Summary
I have a brother who is a total poser.
To the outside world, his entire persona is built around being a sister-obsessed maniac.
When we were kids, if other girls had pretty little dresses, my brother would grit his teeth and scrape together enough money to buy one for me.
Now that we’re older, if other girls have handsome boyfriends, my brother gets the most handsome friend he knows drunk and shoves him toward me.
He says with a proud tone, “Whatever others have, my sister must have it too!”
I look at the drunken Villain Boss and tremble with fear. “I really don’t think I should have this!”