No, better stop here

You hate your half-brother like you hated nobody before. He is a sadistic pig and uses the power his name gives him to suppress and **** the employees in the mansion. You don’t even want to know how many times he hurt and violated the maids. But sadly, ruining his reputation is not an option. If your family name goes down because of him, it would affect you too. And your father would be quite pissed if he loses respect because you showed everyone what a weakling your brother truly is. Right now all you can do is protect the stuff and hope the idiot will learn his place soon.

“Mitsu, I assume this is not the first time he tried to get in your panties,” you say calm and caress Mitsu’s back, “did he hurt you often.”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitsu answers shy, “I … I was his favorite victim. He … he did … things to me. I … I can’t to talk about it. And he called me names. Rice rat and slit eye were still among the friendliest things. He even told me if I ever get pregnant from him, he would **** me to kill it.”

“Well, this ends now,” you say and glare angry at your brother, “he will never touch you again. You are allowed to defend yourself if he tries anything violent or sexually with you. And if he complains, tell the guards I ordered it. Get dressed and try to calm down. You deserve a little break after this.”

Mitsu nods gratefully and puts her uniform back in place. It still barely covers anything, but it’s better than nothing. Than the asian maid leaves quickly, before anyone can change his mind. However, your brother gives not up so easy.

“Yes, fuck off, while you can,” your brother growls and gets up, “my sister will not be around all the time. Next time your ass in mine, rice rat.”

Quickly you turn around and deliver a very powerful kick to his already sore balls. Crying the asshole goes down.

“Bitch,” William gasps and rolls on the floor, “you will regret this.”

“Since you can still talking, I already do,” You reply and sit down on the bed with your right foot pressing town on your brothers back, “just to get this straight, if I ever hear about you going after one of the servants again, I will drag you by the ear to garden, spank you until you sob and fuck your ass with a banana in front of everyone who is around at the moment. If you think I wouldn’t do this, then try an challenge me.”

Your brother glares at you angry, but doesn’t dares to talk back or stand up. You see this as progress. Pleased that he didn’t called your bluff you continue.

“I understand now, that I went too easy on you last time,” you say calm but serious, “and to make sure you understand the new hierarchy in this house, we will establish some new rules. From now on, I will get half of your pocket money. You may call it tribute or protection money. How much do you get per month? And don’t dare to lie! I will check this.”

“I don’t get pocket money,” William answers unwilling, “Dad gave me a credit card. As long as I don’t spend too much money, I can buy what I want.”

“Well, I guess I will have to talk to our father about that,” you mumble, “but for now, I propose you go to bed and stop annoying the hard-working people in this house. You will not leave this room until tomorrow. Oh, and sleep well, little guy.”

“I hope you enjoy this, as long as you can,” William says bitter before you leave, “our father hasn’t decided about you yet. If you disappoint him you will find yourself at the bottom of the food chain faster than you can look. And I will remember how you treat me.”

You don’t answer but shake your head amused. His empty treats mean nothing for you. Currently your father is more than unpleased with your brother’s behavior. There has to happen a lot before you mess up as critically as him. You head back to your room and almost bump into a huge guy who is carrying two heavy boxes.

“Eric,” you say smiling, “you are already back?”

“Hey princess,” Eric says and hands you one of the boxes, “I just arrived. I have some of your stuff with me.”