Chapter 2 - Rilley

"Aaaaaa!!"

The rapist man roared while running at Alsa, my older sister...

Let's ignore the fact that she is my older sister for now, by the way, Alsa looked at the man with fear in her eyes.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands shook and she hardly managed to calm herself, not running from the fight. She had weird determination in her eyes, deadset to beat the guy.

If you really don't like the idea to fight the guy then run... This is your life, but who am I to say to that? Her little brother? Of course, I am that, and the reason she is going to fight that man instead of running is because of me.

It seems my legs are broken, by that guy and he threatened Alsa to come here. And, when she came here, he charged at her and rest is history.

Well, I can heal myself whenever I want, but why waste the fun? Let's watch the battle. But disappointing, it really is disappointing not to have popcorn, or it would have been fantastic.

Watching the battle with a slight smile on my face, I summoned popcorn from another dimension.

...

That was of course a joke, don't take everything seriously guys. Develop some humor. Who am I, a god (Well I am more divine than them) that can summon anything I want (Of course I can)? I mean, doing that is pretty easy, but wasting power like that is not good.

So, I went the usual way, used my mana to form the popcorn. The taste of the popcorn of course tasted like popcorn, what did you expect?

Wait, we disgressed.

My eyes dilated at the scene of the battle where the rapist is grabbing the hand of Alsa and she is seriously... Seriously, what is she doing?

She 'Have' power especially given by me. But just look at her, the rapist only grabbed her hand and she is frozen. She isn't even moving, her eyes are reflecting despair.

Hey girl, is this your first time getting grabbed by a rapist whose sole objective is to fuck you? Then grow up gal, show some maturity in front of your little brother and kick him so hard that he will directly descend to the bottom of hell.

What the hell is wrong with her, seriously? Maybe she is just a 13-year-old girl who is getting raped for the first time, so what? Just stand still and let the rapist do what he wants. Well that sounds erotic, and feels like some dirty porn, but...

Aargh! Why am I using my brain so hard anyway? Let's just focus on her...

"Hehe... Hahaha!!"

Suddenly, a manic laugh broke out in the quiet room. It would have been pretty normal if it was the rapist who laughed, but what do we have here? Our dear older sister Alsa is laughing manically like a psychopath who just discovered her psycho.

Her laugh even scared out the poor little rapist who may be deserved to die, but look from his perceptive. How will you feel when you had a plan to fuck a little girl. The plan was already set, and you were close to getting the pleasure.

But suddenly, some miracle happens and she pushed you so hard that pretty much every bone gets broken. But fortunately, you didn't lose your consciousness and heck even get healed without you knowing.

And you charged at her, grabbed her hand, waiting for her to attack. But she didn't, you look at her eyes which is full of despair, you flashed a smile, and thought you have won.

But suddenly, she laughed like a psychopath scaring you to the point of pissing your pant (of course he hasn't pissed his pant yet, but only metaphorically saying). How will you feel?

Scared, fear, wait both of them are pretty much the same aren't they?

Looking at the expression of the rapist, he has pretty much regret and fear on his face. He may be regretting why did he even do that.

And pretty much, you know, as I said earlier, my older sister raise her feet and kicked his ball so hard that he flew to the ceiling and tore it apart. With half of his body sticking out from the ceiling while another half part hanging right in front of our eyes.

F for the rapist.

"Huh...?"

Maybe coming back to her sense, Alsa titled her head. "...Eh?" She seemed to be confused and as a surprise kitten, she looked here and there wondering what just happened.

Maybe her dual personality awakened, or maybe, her brain couldn't handle that event and erased it from her memory.

After coming back to her sense, Alsa ran at me while huffing and puffing (she seemed to have pretty much low stamina) and looked at me worries in her eyes.

"Rilley! Are you alright? Did he do something to you?!"

Wait wait! That sounded wrong in all angles. I am a boy, so he pretty much didn't do anything to me except broking my legs. And, I should be asking you if he did something to you, even if I saw the whole event right in front of my eyes while eating popcorn.

Wow, I am treating the tragedy of my older sister like a movie, what a scumbag I am. But that's a little price to pay for my entertainment, so I will gladly accept that title.

Touching all over my body, my sister checked if something was wrong with me. But, I have already healed my wounds, since I don't want to worry her. Not because I am a good brother or something like that, it just because it would be a pain to deal with her worries.

As we were having our brother-sister moment, a footstep reverberate inside the building, attracting our attention.

Two ladies, wearing highty mighty exquisite dresses walked towards us. They didn't have friendly expressions on their face, and from the way they look, they didn't seem friendly too.

So, who are they?

It is a mystery for another day.