**Version 1: Focusing on Inner Conflict and Counterattack** His lips, like a branding iron, burned, brutally pressing against my skin. I gasped, the wild beast long suppressed in my chest stirring, *tonight was it.* "I've waited too long, little sister." Chris's hoarse voice whispered in my ear, laden with undeniable aggression. "Tonight, I'm taking your virginity." A forbidden, yet thrilling current instantly spread through my body, until— “Bang!” A pillow, carried by the wind, slammed hard into my face. "Jenny, wake up! What the hell are you doing?" My dream shattered into a thousand shards of glass. Through blurry vision, Chris's bare upper body stung my eyes. He was like an enraged lion, storming around my room. "Natalie's fuming, I had to get out of her place at five to deal with your mess, move it!" Me, wearing glasses, in my pajamas, the "virgin" Jenny he always called me, had once again become Chris's inconvenient, useless stepsister. He condescendingly offered, as if my work was a degradation. "I don't want your filthy money!" I gritted my teeth, a bitter taste rising from deep in my throat. It wasn't the pain of shattered pride, but a deeper, thorough humiliation of being negated by him. "I earn my own keep! Not like you, a young master born with a silver spoon, everything comes so easily to you!" Later, at the beach volleyball training camp, Chris was the dazzling sun, and Natalie, his beautiful yet poisonous vine, clung tightly to his arm. I, in my brand-new cleaner's uniform, felt like an invisible person, enduring every scornful glance they cast. "Your mom married into wealth, and you still have to sweep floors?" One of Natalie's friends taunted sweetly, her words like needles. "Did your mom not share the money she 'slept' for with you?" At that moment, the blood in my veins froze, then instantly boiled. Rage broke through the cage of reason. I glared at Natalie, every word like a poisoned bullet: "You! Play volleyball? You'll only just like your mom, bend over for some sugar daddy, so your dad can get sponsorship from Chris's dad!" The air froze. Natalie's fake smile cracked inch by inch, leaving only the cold, malicious light erupting from her eyes. "What do you know, bitch. My parents are the biggest volleyball equipment retailers, I'll have you thrown out of this training camp immediately!" --- **Version 2: Emphasizing Contrast and External Perspective** His lips were like fire, burning in the hollow of my neck. Hot skin pressed together, every inch screaming primal desire. Jenny trembled. This wasn't a dream. *This was the night of judgment she had long awaited.* "I've waited too long, little sister." Chris's voice was low and hoarse, with an irresistible dominance, "Tonight, everything about you is mine." A crisp sound shattered this sinful yet sweet illusion. "Jenny, wake up! What the hell are you doing?" My glasses hung crookedly on my face, the world twisted. Chris's annoying naked upper body, as if a remnant of the dream, or perhaps reality's mockery. He stamped his foot, impatiently urging: "My darling Natalie is waiting at the door at five, you'd better hurry up!" I, an "old maid" wearing old glasses and crumpled pajamas, in his eyes, was forever just that inconvenient stepsister. He threw wads of cash at me, condescendingly claiming he'd "support" me, as if the dignity of my work was worthless. "I don't want your charity!" I abruptly stood up, my body trembling slightly with anger, "I earn my own worth! Not like you, a good-for-nothing sheltered by family!" The scorching seaside sun illuminated Chris's healthy tan skin; he was like Adonis stepped out of Greek mythology. And Natalie, like a meticulously sculpted porcelain doll, now nestled lazily beside him, every glance carrying the arrogance of a victor. I, in my brand-new cleaning uniform, on the scorching sand, felt like an incongruous stain. "Oh, Jenny, didn't your mom marry into a rich family? Why are you still sweeping yourself?" Natalie's friends gathered around, their feigned concern laced with blades. "Did your mom 'serve' a rich man and not give you a little 'hardship fee'?" Natalie covered her mouth with a soft laugh, her gaze contemptuously sweeping over my cheap uniform. Something in my head exploded with a "bang." The string of reason snapped completely. "You useless parasites who only breathe through men!" I shrieked at Natalie, my voice hoarse with rage, "What kind of volleyball expert are you? You can't even see the ball's trajectory! Your mom's the real expert, isn't she, trading her body to Chris's dad for your family's sponsorship?" Natalie's smile froze instantly, and in her beautiful eyes, a chilling, bloodthirsty glint flashed. "Bitch, you just wait. My parents are gods in the entire volleyball world, do you really think you can stay in this training camp?" Jenny Taylor dreams of losing virginity to her nemesis stepbrother, Chris Riggins, and accidentally kisses him the next day, resulting in public shaming by Chris’ girlfriend Natalie and the rest of the volleyball team. However, Chris suddenly becomes caring and considerate, defending Jenny every step of the way. Could this actually be the start of a taboo relationship?