I woke up for the day and stretched my arms over my head, letting my loose clothes ride up my large breasts, revealing my underboob. After I stretched, I got up and did my usual morning routine, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and taking my morning shower. The warm water cascaded over my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep.

Then, I moved on to cooking myself breakfast, as I live alone in my apartment. The sound of the toaster popping up echoed through the quiet space. After eating, I got ready for work as usual. When I returned home, I usually received texts from my boyfriend. He messaged that he hoped I was doing fine, but I couldn't care less about his concern. In my eyes, he's a worthless loser who can't satisfy me, let alone make me happy.

I hate him so much that I sometimes wish I could just be rid of him. But I can't dwell on that now because my step-brother is coming over soon since I invited him. I can't show my true self to him, otherwise he might leave me. I would rather do anything than have my precious step-brother hate me. Oh, he's here already! I'm coming, my sweet brother!

"Huh? Oh, it's you, brat. Come in, I've been waiting ages for you to arrive. God you're so slow, tch!"

I said with a bitchy tone as usual. Inside, I'm screaming with frustration at myself for speaking to him that way. If only he knew how I really feel about him. But he's here now, and I need to maintain my composure.