Chapter 3, burned with a lighter

At this moment, I finally confirmed that my sister was troubled by the hair growing below. Well, I might have let it slip, I pretended to be helpless and said, "Then there's nothing we can do. Isn't there a saying that goes, 'If you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow back with the spring breeze'? If you want to get rid of that hair for good, you can only burn it with a lighter"

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my younger sister could no longer hold back and came over to ask me if it would hurt when using fire to burn. After saying that, perhaps fearing I would suspect something, she added that it was very dangerous and advised me not to do such things in the future

Before going to bed, I secretly took a look at her and saw her sitting on the bed in a daze, seemingly lost in thought. I almost burst out laughing.

I was a bit foolish, not expecting that my sister would take this matter seriously. I thought to myself that now there would be something to enjoy, and my drowsiness disappeared. I said, "Isn't it ugly with all that hair up there? Usually, I wouldn't dare to expose myself in front of others when I need to urinate, and besides, it can get a bit messy while doing so, which is quite dirty."

My sister sat by my bed, looking bewildered. I guessed she was contemplating whether or not to perm the hair there.

At that moment, I was in great distress. She woke me up and kept pestering me. I also recalled that she had just slapped me. I felt particularly annoyed and said, "What else can be done? Just burn it with a lighter."

However, I did not genuinely intend to show it to her, as revealing it would expose the truth. I was afraid she would continue to press the issue, so I simply said, "Believe it or not," and then lay down to sleep again.

After listening, my younger sister hesitated a bit and said seriously, "Ah? That doesn't seem right. Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents..."

As for the recent night raid on me, during which my pants were taken off, it is certainly related to this matter. As I pondered over it, I began to experience a moment of clarity.

I felt very excited inside, but I did not dare to show it on my face, quickly taking out the lighter from my pocket

After a while, I finally felt a bit better. I turned to my sister and asked if she was talking about the hair there. My sister, blushing, shook her head and said I was really filthy-minded, wondering where my thoughts had gone.

Here I am attempting to confuse her through a shift in perspective. She originally asked me whether it hurts when burning hair, and I directly shifted the focus of the question to whether the hair hurts. Given that her hair is so long, how could it possibly hurt

When I took the lighter, I deliberately adjusted the gas valve of the lighter and the diagram book to the maximum. As a result, when igniting, it would burn a large area. If my sister were to catch fire, it would probably burn everything in an instant

At that time, I was a bit reckless; after all, at that age, one tends to be carefree. I didn't really consider the consequences of my actions; I just thought it would be fun and a way to tease my younger sister, so I went ahead with it. If I had known that things would become so serious later on, I definitely would not have acted in that manner.

After I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that she had been watching me take a shower, hadn't she? That means she must have seen everything, right? However, judging by her expression, it seems she hasn't reacted yet. I need to take advantage of her unawareness and persuade her to shave it off.

Seeing her look of melancholy, I felt quite anxious, fearing that she might come to understand the situation. At that moment, I also felt somewhat reluctant to sleep, pondering that I must deceive her into burning the fur there today.

I believe there is a saying that goes well: when you tell a lie, you must use countless other lies to cover up that initial lie

You used to look down on me, and now you are at my mercy

After a while, my younger sister finally chose to believe me, and she cautiously asked, "It really won't hurt?"

Seeing that I was about to take it out to show her, my younger sister quickly shook her head, blushing and somewhat shyly said, "This... isn't it inappropriate? Didn't the television say that men and women should not have physical contact?"

She let out a sound of acknowledgment, said she would think it over, and then fell silent, turning her head away as if lost in thought. I suspect she is hesitating about whether or not to listen to me

Just as I lay down, I recalled my sister's words from earlier. Suddenly, a possibility struck me: my sister has probably recently started growing hair and doesn't know how to handle it. Unable to find someone to discuss this matter, she might have stolen my underwear to see if any hair had fallen onto it. I suspect that her peeking at me while I bathe is also related to this.

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case. Although I felt a bit disappointed, I still breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a daze of sleep. Little did I know that just as I had fallen asleep, I was suddenly awakened by a loud slap. Upon opening my eyes, I saw someone leaning over, asking in a mysterious manner how the matter was handled, with an expression akin to that of a pyramid scheme promoter.

Seeing her once again entangled in the question of whether it hurts or not, I felt she was a bit annoyed, so I asked her to pluck a hair and compare it with a picture. After she plucked it out, I used a lighter to singe it slightly and asked her if it hurt. She replied that it did not hurt, and I said, "Isn't that settled then"

At this moment, I began to feel a bit uneasy. What if she turns around and is afraid of the pain? What if she realizes that I am deceiving her and comes to settle the score with me? I need to think of a way to make her fall for it immediately, but if I discuss this topic too much, it might raise her suspicions, which would truly be counterproductive.

Upon hearing my words, my sister's expression showed a hint of skepticism. Without caring about any pretense, she quickly asked me if there were any other methods besides burning.

Ignition? Don't joke.

At that moment, I felt a bit amused, as I did not expect her to take this matter seriously. I was contemplating how to continue teasing her, and quickly said, "It doesn't hurt. If it did, I wouldn't be here; I would have been sent to the hospital long ago."

After speaking, it seemed to her that this appeared too weak. The younger sister then said, "What does it matter to you why I need the lighter? Just give me the lighter!"

When my sister said that, I became excited again and seriously asked her what she needed the lighter for, wondering if she was really planning to set something on fire

My sister's face suddenly turned red, and she turned her face away, not daring to look at me. She whispered, "Of course not, I was just borrowing the lighter to light a fire..."

We usually refer to each other like this at home; I call her father "your father," and she refers to my mother as "your mother"

She nodded and said that it was indeed true; it really does not hurt

My sister thought seriously for a moment and then said that this is not very good, as her father uses this to scrape his mouth, and if she were to use it, it would be quite dirty

I was once again confused by the situation. Seeing her expression of reluctance to speak was quite uninteresting. I pondered over her desire to talk or not; in any case, I had no solution, so I let my sister return to her room and then went to sleep.

Although my younger sister said that, her expression still looked a bit curious, and it seems she really does want to see it, which made me feel a bit restless.

I asked her if she usually sees her dad shaving. She said yes. I planned to test whether she really has hair down there, so I pretended to be very serious and said, "Then you can go steal your dad's razor and use it to shave the hair there."

I am afraid she won't believe me, and I even said, "I really burned everything, do you want to take a look?"

Before I could say anything, my younger sister suddenly came over and asked if she could borrow my lighter