"Define 'own completely',"
"The parameters of the directive are too abstract for effective execution. Please provide specific, actionable commands."
I… I don't know what to say. Specific? Actionable? What kind of command is that?
I told her to strip and then immediately told her to stop. Now I'm supposed to give her an even more specific command to… To own her?
What does that even look like?
And this is Kotori!
What does she want from me? Manual? A step-by-step guide on how to be… Owned?
No.
My frustration boils over. Words are useless. Logic is useless. She doesn't understand feeling, intent. She only understands… Action.
Fine.
If she wants a specific, actionable command, I'll give her one.
"Kotori,"
"I'll show you a specific, actionable command."
I grab her shoulders and I pull her towards me.
*Squish*
Our breasts connect.
Kotori is actually caught off guard, and her cheeks flush with a faint, but undeniable, pink.
She's... Blushing? I made her blush!
"...What is the purpose of this physical contact? Is this a new diagnostic—"
I cut her off. I can't let her analyze this. This has to be real. Absolute.
"Shut up, Kotori."
My left hand releases her shoulder and moves down, past her waist, to cup the soft curve of her left buttock.
"You belong to me now. Every part of you. Your core, your mind, your body. All of it. Mine. And I will do whatever I want with it."
I press my breasts further into hers and squeeze her buttocks hard.
Kotori's breath seems to change slightly, becoming shallow and rapid.
Huh? Is her body responding to me?
*Squeeze*
*Squeeze*
"Ah—!"
>DOMINANCE_ASSERTION_PROTOCOL
>TARGET: [UNIT_ALPHA]
>RESPONSE_DETECTED: INVOLUNTARY_VOCALIZATION
>PHYSIOLOGICAL_STATUS: [AROUSAL_FEEDBACK_LOOP_ACTIVE]
>PROGRESS: 78%
>RECOMMENDATION: AMPLIFY_TACTILE_STIMULATION
It's working.
This insane, perverted, Haruka-logic protocol is actually working.
Wait... 78%?
Isn't that a lot?
...
It is the only way forward.
If squeezing her isn't enough to reach 100%, then I have to do something more. Something… Undeniable.
"Kotori,"
"Look at me."
Kotori slowly lifts her head.
She looks… Vulnerable, beautiful, and excited.
And I... I like it.
I want more.
I need to see more. I need to know that this isn't a fluke, that this blush, this vulnerability... That I am the cause of it.
What can I do to make you completely mine?
...
Onee-chan used to kiss me.
Not a gentle kiss, but a forceful, demanding one that stole the air from my lungs and left me breathless. It was a declaration. You are mine.
And I am going to make you mine!
I lean in, closing the final inch between us.
Our lips meet.
Firm. Demanding. I don't know what I'm doing, not really, but I know what I want. I want a reaction. I want proof.
Kotori's lips...
But no response.
She isn't kissing me back. She's just… Letting me.
Why?
Is this not enough? Do I need to be more… Assertive?
...Does Kotori even like this?
Is this all it is? Just… Obedience? Does she feel nothing?
Does she not... Like it?
My lips are still pressed against hers, but the fire in my own assertion begins to cool.
Is this just me, forcing myself on her?
My mind flashes back to Onee-chan, but her actions, while possessive, were always layered with affection. This feels… Empty.
I don't know what Kotori likes. I don't know what Kotori is feeling. Or if she's feeling anything at all.
I pull back, breaking the kiss, and take a step back.
Kotori doesn't move.
Her eyes now seem… unfocused.
"Pilot,"
"Your actions are contradictory. The protocol was initiated, then aborted. Please clarify the directive."
But what I just did… That wasn't owning. That was… Taking.
I didn't know what I was doing. I was copying Onee-chan, thinking that was what dominance meant. But it felt hollow. One-sided.
It felt… Wrong.
>PROGRESS: 78% [STALLED]
>USER_ACTION: [FORCED_INTIMACY] — ABORTED
>ERROR: CONFLICTED_INTENT_DETECTED
>STATUS: PROTOCOL_UNABLE_TO_PROCEED
>AWAITING_NEW_INPUT...
That wasn't dominance. That was… Pathetic.
There's no point in owning her if it doesn't feel real.
I drop my hands to my sides.
What am I doing? This isn't power. This is just… Empty. I'm playing a role I don't understand, copying my sister's moves without any feeling.
"This is stupid," I mutter, turning away from her and running a hand through my hair in frustration.
"This is all so stupid."
"Is 'stupid' a command to terminate the current protocol?"
"I don't know what I'm doing, okay?! This whole… 'dominance' thing… I just… I thought that's what I was supposed to do!"
I spin back around to face her, my hands clenching into fists.
"I'm not my sister! I can't just… Grab someone and kiss them and act like that's what it means to be in charge! I don't know what it means! Do you? Do you even know what you're asking for when you say you'll obey me?!"
"The directive 'obey' means I will execute your commands to the best of my ability, prioritizing them above all other inputs, including my own self-preservation protocols."
"That's not what I meant!" I shout, stepping forward and poking her right in the center of her chest, right over her heart.
"What does it mean to you? Not your programming, not your protocols. You. Do you even have a 'you' in there?!"
Kotori doesn't answer.
"Answer me!"
"Why did you save me?! Why did you… You recalibrated me! You fought for me! You just… Accepted when I said you belong to me! Why?!"
Silence.
But it's not an empty silence this time. Something is happening behind her eyes.
When she finally speaks,
It's… quieter. Softer.
"You asked... What it means to me."
Her gaze drops, moving from my eyes down to my hand.
"To obey..."
"It is... A constant state... Of need." Her voice trembles on the last word, just for a moment.
"A pressure... That demands release."
"When you fought for me... When you said you would protect me..."
Her blue eyes lift, meeting mine again.
"You provided a... Release."
I am breathless before their raw, unexpected vulnerability.
Release?
"What do you mean...?"
"My core,"
"The Ki Heart. It is not a simple power source. It is... An engine. And it is always running."
She takes a small breath.
"My mind... My consciousness... is the Pilot. Every moment, every second, I am fighting to control the output. To maintain stability. To prevent an overload. That is the pressure."
"But when you acted... When you shielded me... When you declared ownership... For a moment, the Pilot was not alone at the controls." Her voice falters.
"The directive came from an external source. From you. The responsibility... The pressure... Was lifted. That is the release."
My face must show my confusion, because her expression changes.
"Words are an inefficient data stream,"
"Direct demonstration is required for full comprehension."
Before I can react, she takes my left hand from her chest.
She doesn't pull me or force me. She simply… guides me.
Her hand leads mine down, bringing it down between her legs through the dress.
Without hesitation, she presses my palm against her pussy.
H-Huh?
Kotori's... Pussy!
It's hot. Moist.
Why is she—
[UNIT_ALPHA] INITIATED_DIRECT_INTIMACY_PROTOCOL
>PROGRESS: 99%
99%?!
"This,"
Her hips give a small forward thrust, rubbing lightly against my palm.
"This is the pressure."
*Hhmmph*
"You,"
"Are the release."
"...Kotori?"
"The pressure... Is constant,"
She continues rubbing herself against my fingers...
"It builds. Without a directive... Without a release... It overloads the system."
W-What is happening?!
Few minutes ago, I was the one asserting dominance, and now—now I'm the one being dominated!
I can't help but press my palm firmer against her.
"Ah... Pilot..."
Kotori's hips accelerate, pressing harder into my palm.
"The core… It stabilizes... When you take control."
>PROGRESS: 100% [COMPLETE]
>CONDUIT_INTENT: [NON_INVASIVE_REMOVAL_OF_DERMAL_LAYER] CONFIRMED.
>STATUS: CLIMAX_ACHIEVED
>CORE_ENERGY_PATHWAYS: [UNIT_ALPHA] UNLOCKED.
>EXECUTING_BREACH...
>PREPARING_FOR_USER_IMMERSION.
World dissolves.
It floods my entire perception.
The room, the bed, Kotori's body pressed against mine—it all fractures into a billion points of azure light.
...