I was Reincarnated as the Villainess's Older Brother, but it seems My Sister is Obsessed With Me. And for Some Reason, the Male Love Interests are also Doting On Me.(BL) - Chapter 1

“My life is unbelievably dull.”

Once again, my boss scolded me, and once again, I stayed late working overtime. Every day is just an endless loop, repeating itself over and over. Physically and mentally drained, my vision starts to blur.

“Oh, crap—stairs—”

Before I can react, my consciousness slips away as I tumble down.

Well, that’s game over for me. My life wasn’t just ordinary—it was below average. I was nothing more than a corporate drone.

I wonder if I’ll go to heaven. I don’t think I’ve done anything terrible… probably.

Oh, but I once heard that dying before your parents automatically sends you to hell. I really hope that’s not true—I hate pain.

With those final thoughts, everything goes black.

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“Is this hell?”

When I open my eyes, I find myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling—an opulent canopy, shimmering like a night sky. Beneath me is the softest, fluffiest bed I’ve ever felt.

“I survived? Damn, I must be harder to kill than I thought.”

But where am I?

A luxurious chandelier hangs overhead, and the furniture looks ridiculously expensive. Is this some kind of VIP hospital suite? Where’s the nurse call button?

As I search around, I spot a small bell on a nearby table.

“Maybe this is how you call someone?”

Chime—

“How may I assist you?”

Almost instantly, a man in a butler’s uniform appears.

“Uh… which hospital is this?”

“What are you saying, my lord? This is your personal chamber, Lord Clive.”

“……”

“C-Could it be… did you hit your head too hard?”

“My head? Well, yeah, I guess I did. But… who’s Clive?”

“I’ll call the doctor immediately!”

With that, the man rushes out of the room in a panic.

More importantly, what’s with his outfit? Some kind of elaborate cosplay? Then again, with a face like that, I bet he’s insanely popular with women.

As I process the situation, my gaze lands on a mirror across the room. On impulse, I walk over and take a look.

“Oh, hello there.”

I find myself greeting the child staring back at me.

Wait.

A child?

Wait, what?

—That’s me?!

“Huh? Who the hell is this? I don’t recognize this face at all!”

The reflection shows a boy with silky chestnut hair and striking sky-blue eyes. His features are well-balanced but not particularly outstanding—just a completely average, middle-of-the-road face.

Did I… get plastic surgery?

Is that it?

I remember reading a story once about someone who got into a terrible accident and, since they had the chance, opted for a full makeover.

Could that be what happened to me…?

I let out a sigh, wondering if my parents had disliked my face that much.

No, no, no—there’s no way this is just plastic surgery. My eye color has changed, and my entire body is smaller. That’s not how this works.

Knock, knock, knock.

As I struggle to process my thoughts, the door creaks open.

Standing there is a young girl with dazzling silver hair so smooth it almost shimmers, and eyes as clear and blue as aquamarine gemstones.

…An angel!

Wait, does this mean I’m actually in heaven?

“Brother, are you alright? I’m so sorry—it’s all my fault.”

Brother? So, she’s my sister?

An angel like her… is my sister?

God, Buddha, and all the deities above—what did I do in my past life to deserve this?

I’ve always wanted a little sister like this!

But… we look nothing alike.

My face isn’t ugly, but it’s painfully average—completely unremarkable, the definition of a background character. Meanwhile, this girl is on a whole other level. The difference between us is like night and day, heaven and earth.

This has to be a prank. Any second now, I’ll hear the telltale jingle of a hidden camera reveal.

“Brother? Do you not recognize me? It’s me, Fiona.”

“Uh… my sister?”

“Yes! You don’t hate me, do you?”

Ugh…

She gazes up at me with teary, pleading eyes, and I swear I feel my ribs crack from the sheer force of her cuteness.

“There’s no way I could ever hate you.”

Honestly, if there’s a man out there who could hate such an adorable little sister, I’d seriously question his sanity.

Fiona sighs in relief.

“I’m so glad. If you ever hated me, I wouldn’t be able to go on living.”

No, no, no—if she looks at me like that and says something so dramatic, I might actually die from happiness. I could leave this world with no regrets.

As we talk, there’s another knock at the door.

Here it comes. Someone’s going to walk in with a big sign and yell, “Surprise! You’ve been pranked!”

“Pardon the intrusion. I have brought the doctor.”

“Wait, this isn’t over yet?!”

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“He did hit his head, but there’s no immediate danger to his life. However, it seems the impact may have caused some memory loss.”

Hearing this, Fiona anxiously asks, “Will he recover?”

“It’s hard to say, but for now, he seems confused. I recommend he gets some rest.”

“Understood. Brother, please rest well.”

“O-Okay…”

How long is this farce going to continue?

I’m getting tired of this, so I decide to ask the butler quietly.

“Hey… when does this end?”

“Pardon?”

“This prank. I’ll give you a big reaction, so let’s wrap it up already.”

“Uh… ah, yes. I see. Lady Fiona must be tired as well. Perhaps you should rest in your room until dinner?”

“Yes, I think I will.”

With a sweet smile, Fiona waves at me before leaving the room with the doctor.

The butler must have thought I wanted the doctor gone.

“Wait, no! That’s not what I meant! Is this thing never-ending?!”

The butler looks at me with a troubled expression.

I get it now.

Deep down, I already knew.

That this wasn’t just some elaborate prank.

I just didn’t want to believe it—because that would mean accepting that I really did die.

Which means… I’ve been reincarnated.

That explains why my body is so small.

But if this is reincarnation, why do I still have memories of my past life while having none from this one?

For now, I need to gather some information.

“Um… my memory is a little hazy. Could you tell me about this country, my family, and anything else important?”

The butler looks at me with a mixture of concern and hesitation.

“Lord Clive…”