A Plea for Personal Space

As the saying goes, when soldiers come, we block them with generals; when floods come, we stem them with earth.

Though my situation was hardly ideal—without generals or earth—I improvised.

With a thud, I knelt down.

I mimicked my sister’s gesture, knocking my head against the floor three times, and pleaded:

“Dear sister, have mercy. Let your brother have a little private space. I’m begging you on my knees.”

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

I had to admit, this move was truly impressive. I marveled at my own quick thinking.

“What are you two doing?”

“Are you bowing to each other like a wedding couple?”

Suddenly, our parents’ voices came from the stairs.

I wanted to cry but had no tears. How could it get more suffocating? They were actually coming upstairs!

I raised my head slowly, only to see them staring at us in bewilderment. Then, after a moment of shock, their expressions gradually shifted to one of knowing amusement!

Wait—do they think we’re playing house? This was a matter of life and death for my personal space! I prayed that they wouldn’t add fuel to the fire. Buddha, gods, anything—please bless me.

Otherwise, I’d have no privacy at all. I still had a bunch of underlings waiting for me to distribute resources and spread warmth. As the God of Cars, that responsibility was too heavy to shirk.

“Mom, Dad, I want to sleep with Big Brother~” My sister was the first to react. She stood up, grabbed Mom’s arm, and whined sweetly.

“Is that so? Then why is your brother kneeling?” Mom patted my sister’s head affectionately, then looked at me with confusion. Dad didn’t let up either, pressing on:

“Yeah, why are you kneeling? What’s wrong with my daughter?” He crossed his arms, looking down at me from his lofty position.

‘It’s exactly because of your daughter that I’m kneeling! If she keeps this up, I’ll never get a girlfriend!’

“I want some privacy, so I’m kneeling to beg my sister not to come into my room!” I pushed myself up shakily from my knees.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t they at least say something like, ‘You’re both grown-ups, why does your brother have to sleep with you?’ Don’t be so understanding! No, this isn’t understanding—it’s indulgence!

You’ve given my sister too much freedom! It’s made me more miserable, driving me to my knees!

“Ah, since your sister likes you so much, just give in,” Mom said. She looked down fondly at my sister, then turned to me with a look of frustration.

WTF (°Д°)

“That’s right. Even if you can’t get married or have kids in the future, it’s fine—as long as you two are happy.” Dad nodded in agreement.

‘Excuse me?’

(ﾟДﾟ)？？？

“Then… can I sleep with Big Brother?”

“Sure, sure, no problem. Just don’t take it too far.”

“Yay~”

‘Wait… do I have any rights as a human?’

“We’re going now.”

“Remember, don’t go overboard.”

As my parents’ figures disappeared from my sight, my heart could only be described in one word: suffocating.

I needed oxygen. This home was unbearably suffocating. My sister was a yandere, my parents were way too permissive—I felt like I was the only normal one here.

“Big Bro, let’s go. If you want to play with your little sister, don’t be too rough~ By the way, today is a safe day, so it’s fine.”

With that, she pressed her finger to her rosy lips, walked into my room, climbed onto the bed without a word, lifted a corner of the blanket, and patted the mattress.

“Safe day~ Big Bro, aren’t you coming for a round before you go?”

“No… I don’t have the energy to think anymore.”

I lay down on the bed, turned over, switched off the light, and closed my eyes. My head felt like it was trembling uncontrollably.

Today, my sister had invaded my personal space again…

I think I’ve grown numb.

Gulp.