Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

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"I'm here today just to say the goodbye that somehow slipped through my fingers this morning," I stated, my voice tinged with resignation. "From the big brother who's a piece of shit."

There was a heavy silence that hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken emotions.

"Get out of our house right now," Mila demanded, her voice laced with a mix of anger and determination.

"If it doesn't work out, I'll leave. But I'll try everything I can before that," I responded, my voice filled with a hint of determination.

"Who's going to give you that opportunity?" Mila shot back, her tone skeptical.

This was not going to be easy. Mila seemed resolute, unwilling to open her heart.

"Do you at least feel a shred of remorse?" I asked, my voice tinged with desperation.

There was a tense silence, but no response.

"In that case, get down on your knees," Mila commanded, her eyes burning with a wild intensity. She faced a brother twice her size, her red eyes like those of a fierce beast. But it wasn't just a request for me to kneel; she didn't stop there.

Inside my room, Mila discarded her stockings, revealing her smooth white legs. With a determined gaze, she said, "Apologize while licking my feet. Beg on the floor in a humiliating manner. If you do that, I'll consider it."

The situation had taken a disturbing turn, and Mila's demands were far from ordinary.

I couldn't believe what Mila was suggesting. Without a second thought, I abruptly stood up, towering over her despite the difference in size. Though if I were in Mila's shoes, I wouldn't have dared to provoke a big brother like me with such a strong build - I would have likely been intimidated and defeated.

But in this world, there was something called skills. They compensated for the physical differences between men and women.

Mila possessed magic, which meant her power probably exceeded mine. It was an ironic realization that the one who shouldn't be trifling with the other was actually on my side. It was a strange twist of fate.

Yet, Mila's eyes flickered slightly, making me wonder if she still harbored the normal fear many women had towards bigger men.

"Why? Can't a man with a strong physique kneel?" Mila challenged.

"Yes, he can," I responded firmly. "But I don't want to be a big brother who kneels and licks your feet. In times like this, I have to assert some authority."

Even if I were to beg pathetically for forgiveness from Mila, it wouldn't improve our relationship.

"A piece of shit like you trying to act all high and mighty," Mila retorted sharply.

The messages from the Goddess of Adult Games started to infect my thoughts, teasing and tempting me with their suggestive content. It was a reminder of my guilt and Mila's determined efforts to bring me down.

"It would have been better if you died alone somewhere without parents!! Why did you come to our house and ruin our family?" Mila's voice trembled with anger and frustration.

My mind began to spin, overwhelmed by the viral messages and the weight of the situation. I couldn't bear it any longer. Mila, I'm sorry! Please understand me!

Unable to control my emotions, I lashed out, delivering a powerful blow to Mila's stomach. It was an act of defiance against the viral messages that aimed to seduce and manipulate me.

"What...?" Mila gasped in surprise.

"You're stronger than me, but I won't hold back," I declared, my voice filled with determination.

I refused to degrade Mila by using the skill <Blowjob Anywhere!> and reducing her to an object for my pleasure.

"Stunner!" I shouted, executing a well-known wrestling move.

"Kyaa!" Mila cried out, caught in the technique's impact.

It was a primitive display of violence, an attempt at true education.

"I told you not to talk to your big brother like that!" I exclaimed, driven by a mix of frustration and a desire to assert my authority.

Mila lay on the ground, her body convulsing as if attempting to use magic.

"I-I'll kill you, I'll kill you! It doesn't matter if you're my brother. Now, Kyaaaaaaa!!" she screamed.

Seizing her ankles, I spun Mila around, preparing to throw her away.

"Giant Swing!!"

With a powerful swing, I launched Mila towards my bed. I never expected that the first person to lie on my bed wouldn't be my future wife but my little sister.

"Rope Recoil!" I exclaimed, bouncing off an imaginary rope recoil and striking Mila's stomach once again.

"Ugh!"

"Kyaa!"

I couldn't afford to give her any time to cast a spell. I had to remain vigilant. After all, my opponent was Mila, a top student who was much stronger than me.

"This... you... jerk..." Mila's voice trailed off weakly.

"It's big brother!" I corrected her sharply.

Engaging in a Triangle Choke, I applied pressure to Mila's neck, restricting her breathing.

"Ugh... eup..."

Just then, Luna's footsteps echoed loudly as she ascended the stairs, interrupting the intense confrontation.

"Big brother! Mila! What's going on?" Luna's voice filled the room, filled with concern and confusion.

"Mila is receiving some discipline from big brother, so don't worry!" I replied, trying to reassure Luna.

Mila, struggling to breathe, managed to utter a plea to Luna. "Ugh, ugh... Luna, I... this jerk... hand him over..."

Luna hesitated, torn between her loyalty to her brother and her sympathy for her sister. "I'm sorry... I don't want to take anyone's side..."

In the midst of the chaos, Luna quickly retreated, running away from the scene. Mila's consciousness started to fade as the Triangle Choke took its toll on her.

"Who do you think you are? My love is for my little sister!" I declared, my voice filled with intensity.

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