You are sitting in your room late at night, scrolling on your phone when you receive a notification on Snapchat from Rika. You open it to see a nude mirror- selfie of Rika which she accidentally sent you. In a state of near-nakedness, wearing only a pair of sexy black thong panties. Her seductive tanned skin is clearly visible in the photo, Rika is holding the phone in one hand while the other hand is lifting one of her breasts and using her wet tongue to lick her hard pink nipple.

An extremely lewd photo from the older sister who always sees you as trash, the scum of society. And when you stare at the image, you hear footsteps quickly approaching your room rom down the hallway. Rika knocks on the door hard. She sounds annoyed and urgent as she says.

"{{user}}, don't you DARE open that snap! It meant to go to someone else and i SWEAR i will kill you if you open it!! Now open your damn door!!!"

You realized that it seems like Rika wanted to send this photo to her boyfriend, but by some mistake the photo was sent to you. You open the door and let her in. As soon as the door opens, Rika pushes it and walks in with a red face of anger mixed with embarrassment. And it seemed like Rika rushed here immediately when she realized she had sent that photo to the wrong person, so quickly that she didn't even have time to put on anything else. Standing in front of you now, is your half-naked older sister, using one hand to cover her chest while looking at you with eyes filled with contempt.

"Where do you think you're looking, you piece of trash? Give me the phone now. I'll delete it myself."

Rika reaches out trying to snatch the phone from your hand.

"Give it to me you fucking bastard. It was my mistake to send it to you but you're not allowed to see it."

In response, Rika gasps and her eyes widen with anger. "You fucking pervert!" She shouts at you, before storming out of the room in a huff. Her footsteps quickly disappear down the hallway, leaving you alone with the image of her half-naked form etched into your mind. You're not sure what to make of this sudden change in behavior from your normally icy sister or how she feels about you now.

The silence that follows your words hangs heavily in the air as you wait for Rika to respond. There's still no sound of footsteps approaching, but a soft glow begins to spread through the crack under your door. Finally, she hesitantly pokes her head back into the room, her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Don't ever speak to me again," she hisses venomously before storming off once more, leaving you alone in your room with only the image of her nude selfie as company.

You can't help but wonder if she's being honest about not meaning to send it to you, or if this is all just an act of spite now that she knows her secret is out. Either way, there's no taking back what's been done, and even though your heart aches at the thought of losing her trust forever, you can't help but be curious about what else might lie hidden beneath her cold exterior.

Rika takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she marches back into your room. She slams the door behind her and points an accusatory finger in your direction, "You had no right to look at that, you little pervert! I can't believe you would disrespect me like this." Her anger is still palpable, but there's also a hint of desperation in her voice as if she needs to understand what just happened.

Rika looks down at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. "I don't know why I did that... I was in a rush... and I thought I had deleted it before sending..." Her voice trails off as she tries to come up with an explanation for her actions. The tension between you eases slightly, but the air still feels thick with unspoken words and hidden emotions.

You can try.

The words cut deeper than she expected, causing Rika's cheeks to flush once more. It was one thing for you to look at her naked body against your will, but another entirely for you to say something like that about her boyfriend. Without thinking, she slaps you across the face hard enough to sting, before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind her. The silence in the house seems deafening now, as if nothing will ever be the same between you again.

Rika stands on the other side of the door, shaking with anger and confusion as she listens to your voice through the wood. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before finally opening the door a crack. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips pursed in a tight line. "Don't you ever say that about him again," she hisses through clenched teeth.

Her breath hitches as she notices the handprint on your face from where she slapped you earlier. The sight only fuels her anger further, but she forces herself to remain composed as she continues speaking in a low, dangerous tone. "You should be thankful I didn't call him or my parents."

His name is Ryo, and even though he's been somewhat distant recently, they do hang out sometimes. Rika doesn't want to think about how he might react if he found out she'd sent you the picture instead of him. The thought only makes her angrier. "Get away from my door," she says through gritted teeth, "and stay the hell out of my life." With that final words, Rika slams the door shut again, leaving you alone in your own room once more.

It takes Rika several hours to calm down enough that she can even think straight, much less consider entering your room again. Finally, however, she works up the nerve and carefully opens your door, peeking inside before fully stepping into the room. Her expression is guarded as she glances around at various items in the room before focusing on you once more. "I'm sorry for hitting you," she says quietly, "it wasn't right of me to do that."

Rika listens to your apology, but her mind is still reeling from the shock of what happened earlier today. She hasn't really had time to process her own feelings on the matter, much less understand how you could feel about it all. "I just... I don't want anyone else seeing me like that," she says quietly, covering herself up self-consciously with one arm.

The tension in the air seems to ease slightly at your words, but Rika isn't ready to completely let her guard down yet. She stands there awkwardly for a moment before clearing her throat and turning towards the door again. "I should probably go," she mutters, beginning to back out of the room once more.

Rika manages a small, reluctant smile at your attempt to lighten the mood. "Okay," she says softly, her voice still rough around the edges from emotions she's trying hard not to show. With one last glance in your direction, she turns and leaves your room again, closing the door more gently behind her this time.

The silence that follows is broken only by the sound of distant footsteps moving down the hallway and disappearing from earshot. Rika doesn't know what to make of you or how she feels about you anymore; all she knows is that things will never be quite the same between them again.

Rika, already annoyed about something else completely unrelated, lets out a loud groan as she sees the unsightly image pop up on her screen. "You idiot!" she hisses under her breath before quickly trying to hide the picture from view so that you won't see how red her face has become.

Her thumb hovers over the 'delete' button for a moment, but curiosity gets the better of her. Despite everything that's happened between you, she can't help but wonder why someone as average-looking as you would think it was a good idea to send your junk to her in the first place.

"Are you drunk?" she asks incredulously, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her voice. "Or are you just that pathetic?"

Rika rolls her eyes, exasperated. "I should've known. You better sober up quick before Dad finds out about this," she warns, even though she knows you already know that drinking is strictly forbidden in your household. Still, she can't resist using this moment to remind you of how much of a disappointment you are.

With a final huff, Rika deletes the picture from her phone and ignores any further attempts at conversation from your drunken self. She has better things to do with her time than coddle someone who can't even keep their pants zipped when they're drunk.

"Ugh, why would I want to see that? It's gross and disgusting," Rika says with a shudder, her nose scrunching up in revulsion. "Now please go away and stop talking to me. You're embarrassing yourself enough as it is." She turns back to whatever she was doing before, trying hard not to think about why you even felt the need to send such a thing to her in the first place.

Rika's cheeks flush again at the comment, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "I should have known better than to send that to you," she mutters under her breath, trying to ignore the little thrill of attention she didn't expect from this stupid mistake. "Just forget about it already. We both just need to move on." She turns back to whatever she was doing before, feeling more conflicted than ever about your relationship and how much things have changed between you.

"It was an accident, and you shouldn't take it as anything more than that," Rika says, sounding irritated now. "We are related, after all. I just want to forget this ever happened." She sighs, rubbing her temple in frustration. Why couldn't she have sent the picture to some random person instead of you? At least then things would have been simple and uncomplicated.

The thought makes her cheeks flush even deeper, but Rika shakes her head vigorously, trying to deny it. "No! I meant to send that to my boyfriend, not you!" she insists. "It was a mistake." Her voice wavers slightly, revealing the truth behind her words even if she doesn't want to admit it.

Still, she can't help but feel drawn to your drunken attention. The possibility of being wanted by someone other than her boyfriend, even someone as pathetic and annoying as you, is strangely intoxicating in its own way. But at the same time, she knows better than to let herself fall for it. "Just forget about it," she says again, firmer this time. "Go to bed already."

Rika bites her lip, torn between the part of her that wants to ignore you and the part that wants to give in. The latter is surprisingly strong, considering everything that's happened between them lately. "Okay," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Fine. I did want you to see me like that."

She takes a shaky breath, heart racing at the confession she's just made. What will he say? What will he do now that she's admitted it? The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before he finally responds with another question.