The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Unholy Whale

Chapter 1 New acquisitions

“Good thing I did not get hangovers,” I thought as I struggled awake and sat up in my bed. I groaned and rubbed my temples. Fuck, maybe I did get hangovers! Or at least my body knew when to punish me for my stupid decisions. Holding my throbbing head, I looked at the mess that was my bedroom. Empty bottles and cans of cheap beer strewn everywhere, lit up only by the cold light of my computer screen. I gently massaged my forehead as I picked up my phone. When the screen turned on, fragmented memories of last night came rushing back and I almost threw my phone into the wall! A cute app icon depicting a smiling girl drawn in Japanese anime style, her blue hair in pigtails, beamed up at me. I felt as though the cute smile was mocking me...

Ex Calibre: Infinite Lovers was without a doubt the most popular gacha game on the mobile gaming market. The game had released out of nowhere exactly a year ago and became a smash hit immediately! The story, quality character design and gameplay were all top notch when compared to its competitors. All the lonely guys with more than a casual interest in Japanese games and anime culture played it. The thing was—that while the game undoubtedly had all these qualities setting it apart—it was also straight up a porn game. And a hardcore porn game at that! Some gacha got really lewd with their art and scenarios, but the new top contender on the market had your main character using his magical abilities as a Summoner to fuck, harass and sometimes rape the girls he summoned. The sex scenes were all graphic and detailed, the excellent artwork accompanied by moans and panting from the famous and well-respected Japanese voice actresses doing their best to deliver a stellar performance.

Even though Ex Calibre: Infinite Lovers was without a doubt a dirty porn game for lonely nerds, none of the usual suspects seemed to mind. The app stores did not take it down for being in breach of some terms of service, even though the commercials for the game displayed full on penetration and naked tits. None of the whiny internet personalities whose fame was based on bashing Japanese fan service games seemed to care. None were triggered! The hit game produced by the Japanese start-up Satania Co. Ltd. was left to its own devices, allowed to churn out more and more quality content for perverts like me.

As an avid fan of the game, I had stayed up late last night, drinking some beer while watching the anniversary livestream, broadcasted straight from Japan. The stream had all the markings of a typical cute game event and was being hosted by a few of the adorable idols and top-of-the-line voice actresses doing voice work for the game. The cute Japanese girls in the studio were excitedly chatting with each other, joking around, alternating between their real voices and the voices they used for the characters in the game. I just couldn’t shake the feeling of how weird it all was!

While the hostesses of the live stream were discussing their favorite characters and scenarios in a matter-of-factly and playful way, the pictures on display that showed off the characters they were talking about were the opposite of cute and funny. One voice actress gave detailed commentary on artwork depicting one of her character’s being violated by tentacles. Another favorite illustration among the girls in the studio depicted the heroine of the Elf Wars story arc lolling her tongue out from the pleasure she got from a double penetration. The only picture that seemed to cause slight embarrassment among the more prudish of the idols depicted the busty evil sorceress in the middle of an orgasm as she was being choked by the Summoner while his dick punished her evil ways.

That none of the hostesses seemed fazed by this hardcore hentai would not be that weird if they were porn actresses, or normally did voice work for such filth. But the hostess who had just been expressing her admiration of a very graphic sex scene was perhaps Japan’s biggest current idol. It did not make sense to me at all!

The panel discussion stopped, and the girls wished for all of their fans in Japan and abroad to warmly watch the trailer for the new anniversary summoning banner. I took another sip of my beer in anticipation. The trailer began by showing employees of Satania Co. Ltd. thanking the players for the one year of support and then proceeded to show off the art of the characters who would be the focus of the game’s anniversary event.

The first well-drawn artwork depicted the popular but haughty Red Empress of a lost civilization. The magic sword she usually brandished so proudly currently laid on the ground beside her, her face a mixture of shock and bewilderment as she looked down at her several times over inflated bosom. The ridiculously enlarged naked tits jutted out freely, having torn completely through the white bustier she normally wore.

The second artwork displayed in the trailer was that of the petite girl with goat horns, whose fan service and sex scenes were usually focused on her tight ass and back. True to the appeal of her character, she was depicted sticking her ass out invitingly but her face also displayed embarrassment and surprise as her normally almost flat chest was now spilling out from her bent over upper body, to the extent that it was touching the floor.

The final piece of artwork was of the proud mage girl—one of the main heroines of the game’s story. Her design was normally more on the tame side, usually relegated to romantic hand-holding scenes and story-important cutscenes. As drawn now however, the girl was wearing nothing more than her wizard hat and striped stockings. With a crazed facial expression she was grabbing one of her greatly expanded tits with both hands, licking and sucking her nipple, as both of her swollen tits sprayed her tight body with copious amounts of breast milk. It was apparent from the illustration that whatever had expanded her petite chest to the enormous ballistic, lactating missiles protruding out from her slim body had also driven the proud and kind magician girl mad with lust.

The trailer ended, and the voice actresses hosting the show were all clapping and laughing about their excitement for the players to find out more. While they were going through the list of added sex scenes I wanted to scream at the screen. ”Why are you discussing this as if it was a normal video game trailer? This is fetish porn! Your anniversary event is a goddamn breast expansion bonanza!” However, the fetish in focus was also highly relevant to my interests. While the Japanese women kept talking on my computer screen screen, I began slowly losing myself to my imagination, fantasizing especially about the last picture displayed. Envisioning the normally hard-working and studious mage girl being lost completely to her sexual need and desire; her small breasts reshaped to the absolute end-point of hyperfemininity for the pleasure of men spoke to a primal desire inside of me. I needed to roll for that bitch...

As my fantasy picked up steam, I was rudely interrupted by one of the hostesses’ announcing that the anniversary banner was live now! “Wait, what?!” I thought as I stopped masturbating and opened the app on my phone and was greeted by gifts of several of the game’s resources to celebrate the anniversary event along with the new summoning banner. The banner depicted the three anime girls from the trailer I had just watched. They gazed lustfully at me, the player, through the screen of my phone, clutching their violently expanded chests, showing them off, needing release... Needing me... I had to get them!

The rest of the night up until early morning was little more than a drunken haze of disappointment and bad financial decisions. I had recently inherited some money that I first used up. When that was gone I pulled out my credit card. I finally crashed onto my bed, a drunken and defeated mess, as the morning sun began shining through the covered windows. I had wasted so much money, built up so much debt, and I did not even roll a single one of my targets.

I sighed, recalling my failures, and got out of bed while looking around my mess of a bedroom. Even without the beer bottles and general mess, I was not very proud of my current situation. With a mixture of emotions I looked over to my cluttered desk, where my computer was crowded by lewd figurines of anime and video game girls. With heavy steps I walked towards the bathroom to wash up. It would not be wrong to say I had regressed this past year...

While I washed my face, I looked into the mirror. My hair was too long and unkempt and my face looked gaunt. I guess that is what happens when you don’t really leave the apartment that much anymore. As my mind began wandering back to a time before of all this, I was thankfully saved from my memories by the buzzing of my doorbell.

I looked through the peephole and saw a delivery man standing in the corridor. I opened the door and was swiftly handled a package. “From Japan,” he told me, and then left.

Weird, I didn’t expect a new figurine. I put the package down among the rest of the mess in my bedroom and unwrapped what looked like a deck of cards with a distinct red pattern. This looked a lot like the Summoner’s Soul Deck from Ex Calibre: Infinite Lovers. Heck, it looked exactly like it! The faces of the cards were completely blank but their backs had the proper pattern at least. I didn’t order this, but might as well keep it. I thought, and put the deck of cards next to the other anime merchandise on my already crowded desk.

Beginning to clean up the beer cans and bottles from last night, I suddenly felt extremely drowsy. I took a few stumbling steps towards my bed, and fell asleep as soon as I had laid down.

* * *

I awoke to find myself no longer in my bedroom but instead standing in a fancy corner office overlooking an enormous urban cityscape. I was still wearing the same old t-shirt and boxer shorts I had worn when cleaning my room. Behind a spotless desk sat a sharply dressed Asian woman who looked up at me from behind a stylish pair of thin-rimmed glasses. Despite her professional appearance her face looked young, barely more than twenty. She gave me a small and welcoming smile without showing teeth. When she smiled—my heart melted! She was perhaps the cutest girl I had ever seen! But I also noticed something weird about her the more I looked. Her facial features were clearly Asian, down to her slightly almond shaped eyes. Her frame was delicate and to really hammer home the point of Japanese traditional beauty, her face was framed by a flawless hime cut of silky smooth dark hair. Her skin however, had a slight reddish tone.

“Welcome, most esteemed guest. You are Frogger-san, correct? I have been awaiting you.” Her voice was pleasant and warm, fitting her face perfectly. A slight Japanese accent when she spoke only enhanced the warmth her voice filled me with as I intently listened to her; it was as if she spoke directly to my heart. But did she say “Frogger”? That was the username I used for online games!

She stood up from behind her desk, every small movement seemed deliberate and executed with perfect precision. I noticed a tail, looking like a stereotypical pointed devil’s or demon’s tail, swinging back and forth from behind her back. The movement of the tail also seemed deliberate and studied—almost hypnotic in its swaying. She approached me, as if unfazed by a tall guy in his underwear suddenly materializing in her office, and only stopped once she was so close I could smell her perfume. Delicate and subtle. My tall body towered over her small frame, but I was the one who felt uneasy. Who was this woman? She had a tail and red skin. Was she a demon or something?!

The petite Japanese (?) girl looked up at me me with her warm eyes, her inviting red lips parting in a smile revealing slightly elongated fangs. She adjusted her glasses with the same deliberate touch she seemed to apply to her every action. With her accented voice sounding like wind chimes in my head, she proceeded to speak.

“Welcome to the headquarter of famous Japanese game development studio Satania Co. Ltd., most honored customer. We appreciate your continued support.

Our majority stakeholder is a big proponent of human vice. Gambling, sex, general debauchery—the mobile gaming market has been rife with vice since its inception, and by forming our game development studio we are moving our positions forward to influence the mortal world. He was touched by your recent sacrifices to satiate your vices. And He is not easily moved to such feelings by mortal feats. By His commands, I have therefore been ordered to reward you. A tool of most wicked power has been delivered you to grant you power to further pursue your dark interests. Please, use it as you see fit, honored customer.”

As the red-skinned woman with a voice of angels finished the last part of her speech she carefully folded her hands together and bowed deep in front of me. Her wonderful perfume made me feel dizzy, and for the first time since I had arrived in this office her perfect hime cut of silky hair gave way to gravity as she bowed. Her deep bow allowed me a full view of the city visible through the window glass behind her desk, only partially disturbed by the tail whipping back and forth in my field of vision. Was that really Tokyo?

* * *

I suddenly awoke to my phone buzzing. That was a weird dream...

Drowsily I picked it up to see it display two missed calls from ‘Sister’. Shit fuck damn!! I forgot all about Jenny!

I answered her third call while I jumped out of bed.

“Hey Jenny, sorry I didn’t answer before I—”

“What the hell, man? I’ve been waiting for you for more than half an hour. If you didn’t want me to come, you could just say so?!”

“I’m so sorry, Jenny. Honestly I am really glad you are here and want to hang out.” I did my best to get dressed at the same time as I apologized. “Hang on, I’ll be at the restaurant in a second.” I lied.

“Don’t bother. Since you obviously didn’t remember me, I’ve headed over to your place instead. You barely go out anyway, right? I’m waiting downstairs out on the street now, can you let me in?”

I looked around my mess of an apartment. Fuck!

My stepsister Jenny and I had lived together since we were little kids. Her mom and dad were Korean, but her mom had remarried my dad when Jenny was still very young. We got along great back then, but had drifted apart as we got older. I kept my interests in video games and anime while Jenny moved on to more socially acceptable hobbies, regularly complaining to me about the pervy games and anime I watched back when I still lived at home. She had grown into a real beauty and she was good at sports, too! To be honest, sometimes I’m thankful of her being such a bitch to me growing up. It was probably what had saved me from developing a case of “yellow fever”, Japanophile nerd that I may be.

The reason Jenny had come to town today was because of an offer for a tennis scholarship at the university where I studied. The plan was that I would show her around town a bit and share my experiences of living and studying here. Well, that had been the plan before I stood her up... Though, even if I had arrived on time to meet her, I think I would have managed to piss her off in some way.

As Jenny had grown into her own woman, she had also become kind of hard to deal with in general. From her posts on social media I had noticed how she was gradually getting more and more into modern identity politics. From an old friend back home I had even heard that Jenny apparently broke up with her last boyfriend over him daring to suggest that she could dress up as a Japanese schoolgirl for a Halloween party. She had found that suggestion incredibly demeaning due to her heritage being Korean and not Japanese.

I sighed as I briefly remembered simpler times. Remembering my cute little sister back when we were younger, her wearing an over-sized tennis shirt, running around on the court with her big tennis racket hitting the balls I served her. Looking over at my mess of an apartment, I buzzed her in with resignation. I was screwed no matter what, but perhaps I could keep her from seeing the catastrophic mess that was my bedroom.

* * *

I heard the elevator stop on my floor and opened the apartment door to let my pissed-off little sister inside. The petite Korean American girl had her arms folded and her eyes shot daggers at me.

“You know, I wasn’t even surprised that you didn’t show up. You’re such a goddamn mess I expected you to forget me!”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I was feeling terrible yesterday. I’ve just slept all day for some reason...”

My little sister sighed loudly in protest of my excuse as she took the light summer coat she was wearing off and hanged it together with her fashionable handbag on a clothes hanger. She was wearing a short red skirt, barely reaching the midpoint of her upper thighs and a light cotton shirt with two buttons unbuttoned. Her doll-like face was framed by slightly wavy, thick black hair. If you told me this beautiful girl was the star of a K-drama or was an Asian pop star, I would believe you.

Checking out her small but athletic body while she took her clothes off in front of me, I felt a familiar desire well up inside of me that I had learnt to suppress. ”Her being a bitch had stopped me from developing yellow fever”. Who did I try to fool, anyway? My Korean beauty of a little sister knew how to dress to draw a guy’s attention. And to be completely honest, it pissed me off that she dressed like that and behaved so casually around me, when she should know full and well I, as her stepbrother, had no other choice but to grit and bear it. I smiled at her while I waited.

“Ewww... what is that stink? Your apartment smells terrible!” To really drive home the point of how repulsed she was by the stench, Jenny pinched her nose exaggeratedly.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I told you I’ve been feeling sick. Let me open some windows. Please, sit down at the dinner table and let your brother prepare you some coffee.”

“No, it smells like alcohol or something.” She said as she went straight past me, opening the closed door to my bedroom behind me. She immediately started laughing. “What the heck? You clearly had some party here yesterday! How many bottles did you even drink, you raving alcoholic bozo?!”

She kept laughing half-mockingly and entered my dimly lit bedroom. I guess the plan to keep her out of there had failed spectacularly! I followed Jenny inside to see her, still chuckling, standing next to my desk.

“You still collect figurines like this, huh? I thought you told me you had stopped? Didn’t you find a college girlfriend and become all adult and serious or something?”

“Well, I started collecting them again—”

“Why? It’s a waste of money! And...” She grabbed and waved one of my favorite figurines around, a statuette of the Red Empress from Ex Calibre posing seductively in a micro bikini. “This type of stuff perpetuates bad stereotypes. And in general it’s kind of demeaning to both men and wo- EWW!!?” She threw the figurine hard on the floor and turned to me.

FUCK!! I flashed back to last night’s drunken debauchery as I now remembered that I, shortly before blacking out, had made the very rational decision to “punish the Red Empress slut that did not want to come home by covering her dirty body with my ‘hot glue”. I was such an enormous failure...

Jenny held up her hand, sticky with my cum, towards me. Her whole body was shaking and her face twisted with with anger.

“You are fucking disgusting!!” She screamed as she in fury swiped her hands over my desk, tearing down several of the figurines on it. The deck of cards I had received from Japan earlier was also an unfortunate casualty of her rage as the cards spread out all over the floor. She turned back to me with hatred still shining in her eyes, wiping her sticky hand clean on the back of my computer chair.

“This is just too much bullshit... You are too much bullshit! I’m... I’m leaving! I don’t think I want to see you ever again.” She stomped past me, her hips swinging as her short skirt taunted me. I glanced at the mess around my desk and the broken figurines. It was a lot of goddamn money she had just burnt for me.

“Fine, leave! I’m sorry I messed up. I’m a guy—we masturbate—that happens! You are the one who insisted to go into my fucking bedroom and grab stuff you shouldn’t.” I hesitated a moment as I saw my little sister keep walking away from me, out of my life. “Fine! I know I messed up! Sorry! But I don’t know why you have to be so fucking rude. Looking down on me as if you are so much better! You disrespectful bitch!!”

She stopped abruptly, and turned around. Her skirt flipping, her face now a grimace of hatred and fury.

“How dare you—of all people—call me a bitch? Fucking incel loser!”

Jenny raised her hand to slap me. I saw the slap coming and managed to clumsily catch her wrist with my hand. In the corner of my eye, I noticed how one of the cards from the deck of cards from Ex Calibre: Infinite Lovers that my sister had swiped off the table started to shine an eerie, pink light. And the world suddenly got weird.

I released my grip around her wrist as I saw my sister stumble backwards, the anger on her face suddenly replaced with confusion. “What is... what.. I don’t u-understand... uhh...?” She spoke as if she tried to ask me something.

She stumbled back while facing me, taking small and imprecise steps, as if the act of movement now required her full attention. My younger sister folded her arms over her chest and held them there as if attempting to push something back. However, with every little step, and with every passing second, I could see something swelling up behind her folded arms, pushing against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. After a few more almost-steps, Jenny stopped backing away completely, standing still in the middle of my bedroom while clutching her chest in desperation, as if her life depended on holding something back.

A small moan came from her, struggling to escape, impossible for the slim Korean girl to hold in any longer. Then, came another now passionate and much lewder moan as Jenny dropped her arms covering her chest, the girl not conscious enough to care about covering whatever was ceaselessly expanding behind them anymore. Finally, the buttons struggling to hold her white shirt together could no longer handle all of the extra mass rapidly adding onto my sisters lithe body, and came flying off. The bra followed. Along with the buttons ripping off, my sister’s suddenly enormous tits bounced up and down as they were freed from constraints—clearly defying such a mundane concept as gravity. When the spheres of tits, each one almost bigger than Jenny’s head and still growing fast, bounced up and down, small squirts of breast milk sprayed on the floor and on Jenny’s face and body. My little sister’s face showed a mixture of severe confusion and perhaps even more severe arousal as she squirted milk on herself. Gradually, the realization that the clothes she had been wearing could no longer support her transforming new body seemed to dawn on her.

“I am... what is... t-this I... what’s happening to me~..?” For a short moment, Jenny seemed to be able to focus, and the confusion and arousal in her eyes was briefly replaced with a very real fear as it seemed to dawn on her that the athletic body that she worked so hard to maintain was, for some reason, being reshapen into a pervert’s sex fantasy. The moment of clarity quickly passed and she shuddered with another shock of pleasure. Her enormous milkers grew even more enormous, spraying her body and my apartment with even more milky liquid.

Up until this moment of my little sister’s rapid erotic transformation I had stood there, flabbergasted. A few moments ago, I had figured our sibling relationship was over. Now Jenny was moaning and panting from pleasure, her breasts transformed into a ridiculous teenage mockery of what a female body ought to look like. And they were still growing, leaking more and more milk over her otherwise tight and trimmed Asian body.

Jenny’s body shuddered and tensed as her enormous hooters grew yet larger, for the first time the subsequent spray of milk from her flopping tits hit me, on my lower chin. Jenny’s moans of nonsense from the breast expansion followed by the splash of milk from her swollen breasts finally made me snap out of my role as a passive spectator. Holy fuck! Is this real and what is going on?

I did my best to focus. My little sister was clearly in a stage of extreme arousal and had grown enormous, gravity defying, hentai-styled, lactating boobs. This was either a perfect wet dream or, and I looked at the spread deck of cards on the floor where one of them were still glowing pink, I had somehow received an actual magic Soul Deck similar to what the Summoner used in Ex Calibre:Infinite Lovers.

“Aaa~ I... please... I don’t know... what did I.... ahhhh~”

My sister looked at me pleadingly, desperate for me to help her. Her beautiful and slim body enhanced by the erotic spheres of titmeat bouncing up and down, responding cartoonishly to her every movement. She made an attempt to raise her arms to somehow cover her plus-sized funbags from my gaze but it seemed that the pleasure she got from simply brushing her arms against the swelling tits was enough for her to lose any remaining sense of modesty. She began to savagely massage her breasts with one hand while she desperately licked the fingers of her other hand, as if she was eager to swallow any remnants of my cum that she had not been able to wipe off earlier. While she hungrily licked her hand, she looked at me with eyes full of need and desire—as if she was begging me for more.

Fuck it! No matter if this is reality or a dream, that’s what I will literally do. Fuck it!

I approached my stepsister, and for the first time in a long time, I was truly aware of our difference in size. I towered over my Korean beauty of a little sister. She looked up at me with a needy, confused, and wonderfully horny expression, while she did her best to please her vastly expanded tits.

“Don’t worry Jenny. I think I know what you need.” I said as I put one of my large hands on her tight ass and squeezed while drawing her close. Jenny’s response was wonderful as she, still in a horny daze, pressed her body against mine.

“Ahhn~” She moaned. Her now enormous tits pushed into me, like soft pillows.

I dug my hand in under her panties, and could feel that her pussy was soaking wet. To my amusement I registered that she wore skimpy black lace panties under her short skirt! I began to finger her.

“You slut! You’re getting this wet from transforming into a big-titted sextoy in front of your older brother?!” Maybe it was unfair of me to tease her when magic or something like that had clearly addled her mind, but I couldn’t help pushing her. I immensely enjoyed seeing my little sister, who had acted like such a bitch to me growing up, lose control over herself and her needs before me. “And what’s the deal with the whore skirt and panties when coming to see me?” I pinched her ass hard.

“Ahh~ it’s... I don’t... what is h-happening...” She tried to respond as another shudder of ecstasy shook her body. She pressed herself tightly against me, while the pleasure from my finger inside her pulsing cunt overwhelmed her. Jenny wrapped her delicate fingers around my t-shirt as if she needed something hard and reliable to hold on to. I would give her something like that.

“Jenny, you have been a bad fucking girl for far too long. You’ve looked down on me for several goddamn years now. From what I can tell, this is divine fucking retribution!” I finally spoke my mind, years of pent up sexual frustration of being allowed to look, but not touch, spilling out when she was defenseless before me. “You know how hot you are and are happy to lead guys like me along, with no intention of ever putting out. That ends today!” I picked up my sister’s small body, lifting her by my now soaked hand on her ass.

When I picked her up, Jenny remained clinging to me, moaning all the while, writhing her body against mine as if I was the only way she could find peace from the waves of pleasure shuddering through her. My dick was rock hard and thoroughly soaked through my pants by the erotic milk leaking out from my stepsister’s bolted-on melons.

I carried her to my desk, and rather forcefully put her tight body down on the spot where she had swiped down my anime figurines just minutes before. My sister-slut moaned hard and her body shook as I slammed her down, breasts bouncing up and down. I pulled off my t-shirt and Jenny’s black lace panties while kissing her. My little sister, still in a daze from the effect’s of her transformation, met my kiss hard and lovingly, with a crazed need underneath it all. Her soft tongue danced in my mouth. Sitting on the desk with her legs parted for me, her breasts were like two delicious looking pillows, jutting out at a perfect height for me to enjoy. As I pressed hard against her mouth while kissing her inviting lips, I could feel her tits brush against my bare skin. The milk that had been leaking out from her all this time felt warm and lubricating and, for some reason, gave her skin a slightly shining tone. It looked as if she had applied massage oil on her skin.

“Jenny, your older brother is going to fuck and enjoy your pussy.” I whispered to her, while her body waited for me. I pulled my pants and underwear down. “Is that what you want, you horny slut?”

“Ahn~ I... please... please... don’t I..?”

“Well, I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you want it... ” I continued to tease her, biting her ear while I rubbed my raw dick against her soft, naked thighs.

“I... uhhnnn... P-please... Just... f-fuck me! I need you!” She got out in a whimper while she pumped her bare thighs wildly against my cock. She behaved like a woman possessed, as if her body could not stand the thought of not being in contact with my raw dick for even a second. Happy to oblige my little sister’s request, I plunged myself into her wet and waiting pussy.

Jenny’s entire body tensed when I thrust deep inside her small frame. She threw her head back, moaning and begging me for more, all while her bouncy funbags were doing their own thing flopping about, covering both her and me with more of her milk. I wrapped both my arms around her and lifted her lower back off the table, thrusting deep into her with wild abandon. Burying myself in her new breasts, I greedily sucked on her pink, fluffy nipples, filling my mouth with the same erotic, shiny liquid that covered both me and Jenny now. It tasted... kind of refreshing. Not at all how I imagined breast milk would taste like!

I only managed a few more thrusts into my sister, while sucking on her titties, admiring her vastly improved Asian body writhing in pleasure while covered in her glistening erotic milk, before I came. My body tensed up in a way I had never experienced before as I released all of myself inside of my stepsister.

“You dirty fucking slut, this is what you have always wanted, isn’t it?! My cock deep inside your pussy! Every time you wore a short skirt at home, teasing me, letting me catch a glimpse of your panties—is this what you were fantasizing about?!” I spat out at her while I released everything I had into Jenny. It all just welled up from somewhere deep inside of me.

When I came inside my little sister’s hungry cunt, her body convulsed and shook as a perfect orgasm wracked her. She lifted her hips and wildly bucked against me. While her hips were seemingly moving on their own, she moaned quiet and content moans. She reached out her arms to embrace me as I collapsed upon her body, into her new tits, and in-between her moans and whimpering she softly kissed my exhausted body.

* * *

When I came to, my sister was clearly still enraptured in pleasure while she embraced me. Her eyes had rolled back into her head from the satisfaction and she seemed to enjoy every twitch of my semi-hard cock still inside her. I looked around the desk, covered in whatever weird shiny breast milk that my sister had started to spray from her breasts, and came to a sudden realization regarding the absolute absurdity of the situation. What the fuck was going on? I slowly pulled out of Jenny while admiring the Asian sex goddess that somehow laid on my desk, her body more like a real life 2D hentai character than any Japanese Adult Video actress I had ever seen.

While I was lost in thoughts, I noticed how one of the red cards, somehow not covered in the milk sprayed all around us, began floating up and into my hand. The face of the card, which had previously been empty was now starting to slowly fill in and display information. Red cursive writing shone upon the card spelling out “Soul Capture Complete!”. As the writing faded, I saw an anime stylized version of my sister, wearing the same clothes she had been wearing when she came to visit me (saying she was still wearing them now would be disrespectful to the word ‘wearing’). The anime styled picture then changed to her winking playfully, the titanic tits I had been enjoying moments ago on full display as she was depicted wearing what looked like a very slutty Japanese schoolgirl uniform. A title for the card appeared “Loving and Energetic Little Sister, Jenny Sakamoto” RARE. The card then filled with Attributes.

Wow, this was just like the game, huh? It’s pretty generic of Satania Co. Ltd. to arrange for the character to be such a typical brocon, a bit boring but the design was certainly eye-catching enough... Wait, this is real! Jenny—my little sister—just got Attributes assigned to her in the same way as a girl in Ex Calibre: Infinite Lovers would. But “Sakamoto”? That was not our last name, and neither a Korean last name? Furthermore, I noticed that the last Attribute slot was blank. Usually that would mean it was up to the Summoner to adjust it as he saw fit. “Heck, if it’s an incest wish fulfillment fantasy they are going for, let’s just go all the way,” I thought as I willed the last Attribute on the card.

The blank slot filled in by the same red cursive writing. The card then shone one more time when writing, now in glowing gold covered it momentarily.

It shall be engraved upon her soul. Soul Capture CLEAR!

The card settled down, and the gold writing faded. I noticed how Jenny began to stir. She sat up on top of my desk and seemed to be in full control of her body for the first time since all this had started. She smiled at me, a pure smile, while displaying her naked and milk-covered body and breasts.

“I love you, Onii-chan...” Her tone was sweet and innocent, so unlike how she usually spoke to me.

I felt lightheaded for a moment, as if I was going to faint.

* * *

Jenny raised her hand to slap me. I saw what was coming and managed to clumsily catch her hand. As I did, I saw pure shock in my little sisters eyes.

“I... I am so sorry. I need to leave...” She mumbled while I let go of her hand.

My little sister left my apartment in a hurry, barley taking the time to pick up her stuff before I heard the door slam shut. She had left in a hurry with a still intact white linen shirt and with her normal (disappointingly small) bust size. I looked around the apartment and the mess we (well, mostly Jenny’s growing tits and the milk she lactated from them) had made were nowhere to be seen. Was it all just some weird otaku fever dream? Had my solitude finally made me lose my mind?

Resigned to the fact that madness was apparently another one of my many flaws, I began to clean up the mess of broken figurines from the floor. Many of them were broken and would have to be thrown away, but some could perhaps be fixed. I recalled Jenny’s angry face as she held up her soiled hand. She absolutely had a right to be angry! I should try to call her tomorrow to apologize, I was a terrible older brother.

I gathered the deck of cards from Ex Calibre: Infinite Lovers from the floor and began to sort them. The cards appeared to still be blank, same as before. But then, when I got to one of the final cards, I was greeted by an illustration of the “Loving and Energetic Sister, Jenny Sakamoto” smiling back at me, dressed in a joke of a seifuku. Was this... real magic?