After recruiting Assassin, it was already past midnight, and life carried on as usual.
I held Manaka close, her slender body pressed against mine.
She was wearing that green princess dress she always wore, the one that made her look like a perfect little doll, so delicate and fucking cute it drove me crazy.
My hands slid up from her waist to her chest, and I started groping her breasts from behind, squeezing the soft mounds through the silky fabric.
Her breath hitched, and a sweet little gasp left her lips.
Without any patience left, I yanked aside her panties and tossed them away, exposing her bare pussy beneath the flowing dress.
My cock, already rock-hard, found her slit instantly. I grabbed her hips, lined myself up, and thrust inside her tight, wet pussy in one smooth motion.
Her walls clenched around me, hot and slick, as she let out a trembling moan and called my name in that high, breathless voice.
I kept fucking her from behind, hips slamming into her ass over and over as her dress hiked up around her waist.
Each thrust made her soft ass jiggle, and every time I pulled out, I could see my shaft glistening with her juices before I slammed it back into her soaking cunt.
She moaned my name again and again, her voice rising higher as I pounded her deeper, my balls slapping against her with wet, rhythmic smacks.
Her tight pussy squeezed me so deliciously that I lost myself completely in the feeling, eyes squeezing shut as I rutted into her like a fucking animal.
"Fuck… I wanted you so bad, Manaka. You drove me crazy." I groaned, gripping her breasts harder, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I felt the pressure building up fast inside me.
"Yes, brother. Give it to me." She moaned cutely, her voice dripping with sweet, filthy temptation, each sound rolling off her tongue like she was begging me to ruin her.
As if answering her silent demand, I shoved myself in as deep as I could go and unloaded inside her, flooding her pussy with thick, hot cum.
My body shuddered with release as I kept thrusting a few more times, making sure every drop spilled into her.
Her cunt pulsed and twitched around my cock, milking me for everything I had while she whimpered softly, trembling from the force of her own orgasm.
By the time I finally stopped, my consciousness was slipping away.
I stayed buried inside her, holding her tight against me as my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep, still balls-deep in Manaka's cum-filled pussy.
...
Hiroki Sajyou's POV
"Good morning, Father." Ryouma greeted me, his tone calm as always.
He was accompanied by Manaka and standing with them was a dark-skinned girl with long purple hair in a provocative, revealing dark dress that immediately made me pause.
Who is she?
My face must have betrayed my surprise, because when I looked down, I noticed something that made my heart jolt.
Bright red command seals blazed clear as day on the back of Ryouma's hand.
"Are you also a Master, Ryouma?" I asked, unable to keep the doubt out of my voice.
Just yesterday, there hadn't been any sign of that mark on him.
The only way he could have gotten it so quickly was either by stealing a relic from the church or taking it from one of the Masters already chosen by the Holy Grail.
Stealing from the church was near unthinkable, it was reckless and almost suicidal, considering the church was a major power that rivaled even the Mage Association, and it had the backing of Alaya itself.
That left only one conclusion: he must have claimed it from another Master, somehow.
While we talked, Manaka was already focused on cooking breakfast for us.
She moved with such calm confidence in the kitchen that I felt an unexpected swell of pride in my chest.
My daughter wasn't just gifted, she was gentle to her family, kind to everyone around her, and had a grace about her that made people say she looked like a princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale.
Not only was I proud of her, but I was also proud of my son and of Ayaka.
Ryouma might have flaws, he was too driven by anger sometimes, too easily tempted by lust, and he preferred being alone rather than making friends, but he was still a good boy at heart.
He was polite to almost everyone, never caused trouble, and excelled in his studies. Even in magecraft, he surpassed most adults twice his age.
Ayaka might have been a little less exceptional compared to both of them, but she was still sensible, well-behaved, and dependable in her own way.
Having such a son and daughters, what more could I possibly ask for as a father?
While I was lost in those thoughts, a savory aroma began to drift into the room, snapping me back to reality.
I turned my head just in time to see Manaka, Ayaka, and the purple-haired girl carrying plates in our direction.
They set down a beautiful spread of a traditional Japanese breakfast: steaming white rice, grilled fish with crisp golden skin, bowls of miso soup fragrant with seaweed, and an assortment of neatly prepared side dishes.
"Breakfast is ready, Father," Manaka said softly.
She walked over to Ryouma and sat down beside him, her expression warm. Ayaka and the purple-haired girl also took their seats, settling in without a word.
We began eating, the clink of chopsticks and soft sips of soup filling the silence. I didn't press the question any further for now.
There was too much I wanted to ask, but in that moment, with warm food in front of me and my strange, perfect family around me, I just kept quiet.
That Command Seal on Ryouma's hand wasn't going anywhere.
And neither were the answers.
...
Note:
Yeah, I'm gonna sideline Gilgamesh as the sister for later. Right now, I want to write Kurumi as the sister instead. Not yandere series, nah, this one's a VRMMORPG story where the MC is the creator of the Nasuverse and built Type-Moon Online.
He also made a bunch of other games based on fictional worlds like Akame ga Kill, then fused them with Danmachi, Shield Hero, and Frieren.
It's a developer path, not a player one. The whole world is an anime mash-up, and this story's got a vanilla, good-hearted MC. Just to be clear, I'm talking about that fic, not this shit, this one stays evil, and I like it that way.
The plot follows the MC who creates games out of passion, with his sister Kurumi trolling players alongside him. So his approach to game design is chaotic, willful, and full of trolling, he's not making balanced systems, he's making fun.
Eventually, the game world becomes real. It blows up into a massive IP and manifests across the multiverse. The MC ends up stronger than Akasha, even stronger than The Presence and One Above All.
The world's divided into two main paths: Creators and Players. The power system is based on the tier sequence from Lord of the Mysteries. Everyone gets a system that lets them create their own game worlds through dreams, and if enough players believe in those games, they become real.
Yeah, expect Stan Lee, Tolkien, George R.R. Martin to be literal gods in that universe. Even Issei, you know, that Issei, he's the guy who created the DXD world and fused it with Trinity Seven, Shinmai Maou no Testament, and basically every damn oppai stuff the original DXD creator ever self-inserted into.
So yeah, Creator battles are gonna be multiversal, with massive armies, summonable characters, world-class trolling, and lore wars that span entire realities. That's the plan.
But honestly? I don't think I'll make it too violent. That world would be more about entertainment and spirituality than constant war. A place for creators to let loose and shape dreams, not just blow shit up.