SISTER'S TRAP

I'm essentially an isekai character so I must have a cheat right?

You'd be correct, my readers.

You see, what made me successful when I first regressed to my younger self was not only my knowledge of the future which I used to get rich as I exploited the stock market but I also was granted the ability to follow people around.

What does that mean?

Stop being so darn impatient.

It means that like an invisible drone camera following them around, I can see what they're doing in a third-person point of view. This means that you guys can also enjoy what the other characters in this novel are doing and not constantly be forced to follow me around.

Yay. Good for you. You're not stuck with me. Poor old me. Suffering from this darn curse but my own readers have no sympathy for me.

Do you really think that I'm just doing this for no reason?

The amount of pain I felt every time I died — it keeps me up at night. The chills I get, the sweat that trickles down my spine as I recall choking on that ramen, being hit by that truck, then getting struck by that plane that crashed into my penthouse.

You'll never understand the pain because you've never died before, obviously.

Hopefully, on the fateful day that you do die, you think back on this novel and think to yourself, "Oh yeah. That one main character from that one generic novel, he did say death was going to be painful."

I already know that you won't remember my name or the name of this novel. I blame your shitty memories for that.

Crap, I'm getting off track again.

I'm currently using my cheat skill to follow Isabella around.

"Bella, what's wrong?" asked her younger sister, Sofia.

That was her nickname but I always called her Izzy because I wanted to leave a mark on her name and create this reminder of me whenever someone refers to her as Izzy rather than Isabella or Bella.

You know, for people that live in the USA which is where this story is currently taking place, the way everything seemed like it was going to be played out felt more like a story meant to take place in Japan or Korea.

"Nothing," responded Isabella. She had a smile on her face but her eyes were slightly puffed up and reddened.

"Bella, you're lying to me," said Sofia who grabbed a pack of ice from the freezer.

The two of them were alone in the living room as their parents were working. It was the weekday after all and tomorrow, the two of us would be seeing each other again at school.

Well, she'll be seeing me but I won't be seeing her. I'm going to actively avoid eye contact with her and not interact with her whatsoever, hoping to make her feel something as well as get the school to talk about it.

I want her to regret it. Make her wonder if she lost something forever. Something that she can never get back.

"I'm not lying," said Isabella. "Nothing is wrong. If anything, something good finally happened. That's... yeah, that's why I'm crying."

"Something good? What? Wait, don't tell me. Let me guess. Did you finally get the top score on the exam?"

"...No."

"Did you get that scholarship you applied for last month?"

"...No."

"Oh oh! Did Greg finally ask you out on a date?"

Greg was the name of the person she had a crush on but he wasn't the male lead. He was more like the crush that was meant to finally understand his feelings once the female lead had already moved on and fell in love with the actual male lead who was Liam, this musician who performs at local cafes.

At the moment, Isabella merely admires Liam but if the plot continues to progress the way it was meant to, she is meant to fall in love with him because his carefree spirit and comforting words start to rub off on him.

"No. It's none of those," said Isabella, shaking her head at all the questions.

"Then what could it be? Shucks. I give up. Tell me," said Sofia, jumping on the couch, laying her legs on top of her big sister's legs, facing opposite directions.

Isabella looked distressed, wondering if she should say it or not.

Reluctantly, she asked, "Do you remember Alexander?"

Sofia clicked her tongue. "Of course I do. That waste of a good face and body. What did he do this time? Wait, this is good news so did he get into a car crash? Was his penis chopped off by a chainsaw? Did he get hit by a truck and forgot all his memories and is finally leaving you alone?"

That last question was strangely specific.

"None of those. Well, you are slightly correct. He... he is leaving me alone," she said.

"Really?" said a shocked Sofia, jolting up to a sit.

"Yes," nodded Isabella. "We... we had a serious conversation today and he told me that he'll finally leave me alone."

Sofia rolled her eyes and asked, "Bella, do you honestly believe him? He's probably just lying. Watch, tomorrow he'll be all up in your space again, being nosy and spoiled as always."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. He's like a gnat that you can't get rid of."

The two of them laughed but I could see in Isabella's eyes that she was conflicted. She didn't know what to feel about her sister's words.

She couldn't tell if she was meant to be angry at the thought of me going back on my word or if she was meant to feel something else; a different emotion that she didn't yet have an inkling on what it was.

Deactivating my cheat skill, I stood up. I was lying on my bed because using the skill required me to basically fall asleep.

"Thank you Sofia, you little brat," I said.

She had planted a seed in her big sister's mind that I was lying about the promise I made to set her free and leave her alone. Now, the impact she would feel when I follow through with my words would be even more powerful than before.

"You don't even know that you're placing your sister in a trap that she won't ever be able to escape," I said.

I forgot to mention that the two of them were in their underwear because they had both returned home from the rain. They were letting the water in the bathtub run so that it would heat up first.

Ignoring Sofia whose body was nothing compared to her big sister, Isabella's slender body, her healthy and athletic curves, the smoothness of her skin, the shape of her boobs that were hidden behind her bra — yes I'm NTRing her because I'm trying to free myself from the curse but that doesn't mean I'm not sexually attracted to her.

I could've waited a little longer to see her naked in the bathroom but I didn't want to spoil it. I wanted my first time seeing her bare body in person rather than during my cheat skill.

I stared at the bulge in my pants and unzipped it. I pulled down my drawers and stared at my penis in the large mirror I had in my bedroom.

I was admiring it.

Look, I'm not gay but I can admit when another man's penis is perfect. It's even less gay since the other man is actually me, albeit through weird circumstances.

I needed to relieve myself but didn't feel like masturbating.

So I pressed a button on my bed and — hold up, let me get a glass of water real quick. I'm getting thirsty. I've been narrating nonstop. You think I rested between chapters but I didn't.

Give me a second. You won't even notice the difference because you can just skip ahead in time in the reading.

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Alright, I'm back. Where was I?

Oh yeah. I pressed a button on my bed which was used to call for a maid. It was typically used to get something cleaned or to order something like a glass of water that I just drank. Delicioso.

A maid in her 20s, probably 24 or 25, politely entered the room and walked over to me.

Bowing her head, she asked, "How can I assist you, young master?"

Now, the job description of being a maid at my home didn't include sexual activities but I couldn't help myself. All of these women were absolutely beautiful and by the first month of being in this body, I had gotten all of them in my bed using nothing but my words.

Obviously, my position as their young master probably influenced their decisions a little bit but overall, I didn't force them to satisfy my needs.

Now, most of them even offer themselves first before I even request their services.

I didn't remember the name of the maid in front of me but I remembered her blonde hair, mainly because I was pulling it while hitting her from the back.

I also remembered that her boyfriend called in the middle of our fucking and she had to lie to him, telling him that she had overtime. I continued stroking her insides during the phone call so she nearly got caught but the thrill she was feeling at the risk of being caught persuaded her from stopping me.

She had to suppress her moans which were hard for her to do because my penis was pushing against all the right places in her tight vaginal walls.

I still remember vividly when her boyfriend asked, "What's that sound?"

She responded, "Nothing babe. One of the maids just dropped a vase so I gasped."

It was a bold lie but when he didn't suspect her answer, I flipped her over and began fucking her in missionary. I pressed down on her womb using my stomach while continuously hitting her G-spot.

She resorted to muting herself as she let out loud moans until she eventually climaxed and sprayed her juices all over my bedsheet.

Once the call was over, I spent another hour going through packs of condoms. Befitting a villain, he had endless stamina in bed and I only stopped because the maid couldn't go anymore.

It was exhilarating to watch the blonde maid as she had to clean up the bedsheet and wipe the floor of the juices that she herself made.

Now enough of that flashback. Let's return to where we presently are in the novel.

She just asked me how she could assist me while staring at my hardened penis rather than my eyes

I grabbed her hand and placed it on the shaft. As if it was natural, her fingers wrapped around it.

"How should I deal with this, young master?" she asked, as she gulped, her eyes turning into hearts as she stared at the penis that ravaged her insides, spreading her vagina to fit the shape of it perfectly.

I didn't really feel like having sex at the moment so I answered, "Use your mouth."

She gulped again and slowly got down on her knees. She looked up at me, my penis laying in the middle of her face, my precum dribbling on her forehead.

"Yes, young master," she replied as her tongue escaped her mouth and licked the bottom of my shaft.