"Don't—!" Luo Qi clamped his hand over Ji'en's mouth. Dragons had absurd magic resistance, so brute force was his only option. Despite her loli appearance, the Spirit Dragon's raw strength could easily overpower anyone without herculean bloodline perks.
Of course, Luo Qi's Demon King lineage outclassed even dragonkind. Without his power-dampening glasses, a casual poke could pulverize walls or yeet a hunk of metal into orbit. Thankfully, the glasses—crafted by his succubus sister Luo Lin as a birthday gift—kept his god-tier strength in "normie mode." Daily life? Manageable. Social interactions? No accidental arm-ripping incidents... so far.
Luo Lin, hammering the door outside, wasn't just a chaotic gremlin. She'd bulldozed through academia: skipped grades like RPG speedruns, earned dual PhDs in magic and quantum physics by 20, and now ranked among the nation's top 10 magical prodigies. Her resume? "Scientist. Archmage. Professional Menace." All to help her brother live his "average high schooler" fantasy.
Yet here she was—disheveled, half-dressed, and vibrating with chaotic energy. Was spoiling her too much? Luo Qi wondered. Normal siblings didn't have this "ecchi manga neighbor" dynamic.
*BANG!*
The door exploded inward. The scene: a demon king gagging a dragon loli while his succubus sister posed like a "ARA ARA" visual novel heroine. Truly, a crime against wholesome tropes.
"Aha!" She jabbed an accusatory finger. "If you're this desperate, just ravage *me*! Bondage play! Roleplay! Your big sis is *game*!"
"Your barrier spells improved," Luo Qi deadpanned, ignoring the insanity. "Need to upgrade my counters."
"Hah! Knew you'd crack someday!" Luo Lin grinned, magic crackling at her fingertips. "But seriously, upgrade your anti-scrying wards. Last week's paparazzi brainwashing cost me three interns."
Luo Qi sighed. His sister—a Grand Archmage (one of only 100 in the nation)—had the magical clout to rival elder lich lords.
As a top-tier nation in the federation, the Republic of Zinnia—where the siblings held citizenship—boasted merely 100 Grand Archmages. Sure, there were seven or eight Arcane Sovereigns lurking in the shadows (ancient cryptids who probably invented taxes), but becoming a Grand Archmage was already like winning the magical lottery.
Yet this disaster of a sister, Luo Lin, ranked among the Global Top 10 Magical Prodigies—a future Arcane Sovereign-in-waiting. Her reputation? "The Humanoid Supercollider"—particle physicist by day, reality-warping spell-slinger by night. In a world where magic still trumped quantum computing (for now), she was basically Elon Musk if he could cast Meteor Swarm.
Yet at home, she cosplayed as a "hot mess express"—wearing only black tulle, bedhead, and zero shame.
But plot twist: Her baby bro's the Demon King—a walking infinite mana cheat code. Imagine grinding for years to max your MP stat, only to find your sibling spawned with God Mode enabled. Sasuga protagonist privileges.
"My bad—but have you seen yourself? You look like a isekai protagonist who failed their 『Plot Armor』roll," Luo Qi deadpanned, gesturing at her bedhead and pajamas stained with instant ramen broth. "Archmage? More like Arch-disaster."
"Kinky insults? Oh no, I'm so bullied~*" She bit her lip, cheeks flushing....But lowkey into it? UwU"
"Ara ara~ Don't bully the loli, Onii-chan!" Luo Lin's eyes lit up like a yandere spotting fresh prey, her voice dripping with mock concern. "If you've got urges, your dear imouto will gladly be your stress relief doll~"
"This masochist…" Luo Qi facepalmed. "Look—I've got class. You babysit the dragon. Clothe her. And wear pants! Last time tabloids caught you 'gardening' in a bikini, I had to Obliviate a reporter into thinking he was a potted fern."
"Pfft, I noob-trapped myself last time!" Luo Lin waved a hand dismissively, her clothes slipping dangerously off one shoulder. "But you've layered this place with enough anti-Peeping Tom wards to give a ninja hemorrhoids. Home's where the pants aren't—and frankly, keeping up my Ice Queen act in public's exhausting enough."
She delivered this manifesto while upside-down on the couch, snack crumbs cascading into her cleavage—a seasoned veteran of daily "Why Are You Naked?!" debates. Some people did crossword puzzles; Luo Lin perfected the art of trolling her brother 2.5 times per sunrise cycle.
Let's be real—Luo Lin's running a secret masterplan straight out of a rom-com isekai. Sure, Luo Qi's currently giving her the emotional temperature of Antarctica, but here's the kicker: zero blood relation. Add her goddess-tier curves and his raging Demon King puberty? That's a recipe for disaster (or her personal Netflix rom-dram).
What if the Demon King's adolescence hits like a truck-kun? One morning he wakes up with harem protagonist energy and bam—her "strategic wardrobe choices" make her Patient Zero of his hormonal apocalypse. And sis? She's so ready to volunteer as tribute.
Historically, every Demon King's résumé includes "legendary horndog" under Special Skills. We're talking 300+ member harems that'd make a sultan blush. Gender-flip it? Female Demon Kings curate reverse harems so extra, even Ouran High School Host Club would side-eye the excess.
Luo Lin's lowkey hoping her bro's bloodline unlocks the "Dominance: S+" achievement. After all, what's family drama without a little questionable genetics?