Level Up 1

"You understand my request, right?"

One-eyed Taylor clasped his hands together and bowed his head to me.

"Just leave it to me… I'll do my absolute best to make sure you're satisfied!"

"Can I expect good things?"

My cold gaze sparkled.

"C-Could I borrow your phone for a moment, sir?"

"Why?"

"W-Well… I'll film the penetration scene with your phone. Then later, I can send the video to your sister from another number… and we can control her however we want, right?"

As expected from a villain's mindset. I was a little intrigued—not by the blackmail, but by hiding my identity.

"Hmm… hide my identity?"

Vice leader of the Blood Raven mercenaries. His survival instincts were beyond what I'd imagined. It was an unexpectedly brilliant idea.

The reason I hadn't fucked Haruna until now was her straightforward personality—she'd tell the whole family everything. This was a clever way to seal her lips.

In the novel Egenam, Hadojin had never pulled off something like this deception. How much had I mocked his idiocy for always charging in headfirst with brute force like some naive pushover?

And if I created a puppet operating in secret to build another faction under my control? It was obvious it'd become a massive asset later on.

"Ah… it looks like your sister is waking up."

I lay there on the spot, pretending to be unconscious with my eyes closed and breath held. This whole thing was a play unfolding on the script I had written. And I was both the star and the director.

I closed my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes and focused my mind.

That was when it happened.

A passive skill that runs constantly. This cheat skill levels up on its own if I just leave it alone.

One-eyed Taylor walked toward Haruna.

"Alright. Filming prep complete! Think of yourself as an actress now. It's all acting. Acting. I'm the director. Got it?"

His voice echoed through the alley. He was perfectly playing the 'disgusting, sleazy third-rate villain' role I'd ordered.

And my poor first actress, Haruna. She'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been thrown onto this cruel stage.

Through the Life Detection skill, I could sense her state as if it were right in my grasp. Her racing heartbeat, her muscles contracting in terror, and… overriding all that, the hot heat starting to rise within her body.

'Ah! So that's how it feels?'

A skill fitting for this smut world's radar for fuckable lifeforms. The saintess's breast milk—the catalyst from An Hyeonmi's body that explodes sexual prowess regardless of gender—was finally taking effect inside Haruna.

'Sorry, but if I don't do this… you'd confess our relationship to the family…'

Overly kind and honest Haruna. The moment she spilled about us, my relationship with Harina would reset. I absolutely couldn't let those words slip from Haruna's mouth.

So I'd devised this plan.

The original Haruna was weak. Mentally and physically. To survive this rotten world, I had to remake her sweet, gentle self from the ground up.

Starting today, the cancer-inducing character 'Cerberus' who used to stab me in the back would be reborn!

Thump thump thump.

They say the hardest acting is playing dead. Without a doubt, faking unconsciousness was even tougher than that. Especially with a top-tier beauty like Haruna climbing on top of me.

The sensation of Haruna's trembling hand pressing against my chest. Her soft touch brushing over my exposed chest in the cold night air. The faint tremors and hot heat from her fingertips.

'Damn…'

My body started reacting. Haruna's fear and shame, mixed with the primal desire blooming within… it was the ultimate aphrodisiac for me.

Feeling my cock swelling heavily down there, I desperately controlled my expression. I had to keep up the unconscious act.

When she unzipped my pants and finally faced my cock, a small gasp escaped her lips.

"It's… so big…"

At that innocent exclamation, my lips nearly curled up without thinking.

Her body climbed over mine. The sensation of her F-cup breasts squishing against my chest. Gripping my erect cock so delicately, I nearly came right then. I curled my toes and mentally sang the national anthem through all four verses.

Her body heat and soft skin were numbing my reason.

And finally, she lowered herself with resolve.

"Hngh…!"

The hot, tight passage forcing me in. The dull resistance of her hymen tearing, accompanied by her pained moan piercing my ears.

I felt everything. Her pain, her shame, and the pleasure starting to erode it all.

'Fuck… what a crazy virgin pussy.'

Her virgin pussy was nothing like An Hyeonmi's. An Hyeonmi's was a 'technique' perfected over years of Josephine du Bois training to satisfy perfectly. Haruna's was like untouched primal forest.

Or pure, maybe? Rough, hot, and wild. Overwhelmed just taking me in, yet instinctively squeezing and devouring me.

"Haah…♥ Ah… Ah…♥"

Her hip movements grew bolder. Pain twisted into pleasure, shame sublimated into arousal. Unaware of her own change, she surrendered to instinct.

"Dojin…♥ My little brother…♥ Sis is… sis is doing you…♥"

Calling my name as she climaxed, I was swept in uncontrollable ejaculation urge too.

Her love juices dripping down my shaft… probably mixed with blood.

I don't need you to tell me she's a virgin! My ring's a virginity detector.

Pretending unconscious, I twitched slightly and left my mark inside her.

"Ah… inside??"

Haruna's movements jerked at the feeling of semen filling her womb.

Seductive Semen. With this, the first shackle was locked.

Taylor moved as scripted. The next line from one-eyed Taylor rang out, to crush Haruna's last shred of pride…

"This time, do it with your mouth."

"……"

"What, can't do it? Suck that huge thing hard yourself. Show your brother exactly how slutty you are. That's your way to survive."

I held my breath, watching her reaction.

A moment of silence. Then she knelt without hesitation.

When her trembling hand gripped my slightly softened cock post-ejaculation, I read her resolve. She wasn't running anymore. She'd face this hellish reality head-on.

Her hot, soft lips enveloped my glans, sending shivers through me. Clumsy but desperate tongue work. She was throwing everything into reviving me—licking my cock messy with her own virgin blood.

That blind devotion fiercely stirred something inside me. Possessiveness. An intense desire to make this woman completely mine.

Under her desperate caresses, my cock hardened like steel again. I felt her body tremble when it plunged deep into her throat.

And finally, I climaxed once more in her mouth. She swallowed every drop without spilling.

The second shackle. Now she couldn't escape me.

One-eyed Taylor recited the final line as promised and exited stage left. Before leaving, he didn't forget to slip my phone—full of footage—into the shirt I'd taken off earlier.

The play was over. Left in the alley were me, Haruna, and the two corpses used as props.

I kept up the perfect unconscious act until she shook me awake.

"Dojin… are you okay?? We n-need an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ambulance. P-Police, guards… holy knights… we have to call everyone…"

Haruna, now fully dressed, squatted beside me. Her voice mixed panic, worry, and sorrow… but her right hand was still slowly moving under her short skirt, at her crotch.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

'She's masturbating?'

The afterglow of sex lingered. The terror of facing death, contained by that pleasure. Having drunk the saintess's milk, Haruna was still savoring that bizarre sensation like a cow chewing cud.

Pink liquid trickling down her thighs. Seeing that beautiful mix of blood, semen, and juices, I wondered if the inventor of pink was inspired by this hue. Wasn't virginity symbolized by pink?

I raised my hand and gently stroked Haruna's cheek.

"S-Sis… I'm fine…"

"Dojin!"

Haruna stopped masturbating and hugged me tight.

"You're really okay?"

"Yeah… I think I had a weird dream. It felt really good…"

Haruna flinched slightly at my words.

"We can talk dreams later… Dojin, you're not hurt anywhere?"

"Nope. Fine. My mana backfired… lost consciousness. Sis, what about that last bastard? I killed two…"

"It's okay… you're okay now. That guy… he ran off."

I propped up my upper body slightly. Haruna's squatting position exposed her gaping pussy under her skirt plainly. Her panties from earlier sex were gone.

Feeling my gaze, Haruna yelped and clamped her legs shut.

"Eek!"

"What? No panties, sis? Wear 'em."

"Y-You saw?"

"Aigoo… good thing it was me. A grown-ass virgin that defenseless? Big trouble!"

Haruna shot to her feet, face beet red.

"Dojin… glad you're not hurt."

"Huh? Sis… your knee's scraped. You okay?"

She'd gotten the scrape kneeling to suck my cock.

"I'll disinfect it."

I licked her injured knee with my tongue.

"Haaaang~♥"

Haruna's erotic moan burst out. Her thighs spread wide involuntarily. Shocked herself, she covered her mouth with both hands and squeezed her legs.

I held her legs and kept licking the wound.

"D-Do… Dojin… s-stop…"

Haruna trembled, gently pushing my head away from her licking.

"Dojin. It's dirty… we can disinfect and bandage at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠home."

Her sticky gaze held firm resolve to hold back. Was it normal to want to tease her more? Her creampie orgasm had been intense.

A beautiful way to properly enjoy Haruna in bed came to mind.

I jumped up and offered my hand. She took it, standing slowly.

"Sorry, sis. If I'd been stronger, you wouldn't have been scared…"

"No… we're both safe, that's what matters. But… can we just leave those bodies?"

"It's fine. I'll handle any investigation later. Don't worry, sis. Self-defense."

I gripped Haruna's hand tightly. She nodded slightly and let it go.

'She bought that?'

One good thing about this novel: After sex or lewd scenes, characters don't freak out over horror or gore. They just don't care.

"I need a drink tonight. Teach me some booze, sis. Gonna get wasted and crash! I'll sleep in your room tonight!"

"R-Really? Yeah! On a night like this… we need lots of drinks. Let's buy more."

"Sweet!!"

Haruna's cheeks flushed bright red, imagining something.