I Became My Former Fiancé's Rut Partner

“Take it off.” “…What?” “The knit you’re wearing, the pants, and even the underwear underneath. Everything. Take it all off.” “What do you….” I froze for a moment, wondering if I had heard correctly. My brother—who hadn't even bothered with a greeting—had just said that. If I had heard him correctly, what was I supposed to do? As my eyes wavered in anxiety, he met my gaze and tilted his head. “Ah, you can keep your socks on. Personally, I find that hot.” Having said that, he laughed lightly, looking for all the world like some neighborhood thug. “I was worried that if you’d been around the block too much, you might be inedible.” “…I’ve never, done that.” “Fortunately, you don’t look...