Chapter 2

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: (For Real) Inevitably Raping My Little Sister

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Besides that, stuff ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like Lucky Pervert—it's all unfamiliar terminology.

The only thing I could barely guess was that thanks to this authority called Divine Body, I was handsome. Everything else was total gibberish to me.

First things first, time to wash up.

It's the first step to not becoming the kind of brother hated by my pretty little sisters.

'There sure are a ton of toiletries.'

As an only child, living in a house crammed with this many girls was a first for me. Honestly, I was flustered.

I sneakily grabbed a bottle of shampoo.

ZZT!!

"Ugh!"

What the—static electricity...? No, this felt way more dangerous. My whole body was tingling.

I glanced in the mirror, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my eyes had turned red as I started piecing together what just happened.

...

She put up a barrier just to keep people from touching her stuff?

I grabbed the one next to it, and this time an even stronger electric spell shot through my body.

PZZZT!

"Gh!"

That... actually hurt pretty bad.

Maybe I should just bail on washing up and get out of here...

"Oppa? Everything okay?"

Serena's soft voice drifted in from outside.

Serena seems trustworthy enough.

"Know where my toiletries are?"

"Didn't you say you don't use that stuff, Oppa...?"

...

Washing with just water in a house with two little sisters...?

"...I've decided to start washing properly from today."

A brief silence.

Serena spoke from the other side of the door.

"You can use mine. The ones on the right are safe."

The fact that Serena called them "safe" meant the oppa (previous protagonist) and Stella must've had more than a few massive fights over this.

Not washing was that guy's petty power play, huh?

This is fucking gross...

Thinking of that grimy white T-shirt, I scrubbed extra hard, putting more force into my fingertips than usual.

...What the hell is this now?

This enigmatic authority, Lucky Pervert, had popped up out of nowhere.

Telling me to grope my little sister's tits? Insane.

I didn't see Serena as a blood sister, so if we weren't related, I could totally see her as a romantic option.

But that aside, suddenly grabbing her boobs? Bullshit.

I decided to ignore it.

I dried off and opened the door to step into the changing room—and that's when I realized Serena was still waiting there.

"Serena? Why are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you still...?"

"Huh? Oh, I thought there might be laundry..."

She was holding the T-shirt I'd stripped off and tossed aside.

"I'll take care of it."

Don't touch filthy stuff with those pretty hands.

Before any corny line could escape my mouth, my body moved on instinct.

And then...

"Kyaa...!"

My foot slipped.

"Whoa...!!"

At that moment, I slowly toppled over onto the soft black-haired, purple-eyed little sister beneath me...

And it hit me what Lucky Pervert really meant.

That cringey trope from old rom-coms where you trip and end up tangled with the girl in an embarrassing, intimate position, leading to a blushy good time.

In reality? Its a straight-up crime.

Girls don't blush and fall for you from surprise gropes. That's impossible...

'No!'

I tensed every muscle, mobilizing my autonomic nerves to avoid doing something stupid.

'Wait...'

If she falls backward like this, she'll get seriously hurt!

To protect Serena, I wrapped one arm around the back of her head while my other hand ended up fully grasping one of her huge breasts.

Squish...!!

"......"

"......"

Two squishes... That's undeniable sexual assault!

I yanked my hand away and stood up immediately.

"Sorry."

"...U-uh, yeah. The floor's slippery. You gotta be careful, Oppa..."

How is this that dusty old trope? Thanks a lot, ya-game goddess.

Having groped my little sister out of nowhere, my head spun with more guilt than I'd expected.

True, the sensation of those incredibly soft, explosive natural tits made me happy for a split second.

But at this stage,

I couldn't just shove my urges at the girl who was about to become my new family. My rational side was screaming inside me.

'We could develop that kind of relationship later. But not now.'

I helped Serena to her feet.

"You okay? Nothing hurt?"

"...Oppa... You've changed somehow."

"......"

Strictly speaking, I'm a different person.

Even after all that, Serena didn't seem to hate me.

The curiosity she couldn't quite hide sparkled in her bright purple eyes.

?? What the fuck, no internal cooldown either?

"Hold on a sec."

This situation was a nightmare in every way.

My simple brain and dick were already stirring an erection just from recalling the feel of Serena's tits, bulging against my underwear like it was ready to burst free.

If that's a problem, it is. One more Lucky Pervert trigger in this state, and I'd be a full-on sex criminal.

If her Oppa groped her tits with a bestial hard-on, even Serena's sweet heart would have limits—and I'd start my new life in prison.

Not gonna let that happen!

No ON/OFF switch? I turned away and fiddled with Lucky Pervert.

"Oppa? Why the status window?"

"It's just... Ah."

Good. The font turned red.

Deactivated... right?

...Huh?

My brain flatlined for real this time.

"Leave this to me."

Serena finally snatched the clothes I'd worn, flashing a bright smile.

"You might be late. Hurry up and change, then come down—we'll eat together."

10 seconds.

Way too short to think of anything.

That's when I realized the text under Lucky Pervert wasn't a " directive" aimed at me,

But a "situation that will definitely happen."

My sole thought?

I had to physically escape this. Get away from Serena!!

As I bolted for the door, my foot slipped again.

'Ah.'

Everything was going exactly as Lucky Pervert intended.

Not even a spot where I'd trip, yet fate decreed I would—I tumbled backward.

"Oppa! You okay!?"

Grabbing Serena on reflex might make the "impossible situation" real,

So I gritted my teeth and slammed my head into the floor.

"Ack! I-I'm fine."

"You just said 'ack'..."

'Thud'—yeah, that warranted it.

At least no blood... miracle.

"Seriously. You're hopeless... I told you it was slippery."

10 seconds... passed.

Whew. Guess it won't trigger if the user resists.

Sex? No way that's real.

Reality manipulation? Bullshit.

"Here, let me help you up, Oppa... Whoa!"

Serena leaned over to offer a hand and slipped right on top of me.

This is contrived even for porn.

But knowing all the causes and effects, a chill ran deep through me.

Serena slipping at that awkward timing? My fault.

And right below? My underwear-free raging erection.

It was an unstoppable fate.

...!

"Ngh...!!"

...Schlup... and...

Serena was definitely wearing panties,

Yet my dick plunged perfectly inside her.

Squelch, slip, splurt...

What the fuck is this infuriating system message.

"Ah... A-Ahh...?"

Serena froze, not grasping the situation.

I was in the same boat.

This makes no sense... No sense, yet Lucky Pervert manipulated reality.

How far did it tamper? It felt like an endless list.

For starters, a pussy isn't wide enough for a random dick to just slip-in on a fall.

Even if, Serena wasn't even prepped yet—no foreplay, no wetness.

Even if she was soaked and ready...

Accidental insertion? That's impossible.

All those "details,"

All of these processes were skipped—we fucked.

Reason unknown, but my rock-hard dick was buried in Serena's sopping-wet pussy,

Her full body weight driving it home in one go.

What Lucky Pervert enabled? This violent entry didn't hurt her at all.

IRL? She would need to go straight to ER.

No injury to my sensitive glans from her body weight—instead, instant deep insertion into that soft hole,

The overwhelming pleasure, made me groan.

"Ngh......"

No way... Serena too?

In this ridiculously contrived deflowering scene—what was her reaction?

Arched back, defenses down, Serena's purple eyes half-lidded as she twitched.

"Ah...? Ah...? Nngh...?"

...Not in pain. If anything... blissful...

My dick throbbed, her thighs tensed tight.

Staying still worked in our favor—my maxed-out erection nestled perfectly, snugly mated inside her pussy.

"Sere, I..."

What do I even say?

Sorry? You good? My brain lagged in this first-time chaos.

Ignoring the urge to thrust was the only thing I could do.

"...L-Let me, get up..."

Serena assessed and placed a hand on my stomach.

"Yeah.... Nn-hah... Ngh......"

Serena lifted her hips.

Her gripping pussy dragged up my hypersensitive dick, reading every air current.

"Hoo-ahhh...♡"

Serena let out a dazed moan laced with ecstasy.

This was too much for a virgin like me. My heart was pounding like mad.

So this is a woman's pussy.

The entrance especially tight, clinging like it never wants to let go...

Serena's pussy overflowed like it'd been in heat pre-insertion.

"I'll... get up..."

Schlup♡

Serena slammed back down, sloppy and wet.

Fate's prank—she slipped again.

"Nnh.... Nn-ahh...?!"

Her scorching pussy heat radiated into my gut.

First-time pussy for me, but even I could tell her arousal was unnaturally high.

"Oppa, my hips... won't hold..."

Serena, lost, bobbed her hips gently,

Starting actual sex-like waist movements.

"S-Stop..."

Do you know what I'm holding back right now...!

"Ah... Ahh-ngh... Hoo-ahh....... Oppa......"

Serena, face melted, moved in motions unclear if thrusting for sex or trying to pull off from my hips.

This was Lucky Pervert's fault......

Until we've had creampie impregnation sex...? No way it goes this far...?

"Don't move! Serena."

I yanked her close, hugging her tight to my chest.

"Nnh.... Nn, nnght......"

Serena got even more aroused, twitching to orgasm in my arms.

I tried stopping her hips by hugging her—now her pussy clamped my dick unnaturally hard.

With Serena immobile, she asked,

"Am I... getting raped by Oppa...?"

You ask that in such a sweet voice?

I'd let my guard down. This world's a ero-game......

Should've taken My Onahole Academy more seriously.

I could see it. Lucky Pervert's strings.

A red skull marionetting Serena's head, arms, legs with crimson threads.

Strings connected to me too.

Holding my sister with one arm, I swung the other wildly, snapping the strings.

"Get lost!"

Like beating back a sea monster with sheer grit.

I'd protected...

My little sister!

From my own dick!

"......"

Cradled face-to-face in my arms, Serena twitched, basking in bliss.

'How do I clean this mess up.'

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm fucked.