Power stone guys??????
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This was partly due to the teachings she had received, emphasizing the preciousness of a woman's sexuality, which held true in reality.
The brother who gazed at her sexuality with his filthy eyes appeared as a horrifying monster in her eyes.
Lucas had beco the embodint of her hatred, locked away in a hellish cell constructed by his own sister, enduring a punishnt that was perhaps worse than death itself.
The disgust had no end. Mila's mind was plagued by thoughts of him being attacked while asleep, caught in the act of relieving himself in the restroom, or engaging in vile acts with her underwear.
The possibilities seed endless, and the fear of what he might do next consud her every waking mont. Her extre contempt for n, including Lucas, had grown to the point where she despised their very existence.
But today was different. Today, she found herself entangled with Lucas, like two wild animals engaged in a primal dance.
In this mont, it was not a ti to ponder the roles of n and won, but rather a struggle for survival.
If she couldn't break free from this chokehold, her life would be in grave danger. The pain in her stomach from the previous blow was excruciating, and she knew she had to find a way out.
Overwheld by the raw and primitive force exerted upon her, Mila beca indifferent to the exposure of her undergarnts, regardless of her partner's gender.
Strangely, the thought of it no longer bothered her. The imdiate concern was breaking free and ensuring her own safety.
If that imbecile Lucas had the audacity to express his desire to see her underwear, Mila knew exactly how she would respond. With unwavering determination, she would retort, "What are you talking about, you moronic brother." However, she refrained from actually using the term "moron," understanding that it would only worsen the chokehold she found herself in.
Deep down, Mila acknowledged that Lucas had genuinely opened his heart to her. She recognized that his intentions were not a facade or an act to deceive her. This realization brought a flicker of uncertain faith within her.
"The certainty that this fool will no longer take lurid photos," Mila thought to herself, almost amazed at the notion. With this newfound perspective, she began to understand that half of the fears she had harbored were actually self-inflicted. She concluded that, at the very least, Lucas wouldn't stoop so low as to drug or blackmail her and Luna by installing hidden caras. He was a bigger fool than that.
Though uncertain whether this newfound perception could be labeled as "trust," Mila's understanding of the character known as "Older Brother" had undeniably transford. It was as if a weight had been lifted, and the emotional burden she once carried miraculously began to dissipate—except for the unexpected intrusion of an older brother, who proved to be even more foolish than she had ever imagined, into Mila's life.
"It's the first ti I've complained like this with my body," Mila mused, updating her brother's profile from "imbecile" to simply "Lucas."
The dinner nu featured Luna's homade pasta, prepared with skill and care.
"Enjoy your al, brother," Luna warmly offered.
"Thank you for the food," Lucas replied gratefully.
The flavors of the pasta delighted his taste buds, cooked to perfection with precisely the right amount of seasoning. Luna's culinary prowess impressed him.
The comforting aroma of garlic filled the air as it sizzled in the heated pan.
"I also prepared gambas. And here, I have so soft bread to go along with it. It'll be nice to enjoy the al together," Luna announced, her smile radiant.
"Mmm..." Lucas murmured with a mouthful of food, nodding in appreciation.
"Brother, say 'ah'," Luna playfully instructed.
"Ah~," Lucas obediently complied, allowing Luna to feed him a bite.
Munching away, he diligently accepted each morsel offered to him by Luna.
anwhile, Mila observed the scene with a mixture of disgust and resentnt.
"What's going on? Why are you two acting like this?" Mila couldn't help but voice her confusion.
"Mila, you too. Say 'ah'," Luna insisted, holding out a forkful of food towards her.
"...When did you two beco so friendly?" Mila grumbled reluctantly, accepting the food while still grumbling about their sudden closeness.
They all continued to eat, their cheeks bulging like hamsters as they chewed, their attention focused on Luna.
"Um, it started this morning," Lucas replied between bites, nearly choking on his food in surprise.
"Brother, please eat slowly," Luna gently chided, offering him a glass of water with a warm smile.
In that mont, she seed to emit an aura even more intimidating than Mila herself. It was as if they shared secrets that went beyond stealing glances or taking pictures of her underwear.
"Hmm...Sothing seems off," Lucas thought, a cold sweat trickling down his spine.
"Mila, you also opened your heart to brother today, didn't you?" Luna asked, her voice filled with a knowing tone.
"Open my heart? To whom, exactly?" Mila replied skeptically.
"We ended up sharing a al like this, didn't we?" Luna pressed on.
"Well, that's true..." Mila reluctantly conceded, her gaze fixed on Lucas.
"The one who was always locked in their room has co out. That's the only difference," Mila concluded, realizing that the role of the recluse had belonged to Lucas all along.
And as they continued their al together, Mila couldn't help but wonder if perhaps her perception of her brother had been clouded by her own biases and assumptions.
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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won't mind if you send more stones, and plz don't forget the gifts.)
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