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Luo Bingge stared at the screen that seemed to mock him, the image of a man with similar looks to himself wearing an apron with nothing under, those fuckass muscles only making a vein in his temple throb. He was sitting in the back of his Mercedes Benz, scrolling through the internet and intending to find maybe a few hot girls on his page UNTIL a suggested social media account caught his attention and he clicked it, expecting a security breach or a virus (may sound dumb but he was terribly bored, anything went). Actually, maybe that would have been better than the horrors he saw, a 4k high-resolution image of his younger brother, Luo Bingmei, he thought he was in a fever dream.
Did he… find his brother’s secret Onlyfans account? What a way to start the day.
The horror on the screen would now haunt him forever. Bingmei was draped over a kitchen counter—HIS MARBLE COUNTER—looking all submissive, wearing a black frilly, laced apron with laces cinching and emphasizing that slender yet strong waist. His wide chest area was dusted with flour, though that bib area was straining to hold all of that together. Luo Bingge looked away, his chest burning, not from brotherly love, but from the sheer disgust and bile he wanted to throw up, holy shit this is revolting. This guy had his legs spread. All of a sudden he didn’t think living was worth it anymore. The marble counter had flour and oil spilled, breaking his heart knowing he spent money for it.
“He’s using my fucking shit for his whorish activities,” he whispered to himself, the driver must have caught it but didn’t say anything. “THIS BASTARD!” Luo Bingge was just about to throw his phone, when he remembered that this would only prove Mobei-Jun’s comment that he had anger issues and broke things too much. Begrudgingly he looked back, scrolling down to comments and yep, meeting the viewers who actually enjoyed this kind of content.
User1: this is so fucking hot omfg, if only I had a maid like this 🤤🤤
Hot_t0pic11: 👙⬇️💦 🥵
User2: I need this guy tied up under my christmas tree!! ASAP!
Peerless_Cucumber: mb get back to work instead
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Bingpup: only if you watch shizun! 😚
No way what he had ordered from the Carrara region of the Apuan Alps was being used for his little brother’s secret onlyfans. Is this really what he did when he was home alone…?
The name of the post was… not amusing. Home Alone and Made a Mess! Oops 🥹😉(FOR SHIZUN)
“Tch, damn gays,” Luo Bingge scoffed, turning the phone off and dropping it next to him. Satisfaction rose within him when he realised that he could just expose Luo Bingmei during dinner, watch that crybaby feel shame and crawl back to his room and never come out. “Maybe it’s not all bad.”
What’s worse than having your Onlyfans exposed?
Since the car ride was ten minutes, he picked up his corrupted phone and began to get productive. He clicked on Bingmei’s account, screenshotting every last video and image while stifling back a laugh and the urge to vomit. He made sure to crop the most jaw-dropping ‘sexy’ photos, he needed to go full on if he wanted the revenge he rightfully deserved.
Zhuzhi-Lang placed the plates down, making sure to arrange them perfectly. Tianlang-jun was glued to a new romance novel he found, looking too hot for a man with three grown sons. Luo Bingzu sat with effortless grace, looking at his tired reflection in the red wine with a bored expression. Luo Bingmei looked like the picture-perfect description of a good boy, wearing an oversized sweater, the average fit seen on angelic men who were brought down with the face made to seduce yet the heart too fragile to keep.
The atmosphere of this family was already tight but then Luo Bingge entered the dining room with destruction just at his fingertips. He had a smile far too sharp, why would he even have anything to smile at? He took a seat between Luo Bingmei and Luo Bingzu, in front of Zhuzhi lang.
Tianlang-Jun noticed first, closing his book and grinning, leaning forward with interest. “What’s got you smiling?” Luo Bingge knew if you wanted to spread embarrassment and gossip, it was through his father. This guy went to book clubs for those old people, made up mostly of nice women and shared every drop of information he heard, and so on. “Well father, it’s nothing. Just the usual, found a new girl.”
He turned his face to Luo Bingmei, his gaze darkening, “say didi, what have you been up to?”
Luo Bingmei’s hand stilled on his spoon, his long eyelashes downturned, casting shadows over his cheeks. “I… I was studying,” he said quietly, his tone pitiful. “And making rolls for tonight.”
Luo Bingge looked at his own plate with the fluffy white rolls that his brother allegedly made, a surge of nausea kicking in. He pushed the plate away from himself, losing any form of hunger for the night. Disgusting. Forget about eating, he’ll go to sleep with an empty stomach or just make something quick to eat. “Right,” he said slowly, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He unlocked his phone, found his photos album labelled ‘HIS DOWNFALL 🎉’ and stood up, holding it out for everyone to see.
Luo Bingzu didn’t bother to stop him, whirling wine with disinterest and the apathy of a man who had seen it all. He knew the two brothers never got along, he looked at the two. Sit back and watch, not everything needed a reaction.
Tianlang-jun’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting high resolution pictures of his youngest son. He looked at Luo Bingmei and back at the screen, though he did not seem the least bit horrified. In fact, it almost seemed he found something knew to tell his book club at the next meet-up.
“Oh,” he hummed, his voice airy and filled with curiosity. “Bingmei, where did you get inspiration to use the kitchen counter? The flour spilled on your chest is a nice touch.”
Luo Bingge couldn’t believe it. This father of his… “Father he is literally naked—ok, half naked—on the kitchen counter I replaced! That is Carrara imported marble that he is using! That isn’t even the worst image! Like this one, IN MY ROOM!”
Zhuzhi-Lang, ever the best cousin, looked as if he had a few words to say—NOTHING ABOUT THAT SEEMED TO SAY DISGUST OR SHOCK—studying the image. The cinched waist, the black apron with spilled white, the messy background, the expression on Luo Bingmei’s face. “Your performance has gotten better,” he attempted to compliment. “Try using finer grain next time”
“Stop giving him tips!” Luo Bingge snapped, was he the only sane person in this house!? He turned to Luo Bingzu, “don’t tell me you fucking knew about this.”
Luo Bingzu put down his glass, finally looking at the screen with a resigned look. He looked at it for a minute, his eyes narrowing as if he’d seen problems with the image. Luo Bingge did not know why his heart sped up with anticipation, thinking at least someone other than himself would have some kind of negative reaction. Luo Bingmei covered his face, looking like he wanted to bury himself right then and there.
“The lighting is flat,” the oldest brother finally said. “If you’re going to disgrace the family, at least use better quality materials. That apron is so low quality, it looks like it’s going to rip. I’ll send you a link to a tailor I know.”
Bingmei’s head snapped up, his eyes shimmering with tears, not fake crocodile tears but real panicked ones. “Dage.. I..”
“And you,” Luo Bingzu turned his attention to Luo Bingge, a faint smirk perking up at his lips. “Why were you on the site anyway? Looking at hot girls on a Monday when you just hooked up yesterday? How desperate.”
Luo Bingge did not think someone would ask him where he found it from, thinking for an excuse and picking the first that came to mind. “I-It was a suggested link!” he hissed, feeling trapped rather than the intended person he wanted to ruin. “The point is this bastard is a degenerate! He’s selling himself to middle-aged gay men!”
All of a sudden the whole attention went to him. Luo Bingge stood there, arm stretched and almost having a stroke. Luo Bingmei’s images were displayed on his phone, all in disgusting outfits and yet, he’s the one being interrogated!?
“Do you all not understand the issue!? This scandal will cause the downfall of everything we own! Everything we stand for! All because this… thing decided to spread his legs on the internet.”
“Oh hush,” Tianlang jun waved a hand dismissively. “What’s the difference between your activities and his?”
“I’m straight! That’s what! I do not post pictures of myself jerking off and begging to cum!”
“Actually,” Luo Bingzu interjected, raising a brow. “You do send pictures to girls though.”
Luo Bingmei burst into tears, burying his face in his hands. “I-I just wanted to impress shizun,” he wailed into his palms, “I didn’t think gege would go looking for me! He’s obsessed!”
Zhuzhi Lang sat there awkwardly, taking a roll and eating while the three brothers fought, Tianlang jun not even trying to calm the situation and instead feeding off the drama. “Oh this is getting good,” he laughed, elbowing Zhuzhi lang who nodded stiffly. “Just like the male leads in My Husband Cheated On Me Now I Have Three Boyfriends Who Love Love Love Me.”
“OBSESSED!?” Luo Bingge’s voice cracked. “I WAS LOOKING FOR WOMEN! TITS! LADY PARTS! NOT YOU BENT OVER DOING GOD KNOWS WHATEVER THE HELL WHAT! I’M A VICTIM OF YOUR HOMOSEXUAL CONTENT!!”
Luo Bingzu, as the eldest, knew this was one of those times where he could not just sit around and wait it out, so he stood up and took the phone, his crimson eyes scanning the HIS DOWNFALL 🎉 album with clinical judgement in his gaze.
“You made an album?” He asked. “How… amusing, making an album to stare on your brother’s thighs and chest. What a hobby.”
“I was gathering evidence!”
“You look at his most provocative images,” Luo Bingzu handed back the phone with pity. He looked at Bingmei and sighed, “didi don’t cry. It was just messy. Put protective film on the counter next time.”
Luo Bingmei wiped away his tears, slowly lifting his head with wide eyes. “You… you aren’t mad Dage?”
“The only thing to be mad about is your low subscription rating,” he replied dryly. “Value yourself more, increase the price. And…” he looked at Luo Bingge who looked like he was just one more sentence away from flipping the table and breaking every piece of furniture in the penthouse. “If you’re so worried about the family legacy, stop looking for ‘hot girls’ on a site not fully for pornography while you’re in the company car.”
That was it. “I’M THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN THiS FUCKED UP FAMILY!” Luo Bingge screamed, throwing his chair back a bit too far that it hit the wall. “EVERYONE IN THiS FUCKING FAMILY IS A DEGENERATE! YOU ALL ARE BATSHIT CRAZY! I’VE HAD IT SHARING A PENTHOUSE WITH YOU ALL! I’M LEAVING! SOMEWHERE THAT ACTUALLY HAS STAINLESS STEEL COUNTERS! AND I’M TAKING XIN MO WITH ME!”
He stormed out, throwing his phone on the floor in the hallway. Let Mobei-Jun be right, that was the least of his problems.
Tianlang-jun picked a roll, “he’s so overdramatic. Taking the python with him?”
Luo Bingzu shrugged, picking up his wine glass and taking a sip. Upstairs they could hear crashing and tearing, plus a few yells and slurs being muffled by the walls. “Should we stop him?” Zhuzhi Lang asked, everyone shook their heads. Luo Bingmei sniffled, “ge’s mean…”
“Who’s going to tell him Mobei-Jun is gay,” Tianlang Jun asked, Luo Bingzu bit back a laugh. So much for being the average straight male, Luo Bingge would obviously go to Mobei-Jun’s house after this.
“Let him find out for himself since he likes discovering secrets so much.”