The woman before me radiated menace, and I could feel her strength deep in my bones. Watching her effortlessly handle those guys with minimal movement confirmed my suspicion that she was incredibly powerful. And her skills… they were something I was determined to acquire, no matter what.
It was the dead of night when I arrived in the Pleasure City, a haven of entertainment where pleasure knew no bounds. I planned to visit one of the brothels to copy the skills of the prostitutes, aiming to bolster my strength since I only possessed two copied skills at the moment. Additional skills were crucial for my growth. I harbored no intention to dominate the prostitutes; my sole focus was on acquiring their skills. Once I had fucked them and copied their skills instantly, I couldn’t care less about them. My sole focus was on the swift extraction and replication of their abilities, dismissing them from my thoughts thereafter.
On my way to the brothel, however, I encountered a familiar face. Despite the bandages obscuring his features, the aura was unmistakable. I immediately recognized him as the man who had fought me the last time.
I observed his interaction with the woman, catching snippets of their conversation before a sudden battle erupted. The clash unfolded swiftly, and the woman displayed impressive skills.
If the man’s claim proved accurate, that she ranked just below him, then she likely held the title of the second-strongest in the underground society. After all, he had emphasized his position as the top dog in the underground when we clashed three months ago.
Fueled by a burning desire to conquer this formidable woman, I called out to her. We were on the brink of engaging in a fierce battle when a metallic chime resonated in my head.
“Hmm?”
A luminous blue panel materialized right before me.
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You’ve captured the interest of Elise Eclair. You can now proceed to dominate her.
Name: Elise Eclair
Race: Demon-Dragon-Human Hybrid
Requirements to dominate Elise:
1. Make Elise realize herself that you are her long-lost brother
2. Unlock
3. Unlock
4. Unlock
….
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“Huh… What…”
Stunned by the revelation that she embodied a rare hybrid of demon, human, and dragon race — an existence so scarce that merely a hundred of them were believed to exist (information courtesy of Amon, a demon, just for your knowledge)—I found myself initially taken aback. However, as my eyes traversed the details, they widened even further, particularly upon absorbing the gravity of the first requirement.
“What?!”
What the hell?! A long-lost brother?! I had no inkling that I still had relatives in this world. I had assumed they were long gone, as my first memory was waking up in a church, cradled by a nun.
The idea of having a sister, and one this attractive, caught me completely off guard. Now that the requirements for domination were unlocked, did that mean… I could dominate her too? The prospect excited me in a way I hadn’t anticipated; the notion of engaging in incestuous activities with someone so enticing stirred a forbidden thrill within me.
But still, how the heck am I supposed to make her realize that I’m her brother?
“You…” she mumbled, her words audible despite the hushed tone. Then, she shut her lips, tightening them as if holding back tears. It was at that moment another metallic chime resonated.
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1. Make Elise realize herself that you are her long-lost brother
Completed!
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The second requirement had been unlocked.
2. Allow Elise to do sisterly things to you 10 times (0/10)
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‘So fast?!’ I almost recoiled at the simplicity of it, finding it hard to believe I completed the first requirement so easily and quickly. If I played my cards right, dominating her seemed within easy reach.
As I contemplated this, my newfound sister from this world looked at me, her eyes welling with tears as she dropped to her knees. However, she swiftly rose again, fixing me with a serious gaze, though tears still lingered.
With graceful movements, she employed her silk threads to ascend the building, reaching the rooftop where I stood. Our eyes locked, and she broke the silence.
“You seem to have let your guard down,” her words hung in the air, laden with both challenge and curiosity. “Are you so confident in defeating me that you’ve chosen to drop your guard? Oh, and since it seems you have no idea who I am, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Elise Eclair, semi-leader of an organization primarily comprised of assassins. While my profession might have been evident from my movements, I believed it was in your best interest to be informed.”
“Is that so? Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Eclair.”
“Elise is fine.”
“Miss Elise, then?”
“Drop the miss. Just Elise is fine.”
“Am I genuinely allowed to get that casual?”
“We’re about to engage in a battle to understand each other, right? Keeping it casual might make the exchange more genuine.”
“…I suppose you’re right.”
Honestly, I had no inkling if that was a coherent line of reasoning, but I decided to ride the wave of her perspective.
“And what’s your name?” she inquired.
“I’m sorry. Actually, my name is shrouded in secrecy. I can’t just unveil it that easily.”
“Is that so?” Her gaze held a spark of curiosity as she studied me. In that moment, a subtle shift occurred—she eased her guard, gracefully retracting her skill. The air crackled with anticipation. “I might be onto something here. Your name… is it, perhaps, Leon?”
Approaching me with a mesmerizing grace, her stilettos created a rhythmic tac-tac-tac on the solid concrete rooftop. I made no move to defend or reposition; I stood my ground, watchful and unwavering.
“Am I right?”
A smile played on my lips. “You’ve hit the bullseye. How did you come to that conclusion?”
Her smile mirrored mine. “Are you intent on continuing this charade? By now, you must have grasped the truth, haven’t you? The reason for your relaxed guard is that you’ve finally realized who I am, right?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said with a teasing smile.
“Come on now. I know you’ve felt it too. The electrifying sense of connection. That’s why I knew instantly it was you, you know? I’ve got this uncanny intuition, and all my guesses land at a solid 90% accuracy. The only 10% where I fail is in gambling. This might be a gamble about whether you really are the person I’m searching for, but this time, I’m absolutely certain you’re the one,” she said.
I’m sorry, but I didn’t feel this so-called sense of connection because I only discovered that you were my sister through my skill. I figured I shouldn’t say that, though.
“You’re my brother,” she declared. “You… You’re the one I left in that church.” Tears shimmered in the corners of her eyes, but she valiantly held them back, determined not to let them cascade down. She displayed incredible strength to hold back her tears in this poignant reunion. While I was touched, I couldn’t summon much emotion since I had no recollection of her.
“I see. So that’s the deal,” I said. As my eyes rested on her, the striking resemblance between us became undeniable. Despite her somewhat masculine features, she exuded a captivating beauty. Her face bore a harsh expression, and she has mature body, featuring ample curves. From her pale skin to her black hair and red eyes, we were almost identical. The only differences that stood out were her voluptuous breasts, sexy ass, and enticing hips—a contrast to my own form.
“I… I never intended to leave you at the church. But I had to, to shield and conceal you from them.”
Ohh. Wow, it seems like I might uncover some lore about my own backstory. Intriguing.
“Hide from who, exactly?”
“The seven princesses of hell.”
Seven princesses of hell? Did I hear that right? Those mythical demons I’ve read so much about or encountered in games (though, in games, they were typically cute females)? But hold on a second. Elise mentioned princesses, not princes, right? Does that mean they’re women, just like the fierce, captivating characters I’ve faced in those games?
“Allow me to clarify something,” I said.
“O-Okay. Ask away,” she stammered.
“You mentioned princesses, right? Are we talking about women here?”
She took a deep breath before revealing, “Yeah, they’re women. Demonic rulers, each holding dominion over their own circle of hell. They’re insanely powerful, and I had to make a brutal choice to keep you safe.”
Intrigued, I leaned in, eager for more details. “So, lay it on me. What’s the deal with these hellish princesses? Why were they gunning for me?”
Elise hesitated, her red eyes reflecting a mix of regret and determination. “You, my dear brother, possess a unique power—a power that could disrupt the delicate balance in hell. They came after you to either control or obliterate that threat. I had to stash you away to protect you. And I had to confront the threats they sent to find you. I’m sorry for leaving you alone, but you have to understand it was all to ensure your safety.”
Well, this is getting more and more interesting. Never thought hell had princesses trying to get their hands on me. And my power—the ability to copy the skills of the women I’ve fucked. I think I know why they’re wary of my power. Because, well, they’re women.
“So, you did all of this to keep me safe, huh?” I said, feeling a surge of emotion. I moved closer to my sister, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Through the leather of her bike suit, I could feel the warmth emanating from her. “Thanks,” I whispered, the gratitude heavy in my voice.
After a beat, Elise, my sister who had dedicated herself to tirelessly protecting me, reciprocated the embrace.
“Y-You’re welcome.”
