Chapter 47

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You start rewinding time. As to your conversation with Ariel, you decide to leave it, allowing her to remember it. Somehow, you feel like this particular piece of vulnerability your lovely Ariel witnesses isn’t something you should take away from her. Everything else though, everything else needs to go. The fiery crater that was once the city turns back into the capital. The soldiers come back to life and leave the room. The king walks away.

Ariel’e eyes open, the fearful woman who no longer looks the slightest like your own Ariel in your eyes rises back to life. How did you ever think the two were similar? They are nothing alike. It’d be like confusing Ariel with Kida. They are simply two different women, and this one happens to be a hateful bitch who needs to be punished. The sky returns to blue, and the shaking ceases.

The nobles came back to life, and you feel like you don’t even need to turn away as they fuck fake Ariel in reverse. This is just some skank getting wrecked by some small-dicked men. What is there to bother the likes of you? So, you watch the scene dissinterestedly, but still keep rewinding. The nobles have openly come a few minutes before you were invited to meet her. Clearly, this bitch wanted you to catch her this way. As to why, you still don’t have the answer, but it is only a matter of time.

You keep casting until the nobles are fully dressed. They walk out of the room backwards and head off in separate directions. Ariel is now in the room alone, having not been violated by two nobles yet. You walk out her door and close it, finally starting the timeline anew. You didn’t rewind to before she had sex to do something like protect her purity. You suspect that this skank has long ago lost any semblance of that. Instead, you merely rewind things to make it a little funner for yourself.

“Eh? You’re the Outland’s lord? What are you doing in front of Princess Ariel’s…” One of the nobles comes down the hallway and sees you.

“She invited me to have sex with her… you too?” you respond directly.

“Ah! She really did something like that?”

“You guys too?” Another noble walks up. “Oh man, to think the supposed innocent princess would really invite three men to her room at the same time.”

“Well… she is quite beautiful. If you men are willing, I don’t think I’d be able to get this chance again in some time. My wife died a few years ago, and she always made sure to hire ugly maids, so the thought of a beauty like the princess certainly excites me.”

The other guy is already nodding thoughtfully, apparently not being too bother by being tricked into a foursome. As long as the girl is pretty enough, you guess some guys will do anything for sex. Well… not anything. There does seem to be one universal limit that always sends certain guys like these running away.

“Actually, I came a little early.” You say mischievously. “As it turns out, our good princess Ariel is so horny because she’s been visited by her Aunt.”

“Her… aunt you say?” The men gives you a confused look.

“Yes… Aunt Flow… as it were… I mean to say she’s on her period. Apparently, it’s quite heavy. I had to leave the room for a bit because the smell was so thick. However, I’m sure you guys are okay with a little… okay… a lot of blood, right?”

“H-her period!” One man mumbles in shock.

“B-blood?” The other shakes his head. “Sorry, I get nauseous with blood. You’re on your own, guys.”

The man turns around and almost flees away as quickly as he came.

“A-actually, I just remembered I promised my wife some alone time!” The other man turns and also leaves in a flash.

You let out a chuckle as you suddenly find yourself as the only man in the hallway. You wave your hand, sending a magical undetectable curse on the pseudo-Ariel. It is a curse not unlike the one you had used on the maids and is still functioning on Nala. It’d prevent this Ariel from gaining any sexual pleasure on her own. It also is a man repellent. Men wouldn’t be repulsed by her, per say, but they would always find reasons to keep their distance. Basically, with the wave of a hand, Ariel is turned into a helpless Pariah unable to get any from anyone.

“Let the games begin…” you mutter as you walk away from the room, leaving an unsuspecting victim behind.

…..

“I’ll be needing to borrow this.” Ariel say, swiping something from the kitchen.

“Okay?” Jasmine could only make a surprised comment as Ariel walks in and then immediately out. “What did Ariel need with that?”

A moment later, Ariel bursts into Mulan’s room.

“A-ariel! Please… no! I can’t… If you ever loved me! I mean… oh, thank Pun you’re not wearing a strapon!” Mulan immediately relaxes seeing that Ariel isn’t “armed”.

“Mulan! I need you to become a dragon and take me somewhere!”

“Haaaah?” Mulan gives an incredulous look. “I’m only Master’s! Do you think this great dragon is just here to run errands for master’s bitches?”

“No… but it’s really important!” Ariel declares, but when Mulan seems unmoved she puts on a sadistic grin. “Plus… if Mulan doesn’t give this bitch a ride, I’ll tell Mushu that you like it when –“

The last part is whispered in Mulan’s ears until she gasps with her eyes widened. “No! You mustn’t tell her that! If Mushu knew, my chastity would be destroyed… even more!”

“Then, I need to get to the Capital as soon as possible!” Ariel declares.

Mulan sighs. “The Capital? What’s in the Capital? It’ll take me nearly two weeks to fly over there, I’m not as fast as that Airship that can fly 24/7.”

“There is an imposter bitch who needs to be taken care of.” Ariel shrugs.

“An imposter and a bitch?” Mulan muses.

“No… I’m the bitch… this one is just an imposter. There can only be one bitch, and she’s right here!”

“…” Mulan shakes her head speechlessly. “What are you planning to do?”

“Ah… just what hero can’t. It’s not his place to kill her… because that’s my job!” Ariel’s eyes flash as she pulls out the kitchen knife she had taken earlier.

Soon, the pair of them take off from the mansion, with Ariel riding on Mulan’s back. Mulan shivers at the scary look in Ariel’s eye as she sharpens her kitchen knife. She feels like she is becoming an accomplice to a crime. As if reading her mind, Ariel gives a dark smile.

“We make a good duo! Righting the wrongs of the world, wiping out one netorare skank at a time, we need a name…” Ariel says thoughtfully. “Ooo… I got it. From now on, let’s be called Bitch Princess and Tiny Red!

“You’ve already named us!? And who’s a tiny!” The dragon roars as the two fly off into the sunset.

 

Will Ariel and Mulan make it to the Capital in time? Will Mulan ever receive the respect she deserves? Is Ariel going to cut a bitch? Ahem… I mean impostor bitch, please put the knife down Ariel. Is this side story even going to go anywhere? Find out next week on the Adventures of Bitch Princess and Tiny Red! Same ero website, same ero time!

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Chapter 46

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We road on for a long time. The pace the Lord General put his army through was astonishing to me. However, no one seemed to complain. Whether this was the stamina of a demon army or Typhon’s particular blend of training… I didn’t know. What I did know is that my ass was incredibly sore by the time we finally slowed to camp, and at that point, he only ordered a stop because the trail had become too dark to navigate safely.

I was taken off of General Typhon’s steed and he stepped down and walked away as if I wasn’t even there. This left me standing awkwardly to the side as the horse was led away by a soldier. Other soldiers continued to set up the camp, building tents. The General himself walked around, surveying the job, occasionally taking a soldier aside and speaking with him quietly. The men were trained, and there were no disputes or disturbances.

The slave traders I had traveled with before were much less reserved. They would argue over who had to cook and who had to do the chores. They’d occasionally bicker and get into fights. These kinds of activities didn’t seem to be tolerated in General Typhon’s army. A single look was enough to stop any soldier from acting inappropriate. Soon, campfires were started and good was brought out. It seemed like some kind of broth soup was being made with meat and a few vegetables.

My stomach started to growl as I saw the meals being prepared before me, but every time I tried to approach any of the campfires, I immediately received cold looks. At one point, I looked off into the dark forest, thinking that I could bolt and finally obtain my freedom. Even the General likely didn’t know how much freedom my collar afforded me. It no longer had the ability to force me to do anything, but as soon as I revealed that to be true, I’d give up my trump card.

In the end, I didn’t bolt for the forest and hope for the best. It wasn’t because I had no clue where were and was just as likely to starve or be raped to death in the forest as successfully find a town. It wasn’t because I had the collar on, and even if I was found again, as long as the collar was stuck on my neck, I might as well have a Scarlet letter, as I would forever be recognized as a slave. No, the reason I remained in the camp is that no matter which direction I looked, I found a tent with a man place conspicuously in a spot where I’d be seen. A glare caught my eyes, and a glance at a nearby tree found an archer up on a branch, carefully watching. The camp was tightly protected, and even though they were defending from outside threats, I saw no way I could escape.

“You, lass, you better be getting in the Lord’s tent before he’s done or you’ll be getting the lashes.” A gruff voice came to my side.

I turned to see an ugly squashed man with a nose that had looked to have been broken a dozen times. He was gnarled and hunched over, and I had to wonder why he was even here in an army. Given his looks, he didn’t seem like the type that could keep up the pace. Well, at the moment, I could barely keep up the pace myself, and I rode a horse. Had I been forced to march, I could only imagine giving out within an hour and being dragged the rest of the way. I probably wouldn’t have lived.

“Thank you.” I gave him a gentle smile, trying to gain at least one ally in the army, and figuring an ugly man might be more amenable to a girl’s charm.

“Hmm… if you weren’t the lords, that smile would like to get you raped in this army.” The man snorted while shaking his head.

“Can you rape the willing?” I said back while touching my lip. “I wouldn’t mind it if I was in the arms of a strong man like you.”

Rather than blushing or growing flustered, the man gave a wry look. “You remind me of the honeyed tongue of the girls in the Night District in the Capital. I always pay twice as much as I planned and get half as much as I was promised. Even if I was tempted, touching the Generals slave is death in this camp. You get on, the tent is over there, the big one.”

I nodded and gave him another sweet smile before turning away and leaving. Of course, I noticed his mood had improved and he was walking with a bit of a straighter back. No man could resist his mood improving by having a beautiful girl flirt with him. Even knowing she wants something out of him, it’s simply human nature to crave the attention of a beauty. I was merely capitalizing on this to improve the camp’s view of me.

{Manipulation has increased to Level 18.}

This… I’m on the right path. To see my status start to increase at this point? I had spent so much time manipulating my way into the good graces of the Cambions, that I had felt that my Manipulation should have been increasing drastically from the get-go. However, I had remained stagnated for way too long. Was it because my time with the Cambions was more akin to giving up? I was trying to submit to the Cambion culture, integrate myself into their lives. Was it something like that? Now, that I tried to take some control, I was rewarded?

I still didn’t understand this world and how it worked. I supposed if it was an easy world to understand, then everyone would be OP. Since skills feel so subjective and randomized, my only real advantage could be taken by my skill points and access to randomized skills. Should I consider stocking points and using them to max out standard skills? Well, the next time I level, I want to experiment on seeing if I can evolve special skills.

As I considered these thoughts, I ended up in a large tent. It was nothing like the semi-permanent lavish tent that Denova once inhabited. It was minimalistic, with a rollout of a futon-like bed, and a hastily set up table, which was either for eating meals or strategizing troop movements. Either way, there wasn’t much else to the tent, which was only about twice the size of the tents that were shared between 2-3 men for everyone else in the camp.

I had barely managed to settle myself down when the flap opened and General Typhon himself walked in. He took a single glance at me and then moved over to a packing leaning against one of the support beings. It included his saddlebags as well as a pack full of other stuff, likely brought over by one of his servants, although I hadn’t seen any of them working. Perhaps that was the role of the servant, to remain unseen.

“You didn’t prepare dinner for me.” The man said as he rummaged through his back before standing and giving me a glare.

His eyes scared me slightly, even though they didn’t seem to be angry. It was simply that they were intense, and gave me a feel once again like he knew everything about me from a simple glance. I could only shake my head and look down with a feigned guilty look.

“No matter, it looks like you didn’t get yourself a meal either. You are untrained, so I don’t expect much at the moment. You will be starved tonight as punishment. Please make sure you are fed and a hot meal is prepared for me before daybreak.” He spoke without any emotion as if he was merely relaying orders.

Any feelings of being put off by his abrupt attitude were forced down. In this world, I was nothing but a slave. I could only force down any kind of resistance.

“Understood, my lord,” I stated in a meek and repentant voice.

Typhon nodded as if this was the expected response, and then began pulling off his clothing. He didn’t hesitate to rip off his shirt and soon he was standing before me naked. I could only raise an eyebrow as I appraised his body. He was fit and muscular, with strong muscles and a toned body with hair only in the right places. His skin was dark and chiseled, but perhaps the most noticeable thing was the extreme number of scars that marred his body. It was the only thing that kept him from looking like an Adonis.

Typhon walked passed me without saying a word, falling on the bed face first. “Start with the shoulders.”

I snapped out of it, realizing that Typhon wanted me to massage him. As surprising as it was, I had never actually massaged anyone before. To me, it always felt like a prelude to sex. If you were going to be intimately touching someone, you might as well be having sex with them. It was no surprise to me that so many massage parlors were secretly brothels. Using your body to make someone else’s body

However, since I was a slave, I had no choice but to summon up everything I’d seen and heard of involving massaging people. My hands began to work his neck, and I quickly found myself surprised at how hard he was. I didn’t know if this was a demonic trait, or something belonging to muscular and fit men. Denova was strong, but he was still a man who enjoyed in leisure. The same could be said about Devon and the other princes. The closest thing to Denova that I had ever seen is probably the Minotaur.

“Mm… harder!” Typhon snapped, causing me to jump a little from my thoughts.

I started putting my back into it harder and harder. It ended up being quite exhausting. It wasn’t considered sex, so my stamina didn’t seem to kick in to save me. Instead, I just had to use my body weight to apply enough pressure to push against his muscles. As I worked, I began to take notice of the contours of his body. Muscles had a logic to them. I wasn’t big into biology, but I knew enough to know that certain muscles grew in certain ways and resulted in certain mechanical movements. As I considered this concept, a notice rung in my head.

{You have increase Massage to Level 1.}

“Ah!” I let out a surprised cry as both my hands were grabbed at the wrist.

Typhon had turned and grabbed me and was now looking at me intensely. I gave a startled expression and desperately thought back to if I had done anything to make him angry. I actually thought I was doing an okay job so far, so I was little taken aback that he had stopped me.

“Now, take off your clothes.” He commanded, rolling over.

As he rolled over, his dick, which was considerably above average, sprung up, zigzagging back and forth before standing straight with vitality. The man himself let go of my wrists and lied back, clearly expecting me to take it from there. I could barely fight back a grin as I look down at his erect penis and began ripping off my clothing.

Finally, I had reached something that sat within my comfort zone!

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I totally fell asleep at the desk… ended up writing 10000 characters with my cheek. XD.

Anyway… (3/3). Praise me.

Chapter 45

 

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Chapter 44

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“My love, tell me what you did…”

“I…I killed Ariel…” Your voice sounds hoarse, as the ground shakes you fall to your butt, suddenly feeling lifeless.

“…” There a pause for a second. “My love? Ariel is right here at the mansion. She’s busy trying to get Nala to play “What’s in Your Mouth?”, but Nala doesn’t want to play because Ariel always wins.”

“I-it’s only because what Ariel puts in my mouth isn’t what I expected!” A voice shoots over the magic call.

“N-no… the other Ariel… the cheating skank Ariel…” I murmured, even though I knew without context that it made no sense to Grimhilde.

“You… that would mean… my love… what you did…” Grimhilde seemed to struggle coming up with the appropriate words. “I think I know what happened. The woman whom you killed, her name is C-“

You block the magic, no longer feeling like listening to Grimhilde talk. Lying back on the ground and looking up at the red sky while the ground under you shakes, you’re a single living person in the epicenter of a massive crater that once was the capital city. Naturally, this situation is all kinds of fucked up. How did you end up in this kind of place, anyway? What did it all matter? Ariel… she… she…

“She’s back at the mansion…” Grimhilde’s words finally come crashing home.

You teleport home, strait into Ariel’s room. Ariel is there holding a limp sausage.

“I was just shoving my sausage in her mouth, she didn’t have to cry and run away.” Ariel mutters.

At this point, Ariel realizes she’s not alone and spins to see you standing there. Instantly, a smile explodes on her face. She races over and throws her arms around you, discarding her sausage, and kissing your cheek. However, when you don’t respond, her look immediately turns serious.

You struggle to look at this Ariel without seeing that scene again. Even though their bodies were slightly different, the thought of Ariel cheating on you relentlessly cycles through your brain over and over again. NTR… NTR… you fucking hate NTR! Why did this fucking stupid novel had to get all dark and shit!

As you mind thinks these things, your hands find their way around Ariel’s throat. You begin to squeeze. It is just like before. This Ariel, that Ariel, it felt the same. Her life was in your hands, and you could squeeze it out of her. Ariel looks you in the eyes with tears, and you start to squeeze. Then, suddenly a beautiful smile forms on her face. It wasn’t anger. It was surprise. It wasn’t even fear. Just pure acceptance.

“It’s okay… hero. If you want to choke me, just do it.” Ariel says gently.

“I… could… kill you…” The words came out from your lips painfully.

“I know.” Your eyes widen in shock at her innocent response. “But it’s okay if you do.”

“How is that okay?”

“Because if I did anything to make hero want to kill me, then I should just die!” Ariel’s eyes turned fierce for a second, but only at herself. “If it’s by hero’s hand, I won’t mind. I told you already. I gave you my body in entirety. It’s your to do whatever you want. Love me, pamper me, abuse me, beat me… kill me. My body is your plaything.”

“Ariel…” Your eyes start to water.

“Just know that I love you… I will always love you. You’re my hero, forever and always!” Even with your hands tight around her neck, Ariel smiles, her eyes only holding deep affection and love.

No matter how much you squeezed, that gaze on her face would never leave. The same? How where these two women anything alike! You burst into tears, your hands falling to the sides as your embrace Ariel tightly. Your arms hold her while she grabs your head and brings it to her chest, a pair of melons much grander than that fake.  You start sobbing, tears falling from your eyes into Ariel’s generous chest, but she continues to hold you affectionately, stroking your head while hugging you gently.

As the world continues to grow shakier, you sob while holding Ariel. Only after what feels like hours do you finally pull yourself away. Ariel’s expression hasn’t changed by a fraction. She loves you just as much now as she did before. Neither crying and being unmanly, nor being wrathful, nor being violent, nor being predatory changes a single hair in Ariel’s deep devotion to you.

You kiss Ariel on the lips, and she kissed back without reservation. However, as the world tremors once again and you hear an explosion in the distance, you finally pull away.

“Can I ask what happened?” Ariel finally speaks.

You don’t hold back. You tell her everything. You tell her about the fake Ariel, the fake Merida, the cheating housewives, and even what you did to this other Ariel when you caught her like that. This time, Ariel’s expression did change. She grew contemplative and thoughtful, her smile becoming a slight frown.

“Hero… you shouldn’t have killed her.” Ariel finally states.

You widen your eyes in surprise, shocked that Ariel would suddenly not support your actions after all of this. “Eh? But…”

“I love hero and accept you for all that you are, but that doesn’t mean I won’t correct you if I think you make a mistake!” Ariel rolls her eyes as if this is the most obvious thing. “If you don’t like my advice, I’ll gladly take your punishment later!”

“It’s too late to change anything…” you sigh.

“For hero? Can’t you change everything? I can’t believe my hero is so weak as to leave things as they are. You definitely have to undo what you’ve done. To this Ariel… to the human realm too.”

“Hah? Undo it? You really care for the humans?”

“Not at all!” The lack of concern in Ariel’s voice for her race would make the King weep if he had heard it. “I care more for my hero’s wellbeing. You need to preserve them for you. Killing women isn’t your way, it never has been!”

“Then… what is my way?” you ask.

“Mmm… isn’t it the same way you’ve been using since you came here?” Ariel’s smile turns mischievous. “Break her… break that slutty bitch until she’s nothing. Break her hard, break her completely, until the only thing ever on her mind his hero’s cock. Make it so she can never think of anything else but you ever again!”

“AH!” The words she says suddenly make so much sense, that you almost feel stupid for having so much difficulty. It’s like a plot contrivance just written to drive up drama. “Why do I feel like I don’t deserve someone as great as you…”

“Hmph!” Ariel smiles. “It’s because you hit the jackpot coming to this world, right? But I didn’t say anything unique that any other girl in your harem wouldn’t say too.”

“No… it’s definitely unique.” you respond seriously, “Because it was something only Ariel could say to me!”

Ariel’s heart beat fast for a moment as you give her a passionate kiss on the lips.

“I love you!” She exclaims.

“You know… if we got married… I’d have twice as much sex with you!” you whisper in her ear.

“S-s..ex… twice as… Marry me! Let’s get married!” Ariel shouts, immediately changing her position on marriage.

“Your damn straight! When I get back we’re going to get married, go on a honeymoon, and I’m going to stick a baby in you!”

“Oh my!”

“I mean, I’m getting you pregnant, I’m not actually going to stick an infant into your vagina!”

“That sounds fun too!” Ariel gives a thumbs up while you sweatdrop. “I get to have another sister!”

“If it’s your baby, it’s not going to be your sister.” I explained, causing Ariel’s expression to drop. “That’s to say, you’re going to be the mother of my first son.”

“S-s-son.”

“Yeah… I figure it’s about time to make an heir. It’d be like a little me running around…”

“L-l-l-little you…” Ariel’s eyes brighten as she imagines it.

“You can’t fuck him…” I mutter as her expression turns lewd.

“Tsk!” Ariel turns with a pout. “What’s the point of having a little you if I can’t play with it! If it’s a daughter, can I play with her?”

“Uh… I don’t see why not? Does it check out with the readers? Yeah? As long as you don’t fuck other men, I guess it’s A okay.”

“Then, I’ll just have a daughter!”

You wear a tired expression, but you still feel a swelling of love as you look at the sexy Ariel. Honestly, you see Ariel being one of those overbearing mother bears who wouldn’t let her son out of her sight and makes him love her and only her. He’d truly grow up abnormal. Maybe siring you first son with her isn’t such a good idea.

As you sweat over how close your emotional declaration made in the moment came to causing you grief. Meanwhile, Ariel gives you a shy expression.

“So, what now, hero?”

“Haha! Isn’t that obvious? It’s time to rewrite history!”

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Thanks a lot for all the support you showed yesterday… I’m fully motivated again… so, as a special service, you get not one, not two but three whole 2000 word chapters today!

I’m getting the tournament fights over with. This is the first one. (1/3)

Chapter 43

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“Hey, Hannah!” I beckoned Hannah into the library.

Hannah made a cute squeak, but otherwise, with her head lowered, stepped into the room without question like a loyal sister. She was trying her hardest to not meet my eyes. However, as she came closer, her face grew more flushed and her breathing became more rugged. Her heart also seemed to be beating faster. The girl reacted simply to my presence, and I hadn’t even done anything yet!

“Y-y-yes, b-b-brother?” Hannah asked nervously.

“Ah, you know Madison is out today, right?” I said nonchalantly.

Hannah’s breath stopped for a second, and then she nodded. “I-I know…”

“You know Hannah, I’ve noticed you watching me lately. But you never come over to chat?” I said this in a pouty voice.

“T-th-that’s because of Madison!” Hannah responded tearfully, finally looking up with a cute pouty look.

“So, it’s a good thing Madison isn’t here today?”

“A-ah!” Hannah looked to the door like she wanted to escape, but in the end her feet didn’t move at all. “Th-that’s true…”

Hannah looked back down, frozen like a little lamb. I wanted to eat her right up, but I had to be patient. One step at a time, or I would cause this lamb to scamper away. Worse case, I would upset the tiger that was Madison, and have even greater complications.

“You know it’s my birthday, Hannah. Aren’t you going to wish me a happy birthday?”

“Ah! H-happy birthday, brother…” Hannah responded uncertainty.

“Are you going to have cake with mom and me?” I asked.

“I can?” This caused Hannah’s eyes to open excitedly.

My memories told me that in previous years the cake’s mom bought were usually shared between me and her alone. Mom had never baked me a cake before, so I didn’t know why this year was different. Anyway, being young and spoiled, I naturally didn’t want to share a cake with my sisters. Since there was no official celebration, my birthdays usually consisted of me eating cake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a few days after until I got a bellyache. On the other hand, whenever my sister’s birthdays came, mom always made sure I got a slice of their significantly smaller cake. The discrepancy there was clear to see.

However, I had the mental age much older than the teenager I was now. I was more interested in a different kind of sweet. One of those sweets was right in front of me right now, and my teeth nearly ached just looking at it.

“Mm!” I gave a nod. “I’d be happiest if I could enjoy my birthday with everybody!”

Hannah could only look away while blushing, but she had a gorgeous smile on her face that told me that this was something that meant a lot to her. However, while I had been speaking to her, I had also been nudging closer to her. I was now only a step away from her. When she finally looked back up, she gasped realizing I was so close. However, before she could take a step back, I reached out a grabbed her hand, pulling Hannah over to me.

“Hannah, since it’s my birthday, will you be giving me my birthday present?”

“P-p-present?” Hannah looked like she wanted to pull away, but with me holding her hand and speaking of my Birthday, she just couldn’t bring herself to.

“Did you really not give me a present?” I asked, my voice turning disappointed. “From Hannah, I had been looking forward to it the most!”

Of course, presents were exceptionally rare on birthdays, so Hannah only grew more confused as I pressed her. She became extremely flustered over the sad expression I put on my face. Watching her grow worried and scared over my displeasure excited me greatly. Hannah was simply too much fun to tease. This month since Madison had been blocking us, I had truly been missing out. Well, nightly BJs were fun as well, so it was really a tradeoff.

“B-brother! I’m sorry. I didn’t!” Hannah responded tearfully, “If my brother wants a birthday present, I-I’ll go out… I have a little saved…”

Hannah started turning to try to leave, but I still wouldn’t let go. As soon as she tried to tug her wrist I pulled on her.

“Ah!” Hannah made a surprised cry as I pulled her over to me, spinning her so she was away from the door and her escape, her back now the to the bookshelf.

My hand grabbed her waist, and I pulled Hannah closer to me. Just a little closer, and her breasts would be pressing against my chest in a very unsisterly manner. The girl herself grew flustered and her face turned pink. I could feel her heart beating wildly out of control as she didn’t understand what was happening and couldn’t think properly.

“Then, since Hannah has no present, then doesn’t that mean Hannah has to give me a birthday kiss?” I asked innocently.

“A k-k-kiss?” Hannah grew even more flustered in my grip, not even trying to escape.

The idea of a birthday kiss was completely made up, but I said it with such conviction that Hannah herself didn’t even doubt it. In some ways, giving someone a kiss on their birthday makes sense, so Hannah was quickly coming to the conclusion that no matter how embarrassing this was, a kiss was proper for the situation.

“Well?” I asked with a grin, one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand, Hannah completely under my oppression.

“I-if it’s what brother wants… then…” Hannah didn’t bat around any longer, closing her eyes and smooching her lips in what would be a very innocent kiss.

Even then, her breathing was rugged and her body shook with nervousness. Although I had taken Hannah’s lips once already, this time she was offering them willingly for me. Letting go of her hand, I put mine on the back of her neck.

“Mm!” Hannah let out a surprised noise, but I didn’t give her time to pull back as I kissed her.

Rather than accept the peck she offered, my lips pushed against hers tightly. My tongue went on the offensive and invaded her mouth. Since this wasn’t the first time I had done this to her, Hannah was more prepared.

“Mmm… Mnnn…. Nnnn…” Hannah moaned, actually accepting my tongue this time.

Since this was the kiss brother wanted, Hannah had too little knowledge to anything but follow accordingly. Especially as her heart beat faster and her toes started to tingle. There was a bubbly burts of excitement coursing through Hannah as my tongue explored her mouth. My other arm also tightened, bringing her body against mine. Soon, her hands fell on to my sides with no other place to go, and Hannah could only cling to my hips while I continued to taste her honey lips.

As I kissed Hannah, I pushed her as well, and soon we ended up bumping right into the bookshelf.

“MMnnn!” Hannah let out a cry of surprise as she no longer could pull away from me.

My body pressed up against hers, trapping her between myself and bookcase. By this point, I was rock hard, and I knew that my erection was pressing against Hannah’s leg. It was undeniable that she didn’t realize my own excitement. However, I gave her no opportunity to protest, as my tongue attacked her tongue, which responded even if it didn’t grow more adventurous and left the sanctity of her own mouth.

With her body trapped, my hands became free to do what I wanted. Soon, I was touching Hannah, my hands moving up and down her body. One hand grabbed onto her side, feeling the baby fat of her abdomen, while the other hand started working its way up her shirt.

“Mmm… brother…” Hannah broke the kiss by turning her head, but she could only moan and breath out my name.

My hand reached her breast, which was protected by a bra. I immediately squeezed the fatty tissue with my fingers, enjoying the feel of my sister’s breast in my hand. She was much bigger than Madison, and her boobs were much more enjoyable to play with. They were not as big as moms, only around a C or D. I could probably slide my cock between them if we tried, but they didn’t have too much weight to them.

“Ahhhn….” Hannah moaned, “Please, brother…don’t…”

Although Hannah protested, she also didn’t move at all, her body already incredibly turned on by my own. At this rate, there was no stopping the two of us. Hannah’s body would be mine in short order. My hands would go from groping her chest to fingering her pussy. The clothing would come off, and soon I’d be inside my sister. Even Hannah was aware that this was where it was heading, but she was helpless to stop it. Her propriety as a sister told her to beg to stop, but she neither wanted to stop nor tried very hard to prevent my hands from attacking her.

I sucked lightly on Hannah’s neck while she panted, her flushed body heating up and her own sexual organs starting to engorge with lust as much as my own. Her own hands were not as aggressive as mine in her inexperience, but she moved them up and down my sides while she panted and moaned. Grabbing the bookshelf behind me, I used it to push myself into Hannah, effectively dry humping her clothed parts against mine. Hannah responded to this, her body starting to grind back. At that moment, my hand slipped and grabbed a book, which pulled out suddenly, causing me to take a step back.

Click!

The book pulled out as far as it could, and then stopped with a resounding click. A moment later there was a loud creek as a nearby bookcase swung open. Hannah jumped at first, her lustfulness being illuminated by the fear that a door was opening and the pair of you were about to be caught. By the time she realized no one was there, she had managed to regain some control of her thoughts, covering her body and turning away from me.

Meanwhile, I was distracted by the swinging bookcase, and failed to take control of Hannah. Within ten seconds, the moment and my ‘sure thing’ was ruined. By the time I turned back to Hannah, she had an expression on her face that told me the moment was over, and I wasn’t going to get her into that vulnerable position again so easily. I could only give a wry smile as Hannah refused to meet my eyes. Despite all of this, she didn’t leave either though, so I felt that this was at least some progress.

Since my progress with Hannah was interrupted, I decided to instead check the bookcase. Behind the bookcase appeared to be a hidden shelf. Hannah was also curious, and as I bent down to look inside, she couldn’t help but look over my shoulder with interest, even as her body still struggled to regain normal breaths and a proper composure.

“Wh-what’s inside?” Hannah asked, acting like what just happened hadn’t happened.

“Eh? Some documents? And some kind of disk?”

“Eh? A movie?” It was Hannah who pulled something from my hand that looked like a slightly elongated USB drive.

“Mo-movie?” It was the first time in this world I had even heard movies existed.

I had already come to the conclusion that we were in an alternative timeline to my old world, and that this world had gone through at least one industrial revolution. At the very least, electricity appeared to be a thing in this world. The books I read spoke of things such as cars and planes. However, it just as often mentioned things I didn’t understand, like holotapes and the escotericism movement. I still didn’t know the level of technological advancement. This mansion was truly an island that cut me off from the world until I turned sixteen. Only once Academy began would I start to understand.

“A… holotape?” I asked.

Hannah nodded at my word. “Mom doesn’t like the VS… she says it rots brains. That’s why we don’t get a lot of the cool stuff other families have.

“A… VS?” I shrugged.

“EH? Oh… I forget that brother doesn’t go outside the mansion. Mom’s afraid you’ll get kidnapped or get influenced by magpies and become a deviant. VS stands for a visual screen.”

Hannah explained politely while giving me a pitying look. I became too ashamed to ask what a magpie was. Aren’t they a bird or something? However, this was a different world with different slang, so this had to be something like lipstick lesbians, right?

“So, without a VS, we won’t know what’s on the tape?” I asked while shuffling through the papers left in my hand.

“Wait! Madison has a portable holotape player in her room! We can watch this!” Hannah said excitedly. “I’ll go get it!”

As she ran off, I allowed her to. In her excitement over this strange discovery, she had already forgotten about our previous exchange. I didn’t mind too much. I was wondering about this too.  What would a movie from this world truly be like? At the very least, Madison having her own portable holotape player, I wondered how much she had to beg mom to allow herself to have that. Perhaps it was because mom felt bad about a lot of the discrepancies between me and the girls.

As to the documents in my hands, I found a birth certificate for Madison, and a few other papers. They were mostly bills and things like that. The signature on them weren’t mom’s though. They were signed by Noah. That was the name of my father. That would mean this secret stash we found had been my father’s secret stash. It was likely my mother didn’t even know about it! Perhaps the video we found was actually dad’s porn!

I found myself giggling at the thought of Hannah suddenly being forced to watch people having sex. Then, that gave me even a wilder thought. Perhaps this was a homemade sex tape of mom and dad? Did they ever make a sex tape? I wouldn’t put it passed my mother. She was a woman who had managed to get a man into a monogamous relationship. You could never underestimate the extent she went to keep things interesting for him.

Hannah came back with her face showing some excitement. “I found it! Madison won’t mind if we use it! I’m sure!”

She sat down on the couch, and I sat down right next to her. Like when she was reading the erotic book, her mind was totally focused on the holoplayer in her hands. Therefore, she didn’t notice how close I sat to her, and didn’t react as my hand went on her leg in a very intimate way. The portable device she was holding looked a bit like a portable DVD player, except that there was no bottom disk tray. Instead, there was just the LCD screen, or should I call it a portable VS. The holotape slid into the side of the VS, somewhat like a controller would slide into a Nintendo Switch. At this point, I concluded that this world’s technology has to be somewhere close to my previous world.

The device turned on, and after a few moments, the video started. What we saw appeared to be a home video. It also appeared to be a bedroom, but rather than getting excited over a homemade sex tap, I got confused because the person’s face who filled up the screen was someone I didn’t recognize. It was an average-looking man, who looked about in his late teens, early twenties. He was moving the camera and seeming to place it on a dresser top. After looking back behind him and to the camera a few times her finally nodded and then gave the camera a wink.

This is the point when he stepped away, and we could see that he had lined up the view to be looking at the bed. On top of that, there was a woman on the bed. She seemed a little disheveled, her eyes droopy and partially closed. Her clothing was astray, her dress up and it looked rather lewd. This truly did have the looking of a homemade sex tape, except the woman wasn’t a willing participant.

“Morgan, say hi to the camera! Give it a wave!” The man said as he leaned over on the bed, poking the woman.

It was then that I finally focused on the face and realized they looked vaguely recognizable. They were much younger, only a few years older than Madison, but they were distinctly a woman that I knew.

“It’s mom!” Hannah gave a cry, her hand covering her mouth, clearly confused about where this tape had come from.

The flushed image of mother waved at the camera, however, her equilibrium seemed completely off. Her face was also flushed and her eyes were half closed. It was then that the expression hit me. Mom was completely drunk!

“Ah, look at you you little fox…” The man said, stroking mom’s head affectionately, “You want to fuck, don’t you?”

Mom barely even looked at the man, falling back down on the bed. He could only laugh as he reached over and started fondling mom’s breasts. Mom made cute little panting noises. They were the same kind of noises she made when I played with her breasts. This scene started to feel like mom was cheating on me. I had to take a few deep breaths. Hannah put her hand on mind and gave me a comforting look. It was only then that I realized I had been squeezing her leg harder than normal. This wasn’t mom now, this was something from her past. However, why did dad have this tape?

“Come on, let’s get your clothing off!” The man continued to tease mom, who didn’t really resist much as he stripped her to nothing. “Damn, you are a cutie. I’m going to enjoy popping your cherry!”

“I… I don’t understand… I thought it was dad who… did that…” Hannah blushed, but she still gave me a look to confirm her thoughts, and I could only respond with a shrug.

The man brought out his dick and pulled mom up, spreading her legs. “You ready to get filled with my man seed?”

“Mmm… Noah…” the words came from her lips.

Hannah and I could only look at each other, realizing that dad was already in the equation when this event happened. That made my heart feel somewhat complicated. However, the man on the screen gave an angry look.

“You… slut!” He growled. “You’ll pay for that.”

He shoved mom over harshly, putting her on her stomach. Then, he forced her backside up to her knees. No sooner did he line her up than he raised his palm and smacked her hard and the butt.

‘Aeee!” Mom let out a cry of pain.

However, the man didn’t stop. He spit on his palm and then did it again, and again. He started beating mom on camera. Mom let out cries and whimpers, even pulling away from his hand, but every time she did he would reposition her butt and do it all over again. Hannah had to look away and I could only bite my hand as this stranger beat my mother’s ass. She was too drunk to do much but take it, tears falling down her cheeks as she cried. Soon, her ass was glowing red, and the man was rubbing his hand which had grown sore from beating her.

“Well, whatever, I’m going to fill you with my seed anyway, so you should be thankful no matter what I do, right?”

He got his dick out, something smaller than my own, thankfully, and then lined it up and shoved it in. Hannah’s hand tightened on the screen, and this time I tried to give her comfort, but my heart was pounding just as much as hers. This tape was very hard to watch, and it still confused the both of us. It was only this confusion which kept us watching until the next scene.

I couldn’t see the dick penetrating my mom from the angle of the camera. However, I could see the pain and discomfort on mom’s face, which was turned towards the screen’s direction as he broke her hymen. I could see his thrusting hairy ass humping my mom from behind, clearly having her. Soon, mom started making panting noises.

“Ah… hah… hah… aaaaa…” Mom muttered in her half-asleep state.

“You got a great ass,” The guy moaned. “I’m already cumming. You ready to get pregnant?”

“Please… I want to get pregnant…” Mom instinctually moaned into her pillow, only responding to the words without even really understanding he context.

“Haha! You asked for it!” He laughed smugly.

Even in this situation, mom had strongly wanted to become pregnant, so from hearing the word, she responded by pure instinct.

The man let out moaning noises, thrusting in while releasing his seed and lewdly groping her ass. When he finished, he got up and moved to the camera, dragging it over. Soon, he was showing a closeup of mom’s backside. It was a view I was used to seeing, but at this moment the view made me a little sick. There was a bit of blood running down her leg, and also white stuff leaking out from her hole. He started fingering her pussy, showing the white stuff inside her.

“Look at that, Noah. You see? I fucked her first. That’s my baby matter in your princess. You-“

“Fucker!” There was shouting and the camera went haywire.

There sounded like a struggle between two people. Finally, the camera fell down. Through sheer luck, the angled view came from the bed face towards the door. There was a man standing, although with the camera on its side the entire image was tilted. This man was also someone I’d never met before, but I had seen him many times in pictures. This man was my father, Noah.

The other man was actually crouched on the floor. The view of him wasn’t good, but he looked like he was bleeding from his lip.

“You fucking bastard! I’ll kill you!” Noah screamed threateningly.

“Hey! What’s with the hostility? I’m just enjoying a piece of ass you didn’t want!” The other man still spoke cockily, despite the situation.

“You raped her! Oh god, I love her and you raped her! What did you think you were doing?”

“Rape? There is no such thing as a man raping a woman. They all want our seed, even she begged for it in the end. Love? Don’t give me that crap. I’ve seen you fucking all kinds of women as you led this girl around by her nose. What was I doing? I was freeing her from your lies!”

“B-bastard!” Noah looked away, but something about the look told me that the other man wasn’t lying either.

“Hey! We made a bet, right? You said you could make a girl fall in love with you by denying her sex. Congratulations. It was your name she moaned while I was giving it to her! You won here’s your money!” The man tossed somethin that looked like a wad of cash at Noah, but he didn’t move and it hit his leg and fell to the floor.

“…” Noah’s hands were tight and he was shaking, but he didn’t respond to the other man’s provocation.

“Look man, this girl was getting to you. We’re best buds, right? In the end, she’s no different than the hundreds of other women we’ve had. Hell, we’ve even shared a few! Now, this girls just like every other skank in this world. Why don’t you drop a load in her, come out with me to the bar, and we can have some drinks. I guarantee once she’s pregnant, this bitch will never call you again.” As he spoke, the other man stood, a grin on his lips. “That’s if she’s not already…”

He gave Noah a pat on the shoulder as he left the room, closing it behind him and leaving the powerless Noah behind. Meanwhile, Noah only stood there, shaking, as he looked down at the woman, still in doggie with her wet cunt dripping the other man’s spooge. As to mom’s face, her eyes were closed and it was clear she fell asleep like this. To make it worse, she even wore a little smile on her face, clearly oblivious that she had just been raped. It was truly a haunting image that destroyed mom’s appearance as an immaculate beauty.

He walked over to mom, even reaching down and touching his own groin for a second. It looked like he was about to pull it out and have his way with mom as well. Then, something caught his eye, that was the camera. His face distorted into a hateful expression.

“Arrrrrggghhhhhh!” The man reached down and grabbed the camera.

He lifted it up and threw, the camera suddenly cutting to static. That was how the image in the camera ended. The pair of us sat with our mouths open, continuing to stare at the static screen in silence for some time after that.

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I keep writing long chapters every day… this one was 2.7k words… and in the end I see only one or two comments. MSB has no mechanism to show me how many readers I have so if you could please leave a comment, even a thnks or +1 will do, so I know you are reading my work, I would be very grateful.

I don’t earn a single dollar from this… I only do it for reader feedback so if I don’t get even that, my motivation will seriously start to flag.

Sorry for the rant.

Chapter 42