Sajyou Manaka's POV
From this day forward, my brother didn't touch another woman again.
Not because he couldn't—but because he didn't fucking want to.
Their existence meant nothing to him. His eyes were only on me, and me alone.
And he made sure I knew it.
Every chance he got, he dragged me into sex, taking me with unrelenting hunger. It didn't matter where—the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the bedroom, even outside, even at school. No place was spared from our debauchery.
His hands were always on me. His rough, insistent thrusts left me breathless.
And my brother? He never held back.
He was relentless, pushing me into different positions, spreading me open, fucking me until I couldn't stand straight.
He marked every inch of me—my body, my mouth, my face, drowning me in his hot, thick seed.
With a firm grip on my head, he shoved his cock deep into my throat, his shaft bulging against my neck as he kept pumping, filling my mouth with everything he had.
And I took it all.
I swallowed every drop, then obediently opened my mouth, showing him the mess I made as he smirked in satisfaction.
"That's my girl, Manaka," he said, his voice deep and possessive. "I don't need any other woman as long as you keep satisfying me like this. It's a good deal, isn't it?"
His fingers ran through my messy, sweat-drenched blonde hair, his eyes burning with lust as he admired my fucked-out expression—my face and lips still dripping with his release.
I chuckled, taking his finger and slowly sliding it past my lips, sucking on it with deliberate, teasing slowness.
"You don't need any other girl, brother," I whispered, letting my tongue swirl around his fingertip before releasing it with a wet pop. "You only need me."
And judging by the way his cock twitched ready for another round, he loved every second of it.
Yeah, just like that.
He followed his instincts, letting pure, animalistic desire take over. Our stamina was endless, and there was nothing—no force in existence—that could stop us from fucking over and over again.
He had become a dragon, his power surging, his body unstoppable.
And me? I had erased the very concept of exhaustion from myself. There would be no stopping, no pauses, no breaks—only raw, primal pleasure.
We ravaged each other until midnight, our bodies entwined in an endless spiral of debauchery.
Every inch of the room—every surface, every corner, every wall and floor—became a witness to our unrelenting lust. The bed? Ruined. The table? Broken. The floor? Drenched in sweat and cum.
Even in his sleep, he refused to let go of me. His arms were wrapped around my body in a tight, possessive hold, his cock still buried inside me, twitching, pulsing, refusing to soften even as he drifted into unconsciousness.
His warm breath tickled my skin, his body radiating heat, the feeling of being so completely filled and claimed sending a deep, satisfied shudder through me.
I melted into his embrace, my body fitting perfectly against his as I snuggled against him, letting exhaustion finally claim me—drifting off with him still inside me, completely used, ruined, and utterly satisfied.
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Sayjou Ryouma's POV
I woke up to the warm, soft body of my naked sister pressed against me, her breathing slow and steady.
My cock was still buried deep inside her, her pussy still clinging to me, drenched with the remnants of last night's debauchery.
Yawning, I slowly withdrew myself, leaving her used hole twitching.
I let out a lazy yawn, finally pulling out, watching as a trail of thick cum leaked from her hole, dripping onto the bed.
She stirred slightly, her lips parting in the faintest of moans, but she didn't wake up.
Fuck, she looked perfect.
Still completely naked, her body covered in the aftermath of last night, her thighs slightly trembling even in sleep.
A masterpiece of debauchery.
I stood up, stretching before dressing myself neatly. As I buttoned my shirt, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
And what I saw staring back at me?
A handsome bastard stared back at me.
Golden hair, piercing blue eyes—the very image of perfection. It was like GigaChad himself had been brought into existence, gazing back at me with that same unshakable confidence.
And in that moment, my reflection seemed to whisper:
"You got this, sisterfucker."
Grinning, I turned back to the bed, looking down at Manaka's peaceful, satisfied face.
Her body was still flushed, a faint red mark on her neck from where I had claimed her the night before.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss against her forehead, a twisted gesture of both love and possessiveness, because she was mine—mind, body, and soul.
But I had more to do than just ruin my sister every night.
I took a seat at my desk, flipping open my notebook and tapping my pen against the blank page before me.
It was time to plan my empire.
The Tokyo economy was in shambles after the Bubble Economy collapsed—so many businesses had crumbled, ripe for the taking. I wanted all of it.
Sure, money wasn't an issue anymore. I could weave wealth out of nothing thanks to my knowledge of the Root. But this wasn't about money—it was about conquest.
I wanted to crush this world under my heel, not with magic, not with cheap tricks, but with pure, unrelenting ambition.
There was nothing more exhilarating than domination through sheer grit, effort, and raw intelligence.
And so, with a smirk on my lips, I began writing my plan.
Because today was the first step toward owning everything.
Let the fucking conquest begin.
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Alright, guys, don't forget to drop your power stones. The previous numbers are so low it's hard for me to take this seriously—only 8 stones so far. This story also has zero ratings and zero reviews, which makes it look like people think they can easily step over me because it seemingly lacks "tiger skin" or support.
I don't want to repeat the same drama that happened with my other stories. I'm really not interested in being disrespected, especially by someone using an alternate account just to bash me. I take that kind of thing very personally.
I've got nothing against people talking shit about the MC or the story—that's fair game. But it becomes a completely different story when someone starts targeting me personally. I hate that, especially when they hide behind alt accounts instead of using their main.
This guy even told me to delete the story because it "sullies his eyes." And guess what? That was the first review this story got. My first ever review is someone telling me to delete this story. Awesome, right?
You won't see it in the review section, but it's on my profile—I deleted that crap. I have no interest in people starting drama in my story and ruining my mood to continue writing.