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Chapter 9 by TheShyGuy TheShyGuy

Does she notice me?

Yes

Of course she noticed me, our eyes basically met. How could I be so careless when spying on someone else. Especially when ‘someone else’ was my sister!

A bone-thrilling scream erupted from the bottom of her quaking lungs. Visibly scared and frightened, I deemed her libido over the top since she seemed to have forgotten to lock the door before masturbating.

But my soothing thoughts were interrupted as she threw a T-shirt at me, my athletic reflexes barely avoiding it, as she yelled: “GO!”

My pervy nature and battered honor and grace perished from her doorstep, leaving her and her quality time unimpeded.

With sullen, mortified steps I slouched towards my room, passing the open door of my younger sisters’ room, ignoring their demands to know what happened, simply muttering something to myself without any real context or content.

Behind me, both Neliel and Rangiku left their chamber and walked over to Harribel’s room to check up on her.

I simply advanced, not once caring to look back at the destruction and pain I have delivered to the last people who genuinely loved me, reducing the list by one more name, possibly three, thus shrinking it to like 2.

After stepping into my room, my mind registered once more that I still held the handkerchief with the unrelenting bead of cum in my left hand. Deciding to throw it away, I savagely stuffed it into my overflowing bin, venting my anger on the poor trashcan before crawling to my door and locking it, just to remember that my mom prohibited locks and removed every single one of

[them.

In

](http://them.In) my melancholic mind I recounted all the horrible things I did just today.

Ignoring Orihime, my precious darling, not caring about her or even persevering with multiple calls to check her wellbeing.

Challenging my mother and enraging her so much that she resumed hitting me, a habit which I thought she had discarded several months ago.

And at last spying on my own sister who was still shook and hurt by her boyfriend’s infidelity and cheating.

Wow, I should really die.

No, I should calm down and sleep a night about all my problems.

Yes, tomorrow will be better, at least I pray that it will. After all, such a horrible thing couldn't get worse, could it?

Does the next day become worse?

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