I Said Small Was Fine... What? You Don't Have Any?

After that, I tried on my sister's clothes several more times, but naturally, not a single one fit.

Clothes that fit my sister perfectly turned into crop tops when I wore them, and each time, my sister's expression grew darker and darker.

Though it was all to satisfy Mom's desires, if my sister kept trying on clothes like this, it would deal a devastating blow to her lofty pride.

I barely managed to calm Mom, who was burning with desire, then walked over and patted my sister on the back.

"It's okay, Sis. Small can be fine. There are plenty of people in the world who like small ones."

"You... Do you really want to die?"

"No, why are you getting angry even when I'm trying to comfort you? This is why you don't have a boyfriend!"

"Just die, you bitch!"

My sister furiously brought the edge of her hand down on my head, and I grimaced as though my skull had been split in half.

Damn, that hurt like hell...