The time flies so fast.
Graduation from high school had already been announced, and while most of my classmates were scrambling for Tokyo University or other so-called prestigious choices, I, together with my sister and my girlfriend, went ahead and applied to Advanced Nurturing Academy instead.
The Academy was still considered relatively young compared to Tokyo University, but despite its short history, it had already earned a reputation that blew every other institution out of the water.
The structure wasn't much different from high school either. Teachers were still called teachers, not professors, and uniforms weren't casual like college and still the typical school-type ones, a clean uniform with that recognizable red blazer, sharp and elite in style.
It was understandable though. The place wasn't a college, it was an Academy, a whole different beast.
And yet, everyone wanted a piece of it. It had become even more popular than Tokyo University because not only did the government guarantee it, but billionaires, mega corporations, aristocrats, even royal families and foreign investors were willing to pour their money into it.
The Academy was hyped up as the elite playground of the elites. Only geniuses could get in, at least that's what the official narrative said.
Graduate from the Academy and you were promised a one-hundred percent guarantee of acceptance into any company, any position, anywhere you wanted.
On paper, it was paradise.
But the fine print, the unspoken truth, was simple, only Class A graduates were given that golden ticket.
Everyone else? They could kiss that promise goodbye.
The school thrived on survival of the fittest and unspoken rules.
Nobody ever bothered to advertise that part.
For me, though? Compared to those maniacs who were ready to trample each other to claw their way to the top of the world, my goals were much simpler.
I just wanted to enjoy life, indulge in every pleasure within reach and being the second generation who already has a system with reality-bending skills as my cheat.
Why waste energy on pointless politics when the system itself already handed me the keys to the kingdom?
In the past, sure, I might've wanted to grind my way up the Sakayanagi family's political ladder, trying to raise my rank through politics and connections.
But now?
Fuck that.
Why should I waste my life becoming a politician when I could stand at the top in a different way and fuck my way to the top?
If I can breed every single girl from the canon storyline and rewrite fate with my own dick and skills, then why not?
Politics never interested me anyway, it was never my ideal career.
To me, politics is just a tool, a means to an end.
I'm not like Kushida, who wants to be everyone's angel and adored by the masses. I'm not like Arisu either, obsessed with crushing every so-called genius beneath her heel to prove that geniuses are born, not manufactured.
Nah. I'm just me. I'm the flexible asshole who knows how to feed their egos, stroke their pride, and guide them toward their ambitions, all in exchange for one thing: they carry my child.
A fair deal, right?
Since that's what they wanted deep down, I gave it to them. I'm not stingy when it comes to helping my women reach their dreams or ideals.
As long as they give me what I want in return, I'll back them up without hesitation.
This is a positive, mutual relationship. Win-win. They get their ideal world, I get mine
What possibly go wrong?
"Brother, this is the first time since we've been together that we actually have this kind of rare silence between us, and yet, your mind keeps wandering around, unfocused… Am I not beautiful enough as your girlfriend?" Honami pouted at me with that spoiled-princess look, sitting right on my lap while I was still holding onto the game console, trying to focus on playing Bully 2.
In my past world, Rockstar never gave a damn about continuing Bully.
They didn't bother to invest or update that franchise at all, which always pissed me off.
But in this world? Things turned out differently.
They actually developed it, but it took them forever. Only when the technology matured to insane levels did Bully 2 finally get released.
Lucky for me, I was already alive by the time it dropped, and I could dive straight into Jimmy Hopkins' world, this time with sex mods installed.
Back then, in my old world, that kind of mod didn't even exist. Honestly, that had been one of my biggest regrets in life.
GTA had sex mods. The Sims had them. Even fucking Crusader Kings had them. So why didn't Bully? It was bullshit.
Anyway, I always liked Bully way more than GTA. Back in the day, I still remember how I was forbidden from playing it because my parents thought it was too violent, too dangerous, and that it would screw up my growth or whatever paranoid they believed.
But of course, that didn't stop me, I still played it in secret. Privacy back then was basically nonexistent, though. No mod patches, no easy installs. It wasn't until high school that I finally learned how to patch games and start messing with mods on my own PC.
The original Bully ended with Jimmy uniting the whole school, and that was it. But in Bully 2, they went further.
They showed the next generation, Jimmy Hopkins with his family, new characters like his younger sister added into the mix.
And you already know what I did.
I went all in, I slapped an incest mod on it, threw in uncensored nudity, and suddenly the game allowed full-on sex scenes without holding back.
Waifus like Zoe, the cheerleader, even the vice principal, fuck, just thinking about them while watching those scenes had me cumming hard.
When I finished breeding Jimmy's sister in the game, I shifted my attention back to my own sister sitting on my lap.
My lips curled into a grin as I whispered, "How about we play the same game as them, Honami?"
"Brother… you're ecchi." Honami's cheeks flushed red hot as she tried to act shy, but the way her thighs pressed tighter against me told me everything I needed to know.
Seeing her like that made me chuckle. I leaned forward, closing the distance until my lips pressed against hers.
She immediately closed her eyes, surrendering to the kiss as I tossed my game console aside and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist.
My hunger grew maddening as our mouths locked together, my tongue exploring hers, tasting her, claiming her.
Her soft body ground against mine, the friction of skin-on-skin intensifying as our breaths mixed into one heated rhythm.
Every little moan that slipped from her throat fueled my desire, and every desperate kiss we shared made my intent even clearer.
The room filled with two sounds blending together, the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing from the TV as Jimmy Hopkins fucked his own sister in the game, and Honami's sweet, muffled moans beneath me as I devoured her lips.
The line between reality and fantasy blurred, and that exhilaration, the taboo, the forbidden ecstasy made my cock throb with uncontrollable excitement.
I didn't hesitate for even a second.
My hands were already under her dress, yanking it up roughly, exposing the black bra that barely contained her tits and that short skirt practically begging to be torn to shreds.
Every fiber of her outfit looked like it was just waiting to be ripped apart by me, and I had no plans on holding back.
She didn't stay passive either, her hands were all over me, pulling at my clothes, stripping me down with the same desperate urgency.
With a sultry grin, she slid her panties down herself, tossing them aside as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body tighter against mine like she couldn't stand a single inch of space left between us.
I unzipped and freed my cock, the throbbing heat of it brushing against her slick entrance.
Without warning, I pushed in deep, sliding smoothly into her wet folds as her body shivered around me.
A sharp moan escaped her lips, her hips immediately rolling, grinding, and bouncing as if she was starving for it.
She rode me like it was the only thing that mattered.
The lines between reality and the game blurred, but neither of us cared.
Whether it was on the glowing screen or in the flesh-and-blood world, all that mattered was the raw heat between us.
We kept fucking hard, reckless and relentless, spreading that deliciously forbidden, taboo culture with every thrust, every moan, every shameless movement.
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