The convoy slowed down, sinking into the thick grass of a clearing bathed in a silvery halo from the moon. The trees around seemed to bow, as if to form a protective barrier, and at the center, the soldiers were already setting up camp.
In less than an hour, everything was ready. Tall tents, embroidered with golden threads, lined up with military precision. Inside, one could glimpse soft carpets, cushions stuffed with feathers, and even enchanted lanterns that spread a gentle light. Not a makeshift bivouac: a simple camp, but of a luxury that betrayed our status as "heroes."
A captain approached and bowed:
— "Five tents, one for each of you."
He gestured, and servant girls came to show us the arrangement. Everything already seemed decided, as if we were pieces on a chessboard they could move at will.
I felt the weight of their gazes. Hikari clutched the folds of her cape, Reina nodded with a cold air, Miyu smiled with that mocking look that already annoyed me. And Ayame, as always, imposed her gentleness on the chaos. She raised her hand, interrupting the captain.
— "No." Her voice snapped in the air, soft but firm.
All the soldiers froze. She added, more calmly:
— "We will sleep together. We are a family. This is not the time to scatter."
Her tone left little room for discussion. Yet, I took a breath, fists clenched.
— "Not me."
Silence fell immediately. I felt their eyes on me, surprised, almost shocked. I shook my head and repeated, louder:
— "I want my tent. Alone."
Ayame slightly frowned, as if I had just broken a fragile balance.
— "Kaito… it's not safe. We are in another world. It's better to stay united."
I held her gaze. Her worry was real, but me… I needed to breathe.
— "Exactly. It's because we're in another world that I need to breathe. Here, it's…" I swept my arm across the clearing, the lanterns, the stars shining between the branches. "… the first time in years I can be alone, without walls, without bars. So let me."
My tone was dry, almost harsh. But I had no other choice. If I stayed glued to them, again and again, I would end up losing my mind.
A long silence followed. The soldiers, embarrassed, looked away. Reina sighed with contempt, Miyu chuckled in her corner, Hikari bit her lower lip. And Ayame… she said nothing. She only lowered her head, accepting my decision without approving.
I turned away and entered my tent. The air inside smelled of lavender, the carpets muffled my steps. A luxury that almost made me uncomfortable. But at least, finally, I was alone.
I sat down heavily, closed my eyes, and let out a breath. Finally… I could breathe.
At nightfall, in the center of the camp a great fire burned. The flames cast amber reflections on faces, danced on the tents' fabrics, and turned the clearing into a small island of warmth in the middle of the woods.
Steaming dishes circulated: roasted meats with strange spices, fruits shining as if they had drunk the starlight, and an amber mead whose sweet smell already stung my throat. An absurd luxury for "adventurers" supposed to dive tomorrow into the unknown.
I sat on a log, between Hikari and Reina. Miyu crouched further away, legs spread, biting into a skewer of meat as if it were a performance. Ayame, for her part, sat straight, a bowl in hand, the flames drawing sparks in her brown eyes.
A silence weighed, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the sounds of chewing. Then Hikari finally spoke, in a timid voice:
— "I… I'm scared."
Her hand trembled slightly as she held her cup. She turned her eyes toward the flame.
— "Tomorrow, we enter a dungeon, right? We don't know what awaits us… And me… even with my blessing… I'm not sure I'll be able to help."
Her words died out, swallowed by the fire.
Reina calmly set down her bowl and crossed her arms. Her cold gaze cut off the tenderness Hikari's words had left.
— "Being afraid is useless. The danger is certain. So you must move forward for your own good, for the good of us all."
She planted her steel eyes into those of her half-sister.
— "In this world, we don't have the luxury of hesitation. Our duty is clear: survive, progress, and kill the Demon King. Everything else is useless."
Hikari lowered her eyes, hurt, but Reina did not flinch.
Of course, Miyu burst out in a small laugh.
— "Oh, come on. Stop playing the frigid general." She tilted her head, an insolent smile on her lips. "I find it exciting."
She ran her tongue over her lips still shiny with grease.
— "More monsters, more fights… that means more XP. And the faster we level up, the faster our blessings become… powerful."
She stressed the last word, her eyes drilling into mine with a filthy innuendo. I groaned inwardly. Always her, twisting every sentence.
Ayame then intervened, placing a soothing hand on Hikari's shoulder. Her voice was soft, enveloping, almost maternal… but her gestures, they drew the eyes. Her kimono had slipped open at the chest, revealing a glimpse of lace in the firelight.
— "Calm down. Fear is normal. Excitement too. But as long as we stay together, nothing can break us."
She smiled, and even the soldiers nearby averted their eyes for a moment, as if hypnotized.
I sighed.
— "Alright… I'll make things clear so everyone understands."
They all turned to me. I swallowed a gulp of mead and raised my hand, like a tired high school teacher.
— "Here, the system is simple. At each level, your stats increase. Strength, agility, mana, everything. At level 1, you automatically unlock the skill tied to your blessing, for now we're lvl 0."
I planted my staff into the ground to catch their attention.
— "Then, at each milestone — 10, 20, 50, 100,… your skill evolves. It gets stronger, sometimes even changes form. And each time…" I tapped my temple. "…a voice will resonate in your head. The 'Voice of the World.' Notifications, like a damn video game, that will give you instructions and knowledge."
Miyu burst out laughing, shaking her head.
— "Tss… with a bit of luck, it'll say: 'Even stronger, even faster… keep going!'"
She bit into the skewer, slid it slowly between her lips, then closed her eyes, letting out a deliberate moan:
— "Aaah… hnngh… yes… like that…"
The flames reflected on her glistening mouth.
— "You are… vile," Reina hissed, icy, clenching her bowl as if she were about to crush it.
Hikari, scarlet, hid her face behind her hands.
— "M-Miyu… stop…"
Me, I clenched my teeth. Always her. Always flirting with the limit. And each time, my body reacted against my will.
Ayame calmly set down her bowl, breaking the tension. Her gaze slid briefly toward me before returning to Miyu, and her soft voice fell like a balm:
— "Enough. Eat. Tomorrow will be long."
But even in her maternal tone, there was that warmth… that discreet sensuality that clung to me.
The meal went on, but in a lighter mood. Miyu deliberately dropped a fruit on my lap and laughed as she picked it up "by accident," her fingers brushing my crotch too long. Reina ignored it but clenched her jaw. Hikari choked on a sip of mead and I had to pat her back, which made Miyu laugh even more.
And Ayame… she looked at me in silence, her lips touched by the reflection of the fire. A tender look, but heavy, almost dangerous.
I looked away, biting into a piece of meat.
Damn… family dinner is torture, no matter the world.
The meal came to an end. The flames had lowered, crackling more softly, and the air of the clearing had grown heavy with a comfortable warmth. The soldiers had withdrawn to the side, leaving only the five of us around the fire.
Ayame broke the silence. She set down her bowl, gently smoothed her kimono, and her gaze passed over each of us, one by one.
— "Tomorrow, we will enter the dungeon." Her voice was calm, grave, but there was that softness that belonged only to her. "Before that… I would like each of you to say what's on your heart. Your doubts, your desires."
A brief pause. No one dared answer. Then Hikari inhaled, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her cape.
— "I'd like… to heal. To be useful." Her voice trembled. "My blessing is powerful, but… what if I'm not fast enough? What if I watch someone die in front of me?"
Her eyes shone in the firelight. "I… I'm afraid I won't be enough."
I saw her shrink a little, like a child apologizing for existing.
Reina, of course, didn't let it pass. She raised her chin, her arms crossed in an almost military pose.
— "Fear is useless." Her tone snapped, sharp. "I rely on training. It's the only path."
Her steel eyes swept over the flame, then rested briefly on me — as if daring me to contradict her.
Miyu, crouched, burst out laughing, biting into a fruit as if she were devouring living flesh.
— "Pfff… you're boring. Me, I can't wait." She licked the juice running down her fingers, her eyes shining with excitement. "Every monster is a toy to break. The louder it screams, the more it excites me. And the more XP I gain… the stronger I get."
She shot me a wink. "And you, Nii-san, you'll see if you can keep up."
I looked away, exasperated. Always her, mixing violence and sex like it was the same drug.
Ayame spoke again, but this time with a slight tremor in her voice. Her eyes lingered on me longer than on the others.
— "I won't lie. I'm scared. For me, for you… especially for you."
Her fingers brushed the rim of her bowl, slowly, like an involuntary caress. "We've been thrown into a war that isn't ours. And even if I want to be strong… I remain a mother above all. I want to protect you. But if I lose one of you… I'll never forgive myself."
Silence fell. Her gaze was grave.
I took a long breath, finally raising my voice.
— "Honestly… I'm jaded." I shrugged. "Another suicide mission, more chains. But…" I lifted my eyes toward the tower, where shadows stirred in the wind. "… for the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breathe. Maybe this world will break me. Or maybe it's the first real chance I have."
I smiled, bitter.
— "In any case… I don't plan on dying tomorrow."
The fire crackled. Nobody spoke right away. Faces melted into the shadows, each locked in their own thoughts. Even me… I couldn't tell if what I felt was fear or excitement.
A little later, the clearing had fallen asleep. The central fire still burned, but it cast only a lazy light, almost smothered by the trees' shadows. The guards whispered softly, the rustling of their armor mixing with the song of the night insects.
I pushed aside the flap of my tent and entered. Silence enveloped me at once. No laughter, no provocations, no burning stares. Only the discreet scent of lavender, the muffled crackle of wood burning outside, and the absurd softness of the carpet beneath my feet.
I sat down heavily, hands on my knees. My whole body relaxed, as if I had just set down an invisible burden.
Finally alone.
I dropped back and sprawled across the cushions, eyes fixed on the fabric ceiling. The glow of the enchanted lanterns spread a gentle, almost unreal light. It should have soothed me… but I still felt my heart pounding, the bitter taste of the meal stuck in my throat.
I closed my eyes.
Breathe. For the first time since… since too long, no one was invading me, clutching me, testing me. No sisters, no overly loving stepmother, no bodies pressed against mine. Just silence.
I let my muscles relax one by one. My thoughts wandered: tomorrow's dungeon, Hikari's words, Reina's cold gaze, Miyu's provocative laughter, and… Ayame's look, too gentle, too dangerous.
I covered my face with my hand and sighed, half exasperated, half relieved.
— "Damn… finally a little peace."
The wind gently flapped the canvas of the tent.
I was half asleep, my body finally heavy, when a rustling pulled me from my torpor.
The flap of the tent opened.
I jolted. A silhouette entered, fluid, like a shadow taking flesh. A woman. Not Ayame, not my half-sisters. Another.
She said nothing at first. Her eyes shone in the lantern light, dark, full of certainty. And without waiting, she undid the ties of her tunic.
The fabric slid slowly. Her shoulders revealed themselves, pale, smooth. Then her breasts sprang forth, heavy, firm, topped with hard tips already raised by the night's chill. Her skin gleamed faintly, as if oiled. Her hips swayed as she let the rest of her robe fall.
I froze. My mouth dry. My heart pounded so hard it hurt my temples.
— "I… I saw you." Her voice was low, hot. "From the beginning. And I couldn't resist."
She approached, naked, unashamed. Each step made her full thighs tremble, her round buttocks sway softly. She knelt before me, her hair brushing my legs.
— "I fell in love with you."
Words too beautiful, too easy. A trap. I knew it. But her perfume was already clouding my head.
I wanted to protest, stammer a refusal. Nothing came out. My body betrayed me.
Her warm hand rested on my thigh. Slow. Steady. Then it moved up, stroking the bulge of my tense pants.
— "See? Your body wants me too."
I clenched my fists.
— "Y… you… stop…"
But I didn't move.
With a sure gesture, she untied the knot of my pants. My cock sprang free, hard, huge, like released from a prison. Her gaze lit up with indecent hunger.
— "Magnificent…" she murmured, her lips parting.
And without waiting, she took it into her mouth.
A guttural moan tore from me.
— "Aaah—!"
Her tongue slid along my dick, slow, calculated. Her warm mouth engulfed me, sucked me in, nearly suffocated me. Her saliva already gleamed, dripping down my shaft to my thighs.
— "Hnnn… slurp… slurp…"
The obscene sounds echoed in the tent. My breathing quickened, my hips moved against my will. I was lost. Completely.
I knew it was manipulation. That this woman was just a pawn sent to test me, to seduce me because of my rank. But damn… I was a virgin. My loins burned, my legs trembled.
— "Fuck…" I panted, fingers clenched in her hair.
She sped up, playing with her tongue, swallowing deeper. Her throat vibrated around my cock, her eyes lifted toward me shone with a sick devotion.
Too good. Too strong. Too real.
The canvas flapped, and Ayame appeared in the opening. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed visibly.
— "E-Excuse me!" she blurted in a falsely trembling voice, like a girl caught in the act.
The intruder immediately pulled back, sizing up the scene: me, naked to the waist, my shiny cock throbbing in the air, her mouth still wet with saliva. She stammered, dressed hastily, and disappeared into the night.
Silence weighed.
Ayame stood still for a moment, the flap of the tent still in her hand. Her shoulders shook as if embarrassed… but when she gently closed the flap, her expression changed. No more blush, no more trembling. Her eyes darkened, her face hardened.
A shiver ran through me. She had been acting.
I dressed a little, ashamed, my breath still ragged.
— "… Thank you."
My voice was hoarse.
She took two steps toward me. Each movement of her kimono seemed calculated, too slow, too precise. Her brown eyes locked on mine without blinking.
— "That's why I wanted you to sleep with us," she said gravely. "This world will never leave you in peace."
I wanted to speak, but she cut me off, her breath almost against my face:
— "Free? You'll never be. Not here. Not with your blessing rank."
Her words hit me like a blow. I felt my fists clench.
She tilted her head, her jasmine perfume gripping my throat.
— "You will always have to be on guard. You're a hero… but also prey. A person everyone covets."
Her eyes went down, then slowly back up, as if weighing every inch of my body, of my still-visible desire.
I swallowed. Unable to bear that gaze mixing worry and authority any longer.
Ayame stepped back, her voice taking on a deceptive softness:
— "Come. You'll sleep with us. It's the only way to be safe."
She pushed aside the flap and waited, her figure upright, mysterious, between light and shadow.
I stayed frozen for a moment. Then I nodded and followed her, my heart heavy, my loins still burning, unable to tell if she had just saved me… or branded me.
Ayame didn't let me go. Her hand seized mine with gentle firmness, and without waiting for my reply, she pulled aside the flap of the girls' large tent.
The warmth struck me at once. A sweet perfume, a mix of skin, flowers, and light sweat, saturated the air. The lanterns spread a golden glow caressing the thick cushions scattered on the ground.
— "Come," Ayame whispered, her tone leaving no room.
I didn't even have time to protest. In two steps, she had guided me to the center. And there, my stepsisters were already settled, their bodies relaxed, their clothes far too light for a night of adventurers.
Hikari, wrapped in a blanket, immediately snuggled against my side, her warm breath tickling my neck. Reina, stiff as a statue, lay down on the other side but deliberately let her arm brush mine, cold and burning at once.
And Miyu… Miyu stretched like a cat, a predatory smile on her lips. Without shame, she placed her huge breasts directly on my head, nearly smothering me under their weight.
— "Hmmm… perfect pillow."
I choked, my hands trembling, trapped between their bodies. Ayame's perfume wrapped around me from behind, her figure looming, but her heavy breast was already pressing against my shoulder.
The whole tent vibrated with heat. My loins burned, my dry throat refused to swallow.
Impossible to move. Impossible to truly breathe.
My mind screamed, desperate, while my cock reacted like a caged beast.
Every nerd dreams of an isekai. Even more of a harem. But why the hell is mine made up of my stepmother… and my half-sisters?!