Electra Complex – The Hikikomori and His Perfect Sister
Electra complex. A symptom where a woman hates her mother and feels sexual attachment to her father. It arises from various emotional causes, such as desiring family peace, pitying a suffering father, or seeking revenge against the mother.
"Daddy..."
"...Sion, honey. I'm sorry."
Sion gazed at her father lying on the hospital bed. Ever since that day he collapsed, he'd been confined to this room. As a child, Sion couldn't grasp the nature of his illness, but her mother had explained it as a tumor in his brain, gradually eating away at his mind. The brain, the organ responsible for a person's intellect.
"Si...on..."
Perhaps because of it, her father's speech grew slurred day by day, and the range of his movements shrank.
I want to go out and play with Daddy, eat yummy food together...
Like any child, Sion harbored such innocent wishes for her father. But unlike her peers,
"Daddy... are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"
She was unusually mature and clever, so she never whined to her ailing father.
"I'm... sorry..."
"Daddy... hang in there."
Instead, watching her father's strength ebb away filled her with profound regret. The fear that one day he might close his eyes forever, that she might lose him, profoundly shaped her young psyche.
"Daddy, you can't die...! You have to stay with me, okay? Promise!"
"Y...yes... Daddy will stay with his girl..."
Her father saw his daughter's daily pleas not to die as mere concern for his pain. But
Daddy is my precious person. I need him—no, I must have him.
Sion's obsession with her father had already far exceeded normal bounds. The fact that she understood "death" at such a young age showed how overwhelmingly he dominated her world.
If her father's condition had shown even slight improvement, perhaps the anxiety consuming her might have eased. But
"Ah... uh..."
"Daddy... please... snap out of it... okay?"
Far from improving, the brain tumor grew, robbing him even of coherent speech.
Beep—
"I'm sorry. The patient..."
The inevitable moment arrived.
Thud...
"Daddy... died...?"
Nurses and doctors moved her father's closed-eyed body. Her mother and relatives collapsed in tears.
Daddy... gone from me?
The din of it all faded into profound despair that devoured Sion's emotions. By now, her father meant more to her than herself—far more.
"It's Mom's fault!!"
In her fathomless despair, she needed someone to blame.
"Because Mom didn't take care of Daddy! Mom made Daddy die!"
Her piercing cry in the hospital room stunned everyone.
"What...?"
"What is she saying...?!"
Relatives, grandparents—they all stared in shock, but Sion didn't stop.
"She stole Daddy from me...!! I won't forgive her! I won't!!"
She screamed hatred at her mother, who stared back blankly. At the time, everyone dismissed it as a child's tantrum over losing her father. But
It's that woman's fault... She took Daddy from me...!
Sion fully cast her mother as the villain, convinced she deserved revenge.
I have to get revenge... Got it... yes!
She resented that woman (her mother), but to her mother, she was her only daughter.
"Right... suicide. A world without my precious person anyway. No reason to live."
In a way unbelievable for a child, Sion plotted revenge on her mother.
"Kyaaah—Sion!!"
Feel the pain I felt...!
She tormented her mother endlessly with self-harm right in front of her. Even after hospitalization, it continued.
[Knowledge: Clean Ways to Die]
Sion gathered and studied suicide methods from the hospital computer.
Thud...
"...?"
Footsteps approached from behind.
She glanced sideways with just her eyes, checking the seats beside and behind.
A boy...?
A boy her age furtively peeked at monitors of people using computers.
Quick-witted Sion read his eager gaze: he wanted to use one.
Probably games...
She envied his innocent, worry-free childishness. Her expression blank, she resumed her search.
Thud...
Light footsteps neared again.
What the—
Twitch...!
They stopped right behind her.
"D-don't commit suicide!"
"...?"
Turning at the sudden voice, she saw the boy from before, rigid-faced and worried.
"What... did you say? Just now."
"Suicide's no good... Hurting yourself is bad."
Fury at his presumption mixed with unfamiliar emotion, stirring her numb heart.
Should I tell him to buzz off... or...
"Why's it bad?"
A faint smile tugged her lips as she asked.
"Well... if you suicide, you can't play games or eat pizza or chicken or stuff like that! Anyway! No suicide."
She dragged it out to tease his childish response.
"If you don't get it, trust me! There must be tons of reasons to live."
But his chest-thumping, baseless confidence...
Thump...
"...?"
Sion felt her deep heart pound.
What... is this feeling?
Something frozen in her chest since her father's death stirred.
"...Live and trust you?"
She asked earnestly, eyes on him.
"Y-yeah! Trust me and live!"
Ah...
His answer reframed him. Like visiting her bedridden father—but stronger, more intense.
"Okay. I will."
Her colorless world brightened around him.
I want him. Make him mine... so he won't disappear.
The impulse to seize and "store" him surged, but
If I do, he might leave... like Daddy.
...She restrained it. Even with her unusual mind, experience told her sudden approaches scared people off.
Slowly... approach slowly.
"Use the computer. 30 minutes."
First step: gather info on him.
"Really? Thanks!"
Staring at his excited gaming back, she memorized his account ID and password in her head.
...Ugh...!
From dizziness like my head spun 360 degrees, I gradually focused. Fainting and recovering was routine now; my vision cleared faster.
...Urk. The smell...!
Before scanning around, the vibrating semen stench made me gag.
...The living room?
Familiar home living room—why here? But seeing the butt-shaped onahole flattened against my base recalled pre-faint events.
...I'm my sister's dick now.
Depression crashed in.
...But that dream just now... what was it?
A girl like young sis obsessing over her sick dad. Her love for her real father was too deep for mere affection—bottomless.
Wait... not a dream... no way...!
If I felt sis's experiences? When man-turned-dick fuses with woman, she inherits his memories and abilities. Maybe vice versa.
Right after fusing, I felt her emotions... memories might trickle in too.
As I theorized,
Ding-dong, ding-dong—
The doorbell echoed.
Wh-who's here? But I'm a dick now?!
Attached to sis, helpless alone.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong—
It quickened.
"Nngh...! ...Hm?"
Sis stirred, eyes opening, sitting up.
"..."
Rubbing eyes, blank-faced, she headed to the door...
Sis isn't wearing anything...!!
Utterly naked. Naturally, her flaccid cock and balls dangled between thighs.
Creak—
"...Who is it?"
Sis asked via intercom.
"Ah... coming right up."
Sis replied calmly, unbelievably naked.
Creak—
She opened the iron door.
"Hello. From the government delivery—ah."
The young, brown-skinned female courier, smiling, scanned sis from face to... me below, eyes widening.
Twitch...!
Twitch...!
D-dick... disaster!
I twitched involuntarily—cock and balls.
"Government supplies here! Sign please~"
The courier casually handed box and pen, smiling.
Sis is naked? With a dick?
Am I dreaming?
"Here."
"Yes! Thank you. Looks like you've been busy though..."
After signing, she eyed sis.
"Weird?"
Sis's face chilled.
"Nah~ Everyone's the same. Houses full of masturbation frenzy—even moans when I ring. Happens after fusing, right? Woman's and man's libidos combined. I get it—same boat."
Same boat?
I glanced at her crotch.
Bulge—
Her tight jeans ballooned mid-crotch.
"Fused with a lover...?"
"Nah~!"
Sis asked; courier waved it off—
"Wish it was... Fused with my senior courier. He suddenly turned cock from his clothes, lunged—terrifying. But you fused with someone you love?"
Staring at me intently.
"Yes. I truly love him."
Sis smiled faintly for the first time.
"Figures. Long, thick shaft... balls look full. Your lover was a big guy?"
The athletic beauty's near-harassment felt complimentary, but as the dick, I couldn't fully rejoice. This cock and balls were way bigger than my human ones—sis's healthy bloodflow probably tore and regrew the tissues beyond limits, enlarging them.
"Stop staring... and go."
"Ah! Sorry!"
Sis's icy snap; courier bowed out.
Swoosh.
Sis bent for the box.
"...Reacting to another woman besides me. Unforgivable."
...Hiiik!
Her menacing glare at me between her legs.
S-sis! I just worried you'd get in trouble naked...!
I desperately excused myself, knowing she couldn't hear.
Crunch...
Surge...!
...Aaaagh...!
Only rushing blood answered.