Here's the chapter. More Powerstones would be appreciated—they will determine whether I update tomorrow or not. May the force be with you, my friends.
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Manaka Sajyou's POV
When I stared at my brother and reflected on our relationship so far…
For the first time in my life, I understood what a divine joke truly was.
I could finally see just how twisted God's sense of humor must be—to make us meet, to make us connect so deeply, so completely, despite the absurdity of it all.
An omnipotent being, now nothing more than a girl.
A sociopath, incapable of love.
And yet, here we were, bound together in ways no one else could ever hope to understand.
We craved destruction, chaos, and everything that made the world collapse into something more thrilling. That was all that mattered.
I felt it—that undeniable connection with him, the same connection he felt toward me.
For the first time in my existence, I felt alive.
No more endless cycles of boredom, no more bland, meaningless existence, no more pretending to be human just to fit into a world that felt suffocatingly dull.
I was truly, utterly happy, experiencing emotions that had never once stirred inside me before. And he was the one who awakened them.
But beneath all of it, I knew.
He might belong to me now. His heart might seem to be mine alone, but that could change. People like us didn't love like normal humans did. He could switch sides at any moment if I wasn't careful. If I let my guard down, even for a second, he could slip away, just like that.
Because he was just like me.
A person with nothing inside except emptiness. A man who saw the world as passing entertainment, a fleeting distraction from the abyss in his heart.
His hedonism defined him—his endless pursuit of pleasure, power, and control. Nothing would ever truly change that.
The only thing that could push him to break from his self-indulgent ways was someone provoking him enough, someone daring to rub his ego the wrong way.
For now, though, there was only one thing he truly cared about.
Himself.
Himself.
Himself.
And then, me.
For now, at least.
The way his fingers dug into my skin, the way he gripped me possessively, as if claiming me as his sole property—it was intoxicating.
He pinned me beneath him, forcing me to submit as he thrust into me, again and again, tearing moans from my lips as I cried out his name.
It wasn't just lust.
It was love, obsession, and an insatiable hunger for control—his control over me.
And I let him.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer, locking my legs around him as if refusing to ever let go.
Our bodies moved together, our breaths mingling, our moans filling the air as we devoured each other, lost in the depths of our twisted love.
And we didn't stop.
Not until morning.
He came inside me so much that I could feel it—**thick, hot, and filling me to the brim. My pussy ached, stuffed full, my womb marked, claimed, his seed dripping out in thick, obscene trails. Even my stomach felt heavy with it, as if he had fucked his very essence into me.
We finally stopped, our bodies tangled together in the aftermath of pure, reckless debauchery. The bedroom was a complete mess—sheets soaked, stained, the scent of sweat, sex, and raw, animalistic desire clinging to everything. The evidence of our sins, of how utterly ruined I had been, was everywhere.
And as I lay there beside him, body limp, used, satisfied, I couldn't help but smile.
"Brother..."
I climbed on top of him, straddling his body as I leaned in, pressing my lips against his. The kiss was deep, indulgent, and filled with nothing but desire. He responded in kind, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer as our tongues intertwined.
We kissed for a while, savoring each other, before I finally pulled away with a soft chuckle. My fingers traced his chest teasingly, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath me.
"Let's shower together, brother," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear.
He nodded, standing up alongside me. We were already completely naked, our bodies exposed to each other without shame. Without hesitation, we made our way to the shower, stepping through the door on the right side of our chamber.
Of course, we didn't fuck. That wasn't what this was about.
Instead, we let the water run over our bare skin, hands gliding over each other, rubbing and massaging, spreading soap and oil across every inch of our bodies. Our fingers explored without restraint, sliding over sensitive skin, teasing, playing.
I could feel his hardness pressing against me, hot and stiff under my touch. With a smirk, I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him slowly, deliberately. His breath hitched, his hips jerking forward slightly as I coated his shaft with oil, my grip firm yet gentle.
Then, without a word, I dropped to my knees.
I took him into my mouth, letting my lips stretch around his thick length as I began to suck. My tongue swirled along the tip, teasing, coaxing. His hand shot out, tangling roughly into my hair as he groaned. He didn't hold back—he never held back with me.
Gripping my head, he forced me down, making me take him deeper, my throat stretching around his cock as he began to thrust.
He fucked my mouth relentlessly, each motion making wet, obscene sounds echo through the shower.
My throat clenched around him, but I didn't resist—I welcomed it.
Warmth flooded my mouth as he came, thick spurts of cum shooting down my throat. He held me there, forcing me to swallow every last drop, only pulling back once he was satisfied.
When we finally stepped out of the shower, we got dressed, making ourselves look presentable—at least to outsiders. I clung to his arm affectionately, nuzzling against him.
"Brother... I love you..." I whispered, looking up at him with a soft smile.
"You say that all the time, sister," he chuckled, completely indulging me as we walked together toward the breakfast table.
I pouted. "I want to hear you say it too. Say, 'I love you too, sister.'"
He smirked, ruffling my hair playfully. "I love you too, sister. Satisfied, Manaka?"
"Yes, brother," I grinned, absolutely delighted by his simple gesture of affection.
And just like that, we continued to live in our beautiful, forbidden sin, indulging in the taboo that bound us together—forever.