Rewrite the Past

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Lifting my body to check on my siblings, my mom still hadn't returned from her distant dream trip.

I took a dry towel and thoroughly wiped my mom's pussy, where juice and semen were leaking, and put on her panties.

And, I also wiped my liquid-covered cock.

"Mom, you need to get up and get dressed."

"I can't get up. Ha! There's no strength in my body."

My mom smiled widely and turned her head to one side to look at me.

"Still, get up and get dressed before the kids wake up."

"Dress me."

My mom stretched out her hands in front of me and teased sweetly.

I giggled at how pretty it was, grabbed her hand, and pulled, taking her short-sleeved T-shirt and putting it on her arm.

As my mom finished the sweatshirt, she held out the skirt she was holding.

The mother sat down, slipped the skirt around her legs, and moved her hips to put on the skirt.

When my mother finished her clothes, I took my mom's hand again and lifted her, and hugged her.

"Mom, don't be sad. Because sooner or later I will try to invent a way to make money. You have to believe in me."

My mom, her eyes widened and looked at me, and said.

"How will you make money? It's not that your mom doesn't believe in you but-..."

"Impossible. Mom doesn't believe me? If I say that I can make money, then I can make it. All mom has to do is see if I make money or not."

"I don't know what you think, but since my son says he can do it, Mom will believe him."

My mom said she believed my words, but it seemed like she didn't believe them at all.

"All right Mom. You'll just have to see if I can make money or not."

My mom laughed at my assertiveness, then tilted her head and went into the kitchen.

As my mom prepared dinner, I woke up my younger siblings to eat.

While eating dinner, my younger siblings bragged to my mother about their visit to the Royal Palace, as well as the black sauce noodles they ate.

My mom complimented me that I did well, saying that her eldest son did a good job as an older brother, and she stroked my cheek saying that she was proud of me.

Three days had passed since I taught Brandon a lesson.

After lunch, I was playing console games at Caleb's house.

"Daniel. Brandon, that bastard got beaten up so badly, is it okay?"

Caleb asked as he suddenly thought of Brandon.

"That bastard will be fine. Because I hit him not too hard."

I said that to reassure Caleb, but to be honest, I was quite worried inside as I thought of what to do if something went wrong.

'That bastard. Won't I get in trouble if things get worse?'

No matter how much I'm a middle-aged man with rich experience in the world, even if I'm a regressive middle-aged man, it's not a common thing to beat someone to death.

I didn't express it on the outside, but I was worried inside and I became unfocused on the game.

Finally, after playing a few more games, I got up from my seat.

"Caleb, I'm leaving first."

"Why are you leaving already? After the game, Mom asked me to make something delicious so we can both go and have dinner."

"Next time. I'm pretty busy right now, say hi to your mom."

Leaving Caleb behind, I went to Brandon's house.

"Brandooon… Are you home?"

When I shouted at the door of Brandon's house, the door opened and a beautiful young woman came out.

"Eh?"

I couldn't speak properly and froze at the sight of the beautiful girl who opened the door.

Long straight black hair that reached her back, a face with an egg-shaped face with a pointed chin, fair skin, and a height that seemed to be slightly over 160 cm. She was wearing a light blue and dark brown short-sleeved blouse with a pleated skirt that slightly covered her knees, and her well-stretched calves and ankles as thin as her wrists could be seen at a glance.

The blouse was open with two buttons, but the protruding breasts that looked like B cups and the narrowed waistline were impressive.

At a glance, I could recognize that it was Brandon's older sister who was in the previous photo.

"Who are you?"

"Ah. Yes. I'm Brandon's friend."

Brandon's sister was so beautiful that I stammered without realizing it.

"Are you his friend? Brandon's not feeling well right now."

"Yeah. I know. He said he wasn't feeling well, so I came to see what was going on."

"Okay? Since you came to visit him. Then come in."

Glancing my nervous figure up and down, she opened the door reluctantly.

Upon entering the room, Brandon was asleep, sweating profusely and grunting.

By Brandon's bedside, there was a glass of water and a medicine bag on his tray.

'Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be dying.'

Seeing that he could eat and drink at home, it seemed like he wouldn't be hospitalized.

After following Brandon's older sister into the room and sitting next to Brandon, she started talking to me.

"He took some medicine a while ago and fell asleep from the medicine, so he won't know that you came."

"How is Brandon, is he doing well?"

"Fortunately, there are no broken bones or internal organ injuries, but the blow he received was so severe that the doctor said he has to lie like this until the bruises heal. Wow. I'm going to die of resentment knowing what she went through. As soon as I catch the culprit, I'm going to pull out all of that guy's hair."

Brandon's older sister puffed up her cheeks and giggled as if she was angry.

'Ouch. If she finds out that it was me who caused her brother to become like this, this beautiful older sister will tear out all my hair.'

Even if that's what I was thinking, for some reason, I had the strange thought that if it was a beautiful older sister, it would be nice to be treated like that.

"Here, big sister. What's your name?"

It's natural to be interested in a beautiful girl, so I naturally asked the name of the older sister who was facing me at the moment.

"Me? I'm Chloe. Then what's your name?"

"My name is Daniel. I go to the same school as your brother Brandon."

I laughed and joked as I answered, but Chloe's face hardened, and started glaring at me.

"Your name is Daniel, right?"

"Yes. But why?"

"Are you the Daniel who made my brother Brandon like this?"

When such words flew out of Chloe's mouth, I was taken aback for a moment and stammered, unable to answer properly.

"You! Come with me!"

Chloe got up and went to the kitchen, shaking off the cold.

'Ah. She's going to rip my hair out.' I followed slowly.

When I left the room, Chloe closed the door carefully and stood in front of me with her arms crossed, afraid that Brandon would wake up.

It was somehow very funny to see a small woman who was almost 30 cm shorter than me, angry, crossing her arms and glaring at me.

"Are you a thug? What did my poor little brother do wrong that you made him like that?"

Chloe, who was glaring at me, suddenly shouted while pointing at me.

When I heard her mention that her little brother Brandon was a poor, pathetic person, I suddenly burst out laughing.

"NO. Do you joke around when adults talk to you?"

My smile must have looked like mockery because Chloe's palm flew to my face.

Reflexively, I grabbed Chloe's wrist.

"Why would you do such a cruel thing to my poor little brother, you bully? Did your mother never teach you anything good? Or maybe your mother was so stupid that she didn't teach her son anything good?"

Chloe screamed as I tried to remove her hand from my grasp.

Amid Chloe's screaming, a word that left me dumbfounded caught my ear.

Earlier I would have said I was quite sorry and apologized, and let her hit me for a while for causing her brother like that, but the words she let out made me undo my previous intention.

There are lines that people should not cross.

One of them is swearing at parents.

Furthermore, when she dared to put my mom whom I loved more than my life into her filthy mouth, my head became a little dizzy, and my anger gushed out.

The moment I thought, 'This is why people commit murder', my anger reached the top of my head, and my whole body trembled.

I couldn't speak for a while, I was angry and just glared at Chloe, trying to curb the dark thoughts I had.

"What are you going to do glaring at me like a stupid asshole? Huh?"

With Chloe's hand still held in mine, she yelled at me.

"What did you just say?"

I said as I became furious, I still tried to calm down, and my voice sounded cold, and in answer to my question, harsh words came out of this woman's dirty mouth.

"What? Fuck? What's with all these babies? Where did that young bastard learn to talk nonsense?"

As if she didn't understand the situation yet, Chloe slapped my cheek with her other hand as she cursed.

It wouldn't have hurt so much if I was in a state of joy and humor, but the situation in which I was currently enraged by her foul mouth made me want to slap this woman back hard.

As I looked at Chloe, my eyes became more and more alive, and a cold smile hung on my mouth as she was surprised.

Chloe, who was screaming while trying to slap me, finally looked into my eyes and her body trembled.

"OK. This fucking bitch I'm going to kill you like I did that asshole Brandon. Let's see which one is worse."

Chloe, her eyes trembled violently, as if she finally understood the situation in my lifeless and cold appearance.

I reached out my free hand to her and grabbed Chloe by the back of her hair, and pressed her head.

"Ah. That hurts. Let go! Let go of me, bastard!"

I released my hand holding Chloe's wrist and slapped the back of her head from top to bottom with the palm of my hand.

*Slap*

"Ah..."

Because I was holding her hair, Chloe couldn't even fall, and she hung in the air and didn't fall just because of the grip I had on her hair.

With Chloe's head down, she struggled, hitting my hands with both of hers in an attempt to get my hands off her head, and I hit the back of Chloe's head with the palm of her hand again.

*Slap*

"How dare your filthy mouth issue an insult to my mom? You're very determined to die aren't you?"

As I spoke, Chloe, although weaker than before, still had some strength, as I slapped Chloe on the back of her head.

Even as Chloe was slapped, she somehow struggled to remove my hand from her hair, but she couldn't resist my strength, and as the pain continued, she finally burst into tears.

"Ah. That's all your resistance is. Don't cry. If you cry, I'll keep slapping you."

Once again, I slapped the back of her head with the palm of my hand.

In a situation where she couldn't do anything, she had no choice but to be slapped, so Chloe, as I said, tried to hold back her crying.

She didn't expect to get humiliated like this.

She couldn't move because the back of her hair was grabbed by a young man like me, and the back of her head was constantly slapped.

However, it was only a fleeting thought that she might have had, because if you keep getting slapped in the same position, you'll want to avoid it at some point.

But as soon as you start feeling the desire to avoid and are unsuccessful, then humiliation will inevitably turn into submission.

"Hey, you stupid bitch, if you have a brain, think about it. Don't you see how your brother is currently dying because of me? Do you think the person who beat up your brother like that is normal? If you have that kind of understanding, you shouldn't be attacking me recklessly like this."

"Do I look weak that you dare to attack me and insult my mom? Because of you, I'm going to make Brandon's life ruined from now on. When that bastard wakes up, I'll make you want to die every day from seeing your little brother's life ruined from today. Let's see how long that lasts you bitch."

"And what? Poor Brandon? You must be blind. Are you saying that you know exactly what your brother's life is like outside the house? Do you know what that asshole is doing out there? Hey, you stupid bitch, if it weren't for the current situation, I would burst out laughing to hear you call Brandon a poor person."

"And you cursed my mom earlier, didn't you? You bastard! You don't know who my mom is. Have you ever met my mom? You don't know who my mom is, but you dare to curse my mom with that filthy mouth of yours, you must want to die."

I grabbed Chloe by the hair and pushed her down, continuing to slap the back of her head with the palm of my hand as she cried.

As my violence continued, Chloe screamed in pain every time I slapped her, and her body trembled as she cried.

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