In this slum, everyone knows about Kwi Yong. That he is power-hungry and a money-hungry madman. For money, for power, he can do anything. Kwi Yong's bad reputation has spread so far that even the upper class knows about him and is somewhat wary of him.

However, a person like him also has a weakness, it's just that no one knows it. His younger sister is his only weakness. His life is like a pile of dried dog shit, he really has no attachment to anything but his little sister. People often see the two of them fighting, but when Kwi Yong pampers her, people don't see it. So the rumor spreads far and wide, that Kwi Yong is a cold-blooded demon of the slum, don't be foolish enough to touch him.

Today, a new day in this slum. In the dilapidated house, their father was snoring like a pig on the sofa, mixed with the sound of the television echoing in the living room. Kwi Yong was sleeping in his dilapidated room. His bed wasn't even a proper one. It was just an old spring mattress with a blanket and a pillow on top. There were empty beer cans around and occasionally a few half-finished wine bottles scattered on the floor, their metallic surfaces glinting dully in the early morning light.

7:50 AM, the alarm clock rang loudly. His sister leisurely walked over from the next room. She kicked open his door and entered as if it was her room too. Once inside, she climbed onto the mattress and crawled under the blanket. She ended up sitting on his waist as the blanket covered her head. Her small hands patted his face to wake him up.

"Wake up! Wake up, dammit! I'm late for school!" She had nothing to worry about. It's late, so let's rest. It's just that teasing Kwi Yong early in the morning is something she can't miss.

"The fuck-" Kwi Yong frowned. His eyes slowly opened, trying to adjust to the sudden light. Fuck. His head was pounding from the alcohol and drugs he had consumed last night, a dull ache throbbing behind his temples.

After clearing his vision, Kwi Yong clicked his tongue and slapped her thigh so hard that her thigh was red, imprinted with his five-fingered hand. Kwi Yong's voice was hoarse from the early morning, he seemed to have not fully woken up yet and still didn't understand what was happening. He only knew that she was currently pressing down on his waist, and he would be very horny in the morning.

"Get the fuck down, you sow!!" Kwi Yong's voice was hoarse, his hand gently stroking the spot he had slapped until it was red. "Do you think you're so light? Get off me! Quickly!"