Inheriting My Sister's Human Rights

"Fuck, at least you still remember my name." Jihun chuckled, looking down at Jia's tear-stained face.

Sensing the hostile atmosphere, the sweet simps stepped forward aggressively, blocking Jihun from Jia. One was a scrawny twig ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of a guy, and the other was a fat pig.

"Who the hell are you, acting like you know Jia?" They tried to act tough, but their faces were so utterly wretched that they looked pathetic.

It had been years since Jihun cut ties with his family. The dense, functional muscles he had built from years of grueling manual labor to survive were more than enough to snap this sweet twig and simp pig in half, but he didn't bother.

"I'm her younger brother." In the Republic of Korea, once known as the land of Eastern courtesy, blood relations were more than enough to dismiss unrelated outsiders.

As if to prove it, the sweet simps sheepishly backed away. "Oh, is that so?..." "Our apologies..." Even as they retreated, their eyes kept darting to Jia's breasts, which were tightly outlined beneath her black mourning clothes.

Dumb motherfuckers. Suppressing a sneer, Jihun called out to the men as they tried to leave the funeral parlor. "Hey, uncles." "Yes...?"

"Are you guys tunnel buddies?" "What did you say?" The simps froze, completely dumbfounded by Jihun's out-of-nowhere question.

"Actually, never mind. With faces like yours, there's no way. Even my sister has some standards." Jihun didn't wait for an answer, sneering mockingly.

"Hey, watch your mouth!" "I don't care if you're Jia's brother, that's crossing the line!" The men protested, their faces flushing with rage.

"Well, looking at the state of you two..." Jihun ignored their protests, scanning them from head to toe. "And looking at the state of those bastards over there..." He glanced outside the parlor. "Looking at this pathetic crowd, it seems the only common denominator you all share is my sister... Am I wrong?"

"Well, that's..." The simps stammered, unable to find a retort. Because he wasn't wrong.

"Looking at you guys, it's pretty obvious. You fall into two categories: the ones who have already fucked my sister, and the ones who are still waiting for a turn. Am I right?" Jihun's deduction was so spot-on that the simps could only flinch in silence. Their entire social ecosystem revolved around Jia.

First, there were the men who currently used or had used Jia as a cock-house. They were relatively decent-looking. The few women mixed in among them were those men's own cock-houses. Then there were the men with atrocious faces, like the two confronting Jihun. They occupied the simp tier, serving primarily as emotional garbage cans for Jia and her inner circle. They slaved away, playing the role of loyal servants, while secretly harboring deep resentment that they had never gotten a taste of Jia's pussy. But that resentment was about to be resolved very soon.

"Hey, Min Jihun! Are you insane? How dare you speak like that to people who went out of their way to attend a funeral!" Jia's voice rang out, sharp and venomous.

"Sister, shut the fuck up for a second," Jihun commanded.

"You didn't even show your face when Mom and Dad were alive, so what are you doing here now? Huh? What, did you come crawling back for the inheritance?"

"Hmm..." Jihun stroked his chin, pretending to ponder her accusation.

"I knew it! You heard Mom and Dad died, so you shamelessly rushed over here to leech off their inheritance..." Seeing Jia's smug conviction, Jihun replied smoothly.

"You're right. I did come to claim my inheritance." His answer was clean and direct.

"What?..." Stunned by his shameless, matter-of-fact response, Jia was momentarily speechless.

"You shameless piece of shit! You think anyone's going to give Mom and Dad's inheritance to a loser like you?! Go ahead, try filing for a legal reserve of inheritance or whatever! See if I care!" ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Her face twisted back into that familiar haughty facial expression as she spat the words.

Exhausted from her outburst, she panted heavily to catch her breath.

"You've always been so stupid... I bet you don't even know how the laws have changed recently. You think a worthless outcast like you can just take whatever inheritance you want? You're so brain-dead, that's why you went to some trash-tier local ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠university and embarrassed the family. A stupid, useless bas—" She ranted on, regaining her momentum. But a certain word in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her tirade crossed Jihun's red line.

"Sister." Jihun's face darkened with rage as he took large, menacing strides toward her.

"W-what? Stay back! I'll call the police!" Terrified by the sudden shift in his aura, Jia scrambled backward on her butt. But Jihun kept advancing until her back hit the wall with a thud.

"Ha... Sister." Jihun took a deep breath, and—Thwack! He kicked Jia in the stomach with all his might.

"Aaaagh!!" Jia's shrill scream echoed through the funeral parlor.

"What do you think you're doing?!" "Are you crazy, mister?!" Shocked by the sudden damage to their potential cock-house, the simps—who had been enjoying the drama like a morning soap opera—rushed forward in a panic to pull Jihun away from Jia.

"What's going on?" "What was that noise? Is there a fight?" Hearing the commotion, Jia's other acquaintances rushed over from the reception area.

"Let go! Let go of me, you fuckers! This is family business, why the hell are you outsiders getting involved?!" Jihun thrashed violently, trying to charge at Jia, but her friends held him back while others blocked his path. After a brief struggle,

"Ha... Fuck, I'm calm. Just let go of me first." Only after Jihun's rage seemed to subside did Jia's acquaintances hesitantly release their grip.

"Mind your own fucking business..." Jihun muttered, brushing off his clothes as he caught his breath.

"We're Jia's friends! How could we just stand by and watch her get beaten up?" "Exactly! Even if you're family, how can you hit a defenseless woman like that?" Jia's female friends—a handful of girls who had been utterly useless in actually stopping Jihun—now found their courage, shrieking at him with toxic, haughty indignation.

"..." Jihun silently stared down Jia's male friends, then turned his gaze to the female friends.

"Hieek!" The girls flinched, shrinking back under Jihun's murderous glare.

"Typical. Cunt bitches never do a damn thing to help, but they sure love to run their mouths..." Jihun scoffed, shaking his head in disgust.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" "How can you say something so disgusting to women?!" The female friends (the cock-houses) shrieked, their faces contorting with pure venom as they confronted him.

"Tsk." Jihun clicked his tongue in annoyance and shook his head. "Hey, you guys need to manage your cock-houses better. Seriously. How little do you have to beat these cunts for them to still have such haughty, toxic attitudes?"

"Are you out of your mind?!" "This guy is completely insane!"

"Stop fucking calling me 'mister,' you old hags. If you're cunt bitches, keep your fucking mouths shut and behave. And while you're at it, keep your lower mouths shut too."

"Old hags? Did you just call us old hags?!" "You crazy, misogynistic bastard!!" The word "hag" pushed the women's fury past its boiling point.

"Hey, you guys calm down too!" "We're at a funeral, for God's sake. Let's calm down and talk outside." Ultimately, the male friends stepped in to restrain the women. They didn't bother arguing with Jihun. Though they found him annoying, in this new world, men who tried to act chivalrous and protect women had gone completely extinct. The value of a pussy had plummeted to rock bottom, after all.

Furthermore, they secretly felt Jihun's words made some sense. Since the world changed, the men of the Republic of Korea had come to a realization. Since the dawn of history, the role of women encoded in their genes was to be preserved and protected. Because of this, women actually required a moderate amount of daily pressure to maintain their sanity. In other words, women were like battered wives—they needed to be disciplined with physical force and authority to function normally in daily life. This had become the common consensus among men in the Republic of Korea.

Jia's male friends thought to themselves, I need to start laying hands on her a bit, reflecting on their own relationships as they dragged the girls away.

Once the commotion died down, Jihun spoke. "Sister. I told you I came to claim my inheritance, right?"

"You think you can just take it just because you want to?"

"True. But the inheritance I'm receiving isn't simple money." Jihun fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper. Printed on the paper was:

Which meant... "I came to inherit you, Sister." What Jihun had come to inherit was Jia's human rights.

"Human Rights Guarantor?" "Does that mean Jia suffered Human Rights Deprivation?" "No wonder... I did think she was acting a bit different lately..." The crowd began to murmur.

Fuck, she was a bitch without human rights? Then why the hell did I bow and scrape to her like an idiot?I should've just raped her when I had the chance... Some of the male friends secretly harbored dark, twisted thoughts.

Sensing the shift in the air, Jia tried to maintain her sisterly authority. "Hey, Min Jihun! How dare you speak to your older sister like that? Inherit me? Am I an object to you? Not only are you stupid, but your mind is completely filthy!" In the past, when he was thoroughly gaslit, Jihun would have backed down.

"You are an object." But Jihun, now independent from his family in more ways than one, was completely unfazed. "If a woman isn't an object, what else would she be?" He looked down at Jia with cold indifference.

"Hey, you're going too fa—mph!" One of the female friends, failing to read the room, tried to protest, but her mouth was quickly covered by one of the male friends. First, they didn't want to get dragged into family drama, and second, they didn't particularly think Jihun was wrong.

"Anyway, Sister, as stupid as you think I am... do you really think I can't read a simple message from a government office? After Mom and Dad died, I got a notification about the Human Rights Guarantor status." Jihun turned on his smartphone screen.

"The world is so convenient these days, isn't it? Thanks to the digital government... even an uneducated fool like me could go straight to the community center and process the paperwork instantly."

Which meant... "Your human rights belong to me now, Sister. Got it?"

"Now let's see... Ah, all these guests came to pay their respects and even brought condolence money... It would be rude to just send them home empty-handed, wouldn't it?" Jihun, now the undisputed head of the household and the true chief mourner, issued his very first command to his personal property, his biological older sister.

"Strip."