Early in the morning.
Knock! Knock!
"Sister Azariel, wake up," Akira's soft voice came from behind the door. "Breakfast is ready."
"Ugh... five more minutes," I groaned, pulling the covers over my head.
The sweet and innocent Akira, who woke up from years of coma, has fully embraced the role of the 'big sister' and the 'loyal wife' in our strange little family. She was the one who woke me up every morning, she was the one who made breakfast, and she was the one who made sure Ron and I were well fed and taken care of.
"Come on, sleepyhead," she said, her voice full of warmth. "You have a big day ahead of you."
"...Fine."
I got out of bed, my body still humming with the lingering energy from yesterday's dungeon delve. I took a quick shower, letting the warm water wash away the lingering sleep.
When I entered the kitchen, the delicious smell of pancakes and syrup hit me. Akira was standing by the stove, humming a soft tune as she flipped a pancake. She was wearing a simple yellow sundress, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail. She looked... domestic. Happy.
"Hehe~..." A sly grin appeared on my face as I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Morning, wifey."
"Kyaa~..." Akira let out a cute yelp, her body tensing for a second before relaxing into my embrace. "G-Good morning, Sister Azariel."
I leaned down and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. She smelled of sunshine, maple syrup, and something else... something uniquely hers. Something that made my own blood heat up.
"You smell good," I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. "Good enough to eat."
Akira blushed, a deep crimson that spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
"S-Stop it," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "Ron will see."
"Let him watch," I purred, my hands sliding up from her waist to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. "We can ask him to join us."
She gasped, her back arching as my thumbs brushed against her already-hard nipples.
"Azariel..." she moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder. "We... we can't..."
"Why not?" I whispered, my teeth nipping at her earlobe. "He's seen us do worse."
That's a lie. The 'worse' thing Ron saw was me 'treating' Akira's illness with mouth-to-mouth. He never saw us do anything more... intimate.
Except hugging and the occasional teasing.
'I wonder what his reaction would be if he saw me having sex with his sister.'
The thought sent a thrill of excitement through me. I could almost picture it: Ron standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and a forbidden curiosity as he watched me claim his sister, making her mine in every way possible.
'He would probably get hard and try to hide it,' I thought with a smirk.
"We... we should eat breakfast," she said, her voice trembling with desire. "It's getting cold."
I sighed, a little disappointed, but I let her go. She was right. We had a long day ahead of us.
"Alright." I gave her breasts one last, gentle squeeze before letting go. "But you owe me one."
Akira just smiled, a shy, secret smile that promised more to come later. She turned back to the stove, her hands shaking slightly as she placed the last pancake on a plate.
"Morning," Ron walked in, his hair still messy from sleep. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt, and he looked... well rested. Happy.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as he scanned me from head to toe.
Why?
Well... I was wearing my black micro-bikini that did a poor job of covering my huge, bouncy breasts and my big, round ass. It was more of a collection of strings and tiny patches of fabric than actual clothing.
"Morning, Ron," I said, my tone light and casual. "Did you sleep well?"
"Y-Yeah..." he stammered, his eyes glued to my chest. "I... uh... I did."
Dude! We fucked already, but he still acts like a shy virgin... well, that needs to change.
'What if we have a threesome? No, no, not yet.' I shook my head to banish the thought. 'Not before claiming Akira's virginity.'
"I'm glad to hear that," I said, walking over to the table and sitting down. "Now, let's eat. I'm starving."
Akira placed the stack of pancakes on the table, along with a bottle of maple syrup and a pot of coffee. She sat down across from me, her cheeks still flushed.
Ron finally managed to tear his eyes away from me and sat down. He reached for the syrup, his movements a bit clumsy.
"You're staring," I said, my lips curling into a sly grin. "If you want a better look, all you have to do is ask."
He nearly dropped the syrup bottle. Akira giggled, hiding her smile behind her hand.
"Stop teasing my little brother, Aza," she said, but there was no real censure in her voice.
"I'm not teasing," I said, my eyes locked on Ron's. "I'm just stating a fact. He's a healthy, young man. It's natural for him to appreciate a beautiful woman."
He just stared at me, his mouth slightly agape, his face a bright shade of red.
"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked, pouring some syrup on my pancakes.
"The plan," Ron said, finally finding his voice, "is for me to register at the academy. The new semester starts in a week. I need to get my student ID, my class schedule, and, more importantly, pay the fee for the awakening."
"Right, the academy," I said, taking a bite of my pancakes. "I'd forgotten all about that."
The city had one major academy for adventurers, a place where young people with potential came to learn how to fight, how to use their skills, and how to survive in a world filled with monsters. It was also the place where they underwent their official 'awakening', a ritual that unlocked their full potential and gave them classes.
For Ron, I bet he's going to awaken as an assassin or something that uses daggers. The kid loves them.
"I can't wait," Ron said, a genuine excitement in his eyes. "I'll finally be able to awaken my class. Maybe I'll be a swordsman, or a mage."
I can't help but smile.
Kid, you're so far off.
"What about you, Aza?" Akira asked. "Are you going to enroll too?"
Akira already knows the real me. Ron and I told her everything, from the contract to the wishes.
Surprisingly, she didn't seem to be fazed at all. In fact, she seemed... proud.
"Pfft..." I let out a small laugh. "Why would I waste my time playing with kids? In fact, I found something better."
I pulled out my most favorite thing in this world.
The smartphone.
The phone was a sleek, black rectangle of polished glass and metal. It was a top-of-the-line model, with a massive screen, a powerful processor, and a camera that could capture a wet pussy from a mile away. It was a tool. A weapon. And a toy.
"Look at this," I said, tapping the screen. "The academy is looking to hire new teachers. They have an opening for a 'Combat Instructor'."
Ron and Akira both leaned in, their eyes wide with surprise.
"Are you serious?" Ron asked. "You want to be a teacher?"
"Why not?" I replied, scrolling through the job posting. "The pay is good. The benefits are decent. And it'll give me access to the academy's resources. And more importantly..."
I looked at Ron, a predatory grin on my face.
"It will be the perfect place to fulfill your first wish."
'...and to mess around with the cute students and the female teachers,' I thought to myself.
Ron flinched, his gaze dropping to his plate. Akira's smile faded, a flicker of sadness in her eyes. They both knew what I was talking about.
Miko.
Ron's ex-girlfriend. The girl who had betrayed him, who had left him for dead, who had broken his heart and nearly destroyed his spirit.
His first wish was revenge.
"I... I understand," Ron said, his voice quiet. "But are you sure you can get the job?"
"Don't worry. With my vast experience, I highly doubt any mortal can match me in combat," I said with a shrug. "Besides, I have my ways."
With the memories I have from thousands of creatures I devoured, I was confident I could handle any interview they threw at me. I had the skills of ancient warriors, the knowledge of master tacticians, and the cunning of the most brilliant strategists. Getting a teaching job at a simple adventurer's academy would be a walk in the park.
"So what are you waiting for?" Akira asked, her eyes shining with excitement. "Let's go!"
"Alright, alright," I said, finishing the last of my pancakes. "Let's go get you registered, Ron. Then we'll see about my job application."