I Fell in Love with Someone I Shouldn't Have Fallen in Love with

House Full of Scums

Souji’s POV

My father seems to care about me at first, but lately, we even hardly have any conversations.

Well, there is no point in asking him to be responsible as a parent. If he were a repsectable guy, we wouldn’t have cheated on his wife and left her during pregnancy in the first place. He is just a scum.

Maybe the reason he took me in is because he had no other choice, or perhaps he want to pretend and feel good about himself because he is fulfilling his duty as a parent, even though it’s only in the surface.

The same goes for that woman (Ami’s mother).

She knows that I am my father’s biological son.

I think she acts so coldly towards me because she knows about it.

She has absolutely no sense of guilt for what she has done.

If she really has a sense of guilt, she wouldn’t get close and sleep with a man who already had a pregnant wife from the in the first place.

She even got herself pregnant as well, that is just insane.

As for my sisters, Ami and Emi, I’m honestly perplexed.

Emi continues to distance herself from me, it’s as if she dislikes me.

I don’t want to get involved with her either, but she has the innocence of a child who can’t read the situation. I sometimes get annoyed with her attitude.

However, the real issue is Ami.

Around the time the midterm exam results came out, Ami’s attitude towards me started to change.

Until recently, all my meals had been frozen and retort pouch foods, but one day, she suddenly made me homemade fried rice and started to bring me onigiri in the middle of the night.

If it was that woman’s (Ami’s mother) cooking, I would throw it away without hesitation, but Ami is my own sister and I know that she has nothing to do with this.

She is innocent.

If anything, both Ami and Emi are just victims of my father’s infidelity just like me. Although I can’t say that I’m a victim myself because I’m not in a particularly unfortunate situation.

At first, I thought Ami’s attitude changed because she learned about the fact that we are siblings. I wanted to know what she’s thinking, so with caution, I started to talk more with her.

Ami comes to my room every weekend.

After talking alone with her so many times, I’m no longer wary of her.

I’m truly grateful for the night snacks and sweets she brought for me. Ami is so easy going, so talking to her eases my tension regarding my father and that woman (Ami’s mother). Gradually, the times I talk to her becomes precious times for me to be myself and relax.

This is fine for now.

Continuing to maintain a friendly relationship with her while hiding the fact that we are blood related siblings is quite challenging.

However, Ami’s parents are nothing but scums to me. I want to get my revenge on them for what they did to my mother.

At first, I thought of using her for the sake of my revenge, so I tried to be friendly to Ami as best as I can.

But lately, Ami has been getting closer and closer to me, and I don’t think it’s bad for me.

Rather, I find it really helpful. Her foods tastes quite good and I enjoy her company. She makes me feel relaxed whenever I’m with her.

I’ll just take advantage of her as long as I can.

Perhaps, I can use Ami to get my revenge on her parents. That will be the best revenge ever.

No, I shouldn’t involve Ami in this.

She is innocent, and to me, she’s my real sister.

I can’t get rid of these thoughts out of my mind lately.

My mother’s wish was for me to attend university and become a respectable adult.

She did not want revenge.

It’s my own personal feelings who wants revenge. If I get fixated to this and lose sight of my original goal, I won’t be able to fulfil my promise to mom.

If would’ve been a lot easier if I can just run away from this house and live by myself.

Every time I see their faces, every time I hear their voices, my emotions seem to boil over and I struggle to maintain my composure.

I have resolved that I will endure any humiliation they do to me, but this house where those scums live turn out to be much harsher than I had imagined. If it wasn’t for Ami, I might have already exploded by now.

It’s only been the first year I live in this house, I can’t help to feel pathetic about how I’m handling the situation.