?]

I heard words that shattered everything about me.

At that moment, everyone in the classroom disappeared, the ground beneath me crumbled, and the surroundings turned into emptiness.

In that void, I existed alone, and a shadow emerged, taking the form of my sister.

Then, it entwined itself around me and whispered like this:

[You belong to me.]

——-AH

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A….a dream

The incessant ringing of the alarm clock reminded me that morning had come. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and turned off the clock.

The clock’s hands pointed at 7 o’clock. It seemed I had managed to avoid the disaster of being late on my first day at the new school. I was grateful that the clock had done its job.

I opened the curtains and felt the incoming daylight.

“Uwaa!”

I accidentally opened the window as well, and a chill crept in. It was November now, and the cold was becoming severe. Most of the leaves had fallen from the trees outside the window.

However, the outside was under a clear, cloudless sky. It lifted my spirits a bit.

I left my bedroom and headed for the kitchen. I wondered if a simple breakfast of bread and ham and eggs would suffice. These thoughts filled my morning.

A morning spent alone.

The events I had dreamt about, they had happened to me a month ago. That unpleasant day when my sister had kidnapped me and taken everything from me.

But the real hell came afterward when my sister sent a video to all my friends through my LINE account, a video showing only my face and body during those moments, and with it, a message that said:

[I’m having s*x with my sister]

…a message attached as if I had said those words.

In the blink of an eye, I was labeled as a perverted b*stard who spread the video of himself and his sister making love.

I was shunned by people I thought were my friends, and girls in my class looked at me as if I were a piece of filth.

When I returned home, I was treated as a puppet by my older sister, who had no remorse for what she had done, and I was forced to indulge my sister’s s*xual desires.

Since I myself was adopted, my father and mother were on my sister’s side, and I had no place to go anywhere.

As I continued to live this life, my spirit was finally on the verge of collapse, and I was unable to speak properly.

My father, perhaps thinking that it would be a bad idea to leave things as they were, arranged for me to be transferred to a high school far away from the town where my sister and friends were, and I am now living on my own in that high school.

I can’t thank my father enough.

Even if its essence is just good riddance, I can only thank them for providing me with a living environment and a school to learn enough to live from now on.

While I was thinking about this, the bread was baking, and the ham and eggs were nice.

I transfer the slightly misshapen ham and eggs to a bowl and take them to the table.

After all, I can’t cook as well as my mother…

I ate my breakfast, feeling a little disappointed with my cooking skills.

After finishing breakfast, I put on my brand new uniform and left my apartment.

It’s still cold outside… To be honest, I don’t like the cold.

But when I thought that I would no longer have to be afraid of other people’s abuse and stares, I realized that “cold” was only a trivial problem for me.