My Sister The Villainess 97 Special Chapter: A Glimpse Into The Future

The Supreme Leader of the Milf Empire and founder of the infamous Culture Sect, Patriarch Culture, meets with the fearsome Unholy Divine Mother of the Free and Unfettered Pavilion. 

As always, they begin the day with the cleansing of their impurities within the legendary Jade Rebirth Sacred Spring nestled between the two forces.

The Divine Mother was the first to enter. Her silk robes fell to the ground to reveal magnificent porcelain skin, large swaying hips and a pair of towering twin peaks capped with the prettiest of pink. 

Clear aquamarine eyes sparkled in the light. Her entire being was set aglow as threads of spun gold shone under the gentle rays. Her beauty was as stunning and radiant as the sun, a G.o.ddess descended from the heavens.  

She smiled and dipped her toe into the cold water. 

Opposite her was a tall and imposing figure. His own robes were white with gold lining. The top half had a very deep V cut that exposed much of his chest to the delight of many, showing off splendid abdominal muscles. 

He had staggering height and the broadest of shoulders with a fatal handsomeness that defied reason. There was an inherent allure to his every movement, a dark, seductive promise. There was a power to him as well, one that radiated from the core of his being. It was like being in front of an ancient, primordial beast and caused fluctuations in the air from his mere presence. 

His aura of masculinity made the woman instantly wet.

He, too, stripped bare.

"Did anyone see you coming?" Dahlia asked.

Damien arched a brow. "You always ask that. Do you ever plan to stop?"

She scratched her cheek. "Ah, well, we are at war, you know?"

"Convert and we wouldn't have to be." Damien folded his arms.

"And wors.h.i.+p those no-good furries? Never." She curled her lip.

"See, and that's why we can't get along anymore."

"Well, why don't you accept our culture instead?"

"Did you come here to fight me by asking that? You know I won't. That stuff is a bit too much for me."

"You say that, Day, but…" She smirked and took his c.o.c.k in hand. "This says something different."

Her soft fingers stroked slowly, carefully bringing him to life in her palm until his head pressed warmly against her stomach. 

"s.e.x and marriage are two entirely different things." He shrugged. The f.u.c.king line had been crossed a long time ago anyway, not that he had much choice in it back then. 

It was before Hoegaarden, before the evacuation. He leaves the planet for a few years to bring some s.h.i.+ps home and when he comes back everything is a G.o.dd.a.m.n mess.

In fact, the very day Damien got back, stunned at the years that had gone by, he was greeted by an enthusiastic Dolly almost about to have Charlotte and her Hero party executed. The little girl had spotted him from the crowd of thousands, hopped down, and glomped him before he could even get a word out.

Then gave him a tour, completely forgetting about the execution.

"Who are those?" He'd asked, pointing to the decapitated heads on pikes along the streets.

"Rebel sc.u.m." He was answered casually. 

He noticed the couples walking hand in hand. "Why do they all look so similar to each other?"

"Thanks to my World Inectification plan, every loving incestuous couple can walk in daylight without shame of persecution by poor, ignorant, ma.s.ses."

Daughters were kissing fathers, mothers with sons...sisters and brothers...

"What happened to all the players?"

"Um? Do you mean those weird guys who kept breaking into houses and smas.h.i.+ng things? We have hunting parties out for those oddb.a.l.l.s. Most don't last long in the cities but a few are pretty strong. Those ones we just capture and keep in jail. For some reason they sometimes just disappear though….it's really strange!"

The girl kept them imprisoned so long they just deleted their accounts! That's crazy, isn't it? They only get one account free, they have to pay over five thousand bucks for a new one! This place must be seen as h.e.l.l to players everywhere! 

It was no wonder the system warned that [This server is set at a high survival difficulty. Those under Level 350 should proceed with caution]

That's the third tier of stat awakening so players like that were almost Transcendents at that stage. A world where you had to be Transcendent to survive...yup. Scary. 

He was taken on a very terrifying "date." 

To be honest? He could handle a lot of that. She'd purged the world before him. Okay, he could get past that. He was a bit distrubed, but yeah. 

He thought she was getting really f.u.c.ked up and feared she'd was becoming more and more like Mother, but he didn't think she was THAT bad...even he wanted to purge all the known realms of blasphemers, so what was he to judge?

But then he was taken to a room for bed, was subjected to a strange gas that made his c.o.c.k swell angrily while leaving him barely conscious, and made to watch as Dolly jumped him. 

f.u.c.king yandere brocon imoutos, man. 

"Are you thinking about what happened that time?" She chuckled. "I can tell. You get the cutest frown on your face each time you do!" Dolly grinned. She shook her head. "I regret not doing that to you sooner. If I did then you'd be with me and not Vee. Hmph. That traitor, always taking my things...did you know she was the one who stole that puma necklace of mine? I stole it myself to remind me of you, and I thought I lost it but I found her sleeping with it later on. The nerve!"

Her grip tightened as she thought about it. 

Damien was pretty p.i.s.sed off about the whole thing and really d.a.m.n near disowned them. But his inner degenerate siscon won over eventually after she kept coming onto him and here we are.

To be perfectly honest, the line was crossed even before that point but he let it go for various reasons. It wasn't Vera's fault, what Mary had done, and he forgave her petty fast even though she admitted to knowing the whole time. They'd done all kinds of things by then so he couldn't back down even if he wanted to. He always thought of her as a sister-like existence but always believed they weren't related at all. It was easier to accept her because of that long-held belief.

Dolly was different. She was always a sister to him, a blood sister. And she was the cute airhead he'd thought was the most innocent and pure kid in the world with just the right amount of sisterly love for her sibling. 

He couldn't quite reconcile that image of her youthful and simple-minded self with the older, brother-obsessed tyrant she later became. The girl's scary now. Seriously. And much as he hated to admit it, that was perfect for him.

I still haven't forgiven Mother though. 

"Let's not talk about her." Damien pulled her closer. Vera was special. She'd walked through fire for him. She didn't even mind his other women. But she hated Dolly. To her, the girl's obsession had been taken too far. She couldn't stand what Dolly had done and said that if the girl really cared about him then she'd never had hurt him that way. Hurt being a relative term to someone like Damien, who never had the same values other people did. But Vee, while understanding that, still couldn't come to terms with anyone forcing their affections upon him.

From a certain perspective, Mary had been right about all the things she said about Damien. His reactions weren't based on what people did to him, not really. He just didn't care that much about how greatly he was hurt or in what ways. 

Vera understood that, too. That's why she always made a point of being angry for him. So she wouldn't ever accept someone who would take advantage of him. She still harbored a dislike for Bubbles, even.

That's the only reason he'd decided to hide this from her. Anyone else and he'd be open about it. They'd long gone past the stage where she'd be jealous of other women. She knew she held an irreplaceable and dominant position in his heart, and that to him a lot of the s.e.x he had with women was just a source for strength. Given what he was and the number of people he'd p.i.s.sed off in his misadventures throughout the realms back then, well, he'd need that strength. 

f.u.c.kers keep calling their fathers, grandfathers, ancestors….

Honestly, it's tiring. He never shoulda had that stupid idea. He should've known that if you throw a guy like him into a  xianxistyle universe full of arrogant young masters and unreasonable old foxes that he'd end up public enemy number one.

It probably didn't help that he cooked, then ate, many, many heirs to powerful magical beast families and clans. It probably also didn't help that several Holy Daughters and Heavenly Maidens of giant sects kept trying to crawl in his bed whenever he visited a new area.

It may be even worse now that he'd conquered several of his enemy's realms, set up fast-food chains like McAvery's and started replacing their culture with his Empire's. 

The fact that those Holy Daughters and Heavenly Maidens were either put into idol groups to sing and dance on live television wherever available or making adult films with my clones, may also have contributed to the hatred of their clans and sects. 

"You're thinking about too many things again, Day. Right now you should focus on me." Dolly leaned into his embrace, soft and boneless, melting against him. 

He laughed, a deep rumble in his chest, and returned his attention to the vixen in his arms. As he knew she would, Dolly had grown into an incredibly beautiful and s.e.xy woman. 

"You're right. Come on, go take a seat." He lifted her up and took her to a nearby rock. She clung to his neck as he gently laid her down. 

With practiced movements and without even having to wait for instruction, Dolly parted her legs. She took her fingers and light spread her lips for him, face expectant.

Not needing further prompting himself, he made sure his tongue was wet and put it to work. Like he'd done so many times before he took in her flavor. Dolly wasn't like other women. Her's was sweeter and more addictive. She tastes like honey and Damien would have no complaints lapping her up for as long as she wanted. She knew it, too. 

The girl shuddered as his tongue brought her to the first of what would be many o.r.g.a.s.ms. Kneeling down in the purifying waters, Damien explored her depths. He loved the way she cried for him, the way her thighs closed around his head, how she grabbed his hair and tried to drive him deeper.

"Day...Day…" His sister moaned. He didn't seem to hear her. His tongue was powerful and relentless as it twisted about inside. Her back arched as she felt another thunderous wave of pleasure wreak havoc on her body. She came strong and hard, almost crying with the force of her o.r.g.a.s.m. 

It went on for nearly an hour, his ruthless and selfless ministrations. But she was a Dragon, with a powerful l.u.s.t Demon bloodline to support her. They were far from over.

Dolly sat up on her knees as her well-pleasured p.u.s.s.y dripped translucent nectar down onto cold stone. 

She leaned in for a kiss. That naughty tongue that was just wriggling inside her was caught by her own and thoroughly savored. He reacted with fervor and invited her in,

Dolly loved her kind older brother.

"Day...your c.o.c.k...please…" She entreated

He smiled at her. "Didn't I teach you to give instead of just receiving?"

He reached down and played with her s.e.x. "You're wet enough to return the favor. " 

Nodding, Dolly stepped back into the water and turned her back to him. She tiptoed and brought her moist p.u.s.s.y to his crotch. The woman guided him between her thighs and rubbed his c.o.c.k against her wetness, readying him for her. 

Damien loved his perverted little sister.