Liuhua Jing, the bespectacled girl, once adored teasing her younger brother Mirror October by deliberately flaunting her naturally impressive figure. But as they grew up, Mirror October became increasingly mature and composed—completely losing that flustered, blushing boy from childhood. To Liuhua Jing, her teasing now felt utterly unrewarding…

After quickly settling into the apartment and slipping into casual loungewear, she swiftly found an excuse to cling to Mirror October’s side. And cling she did: while he diligently organized his notes, his older sister kept rolling around him like a restless kitten.

Work hadn’t started yet, so Liuhua Jing was thoroughly enjoying her leisure. Leisure enough to pester Mirror October. Of course, once urgent project tasks dropped, she’d be swamped beyond belief. So why waste this golden hour? As a sister with a devoted brother complex, how could she not spend it doing what she loved with her younger brother?

Her gaze locked onto the delicate collarbone peeking from beneath Mirror October’s shirt. Liuhua Jing subtly swallowed. *This* was his most alluring feature—confirmed through years of “research” by a seasoned brother-lover. His porcelain-pale skin framed that collarbone with silent temptation. Just imagining it sparked an urge to pounce.

“Rolling around like that—are you a cat?” Mirror October shot his sister—who’d rolled beside him yet again—a look of exasperated pity. Her motion mirrored the tsundere cat he once kept. Basically begging to be petted.

Though undisturbed, the constant nudging stirred faint irritation in him. He even pondered: *Is she lacking paternal affection? Does she need her “dad” to shower her with love?*

“What’s wrong? Want to… suck on your big sister~?”

Petting cats was addictive—almost like a drug. Yet Liuhua Jing always twisted innocent words into something lewd. Mirror October pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing the urge to correct her, and refocused on his notes.

*A bad pen beats a good memory.* He’d always kept this habit. Though the script wasn’t human language—it was unique runes of the Dire Calamity. Why he possessed this ability? Another story for another time.

“Wow, turning away so coldly again? Am I even your sister? Keep acting spoiled, and big sister will take something from you as compensation~”

She suddenly clamped onto his calf. Today, Liuhua Jing was dead set on denying him peace. This was Mirror October’s older sister—a slightly neurotic, flirtatious bespectacled girl when alone with him.

“If you keep acting up, you’ll get tickled.”

A dangerously meaningful glint flickered deep in his crimson eyes as his slender fingers teasingly traced his pale lips. *Tickled* wasn’t literal—it meant torture: tickling. Liuhua Jing’s greatest weakness. One touch on her sensitive spots, and she’d collapse into helpless laughter.

The moment he spoke, Liuhua Jing—who’d planned to keep teasing—went instantly docile. Dejected, she stilled her antics, flopped face-down on the sheets, and pouted up at him. *If we hadn’t grown up together… is he gay?!* Her—a sophisticated, bespectacled beauty—striking seductive poses, and *zero* reaction?!

*Are you even a man?!*

Her pink loungewear clung tightly to her voluptuous frame. Soft curves strained against the fabric, cleavage deepening as she lay prone—visibly too ample for one hand to hold. Perhaps overwhelmed by her silent frustration, Mirror October glanced at her low-cut top. Faint lace trim of a pure black, unlined bra peeked through—a feature she’d always prided herself on.

Seeing his gaze sweep downward, Liuhua Jing perked up instantly! She tugged her neckline deliberately, revealing a generous swell of pale skin. But Mirror October’s expression held no lust—only a strange glint: part mockery, part resignation.

“You’re at least a D-cup.”

“I measured—it’s an E. Want to… verify with your hands, little brother~?”

Heat flooded her cheeks. *She* was seducing *him*, yet she always felt inexplicably guilty under his gaze.

“Doesn’t such a large chest throw off your balance?” Honestly, he was curious. Busty girls felt as illogical to him as the Dire Calamity itself.

“…” *So after all that staring… that’s your question?*

Her confidence shattered. *Maybe impotence would be kinder.* He was utterly unlike other men—slender, beautiful, almost girlish… Wait. A chilling thought struck her.

“October… didn’t you… cross-dress before?”

His fingers trembled almost imperceptibly before he met her gaze, calm as ever.

“Work required it. Just once. Why ask, sis?”

“No reason. Just… when you cross-dressed, did you look in the mirror?”

Liuhua Jing clenched her fists. *Please don’t be like Narcissus…* To prevent her rival from being Mirror October himself, she *had* to make him appreciate real women!

*No matter how pretty a man is—he’s still an aberration!!*

“I did. It was nothing special. If you’re dreaming of forcing me to cross-dress again… wake up. Daydreaming isn’t healthy.”

Unable to follow her wild train of thought, Mirror October pinched his brow and surrendered.

There was no helping it. Before his sister, he couldn’t channel the icy aura of the infamous criminal Saw, nor manipulate like a psychological master.

Because Mirror October… in this woman’s eyes… would always be the little brother who needed her love.