She’s the Older Sister of the Yandere Male Lead In a BL Novel - Chapter 1
“Now, please stop!”
A frantic scream filled the room.
A body drenched in blood lay motionless on the floor.
Frey’s eyes welled up with tears as he embraced the man who seemed to be dead already. His hair, as black as the night sky, was sweaty and knotted. His lips shook; his whole body was smeared with blood that seemed to be Bliss’s.
Lissandro’s mouth twitched as he stared down at the two fondly.
Thick blood dripped from his sword, turning the white carpet crimson.
He calmly threw his blade on the ground and asked.
“What do you mean stop?”
At first look, his low-pitched voice sneered at Frey.
The man approached him on his long legs, grabbed him in his arms, grasped Bliss’s head, which had now turned into a cold corpse, and threw him away.
Frey’s eyes trembled as he gazed at the helpless corpse rolling on the floor.
Lissandro forced him to look him in the eyes, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to reach his one and only close friend.
Frey snatched the hand from his shoulder and stared into those disgusting eyes filled with twisted love and possessive desire.
Lisandro naturally withdrew his hand, as if he didn’t care, and forced Frey up.
He lifted the corner of his mouth, gently rubbing the blood splattered over his friend’s face.
“I told you.”
“If you turn to any other bastard than me, I’ll kill them all.”
Lissandro’s sky blue eyes glowed faintly.
The sharp air subsided heavily, but his hand was still clutching Frey’s shoulder, which seemed like it was going to break from the intense pressure he was exerting, to the point that the veins on the back of his large and strong palm swelled.
Frey looked at him, clamping his teeth to keep from moaning in pain. His eyes began to turn red.
Lissandro stared at the red-swollen eyes and madly alluring face. That’s the expression that drives him insane. His eyes sunk deep.
He thought that that beautiful face, body, and even Frey’s heart, had to be totally his.
But, as if mocking him, Frey and his best friend, Bliss, tried to run away.
So, he killed Bliss. He dared to take Frey out of his grasp.
Lissandro snatched his head roughly, pressing his lips gently against the translucent tears that flowed nonstop.
Sky-blue eyes filled with madness.
Frey pulled his head back, letting out a light moan.
Lissandro opened his mouth without avoiding Frey’s hostile gaze.
“Who else are you going to kill?”
With Lissandro’s insidious smile, Frey’s face became rough…
* * * * *
Sweat dripped down my body as I woke up abruptly.
The nightmare made my body and lips shake. As if I had shed tears, a translucent liquid streamed down my cheeks.
I couldn’t sober up from such a strange dream.
I blinked absentmindedly, biting my lips tightly and yanked my hair out, screaming silently.
‘Ah, this is insane. Really!’
The dream I just had wasn’t just a simple nightmare.
I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes tightly.
“It wasn’t just reincarnation, why do I have to…?”
I stomped down on the bed again, swinging my arms and legs.
My anger and frustration rose.
The reason was simple.
“My older sister has finally gone insane.”
I shifted my head, which had been buried in a pillow, to the clear voice that was penetrating my ears as if breaking my imagination.
A cute boy with white hair and sky blue eyes, like me, was shaking his head and flicking his tongue.
Our parents taught him from a young age that he should take care of his ‘elder sister’ because I was born ten minutes earlier than him. Even though we were twins, he still addressed me as ‘elder sister.’
I jumped up, grimacing, and pinched and stretched his cheeks.
“Oh, that hurts! As predicted, you’ve completely lost your mind!”
“No, you’re the strange one! And, by the way, don’t call me older sister!”
My brother yelled back, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“No, sister is the weirdest!”
“I said It’s you, it’s you!”
Despite this, he insisted on calling me ‘older sister’.
Furthermore, he never attempted to touch my cheek; instead, he simply tried to free himself from my grip.
But I didn’t let go.
The nanny was startled by the sound of our constant quarreling, so she opened the door and talked me out of it.
“Miss Eureinia, young master Lissandro! What’s all the ruckus about so early in the morning?”
The nanny approached me with a stern expression.
I quickly let Lissandro go. He rubbed his red cheeks frantically and gave me a cold stare.
I closed my eyes tightly in despair. Yeah… I realized. That crazy Lissandro from my terrible nightmare was my twin brother.
Eureinia Rohelio. That’s the name I had in this life.
In my previous life, I was killed for unknown reasons less than half a year after turning 20.
I’m pretty sure I was lying down and looking at my phone when I vomited blood and died.
I died before I could truly enjoy what it meant to be an adult. It was so ridiculous that I didn’t realize it before.
When I woke up, I was in a completely different place from where I lived.
The place where I had reincarnated was a so-called fantasy world. It was the same as any other novel. In a world where class differences exist, my status was fortunately on the higher side.
The Rohelio family, as everyone would know, was a prestigious family representing the Angelus Empire and one of the four irreplaceable families.
In short, I was wealthy and powerful.
Born with a golden spoon, I’m so moved that I wanted to perform ‘Take Off Your Panties and Scream!’ by myself.
But this nightmare changed the trajectory of my life. I couldn’t just enjoy being born into a rich family because this wasn’t just a bad dream.
I was reincarnated as a character in a BL novel written by a damn close friend. On top of that, the novel was utter garbage.
It was filled with despair and chaos, where hope and love had been completely eradicated!
I wasn’t sure why I suddenly had a dream about it as if it were alerting me that the place I had reincarnated into was from a book, but I was quite frustrated.
And, as I saw in my dream, Lissandro was no ordinary lunatic.
He was the type of person who didn’t feel bad about his compulsive behavior.
‘What do you mean regret? Is it something I should eat?’
My younger brother was capable of saying stuff like that.
I looked at Lissandro, the adorable young kid who was stroking his puffy cheeks.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Oh, my goodness!”
I burst out crying and banged my chest.
My twin brother, Lissandro, was a terrible man who would drive another guy to the edge of a cliff at the end.
He, who seems to be a pure-white angel, will turn into a fallen angel as soon as he meets Frey in the future.
“What did my lady dislike today, and why did she harass the young master?”
The nanny was more on my side than Lissandro’s.
Although I tormented him every day, she was too busy staring at me with a loving glance to scold me.
And Lissandro was not jealous of it; on the contrary, he took it for granted.
Lissandro and I argued frequently, but he was a great brother who was unhappy that he couldn’t protect me as well as our parents and nanny when I went outside.
Yeah, I used to be rather proud of that.
I opened my mouth as Lissandro glared at me, still stroking his red cheeks.
“I’m going to think about something for a second, so leave me alone, nanny.”
“…is there truly something wrong, miss?”
Our nanny seemed worried when I asked if I could be alone, perhaps because as siblings, we used to quickly reconciled no matter how badly we fought.
Lissandro also opened his mouth with tears in his eyes, as if the deadly glare he had just given me was a lie.
“Older sister, I’m sorry. So don’t kick me out…”
No, it was my fault for picking a fight with him right out of the blue. But Lissandro, that brat, growled and hung up when I came out like that.
How come this sweet, lovely, and adorable child was… the horrible, vicious, and bloodthirsty Lissandro from my nightmare?
I shook my head.
“It’s not your fault. I simply want to be alone.”
I looked at our nanny, concerned, after calming him down a little, but she took Lissandro’s hand and went out of my room.
The door clicked shut, and I was determined to get serious about handling this situation.
First and foremost, the world that appeared in my dream and where I now lived was the same as the one in the BL novel that I had read in my previous life.
It was said to be a novel, although it was never formally published. It was a novel written by a friend who only showed it to me.
This friend of mine gave me the manuscript right away as if she had been waiting for me to turn 20.
I read it comfortably, hoping to give her a positive review because she had requested me to, but the more I read, the more restless my heart got.
I remember that it wasn’t just because of the book’s content. The scenes I was evoking in my head were so vivid that they seemed to be from my unconscious.
As if I had lived it myself.
After reading all of the chapters that made me feel sick just by looking at them, I asked my friend:
“Do you have a grudge against Frey?”
Frey was the subject of Lissandro’s obsession in my friend’s story.
He was a sickly male lead with a mysterious and captivating beauty.
There was no sexual content, but it was so psychologically draining that I had no option but to classify it as an R-19 novel.
Furthermore, the tiny emotional lines and skinship that occurred between them gave me a horrible creepy impression rather than a tickling sensation.
The novel’s title was [The Desperate Cry.]
Frey, as the title implies, had a dog-like ending in which he passionately pleaded for salvation before committing suicide.
Did he regret it? I wouldn’t be so angry if Lissandro regretted it.
When Frey committed suicide, I grabbed my friend’s collar and asked whether Lissandro had any regrets or what happened after that, but she simply smiled gently and replied,
“Well, I’m not sure about that.”
‘Does it make sense that you wrote it and you don’t know it?’
Anyway, now that I think about it, that girl was somehow strange.
At that time, when she handed me the novel, she remarked something;
“You’d better not forget this. Make no mistakes and keep everything in mind. That is how you will survive.”
It sounded almost like a threat. When she said that, I remembered her dark eyes having a soft glow on them.
Her dark eyes, which had always been creepy to me, seemed creepier that day.
Why do I need to remember everything in this novel to survive? To be honest, I was frightened at the time and just skipped over it, but now that I think about it, I have a lot of questions.
As if she knew that I would end up here…
“…ha, that’s ridiculous.”
I shook my head and burst into laughter.