Chapter 2 – Brocon Wolf

Kicchodani Aku. My non-blood-related, same-age stepsister.

Illustration (By Mitamin)

DQN name like Aku, but face beautiful, body killer, even gives off that pure refined vibe. Well, her skull’s stuffed wall-to-wall with twisted love for me.

If a girl like her falls for you, jackpot, right? Nah, I do like my stepsister. But there’s gotta be a fucking limit.

Sneaking GPS trackers onto my phone. Looping AI voice-clones of me 24/7 when I’m gone. Her room turned into a goddamn shrine—my “thrown away” underwear on display, mountains of used tissues (don’t ask what for) lined up like trophies.

She’s a straight-up yandere. Drops fire-straight love confessions every single day. Sees me talking to any other girl? Pure murderous jealousy.

One word: exactly as she looks—a wolf-type pain-in-the-ass girl. That’s my verdict.

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Aku-nee isn’t our parents’ real kid. Her birth mom was a distant relative of the Kicchodani family. Real dad? Nameless stranger.

Aku-nee was an unwanted child.

Back when her mom was still a high-school girl, she got jumped on a night road, raped, and knocked up by some random thug. That’s her.

But her real grandparents—devout Christians—refused the abortion. Tainted blood or not, they couldn’t kill an innocent life.

So Aku-nee was born. Naturally her real mom couldn’t love the baby she’d suffered for. Full-on neglect.

That’s when the nice distant relatives—my parents—took her in as an adopted daughter.

More like they got strong-armed. Her birth family had massive ties in business and politics, and ours owed them huge favors, so no was never an option.

“Beloved Dog.” The name her own mother gave her, soaked in both love and hate, says everything about how fucked her position was. Naming really is a curse. She got cursed hard.

Coincidentally, the Kicchodani house had a baby boy born the exact same day—me. Mom had milk ready. That sealed it.

Damn. Second chapter and the backstory’s already this heavy.

Luckily my parents never abused her, treated her right. But complexes don’t disappear.

Middle school. We accidentally overheard them talking about her birth. They figured we’d have to know someday anyway, so they told us everything.

“We see Aku as our real daughter and love her with all our hearts.”

That’s what they said. But picturing Aku-nee hearing that bomb during sensitive puberty… it wrecks me. Up till then she’d been told we were fraternal twins. Never imagined we were genetically total strangers.

After that, even though we were already close, I started sticking to her like glue to support her. Stayed by her side when she was shocked, soothed her, held her tight all night when she was mentally crumbling.

Thanks to that she pulled through. The trade-off? She evolved into a self-admitted, everyone-admits brocon wolf. Lately she lunges the second there’s an opening.

So today too, the rabbit keeps hopping around so the badly awakened wolf doesn’t hunt him down.

Chapter 3 – My Parents Are Really Bad At Raising Kids

Finished changing, I headed to the breakfast table with Aku-nee in tow.

Right there in front of us, my parents were wrapped around each other, feeding one another mouth-to-mouth. Any normal person would call it a crime scene, but we’d long since stopped reacting.

My folks—Kicchodani Oki and Ina—are that ultra-clingy couple who put on a show every single morning. Actually, calling it “lovey-dovey” is too generous. It’s straight-up nasty.

They got like this after childhood friends turned lovers, then some company president tried to snatch Mom as his mistress. Mom’s gorgeous, and back then she was apparently a total knockout. He dangled music industry support in front of her dream of becoming a singer. She wavered for a moment.

Dad completely lost it. Rage and jealousy exploded.

He straight-up said he got so pissed that she even hesitated that he “lightly kidnapped her and did thorough brainwashing and conditioning until she became fully dependent on me.” Re-education, my ass. Ever since then they’ve been like this nonstop. Yeah… Aku’s crazy definitely inherited from Dad.

Not content with just hugging, Dad’s hands started kneading Mom’s ass. Mom accepted it with a blissful, melting face. Seriously, spare me. Why the fuck do I have to watch my parents’ foreplay before I even finish breakfast?

“Nooo, Master… The kids are right here…”

Yeah. Mom calling Dad “Master” in front of her children is next-level bad parenting.

“Mom and Dad are so lovey-dovey as always~”

“I wish you’d consider time and place.”

“I wanna be a lovey-dovey married couple like you two with White-chan someday.”

“I refuse to become a father who gropes his wife in front of his kids.”

…That said, they’re not all bad. Sure they prioritize each other hardcore, but they still properly raised Aku even though she was basically dumped on them.

“By the way Shiro, Aku-chan. Any problems with school or studies lately?”

“Dad… you’re seriously asking us that right now?”

Dad asked while still fondling Mom’s ass. Always so out of nowhere.

“Nah, nothing really.”

“Yeah. School’s peaceful. No bullying, no stumbling in classes.”

“That’s good.”

Dad nodded happily.

Meanwhile, the morning news on TV was running the same story that’s been blowing up lately.

An unknown new species of flower had suddenly bloomed all across Hikigane City. A completely new genus with toxicity several times stronger than aconite. Since the poison can absorb through skin, they’re warning everyone not to touch them.

“If I had to name one complaint, it’d be these flowers. It’s seriously weird. A brand-new poisonous flower that’s never been discovered before blooming everywhere only in this city. We’ve got them popping up at school too.”

I commented while drinking my miso soup.

The flowers were silver, shaped like eggplant blossoms, about dandelion-sized. For a weed, those metallic silver petals were way too pretty and eerie. I’d never seen anything like them.

“Maybe it’s some kind of curse? Happens all the time in stories. The vengeful spirit of someone who died horribly manifesting as flowers…”

“Oi oi, this is the 21st century, remember? We’ve got AI writing novels and combat drones in the sky. Flowers blooming from grudges? Get real.”

“But remember that Ghost in the Shell episode? Around season 6? Where the fallen soldiers’ lingering feelings bloomed into flowers…”

“I liked that one too, but it was fiction… Anyway, let the botanists figure out what the hell these are.”

I drained the rest of my miso soup.