"Ling! What are you doing? I’m your brother!" I frantically lifted Xiao Ling’s face off my chest. Her cheeks were flushed crimson. I ruffled her hair, hoping to snap her out of it.

Xiao Ling didn’t react. Instead, she clung tighter, as if terrified I’d push her away. Sweat glistened on both our foreheads.

I’d nearly resigned myself to losing all dignity today—until I remembered: Xiao Ling had zero experience in this department. Her knowledge probably stopped at "boy and girl on bed, lights off," learned from anime we’d watched together...

First, I silently thanked the censors’ mercy for sparing my sister further. Second, I thanked whoever invented thermal leggings. Even in her frenzy, nothing tragic—or delightfully scandalous—had happened.

"Uh, sis," I mimicked anime heroines the morning after, "since I’m yours now... could you let go? I can’t breathe." She should be flustered and clueless by now.

"Liar!"

Huh? Not the reaction I expected.

"I still feel... so pent-up! Brother, you have to take responsibility!" Xiao Ling pouted. Adorable—if her words weren’t so terrifying. *Pent-up?* Heh. Not a problem at all~

"Then I’ll make you fly! But after this... no sudden attacks like this again!" For her dignity’s sake, I used Xiao Shan’s jade-like hands (a gift from her) to peel down Xiao Ling’s white thermal leggings. My eye twitched at the sight of yesterday’s boxers underneath. I yanked them down, hands rustling as I worked...

"Ahhh~"

Xiao Ling sighed in bliss. Xiao Shan’s icy touch must’ve felt novel. But a true healer treats the root cause. With professional resolve, I lifted my sister to euphoric heights!

"Huff... huff... Onii-chan, you’re amazing." Xiao Ling’s eyes cleared. She beamed up at me, all innocence. I couldn’t smile back. My heart sank. *What did we just do?* My sister had pinned me using Miko’s weakness, groped Yating’s chest... and I’d used Xiao Shan’s hands to fulfill my childhood dream? Who exactly violated whom here?

Heh. Such a hard math problem... This high schooler can’t solve it.

As my thoughts drifted to class, Xiao Ling crawled onto me again. She cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. I tried to dodge—but my arms felt powerless against her. Relief washed over me when her flushed cheeks faded to normal.

"Last night’s wish really worked... This brother of mine? Tch. So cute. I wanna pin him down. Hehehe~"

Muttering to herself, Xiao Ling sat up. No time to listen—I bolted upright the moment she spaced out. *Whoosh!* I scrambled off the bed barefoot, tumbling into my room and slamming the door shut.

"Phew... Crisis averted. But how do I face a sister who can grab whatever *I* want to grab? She did *that* to her dear brother! Thank goodness I’m quick-witted..."

I weighed options: scold her like a proper older brother and spank her? Or give a heartfelt lecture on mental health? The door swung open. My heart lurched!

*Ahem.* Scratch option one. I couldn’t muster that authority now. And spanking? Might trigger something... indescribable.

Xiao Ling knelt before me. She slipped my slippers onto my feet, pressed two tissues into my hand, ruffled my hair with a mischievous grin, and closed the door behind her.

How pathetic I looked—staring blankly, unable to say a word. *Tissues?* As if this manly man would cry over something so trivial! *Sis, you underestimate your onii-chan...* I almost tossed the tissues—then felt the stickiness on my palms. Recalling the earlier "treatment," my face burned crimson. *Ah... such a thoughtful sister. Heh heh heh...*

...

Calm now, I sighed. Life goes on, even with a sister like this. If she ever did something... regrettable to herself, I’d still care for her. She’s my only sister, after all.

I booted up my beloved PC. Time to grind for survival. As usual, I opened the streaming app, launched my channel, and greeted my viewers: "Ahem! Kept you waiting, dear viewers! It’s your favorite 15-year-old Yasuo master. Watch me dominate Diamond tier with thunder and lightning—uh..." My voice cracked. A veteran streamer shouldn’t falter—but the chat made it clear: *I wasn’t myself today. You aren’t either.*

*(Host changed?)*

*(Mumu, did you castrate yourself?)*

*(Is it his girlfriend? Show her! Burn her!)*

*(Guys, he’s using a voice changer!)*

*(Type ‘Nao’ and I’ll call you Dad.)*

My voice was unrecognizable. *Voice changer?* Good save—thanks, "腐女爱大叔."

I clicked my mic back on. "Oops! Forgot my voice changer today. Guess I can’t pretend to be a boy anymore~ I’m actually a cute girl, okay? New viewers, hit that blue subscribe button top-right!" *All for that dress she wanted... My dignity is weeping.*

*(Wait, Mumu’s a girl? That voice? Nah, I don’t buy it!)*

Heh. You called me "Bro" seconds ago. Don’t be so familiar if you don’t believe me!

*(One game to prove it! Spam it up~~~)*

*(Unsubscribe if you won’t!)* x20

Child’s play. Watch me slaughter. I queued up League of Legends, locked Yasuo, and began my reign of terror—where teammates called 911 and enemies begged for mercy.

"My Yasuo commands thunder~ See? I’ve broken the enemy team. Shame on you! I’ll strip you bare~ Oh! Thanks to ‘xxxWantsToFly’ for the Firecrackers~" Streaming mode turned me chatty—a different person from my quiet school self. Maybe it was the viewers’ energy that hooked me. Knowing I wasn’t alone... Family? My sister’s enough, right?

"Hah~ Enjoy that match? Next game: Teemo? Fine! Since you’re spamming it, I’ll show you what a *real* master looks like!"

Mid-game, I glanced at chat. Big mistake.

*(Host’s #1 on homepage! Turn on your webcam!)*

*(Seriously, you’re Mumu with a voice changer.)*

*(Liar!)*

*(Brothers, unsubscribe now~~~)*

*Whoa.* I tolerated the first three—but last guy! Are you a rival streamer sabotaging me?! Hey, others—don’t follow this troll! We’re not kids chasing trends! What do you want, a webcam? A bicycle?!

"Ahem... Too poor for a webcam~" I pinched my thigh, forcing out a cutesy tone for survival’s sake.

*(Poor? Rich boys, spam gifts~)*

*Bro.* That rhythm carry deserves 99 likes. The last one? I’ll withhold it so you don’t get cocky.

Firecrackers and Toy Trains flooded the screen. One game’s earnings matched my last five days! *What a world—where voices sell.*

*(We’ve gifted enough for dozens of webcams. When will you turn it on? Give us a date.)*

"Well... maybe next time I’m free..." Sweat beaded on my forehead.

*(Brothers, unsubscribe again~~~~ Host’s dodging the question!)*

*Hey!* How’d you know I’d dodge?! Are you hiding next door?! I whipped around—

*Gurgle.* My face was smothered in softness. *Who?! Could it be—?! HELP!*

"My sister says she’ll buy it tomorrow. You idiots."

Phew. Just Xiao Ling. I shot her a glare and turned back to chat. The screen drowned in chaotic letters. Good thing I don’t have trypophobia.

*(yoyoyoyoyo~~~~~~)* x countless

*(And a sister~~yo~~~)*

*(Webcam! Webcam!)*

*(No idea but impressed!)*

Xiao Ling never interrupted streams before. She’d watch quietly, maybe bring water—always shy. But after last night? Her sudden chattiness startled me.

I have one flaw: gaming makes me vicious. *Anyone* who disturbs me at my PC gets shredded—even if I apologize later with dinner. I’ve yelled at Miko too.

Fuming, I snapped at her: "Annoying much?! Spit it out and leave! Don’t tempt me!" Only because she’s my sister did I hold back curses. A classmate would’ve been told to *get lost*.

Xiao Ling knew my temper. Unfazed, she smiled, glanced at my mic, and teased:

"Darling~ Yating and the others are here. Join us for dinner after work~" She stuck out her tongue and vanished.

I sat frozen. *When did she assign me all these roles?* The chat-covered screen mocked me: *Dear viewers, are you trying to launch me into orbit?*

*(yo~ Tsundere sister, sweet little sis!)*

*(Yaaay~~~ Yuri supremacy!)*

*(Host’s popularity just exploded!)*

*(1000 Toy Trains for the host’s doujinshi!)*

*(Mods, ban this brat! Little brat mod~)*

"......"

As I teetered between exasperation and glee—unable to close my legs from laughing—a pair of eyes peered through the dark door crack...

"Looks delicious... Hua Shu-chan..."