My Adoptive Brother Forced Me to Serve His First Love

That night, my brother was burning up after taking the traditional medicine. His scorching breath brushed my ear, making it flush red.

Gripping my waist tightly, he leaned in, his teeth grazing the side of my neck.

"Help me..." he pleaded, voice hoarse with desperation.

My fingers trembled as I began unbuttoning my blouse—but just as I looked up, I met a pair of tear-filled eyes standing outside the door.

It was her. His precious first love.

Three days later, a woman in a wedding dress was fished out of the river.