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I Seduced My Stepbrother
I seduced my stepbrother.
In bed, he humiliated me endlessly, yet his grip on my thighs only tightened.
After every encounter, Ethan never failed to add: "You're just a toy I use to blow off steam. Know your place."
I nodded in agreement.
Later, when I aced the SAT, I secretly applied to a university thousands of miles from home.
Ethan called to interrogate me.
My tone was sincere: "The exam stress was too much. Better to release the pressure than suppress it—you understand that logic, right?"
Ethan roared: "Joy! You fucking used me like a vibrator!?"
01
"You're just as cheap as your mother."
"One seduced my father, the other played hard to get with me."
Ethan's abs tensed with exertion, each muscle defined like carved stone.
Here we go again.
I adjusted my breathing and rolled my eyes in silence.
The same few lines every time we fucked.
He wasn't sick of saying them, but I was sick of hearing them.
I muttered absent "uh-huhs," completely unfazed by the insults.
Though they weren't really insults.
After all, every word he said was true.
I bit my lower lip and clenched deliberately. His breath hitched above me.
"Fuck! Say something if you don't like it! Why do you always play dead?"
I had no intention of making noise. At most, I let out a few muffled moans when things got intense.
Ethan had been dissatisfied with this for a while.
"Can you not look like a corpse?"
I said nothing, just silently changed positions.
His breathing grew more ragged. "Don't fucking turn your back to me!"
I cursed him out in my head while keeping my expression neutral.
When it was over, Ethan got dressed and said: "You're just a toy I use to blow off steam. Know your place."
My whole body felt thoroughly satisfied.
Brain fuzzy, I mumbled: "Yeah, I know."
His response was slamming the door violently on his way out.
02
Ethan was my stepbrother.
Last year, my mother met Ethan's father, Richard Chen.
While I was busy preparing to retake the SAT, she was plotting how to marry into wealth.
After a year of effort from both of us:
I fell 100 points short of my dream school. She successfully became a rich man's wife.
So I started my Gap Year—retaking the SAT.
She began her "secure status through pregnancy" plan—trying to conceive.
We both had bright futures ahead.
Yeah, right.
Truth was, she didn't give a damn about me.
Because I was the consequence of her experimenting with sex at eighteen.
03
I'd learned to read the room from an early age.
After moving into the Chen family's mansion, I discovered that power in this household centered around my 18-year-old stepbrother.
Even Richard, the supposed head of the family, had to carefully watch Ethan's moods.
I found out later that Richard had married into his late wife's family. No wonder he'd waited ten years after her death to remarry.
What goes around comes around.
I'd sworn never to follow in my mother's footsteps, yet our life trajectories were eerily identical.
Just as Ethan said.
I played the innocent, the vulnerable, playing hard to get with him.
Old tricks or new—it didn't matter as long as they worked.
Ethan, a virgin who'd just gotten his first taste, was predictably hooked.
And I gradually reaped many benefits.
Like discovering that sex was actually incredibly relaxing.
Like being able to sleep soundly after exhausting myself, no more painful insomnia.
And like getting access to private SAT tutoring that cost over a thousand dollars an hour.
Of course, the tutor wasn't hired specifically for me.
Ethan was also preparing for college applications—I was just along for the ride.
But I was still satisfied.
Ethan looked at me with contempt, his tone mocking: "Is it really worth it? Acting like you're dying over some college exam."
It was worth it.
Absolutely worth it.
With no money and no father, the only way I could carve out a future for myself was acing the SAT and getting scholarships.
Of course I couldn't treat money like trash the way Young Master Ethan did.
But I couldn't say that.
I smiled sweetly and, right under the tutor's nose, snuggled into Ethan's arms, whining: "I just want to be good enough for you."
Disgust immediately flashed in Ethan's eyes.
But with the tutor present, he couldn't say anything harsh or even push me away.
He just shot me a look and went back to his phone.
I left Ethan's lap and turned to the tutor with expectant eyes, burning with an intense hunger for knowledge.
No teacher dislikes a motivated student.
The tutor who'd previously treated me like air started treating me like a person.
Only after the tutor left did Ethan show his true colors, revealing his rotten core.
He crossed his arms, looking down at me, the corner of his mouth curved in a mocking sneer.
His eyes full of amusement.
"Joy, did you forget something? What we're doing is incest."
I sat rigidly, my brain sluggish from overusing brain cells.
I blurted out: "We're not blood-related. Besides, you never wear protection anyway."
Ethan's smile froze.
He stared at me for a long moment before spitting out: "Joy, you're such a slut."
Whether I was a slut or not, I had no idea.
But Ethan certainly ate it up.
The Chen family had strict rules, which had cultivated his "golden boy exterior, rotten interior" essence.
The more taboo something was, the more it attracted Ethan's attention.
His bedroom dirty talk was just his brain at war with itself.
On one hand, kneeling before desire. On the other, perching himself on a moral high ground.
In plain English—wanting it both ways. Hypocritical.
Pathetic.
04
People climb up, water flows down.
I wasn't the only one with designs on Ethan.
After all, Ethan was dazzling.
Family background, looks, power.
A true golden boy.
In a high school full of average kids, he stood out even more.
"Ethan, I... I like you!"
Just as I finished asking about my practice test scores and left the office, I saw the school beauty standing with Ethan at the stairwell.
Lucky me—I arrived just in time to hear the bright, beautiful girl's confession.
Sunset glow, Kayla Chi's cheeks flushed like the sky, stammering out her feelings.
Pure love conquers all, anyone would say.
Before the smile could leave my face, Ethan lifted his eyelids and looked at me.
I immediately dropped the smile and rushed between them.
Playing the protective big sister, I positioned myself in front of Ethan.
"Can I help you?"
Kayla froze, her fingers nervously gripping an envelope.
"Ethan, this is a letter I wrote for you. Please read it."
I waved dismissively with a smile. "Ethan never accepts love letters."
As far as I knew, since starting high school, Ethan had received plenty of advances from girls.
But he'd rejected every single one.
After I got involved with Ethan, I made damn sure no other females got close.
Ethan received at least a hundred love letters a month.
He'd just shake his head gently and politely decline.
Graceful, polite.
The perfect gentleman persona, executed flawlessly.
I expected Ethan to turn her down as usual.
Instead, his voice carried a smile: "Yeah, I'll read it carefully."
I whirled around in surprise, meeting Ethan's mocking gaze.
Kayla's eyes lit up with hope, sparkling beautifully.
In that moment, every beautiful word in existence seemed insufficient to describe her.
I stared for a few seconds.
Immediately felt threatened.
Ethan didn't look away until she disappeared around the corner.
I pressed my lips together. "Is Kayla really that pretty?"
Ethan slowly turned to look at me.
First scanning me up and down, then letting his gaze linger on my waist and chest.
Without saying a word.
Yet it felt like he'd stripped me bare, inside and out. Naked.
He made a short sound.
Stated matter-of-factly: "She's the most popular girl in school. Of course she's pretty."
Ethan held the pink envelope to his nose and inhaled lightly.
Then waved it in front of my face.
Cool and crisp with a hint of warmth, the base notes an addictive woody amber.
Ethan smiled. "Dior Sauvage. More sophisticated than your cheap perfume, don't you think?"
05
That night, I gathered my courage and snuck into Ethan's room.
He'd just gotten out of the shower, math competition problems still spread across his desk.
The moment he saw me, his brow furrowed.
"Joy, I told you. Not in the house."
Deep down, Ethan still despised this taboo relationship.
So we never crossed any lines inside the house beyond normal stepsiblings.
Only when he had needs would we get a hotel room.
Back at the Chen house, we remained reasonably cordial stepsiblings.
But Kayla had rattled me too much today.
I slowly untied my bathrobe, revealing a suggestive sailor-style lingerie set underneath.
In the silent air, I heard only Ethan's breath catch.
He didn't tell me to leave again.
I knew it—I'd opened his eyes to something new.
The privileged young master had never seen an outfit made of just a few scraps of fabric.
I slowly walked to his desk, sat on his test papers, and stared at him blankly.
I spoke my first words of the evening: "Nothing underneath."
Ethan really went hard tonight.
But I was perfectly fine with it.
After all, the guidance counselor had told me today that my practice test scores were excellent—I had a real shot at a top university.
The weight that had been crushing me finally lifted.
I desperately needed to release this pent-up pressure, needed an outlet.
At the height of passion, I couldn't hold back a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Ethan froze abruptly.
Sweat slid down his temple, wild and sexy.
He smiled.
"What's gotten into you today? Jealous because you're feeling threatened?"
I shook my head, denying it. "You're leaving for the competition the day after tomorrow. I'll miss you."
Ethan's expression instantly turned cold.
He leaned down and bit my earlobe hard. It hurt like hell.
Almost spitting out each word: "Don't. Make. Me. Sick."
Yet his movements didn't slow—they intensified.
New purple bruises appeared on my waist from his grip.
06
I was good at handling external hostility.
So Ethan's meaningless insults truly didn't affect me.
Poor Ethan couldn't even insult people effectively.
He went to another state for the Math Olympiad, along with Kayla.
After all, they needed these competitions for their overseas university applications.
I didn't need to worry about that—I just had to stay on my one clear path forward.
During that week, I continued my monotonous routine of grinding through practice problems.
Until one sunny afternoon, I found a tube of ointment in my desk.
A faint woody amber scent drifted into my nostrils.
I wouldn't have noticed unless I deliberately held the bottle close to my nose.
—It was Dior Sauvage.
Yeah, it really did smell good.
After Ethan and Kayla returned from the competition, rumors about them suddenly spread through school.
The usual relationship gossip.
They acted like a couple in the early stages of dating—going out, watching movies, eating together.
Everything except studying, as if the SAT meant nothing in their world.
I simply pretended not to know.
Stopped interfering with Ethan.
Stopped trying to assert my presence around him.
We still maintained our twice-a-week frequency.
The only difference was that Ethan stared at his phone in a daze more and more often.
I watched clearly as Ethan fell for a girl who was better than me in looks, family background, and character.
The first semester ended quickly, and we got a precious 15-day winter break.
During Christmas, I kept my head down grinding through problems, reviewing, taking practice tests.
Even Richard, who usually treated me like air, couldn't help but praise me: "Joy's really something. She'll definitely have a bright future."
I knew he was just being polite, knew he didn't actually care about my future.
That was fine.
Nothing truly belongs to me.
But everything can be used by me.
Perhaps God was reminding me to balance work and rest—I successfully fell ill on Christmas Eve.
I lay in my bed, feverish and delirious.
Yet I heard everything around me with crystal clarity.
Fireworks. New Year's countdown. Laughter downstairs.
And my mother's excited announcement: "I'm pregnant, honey! We're having a baby!"
Wow.
How wonderful.
But it was too noisy. I couldn't study like this.
That's when Ethan came in.
He impatiently shoved medicine in my mouth, forcing me to swallow the bitter pill.
But I clearly remembered there was non-bitter medicine in the house that would work just as well.
The only possibility was...
—Ethan did it on purpose.
He looked down at my misery with satisfaction.
After a long while, Ethan slowly spoke: "Joy, come abroad with me."
I stared at his seemingly serious eyes and suddenly laughed.
"But I haven't prepared anything. I wouldn't get into a good school, would I?"
Hearing my response, Ethan's brow suddenly relaxed.
His tone improved: "It's fine. Some universities will accept you if you pay."
I smiled and lay back against his lap, ignoring his slightly stiff body.
"Thanks, Ethan."
Thanks for scouting out diploma mills for me.
07
Although winter break was only about two weeks, Ethan's break was longer.
He'd already received his acceptance letter from Oxford.
So he just stayed home and relaxed.
During this time, I caught him going out on dates several times.
Ethan suddenly stiffened, unconsciously touching his nose.
"I've got something to take care of."
I smiled without speaking, saying sincerely: "Stay safe."
After winter break ended, I applied to rent an apartment off-campus, claiming I needed to focus entirely on the SAT.
My mother couldn't wait to get me out of the house. Richard had no reason to object.
Only Ethan was unhappy.
He frowned at me. "Didn't I already say you'd come abroad with me? Why are you still bothering with this?"
I shrugged, habitually soothing him.
"Just want to make up for bombing the test last time."
Actually, I knew what he really wanted to ask about was our twice-weekly arrangement.
But I didn't bring it up, also ignoring the lingering perfume smell on him.
Still just as pleasant as ever.
Ethan remained displeased.
I was afraid he'd go to Richard and make some executive decision.
So I proactively hugged his waist: "It's not like I'm never coming back. I just can't come home every day. What, are you going to miss me?"
I expected another round of "disgusting" or "get lost."
Instead, he was unusually silent.
Fortunately, he didn't interfere, and I successfully moved all my things to the off-campus apartment.
Actually, I'd lied to Ethan.
I had no intention of coming back on weekends—I planned to stay away for the entire six months before the exam.
During