Dimensional Chat Group

Third POV

"Fuck, this is so tight, so good, I'm going to come, sister... Ah... I'm cumming!" Hoshino Kun couldn't help but quicken his pace, thrusting his cock deeper into her slick, wet flesh hole.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him in place, ensuring he had no choice but to release his load inside her throbbing cunt.

"Ah, yes, fill me up, brother, give it to me inside!" Ai screamed out in ecstasy, her entire body burning with pleasure as her juices gushed out uncontrollably, drenching his cock.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hoshino Kun emptied himself inside her, pumping his thick essence into her welcoming pussy, filling her again and again, relentlessly, until Hoshino Ai was left trembling from the sheer number of orgasms that tore through her.

Her brother continued to pound into her, even as her overstimulated cunt and distended belly bulged from the sheer volume of his cum.

Panting heavily, she finally collapsed, her mind reeling in a haze of pleasure.

Thick streams of his seed leaked out of her swollen pussy, forming a sticky, white puddle beneath her.

Hoshino Kun let out a regretful sigh, his cock still throbbing despite having filled her to the brim.

It seemed that after becoming a Campione, his stamina and strength had increased multifold, beyond anything he had expected.

He hadn't tested the limits of his newfound power yet, but the proof was evident—his beloved sister had already fainted, exhausted after merely twenty minutes of intense sex.

In the past, she could last for up to two hours, riding out wave after wave of orgasm without collapsing.

But now?

She was completely spent, her body twitching with the aftershocks of satisfaction.

What more could he ask for?

She was blissfully unconscious, her face flushed with the afterglow of pleasure, and he felt a sense of pride and contentment.

He was about to close his eyes, ready to spend the rest of the night holding Ai close when a sudden notification popped up from the Chat Group, pulling him back to reality and ruining his drowsy satisfaction.

Infinite Death-kun (Re-Zero): Fuck, guys, I got transferred to another world out of nowhere! And holy shit, this place is incredible. There are so many different races, so many lolis everywhere—I'm in heaven!

Trashzuma (Konosuba): What the hell is wrong with this lolicon trash? He had such an awesome nickname, but he's just a complete moron!

Worst Spirit (Date a Live): Ara... It seems jealousy has made you ugly, Kazuma-san.

Trashzuma (Konosuba): Argh...! Just fucking kill me already! I should be the one who got isekai'd! Why am I still stuck as a NEET even with this divine Chat Group tool at my disposal?!

Loli Sensei (Strike the Blood): Language, young man.

Knight King (Fate): Have you finished killing that God, Morningstar Campione?

Morningstar Campione (Campione): Yeah, it's already done. Thanks for lending me the Longinus, Artoria. I owe you one, and as promised, I've infused it with some of Lucifer's blood for you.

[Morningstar Campione sent you Longinus.]

[Do you accept, Knight King?]

Artoria nodded and tossed the Longinus to Merlin without hesitation. "He's fulfilled his promise, Merlin. Now, what do you plan to do with Lucifer's blood?"

"How should I know what Vivian is thinking, Lily?" Merlin shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"Still, it seems the blood is genuine. Perhaps we can establish a deeper cooperation with Morningstar Campione. He might be the most powerful member in the Chat Group."

"Maybe he could help you save Britannia."

"I can save Britannia on my own, Merlin," Artoria replied coldly. Her tone was firm, brooking no further discussion, and Merlin wisely fell silent.

Ever since the incident when Artoria was drugged and her blood was forcibly taken by Morgan to create Mordred, she had been in a foul mood.

Paranoia consumed her; she no longer trusted people as easily as she once did—especially not Merlin. His clairvoyance should have easily detected Morgan's sneak attack, but he had chosen to do nothing, preferring to entertain himself by watching her normally stoic facade crumble into panic and embarrassment.

Now, Artoria treated him with nothing but disdain, and any respect she once held for him had long evaporated.

After all, who knows what could happen when her blood ends up in the hands of her treacherous sister, Morgan?

The thought made her expression harden as she eyed the Longinus in Merlin's grasp.

There was still a chance—it was a slim one, but she wasn't willing to risk it.

Without a moment's hesitation, she snatched the spear from Merlin's hand.

"Lily..." Merlin began, his voice tinged with mild protest, but the Longinus had already disappeared, sent back to Morningstar Campione as Artoria snorted dismissively.

"Not this time. I don't know what that blood might be used for, but I've had enough of this after what happened with Mordred."

"But, Vivian—"

"I will handle it myself," Artoria cut him off sharply.

Merlin sighed, knowing better than to argue further.

This was the state of their relationship now—whatever he tried to say, whatever advice or insights he wished to share, it always fell on deaf ears.

Her distrust of him had reached its peak, and there was no bridging the chasm between them anymore.

He bid her a quiet farewell and left, watching as Artoria continued chatting with other members of the group, her icy demeanor unbroken.

Infinite Death-kun (Re-Zero): Fuck, what should I do?! I'm surrounded by three punks—someone help me!

Knight King (Fate): Unfortunately, we can't enter your world before the selection of an administrator, or else we would have helped you long ago. I could send you a sword if you have the resolve to kill and the skill to wield it, but I fear it might only make things worse if those punks manage to snatch it away from you. Are you sure you still want it?

Yes, the selection of an administrator—the chat group's functions are currently incomplete and not fully active. This chat group was only recently established, about a week ago to be precise. We were all invited here with the gimmick that it could connect people from different multiverses and worlds into a single chat room. It has already been proven that items can be sent between worlds easily enough through trades and gifts.

However, the chat group still requires the selection of an administrator, and so far, it hasn't specified the criteria to become one. Perhaps they want to invite more members before deciding who qualifies for the role.

Morningstar Campione (Campione): I can send you a taser if you want one.

Infinite Death-kun (Re-Zero): Hell yes, a taser would be perfect! As for the sword, sorry, Knight King, but I don't want to kill anyone. I don't think these punks deserve to die just because they tried to rob me.

[Morningstar Campione has sent you a Taser Gun.]

[Do you accept, Infinite Death-kun?]

'Fuck yeah!' Natsuki Subaru thought as he accepted the taser gun. The moment the three punks stepped closer, he fired the taser at the one in front, electrocuting him instantly. The thug convulsed, his body seizing up before he collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

The remaining two punks recoiled in fear, their eyes wide as they noticed the weapon in Subaru's hand. He grinned smugly, taking satisfaction in the look of terror on their faces.

The thug he zapped had silver hair and looked every bit the typical punk, dressed in a ragged leather jacket. The second one was a fat, hulking brute with a menacing glare, while the third was a short, scrawny guy whose ugly, twisted face made him look just as dangerous as the others. These three weren't just wannabe gangsters—they were born thugs, with the faces and outfits to match.

Before Subaru could get too confident, though—

"Move! Move! Hey, you, you're blocking my way!" A small figure slammed into Subaru, sending him sprawling onto the ground. In an instant, the taser gun was snatched from his grip by the small figure.

The two remaining thugs exchanged a glance and then pounded their fists together, stepping toward Subaru with murderous intent.

Subaru's heart pounded in his chest, and he thought for sure he was about to get beaten to death.

But just as despair set in, a vision of silver hair appeared before him—an ethereal goddess-like figure descended from nowhere, standing between him and the thugs with an aura of divine grace.

"Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice filled with righteous fury. "How dare you bully him like this?"

In that moment, Subaru felt a rush of relief.

I'm saved, he thought.

This was it—this was the beginning of his journey, the start of his isekai adventure in a new world.

Little did he know, this was also the start of his endless nightmare.

Trashzuma (Konosuba): Well, it seems like the guy is only crossing over to another world, but doesn't have the necessary skills to survive in it. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.

Loli Sensei (Strike the Blood): How could you mock your own friend while he's suffering like this? Shouldn't you at least show some basic support or sympathy for him?

Trashzuma (Konosuba): And what could you possibly do about it?

Loli Sensei (Strike the Blood): No wonder you're called "Trashzuma." Your name fits perfectly because your personality is absolute garbage, young man. When we get the chance to visit another world together, I'll make sure to fix that trash attitude of yours.

Trashzuma (Konosuba): Oh, I'd like to see you try, Loli Sensei.

"Brother... What happened?" Hoshino Ai opened her eyes, her voice tinged with confusion as she caught the sound of her brother's laughter echoing through the room.

When she looked around, seeing no one else there, she realized he was laughing to himself, without any apparent reason or restraint.

However, she chose not to make any negative assumptions and instead wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug.

"Nothing, Ai. I'm just happy about something," Hoshino Kun replied with a chuckle, his smile almost unsettling in its intensity.

"By the way, how does it feel to be an idol now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as if genuinely curious. "Are you tired of it already? Maybe you're thinking about switching lanes and entering the entertainment industry as an actress instead?"

"Not at all," Ai said with a gentle shake of her head. "I want to keep making everyone feel loved. I already know what it feels like to be loved by you, brother, and I want to share that feeling with the world."

"Besides, I have bigger plans. I want to use my fame to bring attention to that horrible orphanage that kept us locked up like prisoners in the past. I want the entire world to see it for what it is. I can't bear the thought of any child going through what we did, becoming victims to those monsters. I believe my fans will stand behind me when they hear the truth."

How naïve...

Did she really think the government would let such damning information spread freely?

Did she honestly believe her superficial fans would always support her?

They always claimed loyalty, but the moment she met her end, her popularity died with her—her name faded from the public's memory.

How pitiful…

Yet, he held back his thoughts, merely smiling as he kissed her forehead tenderly.

"I'll always support you, Ai-chan. Go ahead and do whatever you want—boldly and without fear," he murmured with a smirk, his voice dripping with a mixture of encouragement and something darker.

"You're the best, brother," she whispered back, her eyes filled with an intense emotion that went beyond simple gratitude.

Then, without hesitation, she pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. Their tongues intertwined as the kiss deepened.

They fell back onto the bed, rolling in the sheets together, limbs tangling in a frenzy of lust.

The night was still young indeed.

And our passionate night has only just begun.