My Brother Ruined My Love Life, So I Ruined His Only Obsession

At the dinner table, I bent down to pick up my forkand saw my brothers hand shamelessly lodged between my girlfriends thighs.

He smiled. Your current girlfriend has nice, slim legs. Shes mine.

In front of me, he led her into a room and closed the door.

The next morning, he looked at me with open provocation.

What can I do, Ethan? It seems every woman around you cant resist me.

I smiled backand turned to press my lips against the woman hed loved, obsessively, for five years.

My brother Lucas broke up with my ex-girlfriend.

"We only dated for a month. Isn't it normal to break up?" Lucas said casually, as if he was discussing what to have for lunch.

"But when you sent me those bedroom photos, you said it was true love and hoped I'd give you my blessing," I said, taking a sip of coffee. I glanced at Sophia, who was still waiting outside in the scorching heat, and clicked my tongue.

Sophia was the beauty queen of our department. Not only was she gorgeous, but she also excelled in her studies. Her family seemed quite wealthy too. Add to that her cool and aloof demeanor, and she was the quintessential campus goddess.

Many guys at our college had fallen for her, including me.

Sophia was technically my ex-girlfriend, but not really. After all, I was just her fake boyfriend to ward off unwanted suitors. The day after we publicly announced our relationship, Lucas stole her away.

That night, Lucas sent me several explicit bedroom photos.

"I'm interested in her because you're interested in her," Lucas had said. "But your taste is truly garbage. For your first girlfriend, you chose such mediocre goods."

I knew Lucas wasn't actually into Sophia. He just wanted to steal everything I liked, even if he'd discard it later. He didn't want me to have anything.

Since childhood, he'd been jealous that my arrival stole all our parents' love. So anything I liked, he'd find a way to take it for himself.

It was like that with toys when we were little, with nice clothes, and now with the girls I dated.

"My taste wasn't great before, but this time, I'm dating someone high quality," I said, my eyes filled with infatuation.

Lucas looked intrigued by my expression. "Oh really? I find it hard to believe your definition of 'high quality.' When can you introduce us?"

"She's coming to meet me soon."

Just as I finished speaking, I saw Isabella appear at the caf entrance. I smiled and said, "There, that's my girlfriend."

She wore a white blouse and had a slender figure. A silver necklace adorned her neck, and she exuded a lazy, carefree aura.

Compared to Sophia, this kind of woman gave off an uncontrollable vibe. I was obsessed with women like her, and so was Lucas.

He loved making all sorts of women fall for him, and he especially loved stealing my girlfriends.

I saw Lucas's eyes noticeably brighten. He looked Isabella up and down several times before finally curling his lips meaningfully.

I was all too familiar with that expression of his. It meant he had his sights set on his prey.

The more carefree and unrestrained a woman was, the more she aroused a man's desire to conquer her. When Lucas saw that from the moment Isabella entered, her eyes were only on me, he got even more excited.

I frowned in displeasure.

The reason I dared to bring Isabella to meet Lucas was because I trusted her character. I'd known her for two years, and she was never the type to be seduced by good looks. Emotionally, she was a very loyal woman.

But looking at Lucas's flirtatious eyes and demeanor, I felt a bit uncertain.

Lucas knew exactly how to manipulate women. Take Sophia for example - she was so cool and aloof at school, but she became wild and flushed with desire when she was with Lucas.

I held Isabella's hand, and she smiled at me tenderly.

I firmly believed I hadn't misjudged her.

Before leaving, Lucas kept his eyes fixed intently on Isabella.

I observed Isabella's expression. She seemed completely oblivious to Lucas, her attention fully focused on me.

After we left the caf, I accompanied Isabella to the sports field.

She had plans to play badminton with some friends, while I sat on the sidelines holding her jacket and watching.

Isabella exuded a uniquely feminine charm. Her aura was completely different from Sophia's - she was bold and uninhibited, like the June sun, bringing joy to those around her.

Being with Isabella was actually the result of my careful planning.

On the first day of college, I had noticed Isabella. At the time, she saw a guy taking advantage of the crowded hallway to grope a girl. Isabella immediately pinned the guy to the ground and beat him up.

I still remember she was wearing a black t-shirt that day, with a silver necklace around her neck. She had her jacket slung casually over one shoulder as she walked past me with an indifferent expression.

My first impression was that she was carefree and rebellious, with an innate bad girl vibe that deeply attracted me.

Lucas had taught me that women like her were usually harder to pursue. Pestering them didn't work - the key was using the right approach.

Throughout freshman year, I didn't make any aggressive moves. I just tried to become a familiar face to her. Sophomore year, I started messaging her frequently and occasionally asking her to hang out.

To understand her likes and interests, I did a lot of research. Gradually, we started chatting more and more, eventually progressing to daily good morning and goodnight texts. The flirting intensified to the extreme, and we were just one step away from a relationship.

My agreement to be Sophia's fake boyfriend to ward off other guys was what finally broke through that last barrier.

That night when Isabella called me out with red-rimmed eyes, demanding to know why I was with another girl, I knew my strategy of playing hard to get had worked.

When Sophia was stolen by Lucas, it was the perfect opportunity for Isabella and me to get together.

She was an excellent girlfriend. In the month we'd been dating, she fulfilled the role to the utmost. Even my roommates said they never imagined a girl like Isabella could be so devoted when she fell in love.

Of course, I believed in Isabella's feelings for me. But I didn't know if she could resist the temptation of a mature man like Lucas.

A cheer erupted from the crowd - Isabella had scored another winning shot.

After spiking the final point, she walked towards me. The sunlight shone on her, giving her smile a golden glow.

Isabella grinned and said, "Bored of waiting? I'll treat you to something delicious later."

I smiled brightly back. "Sounds good."

We held hands as we walked along the edge of the sports field. The warm light shone on us, and I could feel the gentle pressure of her hand in mine.

I wished this moment could last forever.

As I had expected, Lucas finally made his move.

Recently, Lucas had been coming to campus to see me much more frequently than before.

Isabella would come to my dorm every day to walk me to breakfast, attend classes together, and go on dates.

But lately, several times when I went downstairs, I saw Lucas waiting with Isabella. From a distance, Lucas was smiling brightly. Though Isabella's expression remained neutral, she occasionally responded to him.

Lucas seemed oblivious to his third wheel status, forcibly inserting himself into Isabella and my world.

One day, Lucas suddenly invited me to dinner and specifically asked me to bring Isabella.

I knew what he was up to, but I still asked Isabella to come with me.

When Isabella and I arrived, Lucas was already waiting in the private room.

He looked like he had dressed up carefully. Was his intention really that obvious?

I brought Isabella because I had my own agenda. I wanted to see if she could resist the temptation of a man like Lucas.

"Isabella, I heard you're amazing at badminton. Could you teach me sometime?" Lucas asked in his magnetic voice.

Isabella replied flatly, "If you really want to learn, you should find a coach."

Lucas was clearly dissatisfied with Isabella's attitude, but it seemed to excite him even more.

"Finding a coach is such a hassle. You're my brother's girlfriend, so why can't I just ask you?"

I stirred my soup with a spoon, listening to Isabella's cold voice beside me.

"You know very well I'm your brother's girlfriend. It's inappropriate."

Seeing Lucas's visibly paled expression, I could barely hold back my laughter.

Lucas rarely struck out with women. Aside from that one time five years ago, this was probably only the second time.

I must have been smiling too obviously, because Lucas shot me an annoyed glare. My hand slipped and I said, "Oops, I dropped my fork."

With that, I immediately bent down to pick it up.

They clearly didn't have time to react. In the split second I lowered my head, I still saw Lucas's foot that he hadn't managed to pull back in time.

Yes, just moments ago when I wasn't paying attention, Lucas had stretched his foot towards Isabella, even between her legs...

Isabella hadn't refused.

Was it because she didn't have time to, or because she didn't want to refuse?

My mind was in turmoil.

We finished the meal lost in our own thoughts. Isabella went out to take a phone call while I waited by the door. Lucas came out after paying the bill and looked at me.

"Your current girlfriend has pretty slim legs. I approve."

I froze, not yet grasping the meaning of his words, when I saw him start to smile.

My heart suddenly felt empty, as if all the blood in my body had congealed.

A hand reached out from behind and took mine. She immediately noticed my dazed state. "What's wrong? You seem unhappy. You were distracted all through dinner."

I opened my mouth, wanting to ask her why she didn't refuse Lucas. But the words that came out were, "Do you find a man like my brother more attractive, or me..."

"Ethan." She gripped my hand tightly, her starry eyes fixed on me as she said each word clearly, "To me, you are unique. You don't need to compare yourself to anyone."

Her sincere and passionate words struck me right in the heart. I was moved.

Yes, just moved. I didn't love her.

Isabella walked me to the entrance of my dorm building and hugged me for a long time. Only after watching me go upstairs did she leave.

But I didn't return to my room. After she left, I followed her.

She walked along the main road for a while before suddenly stopping.

At the end of the road stood a man.

It was Lucas.

I had to admit, he was truly handsome - the kind of handsome that was hard for any man to forget after just one glance.

Under the dim streetlights, their silhouettes gradually intertwined. They stood together, talking about something I couldn't hear.

My girlfriend was meeting my brother behind my back.

I didn't know what would happen between them later, nor did I want to care. Because my goal had already been achieved.

Every step had gone according to my plan.

Isabella falling for me, Lucas making his move, and now Isabella was likely taking the bait.

Thinking of that person's delicate features, I couldn't help but get excited.

Soon, I would be able to see you.

Lucas's tactics were even more skillful than I had imagined.

I could clearly sense Isabella's recent distraction. She used to want to spend every meal with me, but now she barely even initiated conversations.