Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

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Finally, Mila collapsed onto the bed, a defeated and disheveled mess. Despite her disarray, her well-kept golden hair still retained an air of nobility. It was somewhat satisfying to see her silenced, at least for the moment.

"I was planning to leave honestly if I lost, but it seems that won't happen," I remarked, my tone tinged with a touch of resignation.

"Heh... heh..." Mila's breaths came out in ragged gasps as she struggled to compose herself.

"From now on, when I want to see, I'll confidently go check out your panties. Got it?" I stated firmly, determined to establish my authority.

Mila remained silent, her expression unreadable.

"Answer me," I insisted, seeking acknowledgment.

"Why... would you... want to see... underwear... in the first place..." Mila questioned, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Just... If anything, you can also come to see my underwear," I offered, attempting to create a sense of fairness.

"I don't know. Seriously..." Mila's response was laced with uncertainty.

In that moment, I realized that I had brought Mila to a dark place. It was a place where wounds were inflicted, and it was unclear if they would ever fully heal.

Mila, who had been completely defeated, gritted her teeth as she slowly got up, determined to regain her composure.

"Wanna try again?" I challenged, preparing myself for another round of physical confrontation.

Mila remained silent, contemplating her next move. This was the most feral I had seen her all day, and I couldn't help but wonder how she would respond.

However, as if declaring that facing me was meaningless, Mila acted as if nothing had happened and walked calmly toward the door. Her steps faltered slightly, betraying the toll our intense fight had taken on her.

"Kuh...!"

"You want your big brother to help you? Hm?" I offered, extending my hand in a gesture of support.

"No!" Mila vehemently refused, rejecting any assistance I offered.

"Well, at least answer the question," I insisted.

"What."

"Don't ever call your big brother trash, jerk, or asshole again," I stated firmly, my words carrying a weight of authority.

"...Why do you suddenly want to play the role of a big brother?" Mila asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

I honestly didn't have a clear answer to that question. If Mila, as essentially a foster family member, questioned my sudden desire to play the role of a big brother, I pondered how I should respond. With an honest smile, I replied, "I don't know. But maybe it's because I care about you."

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"Unbelievable." Mila muttered to herself as she retreated to her room. There were no other words to describe the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing, the rawness of the encounter she had just gone through.

In those moments, all Mila could do was release the despair she felt with each muttering, as if it were a heavy sigh. For a long time, her brother had been a sinner in her eyes. Initially, Mila had been overjoyed at the thought of having an older brother.

Mila's memories took her back to the days when she would excitedly run around, telling her mother all the things she would do with her brother once he arrived.

But when the older brother, Lucas, was finally adopted into their family, there was a stark disconnect between the ideal image she had in her mind and the reality before her. She distinctly remembered feeling repulsed by him.

However, this didn't mean that Mila was prepared to forgive Lucas for trying to become the "ideal older brother."

Undoubtedly, this shift in emotions had nothing to do with Lucas' physical transformation. Neither of the brothers had any intention of truly living in the same house where only Luna and Mila resided.

"I am the judge with absolute authority. My brother is the sinner," Mila reaffirmed to herself, her conviction firm. With that mindset, she entered her room, ready to confront Lucas.

But before she knew it, she found herself rolling on the floor, her mind filled with question marks.

'???????????????'

Mila couldn't comprehend what was happening. Had her brother truly gone mad?

He not only exerted physical force against her, a class A hunter, but he also shamelessly declared his intention to gaze upon her panties whenever he pleased!

Despite her efforts to fight back with all her might, she quickly realized that brute strength alone wouldn't be enough. This realization only fueled her anger even more.

'How can someone like this be a man... What the... Why is he so strong?!'

Helplessly, Mila found herself pinned down, unable to break free from absurd strangleholds and being rolled across the floor. The strength her brother possessed was baffling and infuriating at the same time.

No matter how much Mila might kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness, it seemed that it wouldn't suffice. The situation was dire, and she felt trapped. However, amidst the chaos, a sense of relief began to wash over her.

Mila found herself strangely comforted by her brother's audacious words, stating that he would look at her underwear if he desired. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, unraveling the tangled emotions within her.

In a way, the burden that had been plaguing Mila until now was a manifestation of deeply ingrained misandry.

The actions her brother had committed—shamelessly objectifying himself, secretly installing cameras in the restroom or bathroom without Luna and Mila's knowledge, taking pictures of panties and saving them—initially struck her with terror and revulsion.

The inexplicable fear had evolved into a simple disdain for the existence of men.

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