Since that day, Kaguya had been spending her days leveling up and bonding with her brother in their own twisted, intimate way.
To her, those days felt like true happiness.
She knew well that her brother didn't see her as just a sibling. He never did. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it wasn't brotherly, and it wasn't innocent either.
He had even told her not to get too close to other men, his voice dead serious and possessive.
But Kaguya didn't mind.
Not even a little.
After all, she had no desire to be touched or loved by any other man.
Her brother wasn't wrong in her eyes. They were twins, born together, bound by something far deeper than blood.
Their souls had been intertwined from the very beginning. It was fate, written in the stars. They were meant to be together. Nothing could change that. Nothing should
With the help of her brother's thunderous power, the loyal armed forces that now followed them, and with Ai at their side, they'd wiped out every zombie near the villa.
They cleared entire streets like it was a game.
Then they took over the local supermarket, stormed the police station, and raided every weapon stash they could find.
When cops or thugs got in their way, they didn't last long.
Her brother fried them with bolts of pure lightning, turning flesh and bone to smoldering ash.
No one could stop him. He even hijacked the entire city's surveillance grid, hacking into cameras, drones, and traffic feeds with his electrical powers.
He saw everything, left no witnesses, and erased every trace of their violent takeover.
It was effortless.
A complete sweep.
Because of all that, she and Hayasaka had reached level 10 and awakened their own superpowers.
Most of the armed troops under her brother's command had also awakened abilities.
Kaguya didn't know what methods her brother used on them, whether it was experiments, energy transfer, or something darker, but the results spoke for themselves.
They didn't serve the Shinomiya Family anymore.
They served only him.
And that made Kaguya proud.
It meant they weren't just tools or pawns under the control of some cold-hearted old men at the top of the Shinomiya hierarchy.
They were now part of her brother's private army, untouchable and terrifying.
Even her own ability was incredible. She had awakened Lunar Manipulation. She could pull energy from the moon, bend gravity to her will, manipulate tides, veil the world in night, and even twist the shadows under moonlight.
Her affinity with the moon granted her dominion over every aspect tied to it.
But of course, she knew better than to compare herself to her brother.
In mythology, Zeus stood at the top, god of gods, wielder of thunder, feared even by the moon goddess herself. No matter how elegant the moon was, no matter how vast the ocean, it still bowed beneath the sky god's fury.
Even though her powers were versatile, they lacked the overwhelming, destructive force of thunder.
Her gravity could crush bones, her moonlight could disorient enemies, and she could flood the streets by dragging the tide inland, but none of it matched the sheer terror her brother's lightning bolts brought when they turned men into smoking corpses with a single strike.
Hayasaka, meanwhile, had awakened some power related to speed and assassination.
Kaguya hadn't pried into it. Hayasaka never offered the details, and Kaguya didn't ask.
Everyone had their secrets, their boundaries.
She wasn't going to intrude.
She wasn't nosy. She didn't need to be.
She already had everything she wanted. A brother who belonged to her and a world that was finally starting to fall into place.
Apart from leveling up diligently every day, of course, they didn't forget to do the intimate things behind closed doors.
Unlike with Hayasaka, where Genji was brutal, dominant, and relentless in bed, when it came to Kaguya, his sex with Kaguya was entirely different.
With her, he was slow, careful, and guiding. When he popped her cherry, it wasn't through force or recklessness.
He eased into her, made her feel safe. Her moan wasn't one of pain, but pure, overwhelming bliss. His cock didn't intrude, it claimed her deliberately, with purpose and care.
His cock slid into her not like an invader, but like it belonged there. His entry was smooth, controlled, thoughtful.
He didn't just take her, he gave her an experience.
Before even putting his cock near her pussy, he made sure she was fully ready.
He took his time with foreplay, with fingers and tongue, worshiping her body, teasing every sensitive spot until she was soaked and breathless.
He whispered to her, calmed her, touched her in ways that made her arch and cry out, until her body stopped resisting and surrendered completely to him.
She wasn't nervous anymore. She was soft, open, and trusting, fully giving herself to him. Her tension melted into arousal.
She squirted under his tongue more than once, her slick dripping down her thighs as he licked her pussy again and again, not stopping even after she begged him to.
Every inch of her was his to devour.
He licked the glistening sweat from her neck and chest, sucked her nipples until they were sore and slick with spit, and even dragged his tongue slowly up her armpits, making her tremble with overstimulated delight.
He didn't skip a single part of her. He wanted it all.
By the time he pressed his cock against her soaked entrance, she didn't even realize when he slid it in, only that her virginity was gone, blood trickling between her thighs, and she was full, stretched, and shaking from how good it felt.
Unlike with Hayasaka, where he was rough and unapologetic from the start, Genji gave Kaguya something else.
He kissed her deeply as he pushed inside, held her close, whispered her name like she was everything.
He didn't pound her, he moved slowly, rhythmically, letting her feel every single inch of his cock as he slid in and out.
His lips never left hers, his tongue ravaged her mouth as his hips thrust, gently but powerfully. It was her first time, and yet it felt like heaven.
That first night, they lost themselves in each other.
She clung to him, moaning with every stroke, until her legs gave out and she collapsed into his chest, completely ruined by his cock.
And afterward? They never skipped sex again.
Every night, without fail, Kaguya would crawl into his arms, into his bed, begging softly for his touch, for his cock, for his warmth, for the man who made her feel safe while being filled to the brim.
But it didn't stop there.
No, not even close. In the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the damn dining room, her brother would bend her over, lift her legs, or pin her to the wall just to fuck her.
To claim her. To pump her full of cum and make her his completely.
Again and again, he came inside her. No condoms. No pulling out. Just raw, breeding sex. She felt his seed dripping from her daily, and deep inside, she craved more.
He made sure to fill her every time. To claim her again and again until she couldn't think of anything else.
Wherever they had a moment alone, her brother would pull her close, slide his cock inside her, and fuck her until her voice was hoarse and her womb ached from being pumped full of his seed.
It continued all the way to now.
Now, they'd both leveled up to Level Ten. They had awakened their superpowers, but sex, raw and intimate, still remained at the center of their bond.
He still made her moan his name. He still made her pussy gush and twitch around his cock.
Maybe this life wasn't that bad after all.
If this had been before the apocalypse, before the Age of Awakening, would they have dared to be this bold? To commit such taboo acts in the Shinomiya Compound?
Kaguya thought so.
And right now, as she laid in his arms with his seed still dripping from between her thighs, she didn't regret a single second.
She looked at him with eyes full of love, her body still glowing with temptation.
The sweat from their previous round of rough, passionate sex clung to her skin, glistening under the faint light.
Her breasts gently rose and fell with each breath, nipples still swollen, her thighs slick with their mixed fluids.
His cock twitched the moment she moved, just the slightest shift of her hips made it throb back to full strength.
He reached out, his fingers tracing slowly along her spine, feeling the lingering heat radiating from her body.
Her skin was soft, flushed, and sticky with the mess of sex, and he couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"What's up, Kaguya?"
"I want it again... I want to do it again, brother..." she whispered, her voice soft and sultry, soaked in lust.
Her eyes were heavy, glazed over with that post-orgasmic haze, but burning with love and lust as she gazed at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.
"Everything for you, sister." He grinned.
Genji kissed her hard, pressing his mouth against hers before flipping her onto her back.
In one smooth motion, he lined himself up and slid his cock back inside her drenched pussy.
She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting.
His cock filled her to the edge, stretching her already sore walls as he drove in and out, slowly at first, then rougher, harder, faster.
Her moans filled the room, raw, needy, soaked in ecstasy.
Every time his hips slammed into hers, her body shook and her nails dug into his back.
He fucked her with everything, his cock plunging deep, his lips kissing hers, his tongue exploring hers, and his hands gripping her tits, squeezing and playing with her nipples until they were raw.
When he came, he didn't stop.
He poured his cum deep inside her cunt, then pulled out and jerked his cock, shooting more hot loads across her heaving chest, her flushed face, and finally straight into her open mouth as she stuck out her tongue, begging for more.
She swallowed every drop with devotion in her eyes.
The bed was soaked with sweat, cum, and her juices.
Her body laid there spent, twitching, satisfied, her pussy leaking with his seed.
Life really is indeed good, if you're Genji.