Part 1The Bad Boy's Brother

I was childhood friend Jax's simp for five years, but only ended up as a "friend with benefits."

For five years, as long as he called, I appeared.

Every time he needed comfort, I stayed.

Even without a title, I was happy.

Until I heard he had a new girlfriend, I quietly packed up my feelings, ready to exit again.

But that night, he knocked on my door again.

And rarely bought a box of strawberry flavored condoms.

"This isn't appropriate, right? Aren't you dating?" I blocked the door, not letting him in.

He squeezed in sideways, pulled open his collar, movements showing rare impatience.

But his tone carried a trace of rare gentleness:

"I am dating, but she is too clean, so innocent that people just want to protect her."

He paused, voice lowering:

"I can't bear to touch her. Can only come to you to solve it. Let's just treat it as a breakup sex. What are you pretending in front of me, open it quickly!"

I swallowed the astringency in my throat, asking cooperatively:

"Who is it, can make you treasure her so much?"

The corner of his mouth hooked up a heartless smile, looking up at me:

"Your sister."

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Hearing this sentence, my hand trembled fiercely.

The condom fell on the bed.

Brain blank for a rare moment.

I never thought he would be with my stepsister.

Even less did I expect he would turn over a new leaf for my stepsister.

Maybe the expression on my face was very helpless.

Jax tutted, smiling playfully: "Didn't expect it?"

He took a drag of his cigarette, as if reminiscing: "That little idiot, doesn't even know how to smoke."

"I passed it to her with my mouth, she coughed for a long time."

"Innocent as hell."

He shook his head laughing.

I swallowed the sourness in my chest, speaking with difficulty: "Why her?"

Jax put out the cigarette in his hand, tone rarely serious: "Annie is a good girl, I don't want to let her down."

My heart trembled, as if all strength was drained from my body.

"Forget it, you continue to take pills tonight." Jax pushed me onto the bed, skillfully unbuttoning my bra.

"Annie is too good, I held back for so long these days, dare not touch her."

Still the usual flirting technique, but my body was cold and couldn't raise any interest.

I pushed him away, stood up silently.

Put on clothes, shoes.

Then holding back the pain, pretending to be free and easy: "Jax, let's break it off."

Jax paused slightly, tutted disapprovingly: "Nicole, can you leave me?"

I didn't speak, picked up my bag and started packing cosmetics.

"Fine, get out then."

Jax's voice turned cold.

With a bit of impatience of being disturbed.

My fingertips almost sank into the flesh, but I still left the room.

Jax can like anyone, but not Annie.

Annie and I have completely different personalities.

I love playing, love excitement. Like Jax, nature is flamboyant and loose.

And Annie has been a well-behaved, obedient and quiet good girl since childhood.

So when she was tricked by punks to the bar, I chose to save her.

That day, I was drunk as mud by the punks, barely escaped with her.

But she left drunk me at the bus stop because the teacher notified to hand in homework.

Causing me to be taken back to the hotel by the punks chasing out.

Years later, I still dare not recall that night.

I scoff at chastity, but voluntary and forced are two different things.

Afterwards, I dragged my body tortured for a night, weak and broken, and slapped Annie hard.

But she cried aggrievedly, collapsing and accusing me: "You only care about yourself! If I can't hand in homework, I will be punished by the teacher!"

Since then, I hated her extremely.

And Jax knew all these.