Desire to monopolize

"Desire for Monopoly" Author: [Japan] Chika Tachibana

Translation: Asagi Moon

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"We've been together forever."

Growing up together since they were young, it was natural to like each other, and soon became lovers of Kwang and Jinyang.In peaceful daily life, the light is overwhelmed by nightmares.His dream is that his younger brother's true yang is bound and humiliated.Soon, something unbelievable happened to Light's body.Jinyang, who is obsessed with light, seals the light like a world hidden outside....

The crush of a brother who was bound by excessive love.

How long has this state of affairs been going on?

Hot and wet palms caressed my skin.

Pressed on the bed in a beastly position, the freedom of the body was taken away, and the back hole was penetrated from behind.The sound of skin colliding echoed in the room as she was pierced by the scorching cock and was about to lose consciousness.As soon as the inner wall is rubbed, a feeling similar to cold air will emerge.

However, his body was on fire.

The wrists bound by the rope hurt so much.Tightly twisted, a little bit of bleeding.Even if he begged him to stop, he still refused to listen, his body was shaken violently, and his voice easily lost its meaning.

"Ha, uh..."

Against my will, my pussy was getting wet and wet.The white turbidity injected in countless times overflowed with the man's thrusting and thrusting, and flowed through the thighs to wet the sheets.

The heat was soaring, I felt that I was dying, and my body and mind had reached their limits.But as soon as I was bumped, I would immediately indulge in the heat of lust.

I hate myself so much for this reaction.

It's not okay to do that.is not allowed.If you don't run away quickly.Turn it over in your head.

The world is covered in white mist....

"Ah, um!"

However, severe pain suddenly climbed up the back of the neck.

The man's teeth were bitten down deeply, and I regained consciousness all of a sudden.

Not even being absent-minded is allowed.Along with the pleasure given, this pain also became hot.Unable to contort my body, I slipped easily into his behavior.

"Ah-ahhh!"

The place where the hot rod is in the mouth shrinks repeatedly shallowly.Cooperating with this rhythm, the man did not know how many times he spit out desire in my body.

A man's voice whispered sweetly in my ear.

Shut up, shut up, shut up.Don't call me that voice.

He closed his eyes wet with tears tightly.Sounds that don't match the behavior.Please, don't call me in such a loving voice.

But the man muttered again.

--I love you.

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When waking up from light sleep, the first thing you feel is dizziness.

Lifting the head lying on the table, the room is filled with soft afternoon sunlight and a sense of comfort and tranquility.

Feeling the light and peaceful air in spring and summer, the whole body relaxes.

Appears to have dozed off at work.Feeling tired, I frowned and exhaled lightly.

A large writing desk, next to a large window connected to the balcony, filled with bookshelves full of books.The wind blew in through the slightly open window, gently blowing the curtains.Without a hint of decoration, this is my room.

...I had that dream again.

During this period of time, I have been repeating wonderful dreams, and they are all the same.

It was me as a man, a nightmare of being raped by a man.

"Why, do you have that kind of dream..."

Can't help talking to himself.

Although it is clear that this is just a dream, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.Needless to say about the content, I feel very unhappy for myself who has had that dream many times.

Why do you have that kind of dream?And do it over and over again.

The dream is so real that it makes people tremble.The touch of the man's sweaty hands touching the skin, and the smell of the breath in the ears still linger on his body now.Every time I have that kind of dream, that kind of touch is painted on my body again, and I feel like vomiting.

The feeling of the dream seemed to reappear again, and I tried my best to drive it away.

Take a deep breath to change your mood, and move your gaze to the large envelope on the table.I have something to do.No time to think about that dream.

On the heavy brown envelope, there was the delivery address—this home, and my name, Ikuta Hikaru.

Inside the envelope was heavy paper clipped with paper clips.

The so-called proof is the trial printing of the final confirmed publication content.Through repeated confirmation, step by step, it becomes a form of books and magazines that can be read by people.

I undo the paper clips on the proofs and tidy up my desk.

Put the information on the coffee table on the left.Judging from the confirmed content, it is impossible to put down all the books. At this time, the books with low reference value are directly piled on the floor.

Take out the red pencil from the pen holder, put it upright on the right side of the proof, and finally put on the glasses on the table.Although it does not affect daily life, eyesight is declining every year, and it will be inconvenient if you do not wear it at work.

I make a living by proofreading—simply, finding mistakes in articles.

Now I work at home as a freelancer, and until a year ago I was working in the proofreading department of a well-known publishing house.Including the working time in the company, this job has lasted for five years.

Knock, knock, suddenly there was a polite knock on the door.

"Hi, take a break, shall we?"

The door was opened, and a bright and crisp sound entered the ears.

Sitting on the chair, he slowly raised his head and turned around. Standing there was his younger brother Zhenyang, narrowing his slightly drooping eyes.

My younger brother, who is six years younger than me, is a college student who is about to graduate this year.The knit cardigan worn on the slender body and the cool slightly long black hair give off the impression of a good-looking youth.

Just standing there has a sense of gorgeousness that attracts attention, and you can see beautiful canine teeth when you smile.Therefore, when he smiles, his clean and upright face will look a little young, which naturally relieves the vigilance of others.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhenyang is liked by others.Zhen Yang, who is close to others, can quickly get acquainted with anyone.

I am the opposite type who rarely meets people, stays out of the house, and only deals with words.It's hard to believe it's brothers who grew up in the same home.

Zhen Yang froze for a moment, then couldn't help bursting out laughing.

"Your forehead is turning red. Your hair is messed up too. Did you take a nap?"

Zhenyang poked my forehead with his finger in a funny way, and I inadvertently looked away.

"...didn't sleep"

He casually stroked the soft hair that easily curled up, and returned his gaze to the proof sheet in front of him.Although there is no need to hide the fact that he dozed off, but once his reliable brother said so, he felt as if he had turned back into a student who was reminded by the teacher.

"That's not bad. This blurry place also has a light style, so cute."

"What are you talking about cute..."

There is a man who has been said to have soft lines and looks very neutral, but he will say that he is going to be a three-year-old man in two years. Zhenyang is the only one who is cute.

Besides, even if I have good facial features, I still feel confused, and my taste is not good.Clothes and hairdos are also kept to a minimum, but nothing else.

But Zhenyang said that this is not acceptable, and now he is almost always helping me choose.This younger brother just loves to take care of people and can't seem to ignore my laziness.

Thanks to him, I have an unreasonably large wardrobe of beautiful shirts and pants.I seldom go out, these things are useless, but if Zhenyang feels satisfied, let him go.

"Compared to this." Zhen Yang rubbed his stomach.

"I am hungry"

Saying so, Zhenyang showed his beautiful canine teeth.

The aroma of fried rice filled the kitchen.

As soon as I turned off the fire on the stove under the pan, my stomach, which didn't feel much hunger, made a small sound.It's a bit of a cut corner, but it's Zhen Yang's request, and it's enough for lunch.

At this moment, Shinyo peeped into the kitchen with a smile and asked "Is it ready?".It seemed that he was attracted by the aroma and couldn't wait honestly.

The living room and the kitchen are separated temporarily, but they are connected spaces because there is no door.

"We have already done"

The rising heat fogs up the glasses.In this way, I completely forgot to take it off during work.Taking off the glasses with one hand and placing them in a proper place in the appliance shed, I turned to look at Zhenyang.

"It's just lunch, it's fine if you can't make it yourself"

No, Zhenyang said nonchalantly.

"Because it tastes better when it's cooked alone"

Although I don't want to do that myself, people often say that I am stupid.I also know that I am not a reliable person. Even so, it still feels a little bit of a violation to be given the title so naturally.

——The situation of the Ikuta family is a bit complicated.

I have no blood relationship with Zhenyang.My father and Jinyang's mother, whose spouses both died in the accident, remarried and became a family.I was 12 when my father remarried, so Jinyang was six.

After all, I was a child at the time, and my memory of meeting Zhenyang is not very clear, but I can still clearly remember how cute my younger brother was.The young Zhenyang is the same as now, a child loved by everyone.That cheerful smile lit up everyone's heart.

Zhen Yang's mother is a very honest person.For me, who is very shy of strangers, now I am caring like my biological mother.Dad and stepmother did not treat us differently, but raised us as if they were our own.

Even if we are not related by blood, the four of us are real family.

My current parents are living out of town due to my father's work, so only Zhenyang and I live in this apartment.Because we are clean and serious people, even if two big men live together, there is no inconvenience.

"hungry"

Shin Yang pretended not to hear my complaint, peering over his shoulder at the pan.From behind the ring on my belly makes a pitiful sound.

They are about the same height, but once I am hugged in like this, it will be difficult for me to move.

"Would you like to get a bowl, or just wait and choose one for me"

"yes--"

Zhenyang reluctantly left my side and took out two large saucers from the utensil shed.Because the fried rice is ready, the rest will be handed over to Zhenyang, and I will start to clean up the dishes and chopsticks piled up on the sink.

Originally, Zhenyang could do everything very well, and most of them could be done easily and independently.This kind of cooking can also be done better than me, but he always treats me like a baby.

But actually I do know.He deliberately acted like a baby in order to make me eat when I was alone and lost track of time when I was immersed in work.

I'm not good at switching between things, once it's working.

Sometimes I get so caught up in reading that I don't notice that the day is over.Embarrassingly, I often feel that the person who is acting like a baby is actually me.Although he is younger than me, Jinyang feels more like an adult.

Obviously the body is the same, and the height and physique are not much different, but the foot speed and wrist strength are better than Zhenyang.This kind of Zhenyang was actually a weak type when he was a child, it is unbelievable to think about it now.

After washing the dishes and walking out of the kitchen, the preparation of the dinner table has just been completed.

He sat down on the carpet spread on the floor, and sat diagonally opposite Zhenyang across the big low table.Fried rice topped with round fried eggs.This is what Zhenyang put on it when I was washing the dishes.

He put his hands together and said that I started, and after taking a bite, I felt my hunger for the first time.Once you start eating, you can't stop, and you will finish eating in a while.

There is still more than half of Zhenyang's plate left.

...It is a lie to say that you are hungry.

When I frowned in embarrassment, Zhenyang dropped the title again.

"Light, it's stained"

Here, his finger touched the corner of my mouth.

Then he immediately withdrew his finger and put it in his mouth.

"thanks for treatment"

From Zhenyang's chewing mouth, I knew that there were rice grains on the side of my mouth.I didn't even notice the rice grains, isn't this a child?

Feeling more and more embarrassed, I couldn't help but look away from Zhenyang.

"I told you it's not light, it's brother"

"It's just a title, so it doesn't matter. ... Besides, if it's really my brother, I can't do this kind of thing."

Saying that, Shinyo put his hands on the table and stretched out his head, this time he kissed my lips.

Then he immediately left his lips and smiled at the closest distance, and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat.Facing Zhenyang's innocent smile, I shrugged my shoulders to hide my embarrassment.

...Actually, the Ikuta family is a little different from other families.

That is, the relationship between me and Zhenyang.

We are both boys, brothers with an age difference of six years. I don't know when, both of us have been in love.

Zhenyang to me, and I to Zhenyang, are important lovers.

When did we overlap our lips and have a physical relationship for the first time?Being gay and brothers, maybe this kind of relationship is difficult for others to understand and cannot be tolerated, but these have nothing to do with us.

It is perfectly natural for us to like each other.

Without Zhenyang, I would never know what love is all my life.When I was hugged in my arms and whispered that I liked you, I was so happy that I wanted to cry.

kiss.touch each other.Tight hug.I never thought that this warmth would be so sweet, clutching my chest tightly.

As I am not good at interpersonal communication, the only people I can talk to calmly are my family members.Especially in front of Zhenyang, he can do it without any worries.Not only because they grew up together, but more importantly, Zhenyang's hearty personality.

I was originally not good at talking to people, and I can even say that I have a phobia.Work conversations are okay, but personal conversations are not.

Just being watched by others makes my heart beat wildly.My mind was in a mess, I was anxious and didn't know what to say, and I had the illusion that my throat was blocked.

I like this, should it be taken for granted, there is no one who can be called a friend.

In private conversations, no one gives me the time to search for the appropriate words and organize them into words.But it's a matter of course for others, and I don't care.It's just to clarify that I can't do it well.Although I often worry about why I am like this, after all, my nature is hard to change.

The workplace where I stayed for four years has many personalities, and no one will inexplicably interfere with other people's private lives.Therefore, compared with the student days that emphasized coordination, I lived very comfortably, but in such an environment, the sense of disobedience in my heart still cannot be eliminated.

So I decided to live as a free man.

If there is no true yang, how would I live?

I am really, only really positive.

As soon as he thought of this, he was suddenly hugged by Zhenyang.When did it move, Zhenyang was sticking to his side.As soon as he was hugged tightly, Drum began to stir noisily.

I blinked and stared at the remaining fried rice on Zhen Yang's plate.

"...Don't you eat?"

"Eat later. It will be fine in a while, just let me do this."

"But, I still have a job"

"It's okay. Then we'll do it later."

After speaking, Zhenyang kissed me.

Pushed down on the back of the sofa, I was given a thick kiss different from just now.Tongue caressed gently in my mouth, and I responded.

Obviously I have received countless kisses, but no matter how long it takes, I still can't get used to it.I don't think I'm a child anymore, but I've only done it with Jinyang, so there's nothing I can do about it.

During the intense entanglement of the tongue, the core of the mind is paralyzed, and the body slowly heats up.very comfortable.

It was just a kiss, but the center of my body became hot, and there was a reaction in mine.

"……can not wait anymore?"

Zhenyang let go of his lips and asked.Stroking from the top of the clothes to the lower abdomen, smiling.I trembled from just being gently touched, shamed by my hyperactive body.

Even so, I nodded lightly, and Zhenyang happily unbuttoned my clothes when he saw this.

The front of the shirt and trousers were both undone, and Shinyo's hand came in.Moving flat from my neck to my wrist.But when it moved to the chest, it suddenly changed its movement.Touching the sides of the bump makes me anxious, only occasionally touching the center.

Impatiently, I rubbed my forehead against Zhenyang's shoulder.

"...Huh, uh"

The itching sensation spreading from my body made me close my eyes.

But it's not just itching.Pleasure spreads slowly like ripples of ripples.The breath rises without authorization.

"Light, so cute"

Different from the gentle tone full of happiness, the movement of Zhenyang's hand began to escalate.

Picking the apex of the chest with fingers, kneading it in a circular motion.Although I was ashamed that I felt my chest just being played with, but I couldn't suppress the pain that came up.

Perhaps because he noticed that my breathing was disordered, Zhenyang smiled and kissed my ear.

Exchanging kisses, Zhenyang's hand slid down along the abdominal muscles like tickling.The ambiguous technique was unbearable, and the foot jumped a bit.

As soon as the hand came to my lower abdomen, Zhenyang rubbed there even harder.From the root to the tip, apply it slowly and repeatedly.

"...Ha, ah"

Being directly touched the most sensitive part, he couldn't help shaking his head and rejecting it.

Zhenyang sweetly bit my earlobe and continued to stimulate the front.The increased speed urges me to ejaculate, and sparks fly in my head.He gasped unbearably.

"T-Yang..."

"what?"

Zhenyang whispered sweetly in my ear.

"...how, how, do, want, shoot"

"Okay, let's shoot like this"

"But……"

It would be embarrassing for me to ejaculate alone in front of the undisturbed Jinyang.But Zhenyang ignored me who was confused inside, and attacked more and more fiercely.

"Ah,...um, uh..."

The limit was reached soon, and I spit out my desire before I could bear it.Fatigue hit her whole body in one breath, and her chest heaved violently.

Before I could adjust my breathing, Zhenyang let me lie down on the carpet.Waiting for the heat to be delivered to me, I squeeze my eyes shut.

But Zhenyang took my right hand and guided it to the back hole.

"Can I prepare it myself?"

"—Eh, what, what?"

Hearing Zhenyang's incredible request, I couldn't help but doubt my ears.

"Shameful?"

"When... of course"

"But, I want to see you do that."

I definitely don't want to, but I can't say anything to Jinyang's serious expression that doesn't match the content at all.Although I am always acted like a spoiled child by him, I can't refuse Zhen Yang's request.

Swallowing, he took off his half-dressed clothes to just below his knees.

Tremblingly, he stretched his hand towards the back hole, exposing it to Zhen Yang's eyes.Ashamed of what he had done, his face grew hot.

I stretched my finger to expand the back hole, and inserted my index finger from there.Shakingly, he tried to thrust slowly.The wet folds feel like they are wrapped around your fingers.

The thought of Zhenyang knowing this makes me unbearable.

"Um……"

But no matter how I move, I will only feel a foreign body sensation, and I don't know what to do.Tried to widen the defile, but I'm not sure if that's the way to go.This is the first time to use the back hole, and it is masturbation for others to see, I feel that I have no idea.

But when I turned back a little, I saw enthusiasm in Zhenyang's eyes.The level of shame suddenly rose, and his actions became stiff.

"Zhen Yang, what should I do?"

I really can't do it on my own, so I'm going to cry and ask Jin Yang.

"Hikari is really cute....If you like me, you can do this kind of thing."

My ears turned red when I heard Zhenyang's words.As if to say that I can't bear it, Zhenyang hugged me tightly.

"It's all Mayo's fault for showing that expression..."

"Sorry. Because I'm very happy"

Jinyang said and kissed my hair.Then the mood of greatness came over me.

And I was a little bit unwilling because of Zhenyang's generous move.

"Mayoung can be mean sometimes. I won't forget."

"OK"

I wanted to complain, but Zhenyang seemed very happy for some reason.

"Everything I did to Hikari, you must remember it firmly"

Zhenyang put his palm on my right hand and stroked it gently.Touch the gap between the mounds, then run my fingers along my fingers and inside.Feeling the pain of the slowly expanding hole in the back, I couldn't help but close my eyes tightly.

"Ah... it hurts"

"Do you know how I can touch where the light is?"

Although he tried to adapt, the defile was still closed, and Zhenyang's finger was inserted whole.In line with the one that was moving slowly, I also moved my fingers.

"……Ok"

Zhenyang rubbed the folded flesh carefully.Because it is two fingers, it is impossible to go deep, but once the shallow part is slowly expanded by the fingers, the ripple-like pleasure spreads all over the body.

Being rubbed repeatedly, the heart-wrenching heat accumulated deep in the body.Like a slow cooker, the heat that has nowhere to vent continues to rise.

"True Yang..."

"Um?"

Suppressing my shame and calling out to him, Zhen Yang stared happily at me from behind.

"What's wrong, Hikari. I won't understand unless you tell me."

...Obviously understand.

I hesitated and closed my eyes and said.

"Further, harder, ... rubbing"

After saying that with red ears, Zhenyang kissed me loudly on the face.I could feel him laughing.

"learn"

"Uh, uh"

Goo, forcefully pulled out my finger, my body trembled from the sudden strong stimulation.

Xiaoxiao turned her body back, and Zhenyang inserted her fingers into me again.It feels different from just now.The number of roots has increased.

The sense of fullness increased in one breath, and I swallowed.Under the repeated stimuli at the same time, the sense of disobedience gradually turned into a feeling of warmth.It's very different from just now.

So hot.

Want to be rubbed hard.

"what"

In the next moment, the scenery in front of me was turned upside down due to the intense pleasure.

Shinyang's fingers scratched at a certain point.The toes of both feet were tense, and they trembled independently of their own consciousness.

"Ah, ah..., ah, wait, wait"

Under the surging pleasure, the inside of his body twitched and he couldn't speak properly.An embarrassing sound leaked from the depths of his throat.

As if to match my reaction, the movements of the fingers intensified.I shook my head impatiently, but Zhenyang stubbornly stimulated it.

It's as if it's not your own body.

He obviously wanted to endure, but the sound of panting came out on his own.

"Ah, ah, always making...there...!"

"Never forget. This touch, all of this"

Accompanied by the whispers containing heat, the oppressive feeling in the body suddenly disappeared.

Inexplicably feeling dissatisfied, but the back hole immediately felt the heat, and felt at ease.Different from the presence of fingers.No need to confirm, that is Zhen Yang's desire.

This fact gave me dizzying pleasure.

"Relax Power"

With the soft words, the back hole was hit.

The heat of the true sun splits my insides.I unconsciously bit the back of my hand, desperately enduring the pain.

"Don't bite, just be patient"

Zhenyang took my hand away from his mouth, gently stroking the teeth marks on his skin.Zhenyang's breathing also became heavy.

"I like, I like you the most, Hikari, I love you"

"……Well"

For some reason, after hearing this sentence, a painful feeling emerged from the bottom of my stomach.

Feeling intensely dazzled, he bit his lip tightly.There was an illusion that the dream I had during my nap was about to reappear, and I rested my head on the carpet impatiently.

...Why, now I am reminded of that dream.

It was just a dream.

Fortunately, Zhenyang can't see my face now.dizzy.His complexion should be very bad.If he saw it, he might mistakenly think that I hate being hugged by him.

"Where's Hikari? Do you like me?"

When asked by Zhen Yang, I kept nodding my head like I was broken.Desperately suppressing the pain gushing out from the depths of his stomach, he shook his head slightly.

Zhenyang is, my one and only.

The only and important existence.

But why would I have that kind of dream?

——The person who repeatedly assaulted me in the dream was undoubtedly this younger brother.

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The proof I am in charge of this time is the primary school for a novel.The so-called primary proof is a proof that has just been completed by the author and editor and has never been proofread.

Facing the table in my work room, I focused on chasing words.

In addition to misplanting, reviewers also need to find out the factual relationship and contradictions in the content, and pick out typos in the book based on the Chinese character notation.Then use a pencil to mark out the problem points and ask the authors and editors.

Regarding the original manuscript, we basically have no decision-making power.The only thing that can be done is to humbly ask for advice on the problems that arise.

Traps are everywhere.When one is found, another will follow.If you settle down as soon as you find a mistake, you will often miss the later mistakes.

But this time the proofs have surprisingly few misplacements and contradictions.

——No, not less, but not at all.

But it's hard for me to judge, because I haven't read it all, maybe I missed it.But having said that, the degree of completion of this novel is too high.

According to the experience I have accumulated so far, even if there is a primary school stage, it is usually the same as the draft.However, in this proof, there is no trace of pencil correction.Questions emerged and deeply entered my mind.

The novel has just turned over half, so I should have read so much.But there was no misplanting at all. It was not just a shock, but a very uncomfortable feeling.

...In other words, I failed to do the correct proofreading method.

I look up from the proofs and run my fingers into the crease between my brows.

"It's not good..."

He muttered to himself mixed with a sigh.

Perhaps, I am a bit out of tune with the proofs this time.

Wanting some air, I stood up and opened the window leading to the balcony.The studio is right next to the living room and thus connected to the balcony.

The room was big enough for a small planter, but none of us had that kind of fun.While the floor with timber decking looks cool, it's generally lifeless.

This apartment is built on a quiet residential street with a certain height, and the view from the middle floor is pretty good.

I'm afraid of heights and I don't come to the balcony very often.But after seeing Zhenyang's back there, I couldn't help taking steps.

Did something happen.Shinyo leaned his hand on the handrail and stared blankly down at the street.

"True Yang?"

After calling him, he glanced across the steel handrail.

The infinite stretch of scenery makes my feet go weak.I moved away from the handrail as much as I could, and leaned against the wall towards Zhenyang.

"looking at what?"

"nothing"

After accosting him, Shinyo looked at the street and responded.

I followed Zhenyang's line of sight and looked down tremblingly again.There is only a slightly larger square in front of the apartment, and no special events are held.

Even though it was daytime, there were not many passers-by, so I always felt a little deserted.

"I'm not looking at something..."

Zhenyang showed an ambiguous smile and turned his head this way.

"It's Hikari, what's wrong with you? It's quite high up here."

Zhenyang said worriedly.

Of course my family knows that I have a fear of heights.

"As long as you don't look down, you'll be fine"

"Don't force yourself"

"It doesn't matter to this extent. Also, I want to change my mood."

Emphasizing this point, Zhen Yang paused and stared at my face.

"Changing your mood? It's rare for Hikari to walk out of the room from work. I was taken aback."

"A bottleneck has been encountered"

"So it's not going well?"

"Hmm... I still understand the reason."

Yes, I know why it's not going well.

I put too much emotion into the novel I was responsible for.

In a word, that novel is a family novel.

The protagonist of the novel is a ten-year-old boy.The teenager is a child who is extremely shy and often hides in the shadows.There are very few characters on the scene, just three people, the shy boy, the mother, and the younger brother who just entered kindergarten.

Unlike the honest boy, my younger brother was very lively and loved to laugh when he was a child. Just standing there would illuminate the surroundings. He is a child loved by everyone.

...It is simply a replica of Zhenyang and I.

The age difference is exactly the same, which makes me feel this way even more.

Speaking of which, the house where the boy lives is very similar to the apartment where I live.The layout that can be confirmed from the novel is that it is the corner room of 3LDK just like ours.

Although I also know that this layout is very common, there is no need to care too much.

"The characters in the novel I'm in charge of now seem to be very similar to us....So I put too much emotion into it."

"Like? Us?"

Well, I nodded slightly.

"However, why can't you empathize?"

"If you read novels with emotions, you won't be able to maintain the necessary distance. Then you won't be able to read the text carefully."

With such an answer, Zhenyang nodded with a half-understanding expression.

Indeed, the reading method of this job is a little unique, and it is inevitable that others will not understand it.

This is like picking sand in a bunker one by one to find foreign objects.Even if the sand is scooped up with a huge shovel, foreign objects mixed in cannot be found.

My job, of course, is to find mistakes.

Not a single grain of sand should be missed.

"So, what kind of story is it?"

Zhenyang asked with interest.Because I seldom talk about work, he will care about it.

Originally, the content of the work in charge cannot be told to other people. ...Although I know this, I really want to tell others to listen now.

Decided to talk only a little bit, so I continued.

"The novel tells the story of two young brothers and a mother... There is a dark brother and a bright brother. Those brothers always feel very similar to us."

"... Light is not dark. It's just too serious."

Jin Yang always overestimated me.Although I thought so with a wry smile, I was also purely happy for Zhenyang's words.

"Of course, it's not exactly the same. First of all, the brothers in the novel are real brothers, and the two of them don't have a father."

Yes, of course, the content of the novel cannot be completely consistent with our real life.

And, there is one big difference.

"Then, brother's mother loves only my brother."

"You only love your brother?"

"Well, I don't look at my brother at all."

Hearing what I said, Zhenyang frowned.

"...It's not very clear, but it's an ordinary and gloomy story. Will anyone really read that kind of book?"

It's really a Jinyang-style impression, and I can't help laughing.

Although Zhenyang reads books, he only reads weekly magazines and magazines for shonen manga.For movies and TV series, I only watch those with brisk rhythm and bright stories.I've never picked a book like this before.

I couldn't help but murmured.

"Sure enough"

"Eh? What?"

"No, nothing"

Dark brother, bright brother.

Sure enough, the brothers in the novel are very similar to us.

For Zhenyang who lives in the sun, the mood of the protagonist and the distorted feelings of the mother are all incomprehensible.

...the mother of the novel, obviously abnormal.

The mother's love for the younger brother can be said to be persistent.The mother gave everything to the younger brother, but turned a blind eye to the protagonist.He treats the protagonist as if he doesn't exist, and only loves his younger brother.

Needless to say, what the four-year-old son eats, even what he holds in his hand and what he sees in his eyes, the mother will monitor everything.As a woman, she doesn't pay attention to her appearance, but instead buys toys and clothes for her younger brother.The room was filled with descriptions of my younger brother's things, which made people quite concerned.

As long as my younger brother had a fever, my mother would cry and hug that small body, staying around day and night.He didn't eat any food and became thinner and thinner.

A four-year-old child is the meaning of her existence.

Moreover, as long as there is any abnormality in the younger brother's body, the protagonist's life will be cornered.

The host usually only gets the minimum food, such as bread and cereals, and will be deprived of even the right to eat food at this time.The younger brother was obviously in such pain——the mother, crying on top of the younger brother, yelled at the boy's back.

Of course, his mother will not take care of his daily life.

If you don't take a shower or wash your clothes, you will smell bad, and you will be shunned by others.And the teenager realized this when the novel entered the middle stage.

Good thing he's ten, I thought from the bottom of my heart.