"Xiao Ling, let me explain!"

"Explain how much fun you were having? Do you know how worried Miko and I were about you?" Her voice suddenly choked up.

"You didn’t even tell us you were leaving. At least call if you won’t be back for lunch!"

"I really didn’t mean to…" I said softly.

"Your health isn’t what it used to be, yet you’ve gotten so pretty. I worry someone might kidnap you if you go out alone!"

"Uh, there aren’t that many bad people… probably. And I’ll call next time if I’m late."

"Heh heh, no next time, brother!"

Xiao Ling pulled out a rope with bells and tied it around my waist. Whoa! She’s restricting my freedom! I can’t let this happen!

"Xiao Ling, this is too much! I’m still your brother. You can’t tie me up. It’s just a pair of panties! I didn’t actually do anything…"

"You know you’re my brother! Sneaking out to party behind my back, coming home in another woman’s panties. ‘Just a pair’? Since you like them so much, heh heh."

That’s not how it works! Do you really tell your sister when you go partying? Wait—what are you doing?! My sister, now with a dark glint in her eyes, lifted my skirt, pulled off Xier’s panties, and replaced them with a new pair from her closet. Oh, so she only cared about that? If I take them off, it’s fine? She’s just talking tough, right? After all, she changed them for me. I looked at her with affectionate eyes.

Xiao Ling smiled back, then yanked Xier’s panties over my head!

"Since you love them, wear them all day. Don’t take them off, or I’ll never talk to you again!"

"So you do want my explanation! None of that was true. Let me tell you what really happened!"

"I’m not listening!"

"I really was kidnapped!"

"Kidnapped by that bad woman? I’m not listening! Hmph!"

Xiao Ling dragged me to the dining table by the rope. Miko nearly spat out her food laughing.

"Xiao Ling, stop bullying Hua Shu. He’s back—that’s what matters. But making him wear that… pfft… hahaha, too much!"

Miko, you’re right—but laugh less!

Xiao Ling agreed to punish me only today. Miko didn’t mind; it was Sunday, no one would see. But… I have a live stream this afternoon! In front of hundreds like this? My viewership will explode… but not the kind I want! I need to negotiate.

"Dear Xiao Ling~"

"Hmph~ Drop the ‘Xiao Ling’!"

"Dear… uh, this feels weird. Anyway, you know I stream this afternoon, right?"

"Of course!"

"I’ll get banned on stream wearing panties…"

"Oh? Skip streaming then!"

"If I don’t stream, what do we eat?"

"True… but promise me one thing!"

"What?"

"Tomorrow at school, don’t call me ‘sister’!"

"Uh… okay. You’re right—my state troubles you. Don’t worry, I won’t bother your school life."

"What are you saying, stupid brother! If you ignore me at school, why did I invite you to my class?"

"But you said not to call you sister… oh! Call you Xiao Ling? No problem, I’m used to it."

"Call me ‘big sister’!"

"Eh?!!!!!!"

…

"Ladies and gentlemen, today’s viewership is huge—I’ll play ranked King matches on my main account! Excited?"

The chat flooded with requests for ‘Sexy Head’ gifts. Good thing I bought some this morning.

"First, thanks to viewer ‘Request Mod Ban’ for the Sexy Head~"

(We also want the mod to ban us!)

(Mod, your toilet exploded!!!!)

(Mod, ban me special!)

Ignore them. The mod’s reasonable. When I turned on the camera, chat went silent. Whoa! Did my mod snap?!

A flood of messages suddenly appeared—just chat lag. Seeing "streamer is so pretty," I smiled. Pretty or not, girls don’t like me. Seriously.

"Today, to prove I’m really me—uh, awkward—I’ll play King matches. I might not carry, but it’s more exciting than crushing Diamond enemies. Here, I get crushed too; everyone in King tier is strong."

(Show your thighs! Let us see!)

(Guys asking for thighs, leave! Streamer’s famous for skills, veterans know.)

(If you don’t like it, come through the net and fight me!)

…

Don’t take chat seriously—you lose if you do. People come for fun, no morals. I’m used to insults, let alone thigh requests. Tch, I only show mine to my sister!

"So, why did I reach King tier?"

(Who is King?)

(Who is King? +2)

(Who is King? +10086)

(Request streamer to teach techniques!)

Finally, a normal person!

"Ahem, I reached King tier because before every attack, I plan two escape routes. Even if unused, I prepare. High-tier players defeat you from unexpected angles. Escape routes and vision are crucial…"

I ignored the viewers at first. But after ten minutes, the rope around my waist became a meme. I gave in.

(Hua Shu has the rope to land Q more accurately! Right, streamer!)

(Streamer, cosplaying Amumu? No wonder you’re Mumu.)

(Streamer, your cosplay is cheap—bros, donate!)

Third brother, you get me! Perfect rhythm! Gifts flooded in, warming my heart. But I can’t lie to them!

"Actually, I’m not cosplaying Amumu. No fetishes. This rope… this rope…" Come up with an excuse, Hua Shu!

"Annoying! I tied it on my sister! You stole her, so I must tie her up—rich guys might kidnap her!"

Xiao Ling, you’re talking on my stream again! Ah! My old condition flares up!

"My sister’s crazy—ignore her!"

Smack!

Xiao Ling yanked me off the chair. She sat down, waved at the camera. "Formal intro: I’m her sister. I’m lending you Hua Shu this afternoon. I take her back tonight. Be grateful!"

(Tsundere sister!) x32

(Ahhh, both so cute—who to choose?)

(You choose go die! Loser!)

(Streamer, your tower’s blowing—hahaha, lose rank!)

"Xiao Ling!!!!!!!!" My tower! Losing one in ten minutes—my teammates will flame me! I rushed back, sitting on Xiao Ling’s lap. She brought this on herself! Not scolding her is generous. But viewers keep rising…

"Eheh~" Xiao Ling acted cute behind me, seeming happy.

Phew, that tower’s saved. Game rhythm’s still ours. I can catch up on minions. Close call. But… I forgot something. What was it?