After I Forced Myself on My Stepbrother with Amnesia For three years, I savored the taste and slept with him again and again. To keep him from ever remembering, I secretly spiked his water every night. Until the day my hand slipped and I dumped in half a packet. Suddenly, text started scrolling in front of my eyes: 【WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU BIG DUMMY! ISN'T FIVE ROUNDS A NIGHT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!】 【THE LAST TWO NIGHTS NEARLY SENT YOUR BROTHER TO THE AFTERLIFE!】 【I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW UTTERLY WRECKED THIS GREEDY GIRL GETS TONIGHT LMAO!】 I stared at the powder in my hand, my mind reeling. Didn't I buy Serenity Dust? The stuff that’s supposed to turn a man into a puppy? 1 The floating text left my head spinning. Just then, my stepbrother, Ethan, appeared. He picked up the glass of water beside me and drained it in one gulp. Before I could stop him, all that was left was an empty glass. He frowned, his voice a little raspy. "Tonight's honey water..." Oh, god. Why is the powder clumping like that? My heart leaped into my throat. Three years ago, Ethan hit his head in an accident. My parents and I concocted a story about a world-renowned brain specialist we knew overseas. The night we got him there, I made my move. I forced myself on him. I told him we’d been secretly carrying on a twisted, forbidden affair right under our parents’ noses. I told him he was so madly in love with me that when our parents forbid it, he’d tried to end his own life, but only ended up damaging his memory. I sold the story with a straight face, weaving a tale so detailed and plausible that he, in his daze, eventually believed me and gave in. That first night. It was exquisite. An acquired taste I couldn't get enough of. I got so greedy that I kept him in that state, in my bed, for three whole years. It was precisely because it was so damn good that I lived in constant fear of his memory returning. What if he remembered and I could never have him like this again? So, I hit up my best friend—a girl who can get her hands on anything—and bought something special. Serenity Dust, it was called. Supposedly, it could turn a man into a harmless puppy, a puppy into a puddle. Of course, it was guaranteed to be harmless to his health. It would just… gently lower his IQ. And if he was just a little bit dumber, he wouldn’t be able to remember the past, right? Since Ethan always had trouble sleeping, I made a habit of mixing the powder into his calming honey water every night. But now this floating text was telling me the stuff I'd been secretly feeding him for six months was... that? My heart clenched. I quickly asked, "What's wrong with the honey water tonight? Does it taste bad?" Ethan slowly shook his head, licking a stray grain of powder from the corner of his lip. "It just seems... exceptionally sweet. Maya, did you put too much honey in it?" I… The ghostly text scrolled by again. 【'HONEY'? DUDE, JUST LOOK AT WHAT'S IN HER HAND! SINCE WHEN IS YOUR HONEY A POWDER?!】 【OMG I CAN'T. BRO, WIPE THE POWDER OFF YOUR MOUTH BEFORE YOU TALK.】 【THIS GUY IS NEXT LEVEL. WILLFULLY BLIND.】 【THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER. ONE BRAIN CELL BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM AND IT'S ONLY THINKING ABOUT SEX. I'M OUT.】 【I'M NOT LEAVING. WORD IS HE GETS HIS MEMORY BACK TONIGHT MID-SESSION. IT'S GONNA BE A FIVE-ALARM DRAMA FIRE. I'M LITERALLY VPN'D IN FOR THIS.】 【MY APARTMENT JUST FLOODED SO I HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO BE. I'M STAYING TOO.】 2 What the hell? Ethan is going to get his memory back tonight? My mind went blank, a buzzing static rooting me to the spot. If he remembers… If he remembers all the shameful things I’ve coached him to do. All the twisted, possessive names I’ve made him call me. The time I got a little too into it and made him kneel on the floor, told him to be a good dog and lick my feet. He would kill me. He would literally kill me on the spot. Just the thought of him remembering sent a wave of goosebumps across my skin. My vision swam, and I stumbled. A strong hand wrapped around my waist, steadying me. Ethan leaned in, his brow furrowed with genuine concern. "Baby, are you not feeling well?" ...Oh, you have got to be kidding me. A moment ago, "baby" was a prelude to pleasure. Now, it sounded like a death sentence. The skin where he touched me burned. Not feeling well. The thought of his memory returning tonight made my whole body feel sick. I nodded quickly, seizing the excuse. "Yeah, I actually feel awful. I think we should sleep separately tonight—" "Okay." My jaw dropped. Ethan took my hand and pressed it flat against his firm, sculpted chest. His eyes darkened. "Feel better now?" My brain short-circuited. I managed to shake my head, a pathetic attempt at sanity. I tried to pull my hand back, but he guided it lower. He looked at me, his expression a mask of pure innocence, as if he were simply solving a problem for me. "Still not feeling well? How about now?" The last thread of my reason snapped. I fell into his arms. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Maya's reaction tells me she's feeling much better now." Damn it. He was a miracle worker. A true healer. 3 By the time I remembered what that spectral peanut gallery had said, it was too late. Lost to lust, I’d already dragged Ethan into oblivion with me. The stuff in the water glass must have been potent. I was completely satisfied, drifting in that post-coital calm, but Ethan, his eyes still red-rimmed and hazy, was dragging my ankle back, begging for one more round. "Baby, I helped you feel better. Now can you help me? Please?" "Please, I'm begging you." I hesitated. After all, the dose in his water was more than triple the usual amount. And today I’d learned it wasn't Serenity Dust at all. If I left him like this, he'd be in agony. But what if his memory came back in the middle of it? I wouldn't even have time to run. But right now… I looked at him, his body arched in discomfort, yet he wouldn't make a move without my permission. Fine. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Just one more." As we lost ourselves again, the text reappeared. 【I CAN'T WITH HER. I'VE NEVER SEEN A MAIN CHARACTER THIS HORNY.】 【SHE'S GONNA GET HERS IN A MINUTE. ETHAN'S ABOUT TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING.】 【SAY WHAT YOU WILL, BUT SHE'S CREATIVE. LOOK AT ALL THE... PROPS. TSK TSK.】 【BUT HE'S CLEARLY ENJOYING IT TOO? WHY DOES HE GET SO COLD TO HER AFTER HE REMEMBERS?】 【BECAUSE HE'S A STUBBORN ASS. SHE'S A DRAMA QUEEN AND HE'S AN EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED FOOL. THEY ONLY HAVE THEMSELVES TO BLAME. I'M TELLING YOU...】 Drama queen? Me? What were they saying? Before I could read the rest, my ankle was pulled, and I tumbled into the sheets, the world spinning. I tried to push myself up. But my wrists were pinned. The Ethan above me had changed. The haze of desire was gone, replaced by a profound confusion in his foggy eyes. He looked like he was struggling to process his surroundings, his voice hesitant. "Maya? What are we… doing?" ...Seriously, dude? Those things under your eyebrows are called eyes. Open them. The text popped up again. 【DOING IT.】 【DOING WHAT?】 【IT!】 【YEAH, I'M ASKING WHAT 'IT' IS? AND YOUR ATTITUDE SUCKS, CAN'T YOU JUST USE YOUR WORDS?】 【EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE HIGHWAY AND THIS DUDE IS STILL IN THE PARKING LOT. I'M DYING.】 【SHUT UP EVERYONE! IT'S HAPPENING! THE BIG REVEAL! PREPARE FOR THE ANGST ARC!】 【UGH. THIS COULD HAVE BEEN A SWEET ROM-COM BUT NO, WE HAVE TO HAVE THE 'CHASE THE WIFE TO THE CREMATORIUM' TROPE. AND I MEAN A LITERAL CREMATORIUM. SHE GETS BURNED TO ASHES.】 【AND THEN HE KILLS HIMSELF. DOUBLE DEATH EQUALS A HAPPY ENDING, APPARENTLY. CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW I GOT SUCKERED INTO THIS? I THOUGHT THE TAGS SAID 'FLUFF'! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!】 【IT'S OVER! HE'S FULLY AWAKE!】 My head snapped up. I met Ethan's eyes, which were now perfectly, terrifyingly clear. His lips parted, about to speak. I raised my hand, my palm stopping a mere inch from his face. And then— I drew back, wound up, and swung with all my might. SLAP. Crematoriums? Burned to ashes? Some twisted double-suicide pact? All that bullshit because he gets his memory back? To hell with that. Then you can just stay asleep.
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