Chapter 1 : The Nude Model

Carter Mellon is a nude model, and a regular one at that. If the designer he worked for wasn''t such a jerk, forcing him into all sorts of R18 poses, he might have been able to live a decent life, striving for success, and embracing his true love! But as it stands, it''s all just a pipe dream. Faced with a shameless, characterless, and eccentric designer, Carter could only think, "Damn, I''m screwed!"

This all started about half a month ago...

Carter''s face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and even his usually rosy lips were turning white. He was curled up on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts, his hands clutching his crotch in pain, looking like he was in agony. Anyone who didn''t know better might think his manhood was broken!

When his roommate, Timothy Douglas, pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was Carter''s sexy little butt sticking up in the air, legs tightly clenched, and his smooth, fair upper body looking like it was dusted with pearl powder, as white as jade. Those slender arms propped between his legs were especially enticing.

If you ignored the ''Help me, bro'' expression on his face, this body was quite a sight, enough to make Timothy drool. After all, Carter was known as the beauty in their friend circle.

Carter was fair, flirtatious, and endlessly silly, always talking too much. In short, he was a sweet, naive fool.

So naive it was cute.

So fair he glowed.

So sweet it was sickening.

These were Carter''s key traits.

But Timothy wasn''t interested in this little flirt during his time of the month. He tossed the sanitary pads he brought onto the bed and leaned against the doorframe, watching as Carter slowly grabbed the pads and shuffled to the bathroom, a hint of blood showing on the back of his shorts.

Leaking again...

Timothy was speechless.

"Why do you always leak?" The handsome young man couldn''t help but tease.

Carter frowned awkwardly, half-angry, half-pouting, "How should I know!"

"Leaking is one thing, but getting it on the sheets?" Timothy stared unabashedly at Carter''s butt. "And you always make me wash them. Am I your boyfriend?"

"...," Carter''s face turned red with embarrassment, and he snapped back, "You''re my brother! What''s wrong with helping me out?"

Timothy raised his hand in a gesture that clearly said, "You have no shame."

Carter: "..." This brother must be fake! He must have been picked up from the trash!

As for why Carter, a ''boy,'' had a period, only Carter himself knew. As Carter''s childhood friend, Timothy was probably the only person besides Carter''s family who knew about his condition. His fair and pretty little friend was born with female parts. How did Timothy find out? Well, it''s a bit embarrassing. He discovered it when he lifted Carter''s skirt when they were kids...

Timothy was definitely shocked at the time, but compared to him, little Carter, who had his skirt lifted and his panties pulled down, was even more scared. The poor kid cried for a long time, and it took Timothy hours to calm him down! (In the end, it took two lollipops to make him stop crying) (So proud!)

Carter was three years younger than Timothy and was forced by his parents to call him "brother" since they were kids. This habit stuck, and even now, whenever Carter saw Timothy, he would jump up and call him "brother" without a hint of embarrassment, which others found super cute!

But to Timothy, it was... super embarrassing!

Nineteen years old and still calling him "brother"!