I'm a Villainess, But So What? Fuck Off.

The Awkwardness that is My Life

I sighed. In my study, I was trying to catch up to my prodigy sister. Currently, I am learning about Mana Cascade. It was my umpteenth time attempting the Mana Cascade theory. I knew that it took mid-ranked mages one year to master Mana Cascade, but I was almost done learning it after two months. I was practicing the third step of the cascade when my door suddenly cracked open. Sister is here. I immediately thought.

"Aldennn... Brother... I'm so booored...! What are you doiiing..." She said while slumping on my lap. S-sister... I was inwardly panicking. Even though her unrestrained acts were common, and I should have gotten used to them by now, I still have not.

Whether she was hugging me, kissing me, or snuggling in my bed late at night, I could never get used to them. Honestly, I don't know why. While I was able to (sometimes) feign calmness when she did such embarrassing acts, coping and accepting the acts was an entirely different situation. "Practicing Laplace's Mana Cascade technique, Sister." I replied readily. Sister! Sister, are you impressed? Are you? Are you?

"Hey... isn't that the thing I read when I was one month old?" Sister mumbled. But I could hear her, and my vain expectations instantly shattered into fine dust. I'll never catch up to Sister, after all.

"One month, huh... how do you even remember anything when you're one month old... okay, you know what, it doesn't matter... I'm learning things that you learnt when you were a baby... Sister, don't you know that it takes senior, mid-ranked mages one year to learn this technique... how can you just... haaaa, forget it." I was in the midst of mulling over my incompetence when I suddenly got a brillaint idea. It would be nice to see Sister fail sometimes... and see her suffer... hahahaha... I know what I should do.

"Sister, do you want to play a game?" Sister loves games. Although her definition of 'game' is a bit... baffling.

"Oh, hell yeah! So, what're we going to play! Tag? Hide and Seek?" I winced at her words. Tag. Hide and Seek. The two words that struck fear in anyone who has 'played' before. Torture methods hidden under childish wonder. The bane of my childhood, Tag and Hide and Seek. Just thinking about those 'games' made me shiver.

"Kekeke... instead, Sister, we should play a new game that I call dress up..." I wanted to be the predator for once. Sister, I will make this YOUR 'Tag'. I will make it the bane of YOUR life. Kekekeke...

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"M-master... d-do you want a m-m-massage...?" Alice said begrudgingly. I chuckled. How fun it is to be the predator for once. I thought giddily. Now I get to tease her.

I tried to sound calm, like usual, but what came out was completely contrary to my expectations. "Y-yes, now, Sis- I mean, A-Alice." I blushed. I was getting... dirty thoughts, to say the least. Sh-she's my s-sister! G-get a hold of yourself! I reminded myself, trying to get the fantasies to fade away. It didn't work.

Sister moved towards me and started rubbing my leg. It was clear that she didn't really know how to massage, and was just moving her hand up and down my thigh. I shivered, but not because of fright this time. S-S-Sister... stop... But my voice didn't come out. Instead, something else came up. Something near Sister.

I couldn't conceal my panic this time. And I couldn't get my voice out. All I could do was freeze in shock as I watched Sister slowly process the situation while staring at my thing. And finally, after a long period of silence, I heard an unusually small voice come from Sister.

"A-Al... is that what I think it is...?" All I could do was nod.

"W-why is it up like that...?" I couldn't make eye contact with her anymore.

I just looked away before whispering, "S-Sister... this isn't what you think-"

But Alice didn't hear my feeble attempt at an explanation and got up, still staring at my thing. "I'm... gonna go."

I was inside my study when Alice walked out. It felt uncomfortable to move. All I could do was say the weird sounding phrase Sister had said when she was in trouble. Or when she was angry. Or when she was bored. "Fuck."

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What... was going on. It felt... weird. I wanted to consult Father, as I've always done, but I somehow thought that it might be a bad idea to do that this time. So all I did was continue to sit. And wait. And wait. The room was silent. But my mind was buzzing. Wh-what is going on... wh-why is it reacting like that...? Why do I feel weird...

Why am I always stiff when I'm with Sister now... why can't I think normally when I'm with her... and why does my body act so strange? I... want to understand what she's thinking... and catch up with her... I don't understand my own thoughts...

My thoughts were frenzied, dazed, and frantic. I was confused, and eventually decided to go to Father with my... problem.

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I knocked on his study door hesitantly.

A steady, cold voice came through the door. "Who is it." Father asked, though it sounded more like a command.

"Father, it's Alden."

The voice changed into a kind and caring one after those words. "Come in."

I stepped in. "Father... we need to talk."

He ushered me to sit down on one of the sofas in the room and sat down next to me.

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"What's going on with me?" After explaining my problem with my lower body, my father's eyes instantly darkened and his tone grew quite awkward.

"Son... d-do you know how... babies are born...?" Before the start of a very awkward conversation for both parties involved, the door leading into Father's office crashed open. Sister is here? My little brother started feeling worse.

But before I - or Father - got the chance to shoo her out, Alice declared, "Father, we need to talk."

Father sighs. "Alice, I told you-"

Sister completely ignored Father's protest, and continued. "Al needs to get sex ed."

Huh? That was my thought when she said that.

"Huh?" Father said.