Ryouma Sajyou's POV
"You know what, Manaka? I like you more than anyone else in this world. If you stay sweet, stay obedient, and remain my good girl, I will love you very much. I will always love you."
I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair, my touch slow and deliberate, savoring the warmth of her scalp beneath my fingertips.
"Really, brother?" Manaka looked up at me, her eyes wide, filled with unfiltered hope.
I nodded, my gaze remaining gentle as I watched her. "Of course, my sweet sister."
Then, without warning, I pushed her away. My voice turned cold, firm.
"But unfortunately, your disobedience needs correction. You've defied me, Manaka. You tried to manipulate me, you distrusted me, and now you're trying to sweet-talk your way out of it—telling me you won't do it again. But will you?"
Her expression faltered for the first time, the glimmer of hope in her eyes darkening into something more fragile. "But I proved myself, brother. Do I need to prove it again?"
Her voice cracked, trembling with grievance, but I remained unmoved.
I let out a quiet chuckle, my finger pointing straight at her. "You're proving it now."
Manaka lowered her head, her hands clenching at her sides.
This time, she didn't refute me.
Because she knew I was right.
She wasn't something that could be tamed at will. Her sweetness, her obedience, her doting affection—it was all just the carefully constructed mask of a possessive girl who saw the world as nothing more than a stage for her amusement. A means to keep me close, to make herself feel whole, to satisfy her insatiable need for me.
But what happened the moment my affection wavered? The moment I wasn't wrapped around her?
She broke.
And she had already proven it—just now—by raising her voice against me the second I pushed her out of my embrace.
Then, lifting her head, Manaka's lips curled into a slow, sickly smile.
"You really are difficult to please, brother," she murmured, her voice smooth yet laced with something twisted. "But that's exactly why I love you."
A breathy sigh left her lips, and without hesitation, she turned around, facing the wooden table.
Then—she lifted her skirt.
She bent forward, pressing her stomach against the table, arching her back in a way that fully exposed herself to me.
Her round, perky ass was on full display, the curves teasingly inviting, tempting me to claim them.
She looked back at me, smirking playfully, her golden locks cascading over her shoulder.
"Let's see who lasts longer, brother," she purred. "Your discipline... or your desire to ruin my tight little ass and take it for the first time."
She gripped the edge of the table, her fingers pressing into the wood, her entire posture exuding undeniable submission.
My gaze lingered on her, drawn to the way her ass shifted with each subtle movement, as if deliberately taunting me.
I remained silent for a moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in.
Then, I pondered.
What should I choose?
Did this really need to be questioned again?
A low, menacing chuckle escaped my lips as I stroked my cock, the tip pressing against the tight, inviting entrance of Manaka's ass.
Her bare, pale skin trembled slightly under my touch, her plump cheeks spread wide before me—exposed, vulnerable, and completely at my mercy.
She gasped, her body instinctively tensing. She hadn't expected this.
"Brother… I thought… you would refuse… because of your pride…" she murmured, her voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief.
I didn't bother answering. Instead, I buried myself into her in one ruthless thrust.
The moment my cock speared into her ass, stretching her, claiming her, I felt the way her tight hole squeezed around me—not resisting, but welcoming.
Unlike other women, who would scream in pain or need time to adjust, Manaka required neither. No lubrication, no preparation.
Nothing like what other women would experience when forced to take something this thick and raw without preparation.
Of course, there wouldn't be.
Manaka was different. Her nigh-omnipotent power ensured she was always ready for me—always wet, always tight, always perfectly prepared for whatever I wanted to do to her.
It didn't matter when or where. If I reached for her, if I decided to take her, she was already in a state where she could handle me effortlessly.
"You think too lowly of me, Manaka," I growled, gripping her hips tight as I set a relentless pace, slamming into her over and over again. "I already told you, didn't I? I love you more than anyone in this world. This isn't about pride. It isn't about rules anymore. It's about you."
Her expression shifted—that sick, twisted smile of hers vanished.
The dark madness in her eyes melted away, replaced by something deeper, something needy.
Her lips parted, a moan slipping past them as she arched her back, pressing herself harder against me.
"Yes, brother… love me… ruin me… make a mess out of me… give me your cock!" she moaned, her voice dripping with unrestrained lust.
The sound of her lewd cries echoed through the room, bouncing off the breakfast table as I grinned.
"As you wish, Princess," I murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair as I slammed into her mercilessly.
Her body rocked forward with every deep, brutal thrust, her tight hole swallowing me whole with each stroke.
She was made for this—for me. Every inch of her, every part of her existence, was meant to be used, fucked, and filled to the brim.
She came—hard—her entire body spasming beneath me, her lewd cries filling the room, her walls clenching so tightly around me that I felt myself nearing the edge.
Her juices dripping down onto the table beneath us. But I didn't stop. I couldn't.
Not until I filled her completely.
I buried myself to the hilt, letting out a low groan as I emptied myself inside her, filling her ass with my thick, hot cum.
Manaka shuddered beneath me, letting out a satisfied hum as she milked every last drop from me.
This was us.
This was our twisted, fucked-up relationship.
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Note: Yeah, it's been half a month since I last updated this novel. Right now, this is the only story I'm actively working on. For your information—yes, Fate/Stay Night technically won the vote, but the number of people who actually voted was way too small, so I won't be using Stay Night as the next plotline.
Personally, I prefer Fate/Zero over Stay Night anyway.
That said, I didn't pick Fate/Zero either. Honestly, I have no concrete plans for what comes next.
From the beginning till now, when I wrote all this shit, I never had a single fucking plan.
Now, let's get to the main topic. Since my update schedule is kind of all over the place, I'm giving you the option to influence the direction of the story through a vote.
As you know, this is a yandere story, and I'm letting you choose whether we go full-on extreme or stick with a half-baked version.
The extreme route means the story will take a very dark turn. Every girl the MC gets close to—or sleeps with—will be hurt, maimed, or even killed by Manaka. This option is brutal and will leave you either disturbed or constantly on edge, depending on your taste.
It might lead to a bittersweet ending and aims to take a more realistic approach.
The second option is more of a sunshine-and-rainbows route. Everything goes the MC's way, and while Manaka is still yandere, she's not as extreme. She might hurt or manipulate the women close to the MC, but she won't maim or kill them.
In short:
The first option stays faithful to the canon and leans into realism.
The second option is basically your wet dream in story form.
So, what's your choice, dude?
Remember, if only a few people vote like last time, I'll assume you're fine with however the story goes. That's how it went with the last vote—most people chose Stay Night, but the total number of votes wasn't enough for me to take it seriously.
Meaning: even if the second option wins, but only a handful of people voted, I probably won't implement it. If fewer than ten people vote, that's too little for me to even care about the results.
So, yeah—it'll come down to my mood. Whether I go with route one or two depends on how I feel unless enough of you actually vote.
After all, if you don't vote, that means you're leaving the story's direction entirely in my hands.
Cast your vote if you genuinely care about the tone of the story. But if you don't give a shit whether it goes dark and brutal or pure wish fulfillment, then don't bother.
1. Extreme and Realistic
2. Wish Fulfillment