Hiroki Sajyou's POV
At the Breakfast Table
"It's strange, Ryouma. Did something happen?" I asked with concern, my eyes narrowing as I observed my son.
Something about him had changed.
He no longer carried himself with that familiar lazy arrogance, nor did he exude the smug confidence of a playboy who had the world at his feet. Instead, there was an unsettling shift—a presence that felt both enigmatic and ethereal, as if a god had descended into human flesh.
It was unnatural.
Almost... divine.
What caused this?
"Did I?" Ryouma blinked, looking at me with mild confusion. His tone was calm, indifferent—as if he didn't even recognize the transformation himself.
Then, after a brief pause, he asked, "Are you implying something about my relationship with Manaka, Father?"
I raised an eyebrow at the mention of his sister.
"I've noticed how close you two are," I admitted, grinning slightly in gratification. "It's good that siblings share a strong bond."
But my expression quickly turned serious. This wasn't about their closeness. There was something else bothering me.
"That's not what I mean," I said, my voice firm. "Logically, if this were about Manaka, your expression should be happier, more cheerful. But no. Your temperament now—it feels... distant. Holy. It's hard to put into words, but there's something about you that reminds me of Manaka. The way you carry yourself... it's almost like you've become her."
A flicker of understanding crossed his face before he gave a small nod.
"Maybe it's because we're brother and sister," he mused. "That could explain why we have similar temperaments."
"Maybe." I nodded, but my doubts lingered. There was something off about this. I couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental about him had changed, something that went far beyond mere resemblance to his sister.
Still, I decided not to press the issue further.
Yet, as I looked at the two of them together, an uncomfortable thought crept into my mind.
They were... too close.
Not in the way siblings should be.
The way Manaka clung to Ryouma, the way she nestled herself so comfortably into his lap, eyes closed in bliss as she snuggled against him—it was not normal. It wasn't the kind of affection you'd expect from a younger sister. No, it was something deeper, something more intimate.
Like lovers.
I forced myself to chuckle inwardly. What the hell am I thinking?
They're brother and sister. There's no way they'd develop romantic feelings for each other. Right?
Shaking off the bizarre thoughts, I stood up from my seat and stretched.
"Anyway, I'll be going first," I announced. "Ryouma, Manaka—I need to find an artifact for the Holy Grail War and make my preparations. Take care of yourselves while I'm gone."
"Yes, take care too, Father," Ryouma replied with his usual calm demeanor.
As for Manaka?
She didn't even acknowledge my words—too occupied with pressing herself against her brother's lap, her arms wrapped possessively around him, her breathing slow and content, as if she had found the most comfortable place in the world.
I sighed.
What a youth…
Hopefully, their wholesome relationship would last forever.
Silently offering them my blessing, I turned away and left, preparing myself for the Holy Grail War.
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Manaka Sayjou's POV
"Is it true that something has changed in me, Manaka?" Brother asked, his tone serious as he gazed down at me.
But I didn't care to answer right away. Instead, I made myself comfortable, resting my head on his lap, snuggling against him like a spoiled cat.
My face was dangerously close to the bulge behind his trousers, the heat of it radiating through the fabric. A playful smirk tugged at my lips as I nuzzled against it, my breath teasing him through the cloth.
My fingers traced the outline of his growing hardness, pressing against it lightly, testing his reaction. I could hear his breath hitch, feel the slight tremor in his body.
He groaned, obviously pleased, his hand reaching down to stroke my head, fingers threading through my hair in silent encouragement.
I kept teasing him, stroking him through his trousers, feeling his length throb beneath my touch.
"I changed you," I murmured, my voice laced with amusement. "But you also changed yourself. You're becoming something more… your origin is drawing closer to the void. Soon enough, you'll understand your newfound power."
Brother's response was wordless but commanding.
With a sharp, deliberate motion, he unzipped his trousers, pulling his throbbing cock free and slapping it against my face.
The weight, the heat, the scent of him—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.
"Then tell me," he ordered, voice thick with dominance.
I licked my lips, looking up at him with a mischievous gleam in my eyes. "Not before I enjoy my breakfast."
I barely had time to take the initiative before he seized control.
Without warning, he shoved himself into my mouth, forcing me to take him all at once.
My throat stretched around him as he thrust deep, his grip tightening in my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my throat mercilessly.
The sheer intensity of his movements made my eyes water, my breath hitching with each relentless plunge.
The wet, obscene sounds of my gagging filled the room, but he didn't let up.
He just kept going, using my throat without hesitation.
And then—he came.
Thick, hot spurts flooded my mouth, coating my tongue, my throat.
I coughed slightly as he pulled out, his length still dripping as I sat back up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
"You love me, don't you, Manaka?" His voice was low, possessive, his eyes dark with hunger. "Swallow it."
I obeyed without hesitation, letting his seed slide down my throat as I met his gaze with the same possessive intensity.
"Already did, brother."
A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he zipped up his trousers, clearly pleased with my obedience.
"Now," he continued, voice calm but still tinged with dominance. "Let's talk about the details of my change."
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Nasuverse and No Chat Group has won, but my updates will be irregular. I'm currently sick—it's been almost two weeks now—and my motivation has hit rock bottom. You know why. What I hate the most is being sabotaged and purposely attacked for no fucking reason, just because moralists couldn't accept what I wrote. They played dirty, used the rules to suppress me, and got my story blocked for four fucking days instead of using their own talent to compete fairly.
All of them are fucking disgusting.