Chapter 30: “H-Huh……?! O-Our brother was married?!!”

When was it?

When did I stop calling my brother “brother”?

Probably after the first year of middle school, right?

It wasn’t that I hated my brother from the beginning.

The memories of my childhood, which are now only faint and hazy.

If I think about it carefully, we could say that we were rather close.

We were close.

We often played together.

It’s embarrassing, but we even bathed together.

Every time, my brother would tell me to get out.

If I somehow managed to rub my body against his, he would be startled and eventually back down, and I can still

vaguely recall his appearance at that time.

I used to brag about him a lot.

Of course, I never once bragged about his looks.

He took care of me really well in an indifferent way.

He was smart.

Really smart.

He was really good at helping me with my homework…….

Ah.

Thinking about it now, it’s really nothing, but Syrup Story?

When a character I had been raising diligently was suddenly hacked and stripped naked, wearing only underwear and crying.

A day later, he suddenly said.

He said he had hacked everything back.

He returned it with dazzling items and gold that I couldn’t even imagine at the time.

When I told this story to the boys in my class, he suddenly became a hero among them. My brother.

The girls asked, “So is he handsome? Is he as pretty as you, Seolah?” I answered with a blunt expression that he was ordinary.

Yeah, that’s how girls were.

In the end, it was all about looks.

Later, money was added to that.

Surely I was like that too.

No, I was.

Early spring of the first year of middle school.

When I was at the age of having the pure malice of an elementary school student.

But with a bigger head and body, I became even more vicious and cruel.

At such a time.

Whether you made friends to hang out with in the new semester or not.

Whether you could belong to a group to be with, or whether you were ostracized and alone.

At such a time.

There was a time when my classmates came to my house.

Ah, how cruel.

To be recognized by those who won’t be seen after a year anyway.

Thinking about it now, they were just kids I wouldn’t even contact in three years at most.

But at that time, to be together, even if it was just a pretense, not to be bullied.

Just for that reason.

To sell out my own brother.

To survive.

Betraying family.

Making them a laughingstock.

Pretending not to know even when they’re insulted.

To avoid being insulted, a younger sister who goes even further to insult them.

Middle school was better.

Blocking. Insulting. Writing insulting posts.

Grimacing fiercely just by looking at their face.

Insulting them for smelling just by seeing their appearance.

Writing that on a waste of life and getting likes.

Commenting the same thing again.

Actually, I was the disgusting one.

Without even knowing that.

Pretending not to know, even though I knew.

Do you know the saying, “Near ink, one gets black”?

Do you really know what that is?

I know.

It doesn’t end with just saying that you go to Gangnam following your friends.

Because if you’ve gone to Gangnam, you can just come back, right?

But this is not like that.

You remain black forever.

If you get stained like that.

You can never return to being white.

“Hic…… Brother…….”

At least until you see the cold dead body in the coffin.

After going that far, I realized that what had become black was my heart, soul, and mind.

Only then did I barely realize that I was wrong.

But it was already too late.

Even if it hurt so much that it felt like I was being torn apart, even if that happened.

I would become tattered, but I would never come back.

[Diary.txt]

[Size : 1.23Gb]

But do you know what’s even more embarrassing?

[……I knew this day would come, but it was after entering middle school.

Still, is it better if it’s after the middle of the new semester?

Well, in this country, in Korea, it was bizarre for siblings to be close even in the upper grades of elementary school.

Well, it’s normalized.

According to the natural order.]

…….

……I discovered that my increasingly f*cked up younger sister is acting as a maid.

Why would a kid who received all the dominant genes, thanks to me tanking all the recessive genes, act as a maid?

At least be a queen bee or something.

Investigation is needed.

…….

……I guess it makes sense if she’s the daughter of a member of the National Assembly.

In this f*cking small town, she’ll be no different from the Baekdu bloodline.

Then I’ll use that instead.

Of course, to a local big shot like that.

It’ll just end as a happening to say, “Take better care of your child.”

Well…… still…….

It’ll be different for that kid, right?

I’ve already collected all the data, so let’s mix in a few more big issues and spread it all.

At least so that that btch can’t walk around with her head held high.

At the very least, so she has to transfer schools.

Then, well, a fcked up younger sister with that kind of face.

She’ll become a queen bee again or normalize herself.

…….

Success.

…….

The member of the National Assembly is going crazy, saying he’ll sue, but how can he find me?

Along with that, it was a windfall to find out that the wife of the member of the National Assembly was actually from

the red-light district.

So I asked, pretending not to know, and the f*cked up younger sister said this.

She suddenly asked why I was curious about the daughter of that whore.

She said I was disgusting.

Daughter of a whore.

Good naming.

At least we can’t go to the same school anymore.

To the brother I had insulted, hated, and treated like trash for so long.

Actually, I was constantly being watched over.

Protected.

Saved.

My whole life was supported by him.

When I found out about that.

And because I’m a stupid b*tch.

Only after he died and I lost everything did I realize it…….

It’s not just embarrassment.

It doesn’t end with shame.

This, I, I’m not just a human.

It’s not enough to be an idiot.

It’s not for nothing that my brother expressed it as f*cked up in every diary entry, unfairly insulting our mother…….

“……Hic, brother…… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…… sorry…… I’m sorry…….”

Now, even if I apologize while crying like this, you won’t accept it.

You can’t accept it…….

No matter how much I want forgiveness…… you’re not here anymore…….

I abandoned my brother long ago…….

…….

Ah, fck.

Hey, fcked up younger sister.

I don’t know why, but I think I’m going to die soon?

Recently, I’ve been having strange Japanese middle school girl trauma-level dreams that I don’t even know what they

are…….

Fck, what are you going to say to me?

You’ll say I’m a pdophile or something, or about the Child Protection Act, and tell me to stop watching anime.

Anyway, this is a will and inheritance, so you handle it well.

I’ll send something similar to Mom and Dad, but I don’t even know if I’ll have time for that.

First of all, you’re the only one who knows how to use the Bitcoin or Downbit app.

I’m f*cking asking you for the first time in my life.

Please do this as I say.

But still…….

First, if you sell all my coins, it’ll be about 2 billion.

Pay the taxes well.

First, half to Mom and Dad.

No.

Give them 70~80%, and you can keep the rest, or throw it on the floor.

My brother, until the end…….

If you say it’s not enough, you’ll die.

I knew you would say that, so every time I ate at your house, I took your stupid idea of opening a flower shop.

I set up your flower path, even if it’s not a flower shop. When you’re bored.

……If you had been a f*cking femi or something, I wouldn’t have done this.

At least you’re living well, keeping your distance even after going to a women’s university, so I’m doing this.

Well, if you were a femi with that face, you’d be a fcking idiot.

Even so, you’re only fcked up on your mother’s side, not your father’s, so it’s a relief.

What do they call it in your words? A f*cking honorary male? Well, that’s better.

Just you.

……Enough.

Because you hang out with f*cked up fashion humanities light-headed girls.

You didn’t know your own talent.

I watched and judged that you surprisingly have a talent for science.

The brain genes that went to me, you inherited that along with your appearance genes.

How to become a queen bee master at KAIST.txt

Everything you need to do is written in this text.

Just follow it.

You can do it with your brain.

The women’s university you’re attending now, even if it’s the top one limited to women’s universities.

It’s just that the image is f*cked up, unlike when our mother was there, so quit.

Rather, whether you study here or not, once you get in, you can catch a suitable simp and live as you wish.

There are tons of simps here.

…….

Ah, there’s one drawback.

There are a lot of guys at KAIST who look like they’re good at physics and math like me, so it’ll be f*cking annoying

for you.

But the same gender as you is similar, right?

In other words, it’s optimized for the f*cked up queen bee play that you risked your life for when you were in middle

school and high school.

Still, sometimes there are really, really, very occasionally quite handsome guys who make you wonder if they’re really

KAIST students?

Usually, those guys are in the Industrial Design Department or the Technology Management Department, so try to

aim for them.

If you have that face, you’ll get along well, saying you’re on the same level.

And also…….

…….

Ah, f*ck.

My heart stopped now

About 1 minute, if I grit my teeth and bite my tongue and go crazy, I can hold on for 4 minutes…… I think, f*ck

Anyway…… even if it’s just once in your life…… the f*cking brother you hated so much died…… died so…….

It’s my wish.

He said it was his wish.

Just listen to me once.

So I did.

Please.

Because I was asked…….

“……Hic! Hic! Haaang…… I’m sorry…… I’m sorry, brother…….”

After that, only meaningless vowels continued.

He probably fell down suddenly and pressed the keyboard.

That’s how my brother’s 1.23 gigabyte large-capacity diary was created.

“My brother always protected me…… Even when I pushed him away…… He only thought of me…… But still…… But

still, I only now…… Huhu! Hic……!”

Not to anyone else…….

Not to Mom or Dad…….

Only to me…… My brother’s diary…….

“……It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault……! Surely my brother became like this because I kept doing that…… Because of

me……!!”

While lamenting like that, buried in the bed, in the pillow, crying.

―Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Hey, hey! Seolah! C, come out for a second!! Quickly!!”

“……Hic, uh……?”

Suddenly, my mother banged on the door.

“S, suddenly a strange kid came! She’s crying and making a fuss, saying it’s all her fault that your brother died, just

like you……! If you know her…… No, there’s no way you…… Anyway, come out!! Quickly!!”

What the hell is going on outside?

I can’t even imagine what it is just by hearing the words.

―Creak.

It was when I opened the door and looked towards the front door.

There was a foreigner.

Blonde hair, pigtails……?

And a little dressy…… Surely in an outfit that would appear in an anime that my brother would like…….

Like mourning clothes…… Black…….

“……Hic! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry……!! …… Teacher……

Teacher…… It’s all because of me that you died……! It’s all because of me……!!”

“H, hey, foreign lady! What kind of relationship did you have with my son…… Ah, no, stop crying first, and don’t do

this in the hallway, come inside first…….”

“I’m so sorry……!! Haaang!! My mother-in-law and father-in-law’s son……!  hic! died……! It’s all because of

me…… It’s all because of me, who is not good enough……!! Haaang!!”

She was crying just like me, my younger sister, a while ago.

As if the world had collapsed.

“……M, mother-in-law? Father-in-law……?”

And somehow.

It felt like my world, as a younger sister, collapsed along with it.