Ryouma Sajyou's POV
Afterward, Manaka began explaining the changes in my body and the reason behind them.
I would have never thought that fucking would make me stronger, smarter, and better. If the Homelander could see my progress, he would be damn proud.
The thought made me chuckle. There was something almost hilarious about it all—growing through sex. Strengthening myself by indulging in pleasure.
Manaka, of course, saw my amusement and smirked knowingly.
"That's why other girls are useless to you, brother. Only with me will you find everything you've ever wanted," she said, her voice dripping with pride.
She didn't even bother to hide her arrogance—the sheer confidence that she was the only one who mattered, while any other woman was just a distraction, an unnecessary burden.
The audacity of it all.
But fuck, I loved it.
"Yes, yes. You're the best, sister," I murmured, giving her exactly the praise she wanted.
Satisfied, she settled into my lap, snuggling against me like she belonged there.
This time, no ecchi.
We didn't need it. We just wanted to hold each other, to bask in our affection as the morning light seeped through the room.
Leaning in, I captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into my embrace, sighing softly against me as our mouths moved in perfect sync.
Her tongue met mine, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment.
Her mouth was already clean—no trace of my cum left behind.
After all, she could rewrite reality itself. What was so hard about making herself spotless without needing to wash up in the bathroom? She was always clean, always ready, and conveniently wet whenever I wanted to fuck her.
That's what made her so fucking irresistible.
If that's not peak waifu efficiency, I don't know what is.
By the time we finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva still connected our lips.
Manaka wiped it away with the back of her hand, then smiled at me sweetly.
But before I could say anything, she leaned in again, her tongue sliding over my lips, licking away any lingering traces before nodding in satisfaction, as if making sure everything had been properly taken care of.
"Yes, that's it, brother. I'll make you forget about every other girl. They're nothing compared to me. None of them would ever go as far as I would for you." Manaka's voice dripped with possessive intent, her grip on me tightening as she spoke.
"You're so insecure, Manaka." I stared at her, deadpan. "There are no other girls. It's just you. So far."
"But how long will that last?" She chuckled, her voice carrying that same eerie, unsettling edge.
She leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, her blue eyes glimmering with obsession.
"You've slept with mutiple women before," she whispered, a knowing smirk curling her lips. "You even defended Ayaka. I'm not the only one in your world."
Okay…
There's no point in arguing with a yandere. Their logic doesn't follow common sense. They don't need reason.
So, I did what any GigaChad would do.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me, then crashed my lips against hers.
She moaned instantly, her body melting against mine, already anticipating this, already desperate for me.
Without breaking the kiss, I shoved her back onto the breakfast table, her body sprawled across it like an offering.
My hands moved to my zipper, pulling it down as I stroked my growing erection, my gaze locked onto hers.
Manaka's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She wanted this. She needed me to own her, to prove she was the only one in my world.
"Yes... Prove it, brother," she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation. "Prove to me that your world belongs to only me."
I smirked.
"No."
Her eyes widened.
"You will prove it instead, Manaka," I said coldly. "Or there will be no sex. Ever. We end this here and now. I'm not your tool. I'm not anyone's plaything."
She froze, caught completely off guard by my demand.
The possessiveness in her gaze flickered, replaced by something else.
Panic.
"I... I didn't mean it like that..." she stammered, her confidence cracking as she saw the cold finality in my eyes.
Her voice was softer now, no longer laced with control or obsession.
Without another word, she slid off the table and dropped to her knees.
She submitted.
Her hands gripping my thighs as she looked up at me with newfound devotion.
Her lips trembled as she leaned forward and pressed a reverent kiss against the tip of my cock, her breath hot against my skin.
An act of devotion, a silent plea for forgiveness.
Satisfied, I ran my fingers through her silky hair, gripping it just enough to remind her who was in control.
"Never try to manipulate me again, Manaka," I warned, my voice calm but firm. "I like our relationship as it is. Don't ruin it with your twisted games."
She swallowed hard, nodding quickly.
I zipped my trousers back up.
"No sex today. This is your punishment."
She blinked, stunned.
Then, as if finally understanding the weight of my words, she pouted, her once-dominant demeanor replaced with submission.
Her gaze softened as she looked up at me, resembling a needy, obedient pet.
"...Can I at least hug you, brother?" she asked, her voice quiet.
"Of course, my sweet sister."
The moment I said it, she threw herself into my arms, pressing her body tightly against mine.
We held each other, wrapped in warmth, our embrace filled with something different this time.
No manipulation. No games.
Just pure, unfiltered affection.
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Question: Alright, everyone. I'm too lazy to think or plan which timeline the MC should visit next after we finished up the Tokyo Holy Grail War. So, I decided to roll the dice and let you decide the fate.
Do you want the Fate/Zero timeline? Fate/Stay Night? Unlimited Blade Works? Heaven's Feel? Arthurian Timeline? Ancient Rome (during Julius Caesar's or Nero Claudius' era)? Ancient Greece (you decide which period)? Warring States Period (before Oda Clan and Oda Nobunaga began her conquest)? Crimson Moon War Timeline (you can decide whether we team up with Zelretch or Crimson Moon)? Era of Solomon?
Yeah, I'm letting you choose.
Not doing FGO yet—not just yet. I've got plans for that, and it's still too early.
You can also pick a timeline I haven't mentioned yet—like Fate/Apocrypha or Fate/Strange Fake. As you can see, I'm just too lazy to decide. There are too many options and too little time to write.