Chapter 1 — Transforming into a Little Villain's Stepsister

Because I wanted to accumulate his black value, I took his pocket money every day, tore up his homework, rode on his back across the street, and even tried to pinch his cheeks. Now I'm asking him to massage my feet. At this moment, a stream of comments suddenly passed: 【The female character wouldn't think that doing that would make the little villain turn black, would they? In fact, he liked it to death!】 【When she forced him to carry her across the street, he was laughing so hard!】 【She said she wanted to eat small cakes in the south of the city, he ran so fast that he was about to burst into flames!】 【Last time she was crazy and wanted to hug him and kiss him, he pretended to resist for a bit, but in the end she said "Okay, no more kissing". The little villain collapsed and hid under the blanket and beat himself up all night!】 1.

“Tran Tinh Ly!” — I lay on the bed and shouted loudly.

Soon, a boy about fifteen years old appeared at the door. His white and cold face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, looked extremely impatient. I smiled at him: "I'm hungry." The skinny boy's whole body stopped, his eyes flashed with caution:

“What do you want to eat?”

This reaction is also understandable. Last time, just to tease him, I said I wanted to eat strawberry shark snacks. He searched all the supermarkets nearby, looking in every corner of the shelves but still couldn't find it. Late afternoon fell, his thin T-shirt was soaked with sweat, he panicked and sat awkwardly on the side of the road. While hesitating, not knowing whether to take the bus to the suburbs to continue searching, the phone rang. I just woke up, yawned, and lazily said:

"Oh, I forgot, it doesn't seem to have real strawberry flavor. Well, I don't want it anymore, let's go home."

Completely unconcerned about the fact that he ran for five hours just for a non-existent item, and was also starving. Thinking of this, my evil pleasure flared up again:

“I want to eat a small cake in the south of the city, cloud-shaped, made of cream.”

Of course it's just made up. I didn't expect Tran Tinh Ly - who had been fooled once - to agree. Having finished speaking, I pulled the blanket over me and turned around to continue sleeping. The boy stood still for a moment at the door, then left without making a sound, gently closing the door. A few hours later. I woke up and felt a little thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. Suddenly, a very familiar sneeze was heard outside. I was stunned for a second and ran to Tran Tinh Ly's room to take a look. Nobody! It can't be... I opened the door while praying, and then met my eyes with the teenager who was huddled in the corner, clutching a box in his arms. His whole body was soaked as if he had just come out of a river, water dripping everywhere. My long, thick eyelashes were sticky and trembling slightly. Tran Tinh Ly's dark eyes were full of fatigue, but when she saw me, her eyes suddenly lit up, like a candle suddenly burning in the dark night. He didn't have the key and didn't dare knock on the door. Seeing me open the door, he just stood up silently, lifted the box in his hand, and brought it in front of me.

“Cloud cake, made from cream.”

My heart pounded loudly. 2. When I first entered this world, the system assigned me the task of becoming the evil stepsister of the villain Tran Tinh Ly. Also asked me to accumulate his blackening value.

“Wait until the blackening value reaches 100%, he becomes a real villain, you will become go home."

I don't care if I go home or not. Because in the other world, my parents worked very hard to give birth to a son, all attention was focused on his younger brother. No one cares whether the little girl who was sent to the sofa to sleep is hungry or not, or sleepy or not. She sat quietly in the kitchen, eating cold leftover rice. After eating, he washed the messy dishes on the table and then put on his school bag. Fortunately, I inherently have no emotions and don't care about things called intimacy or parental love, so being an evil step-sister is very easy for me. In this world, my parents often go abroad on business, only sending money back to me and Tran Tinh Ly on time. To increase his black value, I robbed him of all the money his parents sent him. Want your money back? Call me "sister" and I'll give you a coin. This kid was extremely stubborn and refused to call, so he didn't have a penny. Tsk. Call if you like, call if you don't like. As expected, younger brothers in this world are equally hateful. From then on, I pushed closer and bullied him more and more. Stealing his pocket money, tearing up his homework, riding on top of him across the street, sometimes getting excited and even pinning him down on the sofa, trying to pinch his cheeks. It feels so good! Like freshly fermented white dumplings, soft and flexible. I didn't squeeze his cheeks for free. Every time I finished, I conveniently rewarded him with five or ten dong. What I like best is the look of him holding money in his hand, full of humiliation, as if he's been bullied miserably but doesn't dare to resist. 3. But This Moment... Looking at Tran Tinh Ly's whole body soaked, but the cake in her hand without a drop of water, for the first time I felt a little guilty. But that feeling passed very quickly. I pulled him into the bathroom:

“Clean yourself, use hot water. Don't let me catch a cold tomorrow and ask me to take care of you."

Care? No way, I hate trouble the most. After that, seeing that he was still not reassured, I mixed cold medicine again and forced him to drink it all:

“If I'm sick, I can't go to school. If I don't go to school, who will help me with my homework?”

That's right. All my assignments are almost all written by Tran Tinh Ly. This private school has very strict management, assignments must be completed on the same day and then submitted. Every day, after finishing his homework, he would sneak through the back door into my classroom to help me do my homework. As a villain, he is naturally intelligent, and homework for him is no different than simple addition 1+1. After taking the medicine, I conveniently pulled out another blanket and covered him:

“Don't kick the blanket. If you get sick tomorrow, you'll know about me."

When I pulled the blanket up, Tran Tinh Ly's dark eyes kept staring at me, not blinking once, as if afraid of missing even a single moment. Seeing him look at me to the point of being uncomfortable, I coldly ordered:

“Stop looking.”

He obediently closed his eyes. The Next Day Finally, Tran Tinh Ly was still sick. When I was woken up by the alarm, he had already gone to school. I feel secure sitting in class. Suddenly, a teacher came:

“Are you Tran Tinh Ly's older sister, Tran Gia Ngu?”

I nodded.

“Finally found you. Quickly follow me, Tran Tinh Ly has a high fever. When I called my parents, he told me to come find me."

He has a high fever, it seems like this fever has lasted since last night. I suddenly remembered that cake, remembered its shape he looked wet at that moment. There was a corner of my heart that suddenly felt strangely itchy.