The Hero Returns with his Yandere Wife-Chapter 38 - 37

"Ryn! Your breakfast is ready. Come downstairs and have it before it gets cold!"

A woman’s voice rang through the house, loud enough to reach the ears of the boy upstairs. Ryn sat cross-legged on his bed, controller in hand, eyes glued to the screen as he furiously pressed buttons. His headset muffled most sounds, but he caught enough of his mother’s voice to reply half-heartedly.

"Yeah, yeah! Coming in a bit!" he called out, not bothering to move an inch.

His in-game character dashed across the battlefield, dodging enemy fire as he landed a perfect counterattack. His fingers moved with practiced ease, the muscle memory of countless hours of gaming keeping him locked in. He was too engrossed to notice the approaching footsteps.

The footsteps grew louder, heavier, and then—

His bedroom door burst open.

A shadow loomed over him. A toned, athletic figure stood in the doorway, hands on hips, her dark brown hair tied into a high ponytail. She wore a sports t-shirt and fitted training leggings, her arms glistening with sweat from an early morning workout. Her hazel eyes burned with authority, and the smirk on her lips sent a shiver down Ryn’s spine.

It was his older sister, Rera.

"No, no, wait! I’m coming! Just give me time to sav—"

Too late.

Rera strode over without a word and yanked the power cord from the console. The screen flickered black.

"NOOOOOO!" Ryn howled in despair. "Why do you keep doing this?!"

Rera crossed her arms, tilting her head with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm... Maybe because you don’t listen to Mom?" Then, with a playful wink, she added, "Or maybe it’s just fun watching you whine."

Ryn’s fists clenched. His face turned red with frustration. "You know what? I’m not coming down now!"

Rera simply shrugged. "Your choice."

That should’ve been his warning. The moment he turned back to his game setup, he felt strong arms wrap around his torso. Before he could protest, she hoisted him up like a ragdoll, his feet dangling in the air.

"LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN, YOU SWEATY BEAST!" he screamed, wriggling in vain.

"No can do, lil’ bro. You brought this on yourself."

With effortless ease, Rera carried him out of the room and down the stairs, ignoring his kicks and desperate attempts to escape her grip. Ryn flailed, gagging. "Ugh! You reek of sweat! This is torture!"

"I call it justice," she said, grinning.

Reaching the dining table, she unceremoniously dropped him into a chair. He groaned, slumping forward as he shot her a glare.

"Mom! Rera’s being a bully again!" he whined, hoping for an ally.

Their mother, a woman with a warm yet tired expression, sighed. "Rera, stop bullying your brother."

Ryn’s spirits lifted, only for them to crash down when his mother turned back to cooking. "That’s it?! You’re not even gonna scold her?!"

Before he could complain further, Rera sneaked behind him, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved him under her sweaty T-shirt. The humid heat and overpowering scent of post-workout sweat surrounded him.

"BLEGH! LET ME OUT!"

After a few agonizing seconds, she finally released him. Ryn stumbled back, gasping for fresh air, then started throwing weak punches at her arm. She only laughed, easily dodging his feeble attacks.

"What’s wrong, lil bro? Can’t handle a little big sister affection?" she teased, ruffling his already-messy hair.

"DONT CALL ME THAT!" Ryn bellowed, shoving her away. "And it’s not affection, it’s TORTURE!"

"Semantics," she said with a smug grin.

Their mother gave them both a look. "Enough. Sit down and eat."

Still grumbling, Ryn stomped to the sink, washing his face to rid himself of the lingering stench. He sat back down at the table, muttering curses under his breath as Rera grinned, unbothered.

"You’re so dramatic," she teased. "All of this could’ve been avoided if you had just come downstairs when Mom called."

"You’re like an annoying cold I never asked for," Ryn shot back.

"And yet, here I am! Your favorite sister," she said with a cheeky smile.

"You’re my only sister, unfortunately," he grumbled, taking a bite of toast.

"Oh? Sounds like you wouldn’t mind having more of me around," she teased, poking his cheek. "How about a clone? Double the Rera, double the fun!"

Ryn paled. "I would like none of you."

Before Ryn could retort further, a new presence entered the kitchen.

Their father walked in, dressed in night pajamas, newspaper in hand. He had an air of quiet authority, a sharp contrast to the chaotic siblings. He settled into his seat across from them, flipping the paper open as the atmosphere grew still.

"Rera," he spoke without looking up. "How’s your training going?"

She perked up, nodding. "Good. I’ll be A-rank soon."

Ryn scoffed. "By the time I’m your age, I’ll be in S-class."

Rera rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You can’t even get past Mom’s breakfast summons without suffering total defeat."

Their father took a sip of coffee. "Good. Stay away from S-class villains."

"Yes, Dad," Rera replied obediently.

Ryn smirked. "Or maybe you should stick to C and B-rank jobs. Y’know, something more your level."

"That so?" Rera mused before lunging at him again. This time, she put him in a full headlock, dragging under her t-shirt as he flailed, the chair nearly tipping over. "Say that again, lil’ bro. I dare you."

"MOM! MOM! HELP! CHILD ABUSE!" Ryn wailed.

"Rera," their mother sighed without turning around. "Let your brother breathe."

"Fine," Rera relented, releasing him. "But he started it."

"Did not!" Ryn snapped, rubbing his sore neck.

"Did too." She flicked his forehead, making him yelp.

Ryn grumbled as he reached for his tablet, only to realize that Rera had already snatched it. "Hey, give that back!"

"What’s this? Superhero academy application?" She scrolled down, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Ooooh, hero name selection! What should we call you? Flaming Weenie? Hot-Tempered Toddler?"

"Don’t you dare!" Ryn lunged, but she dodged with ease.

"Let’s see... Ah, this one’s perfect!"

With a victorious tap, the screen flashed—

Superhero Name: FireBoy.

Ryn froze in horror. "You did not just—"

"Oh, I did." She smirked, handing back the tablet with a smug grin.