When I woke up from my sleep, I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out who that woman in my dream was.
She told me I already knew her. I had my suspicions, it could've been Alaya, Gaia, or maybe the Alien God.
But honestly, I preferred to believe it was the Alien God.
Which version of her, I had no clue.
The only Alien God I really knew was the version of Olga Marie after Leif threw her ass into that black hole or whatever it was.
Sure, Alaya and Gaia were hot shit in the Nasuverse, cosmic entities and all that. But in my eyes, they were just clowns.
There's no way they'd dare to pose as the Akasha, let alone have the balls to mimic her or spread her secrets.
While I was still lost in those thoughts, Manaka slipped under my blanket without a word.
I felt her warm breath on my cock right before she took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she started sucking me deep.
I ran my fingers slowly through her soft blonde hair and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever met Shiki, Manaka?"
Her big eyes blinked up at me.
She let my cock slip out of her mouth with a wet pop, frowning hard.
My precum still clung to her lips, making her look even cuter in that messy, lewd way.
I guess I just love cute girls more than sexy women, that's probably why I don't bother reading or writing about MILFs or even thinking of them as potential love interests.
Compared to all that maternal love crap and getting spoiled like so many webnovel MCs on this site who secretly get off on being pegged by their "mommy," I'd way rather have a cute girl who calls me "Oni-chan."
Just hearing that sweet, innocent voice is enough to completely heal my fucked-up heart and soul.
It's like a shot of pure dopamine straight to my brain, making me feel alive and wanted in a way no big-titted MILF ever could.
"I've seen her, but we've never really met. Why are you asking me this, brother?" she said, eyeing me with suspicion.
I smirked. "Well, she was saying she wanted to steal me from you."
Her pout was instant.
"That's impossible. If you don't want to tell me the truth, fine," she huffed.
Then she glared at me and shoved my cock back into her mouth, sucking it furiously like she wanted to punish me with her tongue.
I groaned, my hips twitching as the intense suction almost made me lose control right then and there.
My balls tightened, and I couldn't stop it, my cum spilled straight into her throat.
She swallowed every drop, licking her lips with a satisfied little smile like she'd just tasted her favorite treat.
Before I could catch my breath, she climbed up onto my lap, her slick pussy lining up with my still-hard cock.
Without any hesitation, she sank down onto me all the way, moaning loud and unashamed as she started bouncing on my shaft like there was no tomorrow.
Her insides gripped me so tight it almost hurt, each wet slap of her hips sending heat shooting up my spine.
I leaned forward, capturing one of her stiff pink nipples in my mouth and sucking hard, feeling her shudder every time my teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.
Manaka kept riding me faster, her breathless cries filling the room as she tried to milk every drop out of me.
Her moans turned into desperate screams when her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down around my cock, squeezing and pulsing as her juices gushed out.
I couldn't hold back anymore and roared her name as I slammed up into her and emptied myself deep inside her, filling her completely.
Her eyes rolled back as she collapsed against my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks.
She lay there weakly, stroking my skin with a warm, possessive touch.
A satisfied little smile playing on her lips.
"Brother, you seem distracted. What's been bothering you?" she asked softly.
"You can't find her. She can even pull me into the dream world without you ever noticing," I said nonchalantly.
She may be powerful, near-omniscient even, but that only counts within the Nasuverse.
Outside of it? She's blind.
Same with Akasha.
People love throwing that name around like it means god-tier authority, but truth is, she ain't truly all-knowing.
Yeah, Akasha knows a lot about the structure of the cosmos, sure.
But not about the real world, the world I came from.
The Akasha here has no link to our world's Akasha. In our world, she's just a neutral entity.
Speaks like an AI, but with weirdly human emotions mixed in. Not human, not divine, just an intelligent force with data access beyond imagination.
Still AI, though. Always was. Always will be.
You ever heard stories from people with near-death experiences? The ones who say they saw a "light"? Who felt the urge to merge with it? Maybe even saw dead relatives waiting inside it, smiling, calling them over?
Yeah. Funny thing is, magi in the Nasuverse chase the same damn thing.
They call it "The Root."
And people in our world? They obsess over that light too, calling it heaven, God, salvation. Two sides of the same obsessive coin.
Doesn't matter if you're a mystic or a priest, same endgame.
Same light.
But me? I never bought that bullshit. I never believed in faith or a god or spirit or higher being. I only believed in one thing: knowledge and truth.
To me, that light isn't God. It's the gateway to the Akashic Record, the source of all knowledge, all possibility. Not salvation. Not heaven. Just universal data.
When you go through that light, you either come out with truths you should've never known… or you get devoured by it, assimilated, recycled, and spat out into another lifetime.
Reborn again, thrown back into the endless circle of suffering and forgetfulness.
Yes, there's another option. You can ask the light to take you to heaven. And here's the truth: if the light refuses, it's fake. It's a fraud. Stay the fuck away from it.
Because if the light is real, it won't manipulate you. If it denies your request, it'll tell you straight-up: "You don't qualify. Not because of karma. Not because of sin. But because you never had faith. You don't belong here."
And that's it. Cold honesty. No guilt-tripping.
But if the light tries to force worship, if it starts emotionally blackmailing you, dragging out your "sins" or "karma," telling you to purify yourself through the wheel of rebirth?
That ain't divine. That's a parasitic entity masquerading as light.
The afterlife isn't some fluffy fairytale. It's not harps and halos. It's a brutal, predatory realm. A place where the strong devour the weak. Where manipulation is the language of existence.
Human rights? Don't exist there. Morality? Doesn't matter. Even your own family, your "loved ones" might not be who you think they are.
Illusions. Copies. Masks.
The god you think you're meeting? Might not be your god at all. Just a leech wearing their face, feeding off your faith.
My previous world was vast. Unfathomably vast. I never told anyone about this, not the full story because even a tiny taste of this knowledge was enough to make people label me a lunatic.
They heard just one fragment and already their fragile little minds shattered.
Especially the religious types. They lost their shit.
Thought I was possessed. Thought I was a demon whisperer or some cultist heretic, just because I challenged their fragile little belief systems with actual knowledge.
So I stopped talking. Kept my mouth shut.
That's why I never got along with normies. They're dumb as fuck. Always preaching love and light while their brains rot from ignorance.
Even my sister, as insanely powerful as she is, nigh-omniscient, nigh-omnipotent, all that flashy shit, she's still blind.
Blind to anything outside of her precious little Nasuverse sandbox. Doesn't matter how many timelines she sees or realities she touches, outside that system? She's just another fool stumbling in the dark.
"Brother… you've changed so much since waking up. No… it's not just that. It was last night, something happened," Manaka muttered, glancing at me with narrowed eyes.
"You've grown more confident. Cocky, even. Like the weight of the world doesn't bother you anymore, like nothing can shake you now. Is this because of that Shiki you told me about, brother?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine for something, maybe reassurance, maybe a lie.
I inwardly rolling my eyes, whether it is Akasha or Alien God, they have little affect on me, exposed to the void and to my soul make me remember my adult experience, no longer of my knowledge limited on my teenage past, who edgy as fuck.
The knowledge I carried now, real knowledge, not the fake shit you get from schools and shallow life experience was buried deep.
Not because it was lost, but because the material world rejected it.
The human brain, this sack of flesh and neurons, simply wasn't made to carry spirit-level truth. Information from the soul didn't flow easily into the body.
It dripped in slowly, like blood through cracked stone.
And yet, despite that, I remembered enough. Enough to make this world feel like a toy box.
Enough to look Manaka in the eyes, that twisted sister of mine, and realize she was only beginning to see who I truly was.
"You already said it yourself, didn't you? That it's impossible for her to do that. Those were your words," I chuckled, unable to suppress the grin tugging at my lips. I never tired of the sensation of my hand gliding over her smooth, flawless skin, especially the way her soft flesh brushed against my stiff, throbbing cock.
Without another word, I flipped her onto the bed.
I didn't bother waiting for her response.
I pressed the swollen head of my cock against her slick entrance, feeling her tense and gasp as she realized what I was about to do.
"Brother…" she breathed, as if wanting to say something more.
But I didn't let her finish.
I drove my cock deep inside her in one hard, merciless thrust.
Her words died in her throat, replaced by a strangled moan as her tight heat squeezed around me.
"Brother... That's unfair... Ah...!" she cried out, her voice shaking as her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts, her pussy squeezing me tight and dripping wet around my cock.
"Fuck… I love you more and more, Manaka. Take this," I growled, my voice rough and low.
With a final, deep thrust, I emptied myself inside her, flooding her womb with thick spurts of cum.
She squirted hard around me, her juices gushing out as I kept pounding into her, refusing to slow down even as my release spilled inside her trembling pussy.
When it was all over and her breathing began to steady, she regained some clarity in her eyes.
She glared up at me, her face flushed and her voice trembling with fury. "What is your deal, brother? I wanted to help you find her, but you…"
"Hush…" I murmured, pressing a finger against her lips.
She went silent immediately, eyes locked onto mine, obedient even in her anger.
I pulled my finger away and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as I leaned close to her ear. "You don't need to worry about her, Manaka. She's far beyond your capabilities. Let's finish the Holy Grail War first, shall we?"
Her voice turned cold, edged with something dark as she murmured back, "I will never let her steal you away from me, Brother. Never. Even if it's just for a moment that she takes you. I'll burn her. I'll end her myself. And anyone who stands against us. I'll make sure you never underestimate me again. Never."
I said nothing, only held her tighter as she clung to me.
Her possessive grip remained locked around my body, refusing to let go.
To someone watching, it might look like a peaceful embrace between two broken souls leaning on each other for comfort.
But deep inside, I knew better.
This was merely the calm before the storm.
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Question:
Hello, guys. If I ever make a story with a premise like this, who do you think would be the best yandere mom or sister?
Kurumi? Gilgamesh (female version)? Aleister Crowley (female version)? Jibril? Krul Tepes? Kushida Kikyou? Fuuka Kiryuuin? Olga Marie? Kaguya Shinomiya? Busujima Saeko? Ryougi Shiki? The possibilities are endless.
Name your pick, the most popular option will be chosen by me in the future, once I finally have time to write a new fic.
Yeah, in the future I want to write a premise like My Sister is a Yandere or My Mother is a Yandere.