Philosophy of Life

A/N: Okay, thanks for the support so far! I will post one more chapter after this, so, we will have in a total of three chapters today. However, the next update won't be right away—I'm still exhausted and need to rest first.

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Hatsune Miku's POV

"Princess!"

"Princess!"

"Princess!"

The class erupted into a frenzy of excitement the moment I stepped inside. My mere presence seemed to electrify the room, and their voices reached a fever pitch as they chanted my title with fervor.

Why wouldn't they?

To them, my existence was nothing short of a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon. I wasn't just a mere student who happened to share their classroom—I was a princess. The Princess of Japan. The only daughter of the Emperor himself.

Adding to the allure, I was also a world-renowned idol. My appearances in mundane settings like a classroom were as rare as seeing a shooting star during a meteor shower.

It was no wonder that my arrival caused such uproar. The energy in the room was palpable, and the cheers seemed to grow louder with every passing second.

Had their teacher not intervened, threatening them with the promise of punishment, who knows how long their adulation would have continued?

Feeling satisfied with their reaction, I allowed a small, self-assured smile to grace my lips.

My gaze swept across the room like a queen surveying her subjects.

Then, finally, I found him.

My target.

And he was… asleep.

My smile faltered, my expression darkening ever so slightly.

Hoshino Kun...

Was it really him? The boy I'd heard so much about? The one I had gone out of my way to meet in person?

I turned my attention to the teacher, Hiratsuka-sensei, masking my irritation with a mischievous grin.

"Sensei, who is that student?" I asked, my tone light but laced with mischief as I pointed at the sleeping figure.

It was a subtle jab at him, a playful reprimand. How dare he ignore me? A princess—this princess—standing right in front of him?

Let's see how he handles the embarrassment of being scolded in front of the entire class.

Even if he was a Campione, a literal god-slayer, in this classroom he was just another student. And in a school setting, students were supposed to follow the rules. That meant respecting the teacher and, most importantly, recognizing royalty when it stood before them.

Internally, I laughed.

Predictably, my question caused Hiratsuka-sensei to frown as her gaze landed on the slumbering Hoshino-kun.

"He is—"

Before she could finish, another voice interrupted her.

"Ahem! I apologize for my brother's behavior, Hiratsuka-sensei," a girl spoke up, raising her hand.

It was his sister, Hoshino Ai. She stood with an apologetic look on her face, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"He's tired because of me," she explained earnestly. "I've been struggling with my studies, and my grades haven't been great. My brother stayed up late helping me study, sacrificing his own rest to make sure I understood everything."

Her words softened the teacher's expression almost immediately. Hiratsuka-sensei nodded, her tone less stern now.

"Please tell him this cannot happen again," she said, though there was little heat in her words.

"Yes, Sensei," Ai replied obediently, bowing her head.

I bit my lip, pouting in mild frustration.

My plan had been thwarted.

He wouldn't face the consequences I had hoped for, not today.

Still, that didn't mean he was off the hook completely.

"Sensei," I spoke up again, feigning innocence. "May I sit behind his seat?"

Hiratsuka-sensei hesitated, her brows furrowing. "But—"

Before she could finish her thought, a bespectacled boy from the back of the classroom raised his hand enthusiastically.

"No problem, Princess!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing out of his chair. "Take my seat!"

He left with such eagerness that I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction.

At least someone here knew how to treat royalty.

I walked over and gracefully took his seat, settling myself directly behind Hoshino-kun. The murmurs of excitement from my classmates only added to the drama of the moment.

As I waited for the bell to ring, I allowed a smirk to creep onto my lips.

The day was far from over.

Sooner or later, Hoshino Kun would wake up, and when he did, I would be here, ready to confront him.

Let's see how he handled a princess who didn't take kindly to being ignored.

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How could this be?!

How could this have happened?!

I wanted to talk with Hoshino-kun! To exchange words with him, to finally have a proper conversation—just the two of us.

And yet here I was, trapped, utterly ensnared by the ceaseless chatter and insipid curiosity of my classmates.

Their endless questions were nothing but noise, grating and dull.

Ugh, could they not muster even a shred of originality?

Why couldn't they, for once, ask something intriguing or at least marginally creative?

No, of course not. Instead, all they could conjure up were the same old, repetitive, brain-dead inquiries.

"Why did you enroll in this school, Princess?"

"What is your relationship with Hoshino-kun, Princess?"

"Why did you decide to become an idol, Princess?"

It was enough to make my blood boil!

Not only were these questions unimaginative, but they were also repetitive to the point of insult.

Do they even realize how much of my precious time they're wasting?

If it weren't for their noble lineages and the potential fallout of offending them, I would've ignored them outright, brushing off their existence like one flicks away a bothersome fly.

But alas, appearances must be maintained, and the Princess cannot afford to sully her reputation.

Humph!

Think of it as a favor from the Princess, then!

Yes, let them bask in this fleeting mercy, for my patience is a gift they don't deserve.

But just as I was begrudgingly entertaining their drivel, my world came crashing down.

My triumph, my carefully orchestrated plan, crumbled the moment my target—Hoshino-kun—stood up from his seat and left.

Left.

With his sister, no less!

He didn't so much as glance in my direction, didn't acknowledge my presence at all.

My heart sank like a stone, and my pride shattered into a million jagged pieces.

Why?!

Why didn't he greet me? Why didn't he even look at me?!!!

H-Hey, Hoshino-kun, don't leave!

I wanted to scream. I wanted to demand his attention, to drag him back to where he belonged—where I was. But the words caught in my throat, strangled by my mounting frustration and the insufferable questions of my classmates.

So I stayed rooted in place, forced to endure this torment while the person I truly cared about slipped away, completely oblivious to my feelings.

The rage boiled inside me, threatening to overflow.

My hands clenched under the desk, nails digging into my palms.

So angry!

Furious didn't even begin to describe the inferno raging within me.

Damn it all!

One day, Hoshino-kun, you will notice me. One day, these fools won't hold me back.

And on that day, I'll make sure you never walk away from me again.

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Hoshino Kun's POV

I couldn't help but feel that I was in heaven now as I kept slamming my sister against the toilet wall at school, her body writhing and struggling beneath mine.

She tried to keep her mouth shut, her hand pressed firmly against her lips, muffling any sounds she made.

But there was something incredibly erotic about the way her voice was stifled, the ragged breaths escaping from between her fingers as I thrust into her with increasing intensity.

I almost couldn't hold back from taking her hand away and letting her moan freely, from letting those who idolized my sister know how she sounded when she was under me, struggling against the intensity of the sex we were making.

Her voice became undeniable erotic as I continued to pound into her, each thrust driving deeper into the depths of her cunt.

I loved every second of it, relishing in the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of my sister's tight pussy as I positioned her in all fours on the cold tile floor of the school bathroom.

The illicit nature of our tryst only added to the thrill, knowing that if anyone else found out how their favorite idol was being fucked senseless by me, pressed up against the wall with a look of pure ecstasy on her face as I shook my hips and buried myself deep inside her dripping wet cunt...their reaction would be priceless.

When I envisioned the scene, my cock, already hard, grew even harder.

What can I say, her pussy was so incredibly peak!

The exquisite tightness, the supple elasticity, and the way it sucked me in so intensely was so peak!

"I almost come, sister." I breathed heavily as I kept thrusting my erection into her from behind, my hips pumping furiously.

Waves of pleasure washed over me as I neared the brink of climax, my balls tightening with each powerful stroke.

"Inside, Brother... This is my safe day." She whimpered softly, her body quivering with ecstasy.

Even if it wasn't her safe day, I wanted to breed her, to make her mine, to let Hoshino Ruby be born earlier than planned.

The thought of impregnating my sister sent a jolt of excitement through my loins, and I quickened my pace, my cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with ease.

With a guttural groan, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I exploded inside her warm, welcoming depths, my seed spurting from my throbbing member in wave after wave of intense pleasure.

I removed my cock from her pussy, satisfaction etched on my face as I ensured she was well and truly marked by me, especially considering how incredibly erotic she was when her pussy glistened with my cum.

After nodding in contentment, I put my trousers back on, checking my reflection in the mirror as I washed my face and straightened my disheveled school uniform.

Once done, I glanced over at my sister, who had neatly dressed herself.

Yeah, you know how it is; usually, girls take forever to get dress. But not my sister - she's just friggin' awesome.

Unlike other chicks, when I head over to their place for a date or just to hang out, they tend to primp and preen for upwards of 30 minutes to an hour.

It's like they forget the purpose of the date – to have fun and enjoy each other's company rather than one women show.

What a load of crap.

She latched onto my hand as we exited the restroom, acting as if nothing had transpired within those four walls.

We pretended that everything remained the same between us, maintaining our sibling-like bond in eyes of others.

"It seems your brother's weight carries more significance than your idol, sister," I remarked with a chuckle, amused by the fact that my sister preferred me over her idol.

We strolled leisurely down the hallway after our previous escapade, a subtle air of intimacy lingering between us.

"Narcissistic," Ai pouted, her lips curling adorably as she shifted the topic without missing a beat.

"Are you not curious about Miku, brother? She's a princess, after all. It feels a bit unrealistic that you're still acting indifferent toward her—sleeping in class and ignoring her completely when everyone else is falling over themselves to introduce themselves to her."

She spoke with a mix of curiosity and reproach, clearly unaware of the darker, lustful side I kept hidden.

In her eyes, I was no less than a paragon of virtue—her Prince Charming on a white horse, gentlemanly, charismatic, and humorous, a flawless figure who fulfilled her fantasies of love.

Yes, I ensured her idealized vision of me was thoroughly nurtured.

As much as I loved her, it didn't mean I would sacrifice my own desires or bind myself to a single woman—not now, not ever.

I loved beautiful women, all women.

Every hero loves women, after all. But I'm not a hero.

Heroes often do noble deeds, but I don't. I refer to someone who leaves their mark in history through their passions, their lusts, and their conquests.

Moreover, loving pretty girl was a philosophy, an art that transcended monogamy.

"Well, if you want to talk to her, you're free to do so. But I won't." I shrugged nonchalantly, feigning disinterest.

Of course, that was a lie.

The real reason I eager go to school—despite my frequent absences and tendency to laze around—was none other than the Vocaloid Princess herself.

However, I wouldn't allow myself to appear too eager. That would give Miku the upper hand, and I couldn't risk raising Ai's suspicions about my true nature—a womanizer with insatiable lust for beauty.

Instead, I would wait, biding my time until the Princess herself took the initiative, begging for my attention.

When that happened, I'd ensure she appeared desperate, eager to close the distance between us.

And should Ai ever discover my inevitable affair with Miku, I could conveniently deflect the blame, claiming Miku had seduced me.

That was the plan.

"I'd like to get to know her, brother. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all. But…"

Ai's voice softened as she smirked and leaned closer, tightening her grip on my arm. "I think I like being with you better."

Her words dripped with a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness, and I couldn't help but stroke her hair in return, a gesture that spoke volumes in its tenderness.

As we walked together down the bustling hallway, humming a tune in perfect harmony, we looked like every bit the ideal of brother and sister.

The envious glances cast our way by the crowd only added to the intoxicating illusion.

This is life...

My incestuous life with my sister...