To think I would die like this.
My body trembled as I looked at the knife stabbed through my stomach.
"Hehe~" a sonorous laugh echoed in my ears as I looked at the perpetrator with a pale face. Her long black hair cascaded down her naked back.
Her fair skin glistened with sweat and her face twisted with a mixture of madness and joy.
Had I gone too far?
"...I finally did it." She muttered and fell to her knees, sobbing in the process. The sight of her naked helpless body would usually have me aroused.
I couldn't help but wonder.
Should I let her experience this joy or let her fall into despair once again?
The blood dripped down the handle of the knife and soaked the mat.
Troublesome.
"Why?" I asked, knowing the answer.
She paused and her face morphed into one of surprise. "You... You're asking why?"
Her voice was full of disbelief, something I found funny. She was so beautiful, her crimson eyes glistened with tears and her face held unbearable sadness yet the hint of relief stung my heart.
I can't blame her though.
"I already told you... you... You're mine." I explained, if I were correct this was the 27,567th time I had said that to her.
"It was a mistake... It wasn't supposed to be like this... I'm sorry." She whispered before crawling to me. She had no strength left to get up.
"Your mistake huh... Yet I'm the one paying the price for it." I mocked her and the way it made her panic aroused me further.
Ah, how much I loved her. The mere sight of her had my mind hazy... If only... If only...
Just a bit more... Just a bit more and I might just have an erection.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She tugged the edge of my jeans and repeatedly apologised like a broken doll.
Her face had various expressions, from happiness to anxiousness. There was joy and there was sadness. There was panic yet there was relief.
I felt pity for her.
Extending my hand I stroked her hair gently, like a kind father. Her hair was as soft as usual, I really wanted to take one last sniff.
"Do you know... If you call the ambulance right now, I might be saved."
She, who was still apologising, looked up in surprise.
Her face turned blank and my arousal grew, how was her skin so fair and beautiful? Why was her face so perfect? Why was her body so irresistible? Why was she so perfect? Why was her hair so soft? Why was her scent so arousing? Why were her eyes so cute?
"I... I..." She stuttered and I felt like laughing.
She was actually entertaining the fact of saving me after stabbing me.
Just how foolish was this girl? Her impulsive actions have led both of us to misery.
Should I have not let her stab me? I guess seeing her hide the knife earlier had me full of curiosity.
However, I can tell, that not being with her was the better option. Even though it might cause her regret for a few years, she should be able to lead a pleasant life after I'm gone.
I've already made sure her close friends were notified about her. I had already filled her bank account with a few million dollars. I really hope she'll use it well and not waste it.
But it was nothing if you wanted to spend it irrationally.
She's also smart enough to not get swindled so there was not much to worry about.
To forcibly make you love your kidnapper was a cruel thing and no one should experience it.
My breathing grew ragged as I leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Forcibly halting my regeneration took way more energy than I thought.
"Even after the countless nights we spent together," I whispered to myself yet it was audible to her.
My senses were growing fuzzy and I felt dizzy due to the blood loss. My body was losing strength.
I slid down the wall and fell on my butt with a thud.
"Onii-san!" She muttered in panic as my face grew paler by the second. She dove into my chest and hugged me tightly while crying.
I groaned in pain.
She pushed the knife deeper.
God fucking dammit, you dumbass of a little sister.
I felt like closing my eyes. If I were to guess I had about three minutes left before I died. Since I was fighting against my own body, my energy was being rapidly expended.
Had I not interfered there was no mortal way of me being granted death. Out of the thousands of lives I've lived this one was by far the most anti-climatic.
I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her in closer. Her face was a sobbing mess. The initial adrenaline had worn off and reality had set in.
She had stabbed her own brother.
"I told you to heek stop... Why?" Her whimpers were like music to my ears as forcibly grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hmmph!?"
She struggled yet I held her in place. Her hands thrashed around, hitting me in various places that I ignored.
My lips latched on to hers and my tongue dove straight into hers. Her body trembled as she sloppily responded to my kiss, our salivas mixed and I kept her in place. My hand dug into the back of her head, applying pressure whenever she tried to pull back.
"Mmm! Mmphh~" her muffled voice was once again music to my ears as I played with her tongue, not letting her gain a second of control.
"Live well, stupid girl. Also, I was joking don't try to call the ambulance. My body and the bloodstains will disappear, there's a note in the cupboard, if the police ever question you show them the note."
Her tear-stricken face was full of confusion as my words slowly settled in. Did she really think I could be saved? Why not call the ambulance then? Why are you crying on my chest dumbass?
"It's not your fault, we were both young and impressionable. I was the one that forced you into it at first. Whatever I said back then was nothing but the truth."
"No!" She yelled and shook her head frantically.
Crazy girl.
As a reincarnator family meant nothing to me. If the female was beautiful enough I would fuck it. After living for hundreds of thousands of years there was only so much that you could enjoy.
At the age of 17, I forced this one year younger little sister of mine into a sexual relationship with me in the name of 'exploring' things.
As a little sister who admired her brother, she obeyed me and till the time she realised things had gone too far, it was too late.
I acted like I was in regret and she being the compassionate sister she was told me it was fine and that I could use her if that was what I wanted.
I made the situation into one where she was telling me it was fine to continue this immoral relationship.
We, brother and sister, had fallen into a state of degeneracy. With parents that both worked till late we had wild sex every single day after coming back from school.
Taboo...
Such a fascinating concept. I had almost forgotten incest was frowned upon and despite that it was the most common fetish.
Of course thanks to the skills I possessed I could decide whether she would get pregnant or not.
Raw sex was the best sex.
In the bath, in the kitchen, in the bedroom in the living room, while studying, while watching TV I never let her go. From vanilla to rough to even BDSM we had almost tried everything.
Of course, as someone who didn't care much about anything and a sister who didn't know what to do we were caught in the act by friends who barged into our house to play.
Word spread.
Nonetheless, feeling a little pity for her I decided to take the blame and slowly manipulated the rumours.
It went from a disgusting pair of siblings to a disgusting brother that raped his sister and forced her to have sex with him since she couldn't send her brother to jail.
It was then that reality settled in for her.
She wanted to stop but I kept on forcing her. Our parents had no words and were on the verge of despair they initially wanted to separate while taking one child each to let things calm down but I threatened to kill myself if they did so.
Of course, they knew that I hadn't 'forced' her. In their eyes, we were children who had lost their way and were having consensual sex. They couldn't bear it and decided to let us live together alone.
Even my sister thought I was serious. She had turned into my sex slave. Her life was nothing but pleasuring me.
No one could do anything if there was no case charged. We were forced to move cities.
That was not what I initially wanted but I was curious to see where it would go. Would she eventually get fed up and try to kill me? After all the only time she was sane was when she wasn't in bed with me.
After years I had fully trained her into a simple cock case for me.
In the end, the love I had for her was real. She knew that and maybe that was why she was regretting it.
I tapped her neck with my finger and she fell asleep. The amount of times I've done this and had sex with her was hilarious.
Now that I thought about it, didn't she want to become a singer?
A smile found its way to my face as I brushed a finger across her soft nape.
I had restructured her vocal cords and sent her the memories of an elven singer from Asteria.
In case anyone's reading about this twisted tale of mine, Asteria is a magical world full of different species. It was a basic 'hero kills the demon lord' setting.
And I was the summoned hero. Though things turned south when I made a deal with the Demon King, I helped him conquer Asteria while he would provide me with the most beautiful women in the world.
Nonetheless, this world was also fun. I quite enjoyed the serene peace.
I lovingly stroked the hair of my still-naked sister.
I wonder where I'll go next.