Wheat-blonde, wavy hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her violet eyes looked sharp and piercing—like those of a true lioness. There was something strange about her gaze… as if it were impossible to hide from it.
Her figure was truly luxurious. In short—an ideal hourglass… but that wasn't all. Long, silky legs, a slim, delicate waist, full breasts and hips—all in perfect proportion.
If Sofia was an hourglass, but on an overly grand scale… then his sister was the pure standard of feminine beauty.
In truth, because of the appearance of his sister and his fiancée Aurora, whom he had grown up with since childhood, he had long lost any desire to look at "ordinary" beauties they all seemed far too mediocre.
Though, to be honest… that violet-haired Violetta and the towering Sofia had still managed to catch his attention. Both of them… perhaps fell just a little short of the level of his sister or his fiancée. And that could easily be chalked up to personal taste.
"Ah, you're as beautiful as ever, my dear sister," he said calmly as he walked up, wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and gently kissed her on the cheek.
"A flatterer, as always…" she gave a faint smile. "I heard you publicly spanked our 'battle princess.'"
She was just about to burst out laughing… when her gaze suddenly caught on the mark on his jaw fresh, still visible.
"Hm?" the smile instantly faded.
"That runt dared to hit you?.." her eyes immediately dropped to Luka, who lay on the ground in his own blood.
He groaned quietly, wheezing in pain. He'd been bullied at school before… but he clearly wasn't used to something like this.
"It's nothing," Hans waved it off. "Since when do I care about a few bruises?"
His jaw did hurt, of course. For an ordinary guy, a hit like that might've ended in a knockout… but for him, it was nothing.
He had good endurance. By tomorrow, there'd be no trace of it left. His grandfather's blows were far more painful… and that man, by the way, was already ninety-nine years old. Old… well, at least by normal standards.
Lilith didn't even pay attention to Hans's words about it being "nothing." Instead, she silently turned to Luka… and sharply struck him with her shoe.
A dull, sickening crack rang out. Blood splattered across the wall he was pinned against.
Hans didn't try to stop her. Instead, his attention was drawn away by the familiar ping of the system.
He lazily brushed off another notification—something about that loser losing two hundred points and him gaining another four hundred… not interesting.
Instead, he opened his sister's stats.
[Name: Lilith Nightmare][Status: Villainess]
[Affection]Level: 99/100State: boundless love
[Stats]Physique: 14Mentality: 20Luck: 20Charisma: 99 (max. 100)
[Personality]Caring, Dominant, Devoted, Playful
[Passive Abilities]Demonic Blood
[Skills]Martial Arts — Master, Reaction — Expert, Shooting — Expert, Combat Intuition — Expert, Singing — Expert… and many others.
Damn, her stats are really good… but what the hell is that passive—"Demonic Blood"? And her affection is "boundless love"? And why does she have so many skills? There are more than two hundred of them, and a lot are at expert level—definitely more than twice as many as mine… kind of annoying.
"System, what is 'Demonic Blood'?"
[System Comment]Passive Ability: Demonic Blood
[Description]Traces of demonic lineage can be found in the bearer.Enhances physical and mental attributes.Accelerates recovery.Increases resistance to pain, toxins, and any other external influences.
[Additional]Possible awakening of latent abilities.
Wait… traces of demonic lineage?..
As far as I know, no one in our family has ever had anything to do with demons.
And I don't have anything like that.
"But she's my sister?" Hans asked inwardly.
[System Comment]Confirmed.
[Data]Target: Lilith Nightmare — the user's biological sister.Shared parents: confirmed (the user's mother and father are also her parents).
[Explanation]The origin of the demonic blood has not been determined.No information available.
Well… demon or not—first and foremost, she's my little sister.
I'll ask her about it later, if she knows anything—if not, then not.
By the way, System… she hasn't been possessed by some kind of demonic spirit, has she?
[System Comment]Denied.
[Data]No signs of possession detected.
[Explanation]The ability "Demonic Blood" is innate.Full control over body and mind belongs to the target.
Well then, it doesn't really matter what kind of mutation she has or how this demonic blood came to be.
Although… System, if I were to have children with her—would this mutation prevent inbreeding?
[System Comment]Confirmed.
[Explanation]The presence of "Demonic Blood" neutralizes the risks of genetic abnormalities in close-relative reproduction.
[Additional]Probability of stable offspring: high.
[System Comment]Inbreeding risks: none.
"Alright, little sister… leave that loser. Let's go have some fun somewhere instead," Hans said with a light smile. His mood had noticeably lifted.
He cast one last indifferent glance at Luka… and simply lost all interest in him.
Really… why would I need these heroes with limited resources?
Better to take the heroines—they'll provide points consistently. And not that much less, either.
Besides… so far, not a single heroine has disappointed me in terms of looks. Well, out of the two I've seen.
As for the heroes… I just need to deal with them as quickly as possible.
Hans lazily waved his hand, summoning one of his bodyguards.
They, as always, stayed close by—a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class slowly rolled up. How could someone like him even be let out without an escort?
Not far off, three more identical cars were parked—one assigned to him, and two to his sister.
Security in their family was on an exceptionally high level.
A bald, muscular man in black sunglasses with an earpiece stepped out of the car. He looked exactly like a real bodyguard should.
"Roberto, call an ambulance for this idiot. And the police too. Also—get in touch with our lawyers, tell them I'm filing a lawsuit for assault. Do everything as well as possible," Hans said calmly, but there was a cold edge in his voice, as if Luka's fate had already been decided.
"Yes, sir," Roberto replied shortly, without even changing his expression. His tone was crisp and emotionless, but his movements showed immediate readiness to act.
"Well, since you're done here… let's go," his sister said, pressing herself against Hans's arm and gently pulling him along.
"She just… took his hand?.."
"N-no… that must be a mistake…"
"That's Lilith…"
"She doesn't even let anyone get close to her…"
"And he's also… rich?.."
"Did you see those cars?.. That's a whole motorcade…"
"Who the hell is he, anyway?!"
"Definitely not some ordinary guy…"
"Handsome, tall, and loaded too…"
"This is like some kind of cheat code."
"That's it. I don't believe in fairness anymore."
"Are you idiots or what?.. We've been calling each other brother and sister this whole time."
Not that I didn't have… certain thoughts…
But those idiots definitely shouldn't know about that.
To be fair, neither Hans nor Lilith openly denied the words of the crowd standing some eight meters away. His little sister even lifted her chin slightly in pride, as if it were true—this was her man, and you losers didn't stand a chance.
"Well then, darling… maybe instead of the cinema, we go straight to a hotel?.." Lilith gave a faint smile, pressing herself even closer to him. Her voice dropped, almost purring, and a blatantly playful spark lit up in her eyes.
"Of course, dear… it's been a while since we've played around in bed," Hans smiled with a hint of mockery, deliberately saying it louder than necessary so the crowd would definitely hear.
"Did he just seriously say that?.."
"N-no… I don't want to hear this…"
"They're not even embarrassed…"
"This is too much…"
"I'm going to cry."
"I already am."
"Why is life so cruel…"
"She's our goddess…"
Behind them, it was as if dozens of hearts had just shattered… and it honestly warmed Hans's soul. He truly enjoyed messing with people.
Of course, there were those he cared about—his family and a few close friends. But if you weren't part of that circle… you couldn't count on his kindness at all.
Hans got onto his motorcycle and handed the helmet to his dear little sister. He hadn't brought a spare, of course—so his hair would be left to the wind.
Lilith climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and, without the slightest embarrassment, pressing her chest firmly against his back, as if deliberately making him feel every curve of her body.
At that moment, Hans felt like an idiot. Considering his sister's behavior—especially when their parents weren't around—he should've long since realized that what she felt for him wasn't just warm sibling affection.
"So, where are we going?" Lilith whispered softly, pressing herself even closer, her voice playful and slightly impatient.
"And where does my dear little sister want to go?.." Hans smiled, turning his head slightly to the side, his tone light with a hint of mockery.
"Well… I wanted to go see that new movie that just came out. They say it's a good melodrama. I was supposed to go with a friend, but she had something urgent come up… that's why I ended up staying so long."
"Then let's go," Hans replied briefly, starting the motorcycle.
"By the way… were you seriously hitting on that violet-haired girl?.." Lilith gave a faint smile, her voice turning playful. "Did she really catch my brother's eye… and he's already thinking of cheating on his fiancée?.."
"Well, you saw her ass… a work of art. She'd definitely deserve a place among my wives."
"Besides… things are a bit tense between me and Aurora right now. I'm not planning to break up with her, of course—I just want to rein her in a little. We do love each other, after all… she's just jealous and categorically refuses to let me have multiple wives."
"But in the end, she'll agree anyway."
"Hypocrite… aren't you afraid I'll tell Aurora all this?.." Lilith gave a faint smile, her voice playful with a hint of provocation.
"What, are you jealous?.." Hans grinned from ear to ear, clearly enjoying her reaction.
"Of course not…" Lilith smiled faintly, her voice almost indifferent. "If my brother wants that violet-haired girl… I'll just smash her face in and drag her straight to your bedroom."
She pressed herself even closer to him.
"I'm not jealous enough of my brother to forbid him from having multiple wives…" Lilith smiled slightly. "But you'd better make sure they don't start taking too much of your attention away from me."
"Well, there's no need to smash her pretty little face… but becoming friends with her—that's not a bad idea. It'd help me a lot."
"And also… that tall, dark beauty—almost two meters—her too."
"Pfft… what am I, your matchmaker?" Lilith snorted, casting him a sideways glance with a hint of mockery.
Hans said nothing. He had already tossed the idea to Lilith—and was sure she wouldn't disappoint him.
After arriving at the cinema, they went straight to watch the movie "Sin Under One Roof."
After watching it, Hans quickly realized what it was really about. It wasn't even a hint anymore… but a direct, unmistakable message—the plot openly revolved around a forbidden relationship between a brother and sister.
He gave a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
"Now this is getting interesting…"
Hans briefly shifted his gaze to Lilith. In the darkness of the theater, her face looked calm… too calm for a movie like this.
A coincidence?.. I doubt it.
On the screen, the scenes grew more and more explicit, the tension rising… but Hans was barely watching the movie anymore.
He was far more interested in the reaction beside him.
He could feel how she was sitting closer than usual. How her shoulder would occasionally brush against his… how her breathing grew a little deeper.
Hans simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders, calm and natural, letting his hand rest on her chest, occasionally squeezing it—boldly and without restraint.
Lilith said nothing, allowing her brother to let his hands wander as he pleased. Only her cheeks flushed slightly, but she looked deeply satisfied, as if this was exactly what she had wanted.
"Lilith, turn to me," Hans said in a commanding tone.
"What is it?" Lilith asked quietly.
The moment she turned, he quickly kissed her on the lips. It wasn't just a sweet peck, but a deep kiss—his tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring and claiming it fully. Lilith was caught off guard and didn't have time to react. She hadn't expected such boldness from him, and so she completely lost this "battle," left with no choice but to passively accept his affection.
When he pulled away, a thin strand of saliva stretched between them. Lilith looked at him with hazy eyes, filled with love—so much so it almost seemed like there were little hearts in them.
"That was my first kiss…" Lilith whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly. She was still looking at him in a daze, her cheeks flushed, a faint smile lingering on her lips, as if she still couldn't believe it had happened.
"Well, mine too," Hans replied calmly.
He had always been very picky when it came to women. And because of his desire for a harem and his honesty with Aurora, she hadn't allowed him to go any further—the most he'd managed was holding hands. He could have easily taken her to bed if he'd gone along with her wishes… but, as a "noble" man, he knew how to restrain himself for the sake of his own benefit and his future harem.
He would never lie to Aurora—that would only put her in the position of someone betrayed. By honestly admitting his womanizing nature, he left her with only two choices: accept it or leave. And he had a suspicion that she loved him almost as much as his sister did… though he wasn't completely sure.
"Really?.. I don't quite believe that," the confusion quickly vanished from her face, leaving only affection and playfulness.
Then she threw herself at her brother and began kissing him with all her passion and love, running her hands over his muscular body through his black shirt.
After a few minutes, she pulled away and looked at him intently.
"So what am I now… your little lover?" Lilith chirped, almost purring.
"What nonsense are you talking about?.. Of course, you're my future fiancée," Hans said, as if it were something completely obvious.
He had never liked terms like "lover" or "concubine"—only wives, nothing less. He had no intention of pursuing a girl who didn't meet the standard of becoming his wife.
Of course, aside from appearance, he didn't have that many requirements… well, maybe just purity. To be honest, he felt a certain aversion toward women who had already been with someone else, and that kept him from considering them as future wives.
And as already mentioned, Hans had no desire to keep mistresses.
"Really?.. And how are you going to explain this to our parents… and to grandpa and grandma?.." Lilith raised an eyebrow slightly, but a playful spark appeared in her eyes.
She leaned a little closer, looking straight into his eyes, as if deliberately provoking him.
"Or are you just going to drop it on them?.." Her lips curled into a faint, sly smile. "I'm actually curious to see what their reaction will be…"
She let out a quiet giggle, but there was no mockery in it—only genuine curiosity… and a hint of excitement.
"Come on, haven't you read about our ancestors and our family tree?.." Hans gave a faint smile, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary. "Our great-grandfather's father was married to his own sister… and he's their descendant."
He tilted his head slightly, looking at her with a hint of mockery.
"If they suddenly decide to ask why we're making out right in front of them…" he let out a quiet chuckle, "I'll just look at great-grandfather with pleading eyes, asking for support."
His smile widened.
"And if he confirms our 'relationship'… which he will… then, as the head of the family, he'll shut the matter down quickly. Father and grandfather won't have any grounds left to argue."
He shrugged, as if it wasn't a problem at all.
"As for mom and grandma…" he shot her a brief glance, "you deal with them yourself."
After a short pause, he added lazily:
"Great-grandmother probably won't mind either."
"I'll manage…" Lilith smiled faintly, looking at him with confidence. "No one can separate me from you now."
She paused for a moment, and then her smile turned more cunning.
"Well… unless it's a couple of shameless sluts you start paying attention to as well…" she let out a quiet huff.
She tilted her head slightly, as if thinking something over, but a playful spark was already glinting in her eyes.
"Hm… I don't feel like helping you build your harem anymore," she added lightly, as if it were just a small whim.
Still, there was no real jealousy in her tone—only a faint, almost flirtatious hint that she didn't really mind… she just wanted more of his attention for herself.
"Well, of course… you're my only sister," Hans smiled, looking straight into her eyes. "How could I love anyone as much as I love you?"
He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping, but remaining уверенным.
"That's a double crit—you're my sister and now my fiancée," Hans gave a faint smile. "So I'll love you twice as much as anyone else. For sure."
"Oh, really?.. I'll hold you to that," Lilith smiled faintly, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
The movie ended with their kiss. The ending was about how a brother and sister couldn't be together—no matter what.
Well, that was just a movie, not reality. In real life, no one would be able to separate him and Lilith.
At worst, he'd have to fight his father and grandfather to prove his love. Nothing proves the seriousness of your intentions like a good fistfight for the right to get married.
After leaving the cinema, they decided to take a walk together through the evening park, enjoying their newly formed relationship. The dynamic between them had completely changed, leaving no room for doubt.