(This... this can't be happening... Please say this is just a nightmare! As soon as I wake up, everything will go back to normal!)
Raiha stood frozen, like a lifeless statue. Before her lay a sight so horrible it felt like the worst nightmare of her life.
Yotsuba, whom she had always known as cheerful, caring, and loving toward her older brother—was now acting more like a slut than a porn star in videos she had accidentally seen on the internet.
(S-She's not the Yotsuba-san I know...)
Deep sadness, burning anger, and bitter disappointment mixed in her chest. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, but Raiha couldn't even lift a hand to wipe them. Her body was completely out of her control, like a puppet whose strings were pulled by an unseen master.
(It must be that man who did something! The kind-hearted Yotsuba-san couldn't possibly cheat on Onii-chan, let alone act like a cheap whore like this!)
Her desperate mind tried to find a logical explanation, but all Raiha found was the terrible reality that unscientific things like hypnosis or magic might actually exist.
(Why is my body reacting like this?)
A feeling of nausea and shame overwhelmed her. Although her soul screamed in rejection of everything she saw, her body showed a physiological reaction that couldn't be lied about.
Warm liquid began to flow from her crotch, soaking her white panties. Her heart pounded like a drum, her face felt burning hot. Raiha wanted to look away, but her body was tied by invisible chains.
(Please... stop... Please, someone save me! Onii-chan!!!)
Her silent screams went unheard. Every moan from Yotsuba, every hard slap from that man, every look in Yotsuba's eyes that was empty yet full of lust—it was all like a knife slicing through her heart. Raiha witnessed how her sister-in-law obediently followed every perverted command from the man, as if she had no will of her own.
(Onii-chan, I'm scared... will I be the next one to be raped?)
The deepest fear enveloped her. If this man could make Yotsuba completely change like this, what could stop him from doing the same to her? Raiha was helpless, able only to watch and wait for the terrible fate that might befall her at any moment.
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Time felt endless, every second an agonizing eternity. Raiha was forced to witness every movement, hear every moan, feel every tremor of lust that filled her older brother's household.
Her body was covered in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably, but she couldn't move an inch. When everything was finally over, Raiha could hardly believe the torment had actually ended.
Sitting on the sofa while sipping cold water he took from the refrigerator, Ren spoke to Yotsuba, who was sprawled out in front of Raiha.
"Yotsuba, I don't like short-haired women. So, grow your hair long. Do you understand?"
"Yes~ whatever Master wants..." Yotsuba replied, her face still filled with ecstasy, her voice hoarse and weak.
Raiha felt pain in her heart seeing her sister-in-law so utterly disgraced in front of this man.
"Well, next is dealing with you."
Hearing those words, Raiha's heart pounded fast. Ren stood up and approached her with a relaxed stride.
"Let me guess, you're worried I'll rape you, aren't you?"
Raiha couldn't answer, but her trembling pupils revealed all her fear.
"Relax. I won't do it. After all, I don't like another man's leftovers."
Ren's condescending words were like a slap. On one hand, Raiha was relieved, but on the other, she felt insulted. No woman wanted to be labeled as 'used goods.'
"But... You need to be punished. By the way, the punishment is becoming a hikikomori's onahole."
"Wow, you're so happy you wet yourself?" Ren mocked when he saw the puddle of water under Raiha's feet. "No need to thank me, I'm happy to help a hikikomori who needs a woman's warmth to return to society."
He deftly avoided the puddle of urine, his face filled with an expression of disgust.
"Okay. Let's find the nearest hikikomori."
Ren took out the book that was the manifestation of his Divine Authority. He used the omniscient function.
"Ho~ what a coincidence. Who would have thought the neighbor next door has a high school son who dropped out because of bullying and ended up locking himself in his room, becoming a hikikomori."
"This must be fate! Rejoice, Raiha! The master you will serve turns out to be very close!"
But Raiha couldn't rejoice. No matter how loud she screamed inside, no one heard. Her tears streamed down, mixing with the shame of having wet herself.
"..."
The smell of sex and sweat still hung in the air of the simple Uesugi living room. Ren casually put on his clothes. His eyes looked at Yotsuba, who was still lying on the floor, her full body covered with red marks of their brutality.
"Yotsuba, I'm leaving. Don't forget to clean up all our traces. I don't want your husband to find evidence of his wife's affair. After all, I still want to see Uesugi Fuutaoru raise our child."
Sticking out his right foot, Ren nudged Yotsuba's cheek with the sole of his foot.
"I-I will clean it, Master."
"..."
Ren no longer paid attention to Yotsuba. He turned to Raiha, who was still frozen like a statue, her eyes blank without light.
"Let's go, Raiha."
His hand landed on the girl's shoulder. The space around them suddenly distorted. In an instant, both figures vanished without a trace, leaving only particles of light that slowly faded.
"..."
Now, Yotsuba was alone. Her naked body was covered in red marks from kisses, bites, and grips. The living room, which was usually filled with family warmth, now felt foreign, filled with the aroma of betrayal and forbidden lust.
With shaky steps, Yotsuba finally stood up. Her body ached everywhere.
She walked toward the bathroom to grab cleaning supplies, every step reminding her of the perverse scene that had just occurred. In front of the wall mirror, Yotsuba saw her own reflection. A naked wife, her body full of signs of sexual violence, her face still dirty.
"If Fuutaoru finds out about this, will he still love my vile and disgusting self?"
Yotsuba did not want to know the answer, nor did she want her husband to know about her affair.
This secret would be carried to her death!