Chapter 1

My older sister, Seraphina, had a twisted obsession with cleanliness. She wouldn't let any man touch me.

Once, while shopping, I accidentally got bumped from behind by a man.

She declared my clothes dirty, ripped them off me on the spot, leaving me in just my underwear, mortified under the gazes of strangers. I wanted to die of shame.

At a dinner party, the man I’d secretly admired asked me to dance.

The moment my hand slipped into his, Seraphina stormed over, snatched my hand away, screaming it was 'dirty' from a man's touch.

She grabbed a steel wool and dish soap right there, scrubbing my hand mercilessly.

She scrubbed until my skin peeled off, leaving me in excruciating pain and utter embarrassment.

Yet, she kept claiming she was doing it "for my own good."

I became depressed and withdrawn, locking myself in my room, terrified to step outside.

Later, Seraphina was defiled by a homeless man. I thought she would feel 'dirty' herself.

But to my shock, she declared herself innocent, saying she would forgive the homeless man because he was 'pitiable.'

She even invited him over, sleeping with him in her room.

She got pregnant, but used my name for the abortion, then spread rumors that *I* had slept with the homeless man and gotten an abortion.

Mom and Dad returned from overseas, called me a disgrace, and beat the life out of me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.

Seraphina, this time, it’s my turn to teach *you* about 'cleanliness'…