#Male expendability

[haggishlyhagging]

Irrespective of cultural configuration, of the ascribed or achieved bases for female power, women rarely hold the focal leadership roles. Women either delegate leadership positions to the men they select or such positions are assigned by men alone. In those cases where women delegate such authority, they retain the power to veto the actions of those they have selected. A question frequently asked of anthropologists is why women would choose to delegate leadership rather than seize such authority for themselves.

The answer lies in the proposition, presented in Chapter 4, that it is more efficient for women to delegate than to monopolize power. Since women are the potential bearers of new additions to the population, it would scarcely be expedient to place them on the front line at the hunt and in warfare. In addition, there are such questions as: What would there be for men to do if women hunted, warred, or ruled? How would men acquire the "reason for being" that comes to women automatically? In certain sectors of our own society and others, these questions are easily answered: Men gamble. Because men must sometimes gamble with their lives, power and prestige are the incentive that motivates them to hunt and defend territory and are the reward for being very nearly expendable in terms of the group's ultimate survival.

-Peggy Reeves Sanday, Female Power and Male Dominance: On the Origins of Sexual Inequality

[lesser-mook]

Stop Emasculating Men, Then Wondering Where All The Good Men Went

BY: GREG ELLIS

Women Are Human Too — With Human Flaws

As Macrocreeps will tell you, women are goddesses apparently.

Can do no wrong, above us greasy mere mortals known as men that are here to serve. According to society, women's shit don't stink.

As a society, we buy into an unspoken and pervasive bias in favor of women: as the fairer sex, they must be inherently more righteous and loving than men. Yet we are all human, and capable of being slaves to base passions. Just as men’s, women’s passions can manifest in destructive and ugly ways.

Well this isn't a modern phenomena, bias toward women is in our DNA, they bear the babies. So we associate women with children and babies, it's why we treat women with the same tolerance & lack of accountability we spare for children who don't know how to make sound rational decisions.

The problem is society has progressed but it hasn't "advanced", progression just means you moved in a direction, it doesn't mean it's the right direction.

Advancement is to go in a better vector than previously, to advance is to evolve.

Civilization hasn't evolved, we infantilize women then wonder why some women act weird, we wonder where Karens come from, why young Women are so entitled yet so useless in a utility sense of a relationship.

We're raising them to be passive bystanders in their own lives and encourage them to be bosses and produce absolutely nothing.

That's not our bias toward women being a construct of modern society, it's natural, but the same energy we exert to keep men in check we need to exercise it to keep women in check as well.

Because infantilizing women ,giving them trophies for being "the first women to-" [insert thing a man has already done[ is just treating women like actual children.

They're winners for playing, not actually doing anything worthy of praise.

The bias isn't the entire issue. It's the hypocrisy.

Recognizing this doesn’t negate the plight women have endured in a historically male-dominated world. It simply suggests women hold no monopoly on virtue. Women’s ascendance past centuries-old barriers is remarkable and praiseworthy. Almost all the men I know look with pride and amazement at the mothers and daughters in their lives, and understand the “Me Too” movement is a long-overdue reckoning for bad men. But why must success for one sex automatically include derision for the other? The laudable, original objective of the feminist movement urging us to better our traditional manhood has warped into an assault on everything masculine. It strips away empathy for boys, who must navigate a world that assumes the worst of them.

Apparently women aren't flawed. Criticizing them is misogyny and could result in you losing your job.

Their word alone can send you to jail and if she lied well oh well, you lost years of your life and her identity will be protected.

Oops? Welcome to honorary Second class citizenship, dear males. Acknowledge your privilege to go die in any situation that threatens women to preserve the lives of women and if you don't you'll be canceled and lose everything:

Remember, women are oppressed in first world countries.

And don't you dare tell a woman she looks nice today that's considered violence.

See we drive men and women apart, we don't challenge articles that are doing nothing but inflating the problem, then wonder why society is going down the crapper.

It's a real mystery.

Ostracizing Masculinity

Men kill themselves at a rate almost 400 percent higher than women. They also make up the vast majority of combat deaths; more than 97 percent of American military fatalities in Operations Iraqi Freedom and Enduring Freedom were men.

And nobody cares because men suffering is beneath our notice, it's normalized into the culture. So normalized there's a fetish that specializes in emasculating men to the furthest extent possible as an inferior derivative of the human species and painting women as omnipotent & superior, even actual goddesses.

(overcompensating much?)

Male suffering is all part of the plan baby, it's how you bring a country down to it's knees. Better believe it.

The quick ascendence of this concept to cultural gospel is reflected by how common the phrase has become. Although The New York Times has since removed its calculator for word frequency in its coverage, screenshots posted to Twitter suggest the term “toxic masculinity” was basically nonexistent in the media until recently. After that, its prevalence appears on the graph as a slope verging on vertical. The same is true for related terms like “patriarchy” and “male privilege.” A Google search for the term “toxic masculinity” yields more than 7.5 million results. Start scrolling, and you’ll see articles like The New York Times’ “The Boys Are Not All Right,” Scientific American’s “How to Fight Toxic Masculinity,” and The Atlantic’s “Toxic Masculinity and the Brokenness of Boyhood” — which appears to have been stealth-edited with the new title, “The Miseducation of the American Boy.”

“Toxic Masculinity and the Brokenness of Boyhood”

Brokenness of Boyhood, listen to that language, the insinuation of inherit defection. I can just taste the venom through my screen. Holy shit.

Imagine it: "The Brokeness of Girlhood"

Now mind you, the inherent toxicity of women manipulating people, their propensity to be passive aggressive, jealous, vindictive, & turn people against each other, plot murders, warp a situation by feigning weakness or using tears to turn a situation- Things girls learn subliminally as children to influence the behavior of their parents and then authorities to the best of one's ability.

It even happens in classrooms or parties. Women are not stupid and it's a natural instinct of women , but it's actually very dangerous.

The entire point of GONE GIRL is to show how effective a woman can be if she really wanted to mess someone up without putting her hands on anyone.

See the problem is we've made it so "toxicity" is only defined by what men normally do wrong, not by women's standards too.

So that way when it's time for women to take accountability, it's never time, because there's always an excuse or a phantom patriarchy to blame.

The “toxic masculinity” narrative deepened further in 2019, when the American Psychological Association, for the first time in its history, developed official guidelines for working with men and boys. The document is discouraging, calling for recognition of “the impact of power, privilege, and sexism on the development of boys and men” and casting what it considers “traditional” male behavior as inherently problematic.

That's the point. That's how you destroy what makes a Country a threat. Masculinity.

North Korea is not shaking in their boots because we have Sensitivity Classes or because THE VIEW has an opinion, hell this is only an argument if pretend women never start fights or cause trouble.

When people say if women ruled the world-

Harnessing electricity would've been postponed, don't kid yourselves. We might be a more cultured world for sure with women on top, but our advancement ?Technology? Say bye bye to your vibrators kiddos.

All in all, America is very effeminate, that's partly why it's failing.

Where Is the Empathy For Men?

Ignored, Americans have an inclusive, sensitive, tolerant society (Gemini A.I will tell you this bullshit)-- Unless Men or White people are involved in the conversation.

It’s debated whether certain masculine behaviors are born of dubious socialization or are the function of natural, hormone-driven biological traits. Meanwhile, many of the people shouting about toxic men also inexplicably claim there are no differences between the sexes. The idea that men can only redeem their fundamental brokenness by acting more like women is not limited to the gated community of elite academia. It permeates the nation’s mainstream reading lists. Just one example from late 2019 was the book “For the Love of Men” by Liz Plank. On the very first page, we are told toxic masculinity is more dangerous than nuclear war, followed by chapter after chapter of dodgy research in which toxic masculinity is essentially defined as any behavior Plank doesn’t like.

there's legitimate criticisms on women's part, men do commit majority of violent crimes but they also build the cities in full, bridges, die doing it too- are men going to get articles on mass presting that fact ? No.

#MenAreTrash looks better on a T-Shirt, meanwhile they're out right now building your goddam malls

First world societies need masculinity when matriarchy fails civilization and then in peacetime men need to closely emulate or turn into women or else they're problematic.

That's exactly how it works.

Where is the empathy for men? The question doesn’t require us to disregard women’s historical suffering. Rather, it simply acknowledges most men are neither predators nor abusers, and asks the same empathy and sympathy for men that our feminist society demands for women.

"-and asks the same empathy and sympathy for men that our feminist society demands for women."

So we're asking people to exercise equality between men and women......

- which is what our foremother's wanted in the first place but their daughters inherited a hybrid of privilege and Platinum First Class Protected Status, damn near ranking above the elders and children.

We're asking Feminist society to do it's fucking job, lmfao.

[gisidaronta]

The majority of those dying in Gaza are men and boys, enough with the “women and children” narrative.

[vanilla-voyeur]

Kinda a tell that folks who believe in "toxic masculinity" don't consider male expendability one form of it. It is still widely unquestioned, even in feminist circles, that a "good" man is one who is willing to lay down his life to protect the women around him.

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[gingermintpepper]

I spent something like six and a half hours in the hospital today so day 6 of my challenge is being further postponed but, in the lieu of not doing any drawing, I did end up rereading Ovid's Metamorphoses in between waiting and I just wanted to offer some of my favourite underrated bits.

Cadmus and Harmonia's twin transformations into snakes is so gentle? Cadmus goes first, transformed mid plea for his wife to caress him one last time before his face is completely covered in scales, then he rests gently between her boobs and wraps around her neck and shoulders like a big snake gorget. Harmonia follows him shortly and the two snakes intertwine with each other before gently slithering off into the bushes and I love that actually mwah mwah mwah (I also appreciate the sweet irony of Cadmus who slew a snake for his glory becoming a snake, toothless and gentle in the last of his days)

Everything about Perseus was hilarious. Like, I'm sorry - I've never done a lot of reading into Perseus but I did always remember the banquet massacre and the Andromeda rescuing and like, bro I know it's not meant to be funny but Perseus is funny. I think it's his politeness honestly? He goes up to Atlas and is like "hello kind sir, may I please stay a night in your lands? I've travelled an awful long way and I am weary and hungry. If you only accept noble guests, rest assured, I am of noblest birth and have completed the noblest of deeds. 🥺" and Atlas takes one look at him, has a That's So Raven vision about the one time Themis gave him a prophecy about a son of Jove stealing his apples and then told Perseus to kick rocks. So Perseus, like the well adjusted and noble individual that he is, turns Atlas into a mountain with Medusa's head. This is how a great many of Perseus' stories unfold. It is actually hysterical.

I am going to give a special shoutout to Athis and Lycabas who were two young lovers in attendance at Perseus and Andromeda's blood wedding. Athis died first - a skilled archer who never got to shoot and was burnt and bludgeoned across the face with a wedding brazier. When Lycabas saw that his dear friend's beauty was ruined, he picked up the fight against Perseus himself in Athis' name and was slashed to strips by Perseus' sword. Lycabas managed to drag himself over to Athis in his last moments and died beside him, so I thought that was a particularly touching bit of beauty in the otherwise extremely tragic blood wedding.

No one can ever make me feel bad for Niobe. In a lot of the Greek accounts I've read and heard, because they tend to be much shorter or references in a wider narrative, it's hard to really grasp how insanely disrespectful she was to Leto (not that her boasting she should be the goddess of motherhood to the actual goddess of motherhood isn't worthy of death and destruction enough) but Ovid really did go the extra mile to dig it home how far down her throat this lady put her foot because even at her sons' seven way funeral she did not stop boasting about how she was still glorious. I did find it interesting that the seemingly innocuous detail of Apollo killing off the boys first and then Artemis killing the girls was kept cross-culturally, I assume it's because boys were more auspicious than girls in both cultures.

The detail of Athena bonking Arachne constantly with a wooden box and her being transformed into a spider because she begged to not be bonked to death. Also very interestingly, in Ovid's account, it's not a clear victory for Athena against Arachne - she gets flustered at the depictions of her relatives' affairs and rips the tapestry up - the judges didn't actually get a chance to opine. This is in contrast to the contest the Muses sang about where their representative Calliope unilaterally won against the daughters of Pierus.

The account of Apollo and Marsyas was much shorter than I remember it being. I recall it being touted as one of the more vicious and visceral tales in Metamorphoses' collection but it included neither the details of Marsyas' contest against Apollo, nor Apollo's feelings (or even any dialogue from him!) throughout his peeling of Marsyas' skin. Instead it is wholly focused on Marsyas - on describing the physical gore of his exposed veins and contracting muscles and the grief of the rustic crowd as they mourned his loss - which is curious indeed since the entire theme of the poems of Book 6 is divine punishment and it is otherwise filled with rather full accounts of these contests and insults.

Byblis and Caunus made me want to reread Euripedes' Hippolytus for the twelve thousandth time. Caunus made the right call of course but I also very much hoped he would have a huge big speech about incest being bad instead of just smacking the messenger.

And lastly, for now, Jove's speech as Hercules lay burning atop his death pyre where he addresses the host of his gods and goes "Man, wasn't Hercules a great guy? Look, there goes all his mortal attributes burning away in the fire, now he is all my son and surely we are all in agreement that any divine son of mine deserves a place on Olympus :)" was very endearing. I always feel quite bad for Deianira because she truly didn't mean any harm by her gift and I've always wished for an account of Heracles/Hercules' death from her perspective. There could scarcely be a thing more awful, especially given how long and drawn out and incredibly painful Hercules' death was.

Lowkey, I want to take a day and compare Ovid and Euripedes' Medeas. They're both very different women and they both handle their situations very differently. Partially for my own vindication - I adore Medea and Jason equally and since popular fiction cannot speak about Medea without flattening her or making Jason completely monstrous, this is just one of those things I'll have to do myself sometime.

[rdlain]

I don't get how killing CEOs for their own personal and financial reasons makes men heroes. How are they "male allies" if they're allies to nobody but themselves? There's millions of rapists and pedophiles who don't even try to hide it who male allies could easily kill, but they don't because they'd never do that to one of their own. Men respect their fellow rapists and pedos, they just hate being billed by their insurance. I hardly think that makes any of them vigilante heroes.

I also hate being billed by my piece of shit insurance, more males should follow his lead #classallyuwu

[borahaerith]

Whenever people claim that female characters aren't as well written or interesting because of misogyny I always think of how Metal Gear Solid has some of the most bizarre and misogynistic writing and character design at times but ALSO has some of the most compelling female characters in gaming. The two are not actually mutually exclusive at all.

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(sebastian x m!reader)

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[davinawritings]

Yandere single dad monster that sees you help one of his children once and decides you will be their new mother.

Warnings: Yandere thought/behavior

Yandere monster takes his twin children to the park so they can run around, expend some of their extra energy, and enjoy the nice weather.

He had been raising his daughter and son on his own since their mother walked out when they were still babies. Having two twin monster toddlers running around was a lot of work, but he loved his children endlessly. He would give them anything in the world and do anything to protect them, even going as far as having tiny tracking devices clipped on to them whenever they leave the house.

He had just been kneeling in front of his son to tie his shoelaces after a long afternoon of playing when he heard his daughter cry out for him. He immediately looks around, frantic, before he finally spots her sitting on the stone pathway and holding her knee.

As he stands and grabs his son in his arms, set to make his way over to his little girl, he watches as a human woman stops and kneels in front of his daughter. 

He can’t hear the words you are saying to her, but he relaxes slightly as his daughter's cries quiet down, and she smiles at you. He begins the walk over, keeping his eyes trained on the two of you, his thoughts running wild as his toddler makes her way into your arms. 

It’s almost comical watching the human woman struggle slightly to lift a toddler that must be half her size at least, but he can’t help the feeling pooling in his chest as he watches you calm and soothe her. 

He can tell you startle slightly as he appears behind you, casting a large shadow over your body. You seem to relax somewhat as you see his son in his arms, seemingly putting together the fact that the little girl you hold must be his.

“I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. I saw her trip, and I just wanted to make sure she was okay,” you say, still slightly nervous about the male, who must be at least three feet taller than you. 

He gives you what he hopes is a reassuring and friendly smile as he says, “No need to apologize. I am thankful that you were kind enough to help my daughter. She seems to like you”. 

He watches you smile shyly as his daughter hugs you tighter. You rub the girls back affectionately as you say, “Well, I am just glad she is okay and happy I could help. I’ll pass her back over to you. I was actually on my way to meet my boyfriend for dinner.”  

He makes sure to mask his disapproval of you having a boyfriend with a smile, gently taking his daughter back from your arms. He reaches out one of his large hands and gently squeezes your arm as he thanks you again. You give his daughter and son a small wave before continuing your walk through the park. 

 Pulling out his phone, he checks to ensure the tiny tracking device he slipped onto your coat is working, relaxing when he sees the little mark moving through the park. He looks at his two kids, happy he finally found the perfect mother for them. 

“Alright, little ones, it’s time to go home. We have a lot of work to do to get the house ready for Mommy to move in.” As he checks your location again, he grins, knowing that you will be his.

His human, his wife, and the mother of his children.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

Let me know if you guys would like to read more on this! Also if so, do you like me keeping it as a general monster or do you want it to be a specific monster?

[b1asho]

While it's on the mind, here's my wings of fire designs too. Not as much of a brainrot but still fun. Bad take or am I cooking with some of them? Let me know in the comments. Here's some (too many) notes:

I really liked the original designs when I first read these books, but I wanted to try my hand at uhh changing them a little. Mainly making them more distinct from each other (even if this irreversibly breaks canon XD)

-Sandwings live in a mixed savannah and desert habitat and have bodies adapted for resource scarcity, effective hunting, and heat dispersion. They have large ears to help cool off and listen for stuff. They can fly, but pretty weakly in comparison to some others, mainly using flight to navigate their large territories , get onto cliffs, and scan for prey. They typically climb up somewhere and then jump off. They are built like felines, and use a solo stalk and rushdown hunting approach coupled with a sting instakill. They live in family groups, with a ‘queen’ title going to the alpha female 💪 and everyone else hunting and living together. They are immune to their own venom, which acts very similarly to a scorpion’s but in a massive dose, causing numbness, breathing difficulties seizures, and eventually death. It takes time for them to make more once they’ve expended the dose, so they rarely use it outside of hunting or life/death situations (though the prospect of being stung is very scary to everyone else, and they will instinctively raise their tail when startled or threatened)

-Skywings live in high mountainous and forested areas, with some living in the lowlands. They are powerful flyers and very acrobatic due to their tail, though this comes at the expense of their agility on land and the strength of their non wing arms. They have long legs with powerful talons for grasping prey midair or snatching them from off the ground. They hunt and live alone unless they have a partner. Communities are made up of a loose group of related individuals who rarely collect in one place at once(queendom structure are a more recent and ‘unnatural’ thing for them, but very useful for organizing military efforts and empire building). They stay aloft for long periods of time and usually only land on their cliff homes. They need a sprint or a takeoff point to get flying, though. Unlike every other tribe, they have a noticeable difference between male and female (being a nose horn and red face for males.) males are prized for these features, and having a pretty husband is seen as an attractive trait for a queen.

-Seawings live along the coast. They normally only venture out of the water for trade and other resources, since they can get everything else they need underwater. Their large neck houses gills protected by thick pads that will close when on land, while their lungs are in their mid chest. Primarily adapted to swimming, they have very strong tails and webbed fingers and toes. They will also use their wings to steer and paddle, as well as manipulate things their other arms can’t reach. They will hunt in packs, corralling fish and other animals into a kill zone. They are very clumsy on land and in the air with their short limbs and weak wings. Their bioluminescent spots can be flashed for communication, and compared to the other tribes they have pretty poor vocal ability (due to the gills in their neck getting in the way) and will supplement with other spot/sign signals. Every individual has unique spots, though their glowing ones come in consistent numbers, sizes, patterns, and places on their body so they can use them for common language across their group. However, Different groups from different parts of the ocean have different numbers of spots in different areas, making cross communication via only spots difficult. Their whiskers help navigate in close or dark areas, and are seen as a status symbol.

-Mudwings live in warmer areas, specifically marshes and other wetlands (though sometimes in some forested areas too). Their thick armor helps protect them from other mudwings/competition, while also acting as an insulator that allows them to easily venture a wider range than other tribes from warm climates. Physically, they are the strongest and bulkiest. They typically use the element of surprise and their overwhelming size and strength to take down large prey. However, unlike other tribes they tend to eat more plants too due to their large size (all of them are technically omnivores, but meat makes up the dominant part of their diet because of their energy needs and their ancestors). They are also the poorest flyers out of the bunch, having sacrificed that for size and strength, though they can do short bursts similar to a chicken to get to hard to reach areas or to surprise attack prey faster than them, they’re similar to hippos and are adapted to living in the water too, using powerful webbed arms to propel themselves and dig through the mud, and their large lung capacity to stay submerged and hidden for long periods. Their nostrils, ears, and eyes are located near the top of their head, which also gives more room for Tusks. They use these to root around occasionally defend themselves. Tusk maintenance and appearance is very important to them. They live in large groups of families in the same area and have more communal social standards than other tribes.

-Rainwings live in tropical areas and have a very small habitat range. This has caused them to look and act very different than most tribes, leading to poor perception of them. They use their long claws, strong grasping fingers, and prehensile tail to climb around, and are pretty much arboreal. They have wings meant for quick takeoffs and flight in dense areas, and are pretty agile and swift. They and aren’t that great at sustained flight or dealing with high altitudes and winds though . Their frill is delicate and used for emoting (probably originally for mating purposes) Their skin is packed with chromatophores that they can use to match their surroundings, and they have loose ridges in their skin that they can raise to enhance the effect. Their skin is constantly changing color due to their brain activity, though they have set patterns/colors for emotions and communication. They can also choose to focus on organizing their skin patterns to get coordinated colors and patterns, since normally it’s pretty disorganized. They eat a lot more plants due to their environment and due to social standards, but arent herbivores. They have the ability to spit acid out of hollow retractable fangs, and use precise shots of this coupled with their camouflage ability to get prey. They can also spray it at higher velocities for defense and offense, though this expends their supply much quicker. They don’t recognize a queen in their communities and are fairly disorganized into different cooperative groups.

-Nightwings are the result of a group that split off onto an island, though the volcanic activity on their original island escalated to the point where they had to emigrate. They are great fliers, using their wings and tail extensions to travel great distances to track prey and ambush from above. When on land, they aren’t particularly fast or strong, and instead are built for persistence. Their hunting tactic involves getting an initial bite onto prey, then waiting for it to succumb to infection. Their spines, horns, muscles, and talons are mainly for defending their kill from other Nightwings rather than hunting it in the first place. As a result of this competition, they aren’t naturally very social like other tribes, They are mainly nocturnal.

-Icewings live in the colder tundras and snowy forest environments. They are pack hunters, using their speed and persistence to take down prey, similar to wolves. Their long overlapping scales help them trap heat and survive in the cold, and while the guy i drew here is pretty skinny they also store fat much more readily than other tribes. Their bowed wings are mainly used to swoop in in prey, and like falcons they often take steep dives to grapple it. Their antlers only grow in at a certain time in the year, but royalty will wear embellished artificial ones in the meantime.

[chondrichthyes-x-mantodea]

Sooooo as someone going into fields that contain biology I think it's time we talk about how we see it from a fully male perspective. It's gotten to the point for me that I cannot listen to men talk biology, specifically reproduction. When we talk about male competition, we talk about it as "the right to mate". However this sees reproduction as a sentient, default specimen (male) doing to the secondary, inanimate vessel (female). In reality males fight for the CHANCE to win female attention. Females will forever be more selective sexually in the majority of animals. This is because females expend more energy in reproduction (the simple fact eggs are the larger gamete). Even in most fish, where care is commonly paternal, you will find heavy selection on the female side. Females are not fought over like an object to earn or "inseminate" the pure attention we give is what's fought over. Females almost always control their species. Look at tiger endlers. It may seem like the males harass females, but females actually CHOOSE exactly which sperm they concieve with and retain sperm for up to a year (trust me I have SEEN it myself). There's also this notion that males are all about genetics while female is about love or is about being a vessel. That's laughable. Females want their genetics to succeed just as much as males. They just dont have to fight as much because they have the limited gamete, its not a competition to be chosen when the other sex is unlimited. And the way we talk about paternal vs maternal. Paternal animals are all about "self preservation" but maternal animals are robots to their love. Dont get me started on how people act when I tell them my betta males do the incubating. We like to see it as a male competing to spread his genes and not a female choosing to complete her genes with the perfect individual. Every time someone tries to symbolize sex this shit comes into play. Male is the default that uses female as his tool. Be it describing it as penetration, fertilization, and much more. On the topic of "fertilization" did you know that the egg chooses the sperm? Did you know eggs are more complex than sperm? Did you know that eggs are not infertile without a sperm they just arent a embryo? We see female as defined by male, made valueable by male. A vessel filled by male. I think it's time for females to realize that nature is actually quite female centered. Hopefully as we get more women in this field, that will change. Because right now I'm starting to learn that a lot of science is worded in a way so males can cope with actually being quite lesser than females and at our disposal.

Edit: thanks for all the attention everyone! I've always wanted a space I could talk about this sort of thing. Glad to know I'm not alone on this. Trying to be in this field as a feminist can be insufferable

[jjjjisun]

Magic Remote (Part 2)

Ningning x Male OC | 16243 words

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Jae had just returned home from a trip to the mall that had changed his life forever. He’d only had the ‘universal remote,’ as the old man at the strange gadget shop had called it, for a few hours now, but he knew that things would never be the same.

He had already seen it turn on any gadget, physically move matter, and the best yet, it seemed to be able to alter anyone’s mind that he chose. He had no idea exactly how it worked, and he suspected that its creator, the old man in the shop named Jim, might have left him a significant amount of catching up to do if he was ever to fully grasp its power. If he hadn’t accidentally screwed up meeting his friend at the mall, if he hadn’t happened upon that store… the more he thought about it the more the sheer luck of gaining possession of the remote astounded him. Jae always knew that his charisma and genuine interest in others would pay off, so he wasn’t surprised when he got on so well with the fellow computer buff in his shop. However, he didn’t expect Jim to give him something the likes of which the world had never seen.

And yet, here it was in front of him. The remote’s battery had entirely drained at the mall, just as Jim said it would if he asked too much of it. So when he used it to force a fitting room attendant to allow him to bring in and then fuck the brains out of the pretty girl Jim had used the remote to set him up with, it had taken quite a bit out of the remote. When he used it to remove all of Dahyun’s inhibitions, leading to a lustful and impromptu romp in the dressing stall, the remote promptly died. He’d have to be more clever about how he used it; he was beginning to understand the difference between nudging someone into a decision and forcing them. He had nearly been caught with the blonde beauty because of his impulsive use of the remote, and if he wasn’t careful, he could get into a lot of trouble.

He wondered what else he could do with the remote: control the weather, the stock market, an airplane, or a car? 'Holy shit,’ he thought, 'if it could spin a bunch of heavy displays around in circles as he’d seen Jim do at the store…what if he could fucking fly?’ His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. It was all too much; he wondered if this was what they didn’t tell you about superheroes in comics or the movies, and he suddenly knew up close why it could be so easy for all-powerful beings to be consumed with their abilities and turn evil in a hurry.

His fantastical dreams were beginning to spiral out of control as his feet brought him over two miles from the mall to his home without realizing it. He looked at the beautiful blue sky, and the sun smiled back; it was a lovely day. He began to rein himself in and started to reason again. So far, he knew he could use the remote for straightforward commands that forced his immediate will on others. Still, being the smart guy he was, Jae started to postulate methods to benefit significantly in the long term without expending too much of the remote’s charge. Hell, he didn’t even know how to charge it just yet! (He hoped the port that looked so familiar on its bottom edge was meant to receive a USB cord.)

With all the possibilities rambling around in his head, he refocused on the one that had sent him heading home in a hurry - his sister. She was an absolute fox; there was no doubt about it. And all of her teasing, all of the scantily clad prancing around, and more importantly, the mistreatment she dealt him daily, was about to come full circle. At least that was what one side of him had decided. Looking down at the drained remote as he approached his home, he wondered if he could actually go through with it. After all, she was his sister - his own flesh and blood…" Fuck,“ he swore out loud, "family or not she was one of the most arousing sights he’d ever seen!’ So could he do it, could he use the remote on the hot, sexy brunette? He couldn’t just use the remote to demand that she bend over and accept the pounding he’d love to give her; he doubted the remote’s charge could handle something like that. But maybe he could accomplish some of his goals undetected.

Again, a light bulb went off in his head: 'undetected…’ Jae thought of the possibilities of stopping time with his newfound toy. It seemed ridiculous, but if a television remote could do it, why not this insanely infinite 4x10-inch box of possibilities? That way, he’d be undetectable and nobody would know the difference! By now, he’d reached his room and plugged the remote into the cord he usually used to charge his phone. At first, nothing happened, and as he finally felt his dazzled brain slow to silence in anticipation, he felt a happy calm spread over him. Sure enough, the screen’s backlight lit up and a charging symbol appeared. "This could take a while, and charge COMPLETELY before disconnecting,” it read below the icon; he heard it in Jim’s voice in his head.

Jae headed toward his bed and plopped down on it, trying to organize his thoughts. Always one to make lists to keep himself organized, Jae grabbed a pad of paper and said aloud -

“What do I want most?”

It was a good question. The remote’s charge was limited, so to achieve anything, he’d need to allocate its available charge to what mattered most. He really didn’t know for certain how much one activity versus another discharged it, but he put that off for now.

1 - Ningning. More than anything, he wanted Ningning. He tried to touch her, and to stop all the fruitless hours of enduring her teasing, her berating, and his inability to enjoy, but with his eyes, the unbearably hot body dressed in near nothing every day. 'How?’ he thought, 'well, I’ll come back to that.’

2 - Money. He’d always had an appetite for the latest tech, the best clothing, and expensive hobbies. Despite years of hard work and side jobs, he could only marginally fulfill those desires. He’d like to get his place someday, but since he was still in school, it hadn’t even occurred to him to do so. But if he could do anything he wanted, as the old man had said, he’d like to get his hands on some green. How much, what exactly would he do with it, and how would it go with his friends and family? Like his plans for Ningning, he’d also come back to the money.

3 - Self-Improvement - Could he use the remote on himself? It sounded dangerous, but what if it was as easy as typing “Learn about rocket science,” and then he was on his way to the moon. Somehow it had to be more complicated than that, but he looked forward to trying. At the very least, he’d love to shed a few pounds and pack on more muscle.

4 - More Ningning. Well, to be fair, there were plenty of women Jae wanted to get his hands on, although Ningning was one that every man alive who’d seen her had dreamed of fucking at least once. There were girls and professors at school, neighbors, and friends of his mother he’d frequently wished he could have his way with, and now he just might. He hadn’t even considered his mother; she was a looker herself. Having had her children young, Jae’s mom still took care of herself and had a nice lean body; he was frequently surprised at how enticing she looked in a bikini, granted, of course, that Ningning wasn’t already in range of his prying eyes.

That sums it up for now; It was amazing how simple it was when he organized it this way. He returned to the first point, intending to start formulating commands on Ningning when the remote, sitting on a table next to his bed, rang out three pleasant tones and began to boot up fully. After a minute or so, it was on and ready to go as he began to feel his pulse quicken again. As he exited the simple text-entry screen he had become familiar with, other screens appeared in a smartphone-style menu. One icon had a money sign, which he figured he’d be trying very soon; another had a tree icon, and he was curious, but his eyes quickly found the icon in the shape of a clock. Sure enough, when he opened it he recognized the controls as a setup very similar to the remote that controlled the television in his room.

Wondering what it would do, he thought, 'Well, there’s only one way to find out.’ So as he looked out the window at his sister, in a stunning black bikini that barely managed to cover her wonderful orbs and left the rest of her body for optical consumption, Jae pressed the button. “Here goes nothing,” he said in a wavering voice.

[Pause]

At first, nothing. He couldn’t tell if it was working. Everything looked the same. Yet, what did he expect would happen? He quickly jumped up to look at the clock on his desk. The second hand was stopped, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him to prove to himself that the universe had frozen around him. So he left the remote plugged into the wall, figuring it could maintain its course until he came back. Bounding down the stairs, two at a time, Jae hit the first floor and looked around. Wow, how hard could it be to tell if time had stopped? The television was frozen on the news frame, but he needed more. He headed outside to the backyard, where Ningning was floating in the pool.

“Ningning,” he called out to her.

“Ningning……Ningning are you there?”

He realized that she had headphones in and that could be the cause, although the water was eerily still; he started believing now that the universal remote was just as powerful as he had been led to believe. Walking over to his sister’s raft, floating only a foot or two from the edge of the pool, he tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t react, and neither did the water beneath her. Time was stopped, and here was his unbelievably sexy sister in front of him. Should he do what he had always dreamed of?

It was almost comical how quickly he cast aside the morality of the issue and pulled Ningning’s raft toward him. The water beneath it moved but failed to ripple outward. ’ Strange,’ he thought. He’d have to do some experiments to see how this affected everything around him. But that thought quickly expired as he looked down at his 'paused’ sister. His fantasies were playing out before him, and he knew exactly what to do first.

He took both his palms and dropped them on top of her luscious breasts. His fingers gently depressed into them as he took in their size and suppleness. He could feel her nipples harden, and he nearly laughed out loud as they poked into his palms. His hardness pushed against his shorts fully now, and he kneaded his sister’s breasts, feeling the frustration seeping away at being deprived of this moment for years now. Time after time, he had seen them constrained behind tight shirts after tight shirts or bouncing in a bra as Ningning ambled down the stairs. That very morning, he had seen them restrained by a black lace number that couldn’t have extended past her nipples more than a millimeter as Ningning strolled around the second floor in that and her low-riding pajama pants, rolled twice at the hip.

He moved a hand to her abdomen, feeling that taut stomach that he had lusted after in her midriff-revealing shirts and low-riding jeans. The finger’s of his left hand were savoring the feel of her tit as his right played at her pierced belly button. A small jeweled clover hung from it; it was a detail he’d always loved about her amazing stomach: the way it gleamed at him when it caught just the right light. He didn’t miss a thing, feeling every square inch of skin he could touch. Stroking and massaging, he pawed at her and worked his way around her body, slipping a hand gently just beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

But he wanted more, so he did the next natural thing he could think of: he reached under the raft to untie that amazing little bikini that she had on so he could reveal what he had never had the fortune of seeing: her tantalizing rack. Nearly trembling in anticipation as his hand squeaked against the plastic of the inflatable raft, he found the string of her top and pulled his hand out from beneath her. Pulling the string, he encountered resistance as her weight crushed the knot against the raft. He kept pulling slowly to draw out this fateful event as long as possible. Would her areolas be large or small, light or dark pink? Would her nipples be like a pencil eraser as he hoped? Would her naked breasts be everything he dreamt they’d be?

But something was wrong. Before his questions could be answered with even a peek of her naked body, he began to hear the slow drone of the air-conditioner cooling the house behind him, and the jets were quietly starting to dump fresh water into the pool once again. Jae panicked. The remote must not have been able to run infinitely even while plugged into the wall! But he had already untied his sister’s bathing suit, and God, he was so close. He wanted just to grab the top and pull it up, revealing Ningning’s impressive mounds to him once and for all, but things were picking up faster now, and even his lust couldn’t overcome the urgency of the situation. 'Oh no,’ he frantically worried; this was precisely the trouble he’d set out to avoid. But then the water beneath Ningning’s raft began to ripple, and it was all Jae could do to stand up and back away before the world burst back to life around him.

'Oh no, what would Ningning think?’ Blood was pounding through him so hard he could hear it as he feared he would be caught feeling up his older sister. He started to head back to the house in long strides, hoping to reach it before Ningning could realize what had happened…

“Hey!” Ningning yelled, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jae looked back and saw her holding her sunglasses off her face, revealing her beautiful green eyes and staring him down with them, furious. Jae was sunk. She must have realized he’d had his hands all over her. How could he possibly correct this colossal mistake? He didn’t even have the remote with him. It seemed she saw right through him as he tried to approximate the backlash.

He looked back at her, stunned, as if to say, 'Who, me?’

“Yeah, you, dumbass, I’m looking at you. Did you untie my suit while I was asleep?”

He didn’t know how to respond. He was still speechless from the combination of having not only been feeling Ningning up seconds before, cupping her breasts firmly in his hands, but from the possibility of getting away with it as well. She seemed clueless to all but her unraveled suit, and he may have lucked out.

She didn’t take his pause well: “You are such a fucking pervert!” she shouted at him.

“Yeah, right,” he denied, regaining his composure. “As if I would want to see you like that; you’re probably all lopsided under there anyway.”

He had hurt her with that one. Ningning was a vain girl, to say the least, and she took a lot of pride in her appearance. Even though she knew he was just trying to distract her from the truth, she couldn’t help but glance at her chest to assure herself that he was wrong. Nope, her breasts were perfect - just as they both knew. Despite his efforts, Ningning was still convinced that her little brother had been trying to disrobe her.

“Oh yeah, okay, and so when you walked in on me in the shower today, you weren’t trying to catch me naked. It’s a good thing it was so steamy in there or you would have probably gone from six to midnight,” she said with a smug smile and a voice thick with superiority.

“YOU left the door open, and I had just woken up to go to the bathroom.” Jae retorted, “So fuck you!”

“You’d probably love to fuck me too wouldn’t you, Jae?”

Rather than respond, he just turned and trounced back toward the house; clearly, he would love that.

GOD, she was so frustrating; he found himself cursing the remote for not only depriving him of the chance to see his sister naked finally but for getting him into this debacle now, too. It was useless fighting with her; if he had still been at the mall, she’d probably blame him anyway, so he walked inside, shaking his head. Yet the feeling of her soft breasts and her solid abdomen was still fresh on his palms; he’d been with his fair share of girls, but he couldn’t remember a single one getting him quite so fired up. Everything was so flawless and soft in his hands, and he decided then and there that he would have to get his hands on more of her, even if he now had this new obstacle of Ningning suspecting him of foul play. And how quick she was to jump to the comment about the two of them fucking… the more he thought about it the more it confused him, she was probably just so pissed.

And despite his failure to do more than cup his sister’s mouth-watering tit, he realized the fact that the remote had at least partially worked. It couldn’t have carried more than 8 or 9 percent charge when he’d hit pause. And if that allowed him to touch his sister in a way he’d only dreamed of, in addition to forcing an erection upon him that now begged to be let free… There was so…so much left in store for him. What would he do with the remote now?

Of course, he considered rewinding time to stop Ningning detecting, or at least suspecting him of what was intended to be an undetectable event. But as he weighed the option, he decided that he’d likely be unable to rewind time far enough, especially with the remote in its once again discharged state. So, ascending the stairs to his room and heading back toward the window beneath his remote, Jae gazed out upon the bikini-clad beauty as she wiggled around trying to retie her top without falling into the pool. Her tits swayed gently from side to side beneath the triangles of cloth and he once again recalled the sweet softness of her breast in his hand.

He decided that would be the last time he acted out his desires with so little knowledge of the remote and even less thought about the results and consequences of his actions. Chances were, he wouldn’t be so lucky next time. He grabbed the small notepad with his list of priorities (he’d need to remember to hide it or take it everywhere) and opened it to a fresh page. How would he go about working the remote on his sister? She was always resistant to any displays of his affection toward her, yet willing to elicit them with her teasing and banter. She must have had feelings for him that extended beyond a simple sibling setting. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have put herself on display day in and day out; he’d even caught the naughty smile she carefully hid but occasionally revealed when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He began writing the first command.

[You will not think of Jae as your brother]

Too crude, he thought, that could have more effect on her than he intended. He crossed it out.

[The more you tease Jae, the less resistant you will find yourself to his reactions] [You will find yourself more willing to acknowledge any pleasure that teasing your brother brings] [You will practice less restraint in your seduction of Jae]

It seemed a bit scientific, but maybe that was how this thing worked. He might need to be much more specific with his commands. He noticed in writing what he already knew in his heart: He absolutely loved the way she teased him, even if he hated it at the same time.

[Jae will begin to seem like a viable partner] [As you consider Jae for mating, your concerns about being related to him will abate and then vanish]

He had to laugh at what he was writing now: viable partner, mating? He didn’t want to execute the scientific method with Ningning, he tried to bend her over and fuck her for all she was worth. Yes, he could admit that to himself now, after all the excitement that touching her had brought him and the instantaneousness of his decision to do it, there was no point in denying what he wanted. And he realized that these commands might be helpful to someone whom he didn’t have the additional bonus of years of pent-up sexual frustration toward. He couldn’t imagine prolonging this situation much longer; he wanted to take Ningning for himself as soon as possible, if not that very night. If the two of them had been sweet, innocent, loving siblings, it would be different, but Jae knew how he felt about Ningning, and he suspected that she was of a similar condition, whether she’d admit it freely or not.

He crossed out the two suggestions about mating out, but kept the first three about teasing. He liked what they promised later on. Now for the issue of sex…

[When you see Jae, you will feel the irresistible urge to…]

He laughed out loud, that was his penis talking and he knew it. He crossed it out immediately and continued to the next page.

[You believe that having sex with your brother is acceptable.]

Simple, but he liked it. This way, he wasn’t forcing her into anything, and he’d still have to do his share of work to make her want to have sex with him, just like any other girl. He thought Jim would be proud of him, curtailing the temptation to type something like [You will fuck your brother now and like it], that was of course, if he didn’t tell Jim that Ningning was his sister…

Looking down at the page, he read the commands he’d need to type into the remote back to himself. Satisfied with what he’d come up with, he looked to the remote again. One of the tabs had a small silhouette of a person atop it. He clicked i,t and it immediately revealed dozens of named thumbnails of women in what appeared to be chronological order. He recognized the picture of Dahyun at the top of the list and thought of how streamlined the device was in storing information this way. He scrolled down where there were dozens of thumbnails, maybe hundreds. Jim had been very busy indeed. He would have to check them out later. For now, he wanted to get these commands to Ningning and start collecting the fruits he expected them to bear. After typing them into the device and storing them under a new profile, he tried something on a whim.

[Go to Jae’s room now.]

It took him getting off the bed and pointing the remote at her out the window (the remote seemed to have a range), but the intensity bar he was now accustomed to seeing came into view on the screen. Jae determined that it would take too much charge at over 50% intensity until the button turned green. He considered going back out to her, and then:

[You believe Jae has your phone and is reading your messages in his room]

A victorious smile came upon him as he saw it took very little to get the “Enter” button to turn gray to green. He couldn’t stop laughing as she scrambled from the raft and angrily headed for the house, clearly out for blood. She didn’t even notice that she set her MP3 player on the table next to the phone she was after.

“Jae,” she yelled from downstairs. You better not be…" She mumbled the rest, and he could hear her taking steps two at a time.

Seconds later, there she was standing in his doorway, breasts heaving as she huffed and puffed her way into his room. He may have just held her breasts in his greedy hands, but as always, he was stunned by her as she walked into the room, especially with the great tan she was getting and the slight sheen of sweat the hot sun had given her.

“WHERE IS IT?” She tossed his things around now, throwing clothes to the floor and creating a mess as she searched his room when she didn’t see her phone on his person.

“What the hell are you looking for? And stop messing up my room, Ningning!” The smirk on his face was utterly unconvincing; she thought he was hiding it under his face.

“My phone! Give it to me.” She walked toward him, lying on the bed, and shoved a hand under his back. He could smell her sweet perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo. Whatever it was, the scent was amazing, and it was just a bonus, the excellent view down the valley of her breasts as she bent over to search roughly beneath him.

“Ningning, I don’t have your phone. Jesus!” she pinched him. “Look! I’ll call it,” he said, waving his own ringing phone in the air at her.

Through his open window came the telltale ring of some recent popular song on her phone, and he looked at her with the most pleased smile he could muster. She walked toward the window to ensure she was hearing correctly, strutting her half-naked body across the room again - something he’d never tire of. She was fuming after she realized he was right and turned back from the window to the door as he pointed the remote.

[Pause]

He was still stunned that Jim had somehow programmed the remote to be undetectable; nobody ever seemed to see it or him using it. He wondered what would happen if it died and someone saw him attempting to use it; surely its cloaking abilities would vanish. Still deep in thought, he stood up and walked toward his beautiful sister, hands on her hips and a sexy little sneer on her face; she HATED being wrong. He did a loop around her and checked her out up close. Her incredible rack hung differently now that she was standing, and he was tempted to touch her again; she’d have no idea. But something about her being so…helpless didn’t appeal to him. He’d enjoyed his first discovery of pausing time and the great opportunity it had given him to get Ningning in his hands. Still, he preferred her fully animated, even if it meant he would have to endure today’s bad attitude.

That reminded him to get on with what he’d brought her up here to do. He opened her profile, and with her in the room, a tiny blinking dot indicated that she was in range. Her picture even appeared on the remote now, and Jae prepared to enter his preset commands. One after another, he selected them and entered each one. All four commands entered without taking more than 25% of the charge the remote had accrued. It wasn’t a stretch for her; Jae understood the remote’s actions more as suggestions. He was bringing to the front of the mind something the subject may have already believed, so long as he thought through them carefully. Pleased with the success, he returned to the 'time’ tab and, for the first time, pressed

[Play]

The effect was immediate, Ningning snapped back into life, but momentarily seemed to lose her train of thought. It didn’t surprise him that tinkering in her head like he had at least triggered some kind of reaction. It was only a second, though, after all, he hadn’t but made it a little easier for her to do what she would have anyway; or at least he felt better saying that to himself. She looked around, bewildered for a second, before remembering where she was headed and out the door.

“Thanks,” she said unenthusiastically in response to him finding the phone she’d never lost in the first place. Even the tiny display of gratitude was a bit out of character when she was pissed at him. He wondered if the remote had already started working. 'Maybe?’ he thought.

Shortly after, their parents returned home from work with Jae’s little brother in tow, announcing that they were going out to dinner to celebrate his dad’s promotion. Jae wished he could bring the remote with him, but heeding the warning to charge it fully, he was forced to leave it behind.

As he, his father, and his brother watched TV, waiting for the two women to be ready, he reviewed the events of the day. Having their parents around kind of put a damper on things, so he thought back to priority number two: money and, more importantly, getting his own place.

When Ningning finally emerged and called to the boys, “Ready to go?” They all turned to see the girls standing in the foyer. Tightly wrapped around her body was a simple, light gray dress, clinging to her figure so that his mind struggled even to coerce his legs to move as he attempted to describe it to himself. It was entirely cotton and utterly devoid of any folds or designs, save the elastic hem that clung to her gorgeous thighs. It was meant precisely for the use Ningning was now modeling: showing off her incredible body without distraction. It was cut short enough that he could see most of her long smooth legs running endlessly up to an ass that he wished was in his lap that very second. Her hips, the abdomen he had recently been caressing with soft touches (he could even make out her piercing poking gently through it) and of course his favorite feature just below the plunging neckline were all on display. Jae saw his father attempting not to look between short phrases about 'getting going,’ and 'we’re going to be late.’ He wasn’t doing a perfect job of looking away, and he didn’t blame his dad one bit - he cursed his luck for not having the rest of the night alone to explore what lay beneath that form-fitting wonder of a dress.

As she walked out the door, the dress hugged her hips, and he could see it twist slightly about them. It wasn’t so tight that it slutty, it was just so perfectly packaging her sweet little body that it made his imagination run rampant. He had seen her not an hour ago in a little black bikini that revealed as much of her skin as he’d ever seen, and yet with the dress on, it was like his mind shorted out and could manage nothing but to dream of what lay beneath the snug, soft cotton. He resigned to thinking that was just how it was with Ningning; no matter what she did or how she looked, she always left you wanting more.

He was wondering how people in her classes or workplace ever got anything done when a sudden pressure against his groin jarred him to reality. As she wiggled into the car’s back seat, Ningning slipped backward, and the wedge heels she was wearing caused her to lose her footing. Or so it had seemed as her cotton-swathed behind made contact with him. But as she slid her cheeks downward a few inches along the cock she must have felt (could he be blamed for his swollen shaft considering his most recent initiative concerning Ningning - and what she was wearing) he wasn’t so sure it was an accident.

“Watch it, dick!” Ningning directed at him, looking back as she finally relieved the pressure and sat down in the middle seat.

“But I didn't…” Jae started to defend himself, reeling from the most forward action by Ningning ever.

“Language, Ningning!” her mother scolded. Although they weren’t children anymore, their mother still endearingly treated them like children.

He sure felt like he was a child, though with him and his two siblings packed into the sedan’s back seat, he hoped the promotion meant his dad would get a bigger car. Jae looked at his eighteen-year-old brother on Ningning’s left side - he was too caught up in his own social life and the girls he texted twenty-four hours a day to be affected by Ningning, focusing instead on whichever of his dorky friends was sending funny pictures to his phone. He considered that a blessing, because at the moment, he was feeling his arousal acting in response to the warmth of Ningning nestled between the two of them and the subtle fragrance of her lotion and perfume.

“This is unbearable back here!” Ningning called out toward her parents, “the seatbelts are poking me in the ass and these two are too fat for me to fit back here.”

Typical of Ningning to be complaining at any given time, Jae thought. What was for Ningning to turn to him and say:

“I can’t sit here for the fifteen minutes till the restaurant, let me sit on your lap.”

“No way,” Jae impulsively objected, “Why would I let you do that?”

“Mooooommmmmm,” Ningning whined. 'For god’s sake,’ he thought, 'she is almost in college, and she still cries to Mom when she wants something.’

“Just let her sit on your lap, Jae. ” His mom didn’t even look back. They were interrupting a conversation their parents were having.

Ningning looked at him triumphantly as she lifted her thinly covered backside out of the middle, placing a hand alarmingly close to his crotch as she steadied herself and turned around to sit down. It happened fast enough that he hadn’t nearly enough time to adjust himself and Ningning ended up straddling his dick - aimed directly down his leg and it had been swollen since the minute he’d first seen her in the house.

“And keep your hands to yourself, too,” Ningning said quietly enough that nobody made anything of it. Except Jae had seen the devious grin painted on her mouth, and he was admittedly worried about what was going on. This was the second time in two minutes that Ningning was going farther than she’d ever dared in her teasing of Jae. He’d left the remote at home to finish charging, assuming that his commands would take some time to come to fruition fully. But this was more than he’d planned.

Those thoughts crossed his mind before Ningning settled into his lap. Soon, he’d know there was something awry. As he sat there, begging his member not to cause him any further trouble, Jae was helpless to the sensation of Ningning’s warmth separated from him by only a few millimeters of clothing. And that dress, that fucking dress. The considerably high hem, which it wrapped elastically around her tanned thighs, was meandering its way further and further, revealing more of her sun-kissed skin. Stripper’s couldn’t ride his lap this well, and Ningning wasn’t even moving…

That was when he noticed the car ride wasn’t getting more turbulent. Ningning’s movement on his lap was increasing. There was no doubt in his mind. He began to worry when she started slowly flexing her cheeks and disguising movements with the car bouncing. She kept this up for a few minutes, and by the time they’d exited the highway, onto an excruciatingly less smooth road, Jae was as hard as he’d ever been and paralyzed with fear of discovery. Ningning had never so much as grazed him intentionally in passing, if that, and now she was practically giving him a lap dance.

“Dad, Jae’s poking me!” Ningning complained, feigning a move to the side as if he’d done it. Of course, that same naughty look on her face meant that she knew exactly what she’d meant even if her dad had not.

“For God’s sake, you too, learn to get along. What are you, 20 and 22 years old now or something?” Jae’s dad scolded. He desperately hoped his dad wouldn’t see what was going on between his two children in the back seat, and that he’d neglect to look back there for the remainder of the ride. Jae looked over at his brother, praying that he didn’t realize what was happening with his siblings either. He found it more complex and more challenging to believe that nobody was noticing because by the time Jae’s Mom announced that they were five minutes away he thought Ningning was going to just pull out his cock and fuck him. She was beginning to wiggle back and forth along his length and there was heat emanating from her hot little pussy directly into his pants.

He must have done something wrong. Somewhere, he’d pushed the wrong thing or made the wrong command. He thought over his list and racked his brain; he’d been so sure that the commands were subtle enough that nobody would notice. Ningning’s eyes flitted to his a few times, but they did not read any concern for their safety or secrecy.

“Ahh,” Jae let out unintentionally. Ningning had gone too far, she had slid forward just enough to reach back and grab his cock through his thin dress pants. “Ach-hem.” He tried to make it sound like a cough. Jae’s dad looked back at them only long enough to see Ningning motionless and smiling back at him innocently. He looked back at the road and listened to Jae and Ningning’s mom babble about work and other nonsense.

'Holy shit,’ her little fingers attempting to wrap around him through his pants were going to make him blow in his pants if they didn’t stop soon. Ningning, who was running her hand along his length now too, seemed to be deriving pleasure from the not-so-imperceptible gyrations on his knee. If she were any other girl he’d be pulling that dress down over her tits and pulling her back further into his lap then thrusting against her sweet heart-shaped ass. But she wasn’t any other girl; she was his sister, and just when he thought he couldn’t take another second, the car came to a halt, their little brother finally looked up from his phone, and Ningning promptly stopped her lusty kamikaze game.

Shifting his cock in his pants and tucking it under his waistband, he looked around to see if any of his family members knew what had just happened. Their looks told him they were as yet unaware, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. But this was too much. He was torn. Ningning was so incredibly sexy in that simple gray dress that he could have fucked her right there in the car, but NOT with his family there. How had Ningning not even thought that far? She seemed intent on getting off and teasing him to the point of orgasm, no matter what it meant. Nothing of the commands he’d planned had that as their desired or intended effect.

When they got to the restaurant, Jae scrambled to take a seat away from Ningning, for fear that she might try to jerk him off under the table or something of that nature. He knew he’d come way too fast after her antics in the car and couldn’t risk being caught by his family. Not that he didn’t spend the majority of the two hours staring at her cleavage as she did her best to display it to him, or cringe as he watched her flit her tongue over any food that was even remotely cylinder-shaped. She was so entrancing that he’d hardly touched his food when he got up to go to the bathroom.

Splashing water on his face, he looked in the mirror and commanded that the man that stared back at him get a hold of himself. Yet, despite the stress she’d been putting him under with her antics, he looked his usual ruggedly handsome self. Now, he hadn’t forced her to want him, which she had done alone. Having taken off the restraints of siblinghood, Ningning seemed to be showing that if he hadn’t been her brother for the last few years, she’d have been doing a lot more than walking around in her bra to spark his interests, and that pleased him beyond belief. As he reached for the door to let himself out, it opened before he could do so followed by a determined-looking Ningning.

“What’s the matter, baby bro, do you have something on your mind?”

She pushed him against the wall and sniffed like a game-cat at its prey. He looked around to be sure they were alone. Her body pressed against his, and she put a hand on his big chest.

“What has gotten into you, Ningning? You can’t do this, Mom and Dad…” Jae protested, feeling his reservations weaken as she straddled his leg and pressed snugly against him, closing the remainder of the gap. Now he could feel every part of what the dress so seductively hid, and his heart rate began to hasten.

“Since when did you become such a little girl. Don’t pretend you aren’t enjoying yourself.” Her hand moved to his solid shaft again as she squeezed him, proving her point.

“You are going to get us caught. Besides, just this morning you were acting like I was the most disgusting guy you’d ever seen.” Now that he’d regained himself, Jae took his sister by the shoulders and spun her towards the wall, throwing his weight against her as she contacted it with a soft thud.

“I didn’t hear you complaining in the car when you were practically impaling me through your pants with that thing,” Ningning said back, seeing her brother looking down at her face and then further to the deep cut in her dress between her breasts. She took one of his hands in hers and ran it up her body, clearly enjoying the sensation before she stopped their journey on one of her luscious tits. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He could have lost it right there, her dress was now riding up so high from the two of them gently grinding their pelvises together that a few more inches and he’d find out if she were wearing panties or not. But something in his head told him this was not the way he wanted her. She teased him to no end, and given his command, she may have even considered going further, but this was something else. No matter how he spun it, he knew that something was wrong. So he withdrew slowly from her grasp, backing away in a superhuman display of willpower.

“What the fuck…?” she questioned him. The look on her face was one of anger, for being deprived of release and for Jae’s second thoughts, and one of hurt - she’d not once in her life been rejected by any man and this was her brother, someone who’d been begging to get anything and everything she had to offer for years.

“Ningning, I want to, I just… we can’t do this here, like this.” He tried to explain, but the words didn’t come quickly enough to his head.

Ningning looked as stunned as he did when she first grabbed him in the car. For the first time, she was speechless, which caught Jae off guard.

“Come on, be reasonable! Look where we are.”

“Haha,” she laughed sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief, “I thought I was being reasonable, giving you what you’ve been begging me for years! And you know what, I think I’ve changed my mind too then…”

She walked toward him slowly. The backs of his thighs ran into the vanity as he retreated, afraid of what she might do. She surprised him when she didn’t hit him or scold him any further. She just stopped when she was gently standing against him and took his hands in hers. She looked right up into his eyes; he could not read the intention in them at all. Turning his palms face up, alternating between watching their hands and gazing back into his eyes with her vibrant green ones, she placed both hands on her abdomen. She slid them slowly up the soft cotton that covered her smooth curves below until they finally stopped atop her breasts, her fingers curling around his to encourage him to support their weight in his palms.

Time seemed to stand still without the remote’s assistance. Jae was lost in her gaze and the unexpected turn of events. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke after standing on her toes and pressing her lips to his ear.

“And this…” She caught his gaze and flicked her eyes down to where his hands held the perfect orbs up slightly from their resting place in their cotton cocoon. He could never get enough of this feeling.

“Will never happen again.”

She left him standing in the same position, holding handfuls of air and a mind racing with regret. His jaw dropped. Just like that, she gave him everything and then took it away.

He couldn’t delay returning to his seat any longer, so he struggled to put on a look that didn’t indicate he’d just been struck by a bus and sat down among his family. Ningning acknowledged him with a casual smile and went on in conversation with her dad about the job she was about to start in a few weeks.

This insane rollercoaster of feelings had to stop, and Jae decided not to make rash decisions until he got home and found out what he’d done wrong on the remote. However, the extreme change of pace made him feel hollow, wanting to feel Ningning’s touch or her gaze or the teasing she was almost always engaging in. She didn’t so much as acknowledge with a glance what had transpired in the bathroom, and both the meal and the cold, empty ride home (Ningning convinced her mom to sit in the back and talk about 'girl stuff’) were an awful slap in the face. He hated himself for being careless with the remote again. Hadn’t he learned his lesson the first time with Ningning after pausing time to feel her up? Hadn’t he said he’d never decide to leave himself so exposed without the remote again?

When he got home, he immediately headed to his room, where he found the remote charged and waiting for him where he had left it. He whipped open her profile and scanned it for whatever had gone wrong. He was flicking his finger down the list when he realized he could scroll down the page. The command lines were not the only settings in each profile.

The problem had to be among a bunch of default settings Jim had made to be checked or unchecked. There were boxes for the time of day for commands to take effect and for types of sexual activity to automatically engage in, and then he found it.

Under the category listed “Fetishes,” were a few that Jim wanted checked automatically. 'Wow,’ Jae thought, 'he must have been around to set women to act the way he wanted by default.’ Sure enough, the boxes tagged [Exhibitionism] and [BDSM - Dominant] were checked and at 50% intensity.

Jae didn’t know whether to be angry at the remote or to feel lucky that he’d been dealt only as badly as he now was. He pressed hard on the unchecked button, not that he needed to, but he was frustrated and irrationally thought he’d take it out on the remote. They didn’t uncheck anyway because Ningning was downstairs watching a movie and not in range. 'Damnit Jim,’ he thought with his worries about Ningning and what he’d done to her beginning to melt away.

He walked down both flights of stairs to the basement, where Ningning sat in the dark, still in her dress and covered in a blanket. It seemed he’d really messed with her feelings, and she was coping now; she never really went in the basement because she didn’t like it down there in the cold darkness.

“I hope you aren’t planning on staying down here with me,” Ningning said without looking at him as he stepped off the last stair.

“Ningning, wait…”

“Nope, we have nothing to talk about.”

Jae decided that he couldn’t fix this situation without the remote. He promised himself he’d not rely on it like this all the time, but for now, his inexperience with it had gotten him in too deep, and he needed to use the remote to fill the hole he’d dug with it. He unchecked the two problems in Ningning’s profile, but now he had to work on her attitude.

[You will not remember being denied by your brother this evening or your corresponding anger]

Yeah, that would probably take care of it. He pressed the green button. It sapped 53% of the power from the remote immediately! Jesus, he knew it was necessary, but she was going to hold on to that if he hadn’t commanded her not to - it was easier to pause time! He thought that was probably enough, but knowing that Ningning’s sexual forwardness tonight toward him had been artificial as well:

[You will not remember any instances tonight of touching Jae sexually or any feelings of dominance or exhibitionism]

That was fair, too. It took about 25% of the power from the remote to carry out—22% left.

[You remember sitting on Jae’s lap and enjoying it]

22 % left. Jae couldn’t help but beam with pride at that one. He thought he was about done when one more happy thought popped into his head.

[If you desire to masturbate when Jae leaves, you will do so and have a powerful and satisfying orgasm] [You will have a very restful night’s sleep and dream peacefully until morning]

10% left. He honestly wanted to make up for the pain he’d caused her tonight and the meddling in her brain he’d done to cause it to go so wrong. “Are you going to sit down and keep me company or just stand there?” Ningning looked at him with a cute look of testiness. To her, he’d just been standing there idly for a few minutes now. He sat behind her on the couc,h and she lay her head back on his shoulder. This was one of the few times they got on exceedingly well, when nobody was around to see. Everything was back to normal.

“Eyes on the TV jackass,” she told him off.

'Yep, everything was definitely in its proper place,’ he thought, smiling.

Her eyes caught the light of the TV, glinting at him as she looked up from her perch on his shoulder. The soft light dramatized the curves of her body, still bound by the enveloping cotton. He thought of staying, of seeing if he could end the day on a higher note, but the remote was on its last leg, as was Jae after the trying day, so he bid his sister goodnight and left her to finish her movie alone.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Ningning said, pleased with herself. I love you!“ she sarcastically added.

He knew from the sideways grin that she had meant it, but it didn’t change that he’d have to go back to being constantly plagued by her teasing and snide remarks the next day. It was a small price; tomorrow, he knew he’d have to work out a way to give her what she deserved or he would pop. He’d figure it out; for now, he could only think of getting some sleep and dreaming about what lay in store for him. As he ascended the stairs, he remembered something and paused mid-climb. Some sounds of rustling came around the corner, and after less than a minute, a soft but undeniable moan made its way to his ears. It was enchanting and authentic, the sounds of her touching herself so. His mind conjured up images of Ningning pulling the hem of her dress up (not that it had very far to go) and stroking her fingers softly across that little slit of hers. He couldn’t wait to have the opportunity to be there too… 'Soon,’ he thought, 'but for now - good for her.’ Ever the one to be looking out for his sibling, even if she’d likely return to being a total bitch the next day, he silently wished her a happy orgasm and left her to herself finishing his ascent up the stairs without a sound. He slept soundly that night, the quiet buzz of his charging remote lulling him to sleep.

When he awoke, he felt ready to attack the day, having slept off the ups and downs of a dramatic and action-packed day. He stood up out of bed and walked over to his huge window overlooking the pool in the backyard. Ningning had been up for over an hour and had slid into what was, in his opinion, the most amazing bikini she owned. It was a very petite, elementary, and erotic number - woven with thick, soft cords of rope just the right off-color white with a tiny bit of skin showing through each weave. It accented her tanned skin perfectly, and it was smaller than most of her others, letting him see plenty of it. The cups simply didn’t contain her awesome mounds, with bits of them spilling out and creating more jaw-dropping cleavage. At the nipples, the weave tightened, perfectly concealing what lay beneath. In it, she was laid on a lounge chair, twisted about, the sun praising her with its warm rays.

Entranced by his sister’s body - gently swelling with slow, relaxed breaths, Jae unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing member. He doubted that it had fully softened since he decided to use the remote on Ningning, not that it ever really did when she was around. He envisioned himself pressing Ningning’s soft, plump pillows together, still loosely covered in her bikini and sliding his shaft between them, the rope strand that precariously joined the cups grazing him as he did. His hand worked over his shaft, and he imagined that it was Ningning’s, her pampered and soft hand gently working him into a frenzy as she had in the car the day before. Not that she would remember it, the remote had ensured that. He had no idea that she was aware of him watching her, and so he thought himself utterly lucky when she dove swiftly underwater only to emerge dripping wet and arching her back as she ran her hands over her silken, drenched hair. Continuing their trail down her neck and shoulders, her hands grasped lightly at her breasts. She delicately squeezed them together and then ran them down her strong abdomen; Jae let out an audible gasp. Finally, she waded over to the edge of the pool and thrust herself out, her breasts so terrifyingly close to falling out of her bikini as her arms thrust them together and she lifted herself from the pool.

Jae was clueless to the pleasure that she was currently deriving from the teasing, thinking that he had simply caught her at an unbelievably good time. The sinful assumptions they both formed were making each of them hornier than ever, and when Ningning turned from him and reached for the tie in her top Jae nearly spilt his seed against the window. Angled just right so he couldn’t take in an entire tit nor the puffy nipple atop it, his sister laid down on the lounge chair in front of her. As she extended herself face-down on the towel, Ningning’s breasts mashed against the lounge, and she quickly pulled away the suit beneath. Seeing her lying out below him and watching her adjust her topless body, wiggling this way and that, was too much for him. Jae came in strands, one after another, all due to the captivatingly seductive vixen below, his very own sister.

Regaining his composure and quickly cleaning himself up, Jae focused clearly on what he’d promised himself the night before. Today was the day. He had done his homework, putting commands in place to get Ningning on the right track. But what now? He had already decided not to force his will upon her, simply because he wanted things to happen naturally. Maybe it was the cloudiness of sleep not yet gone or his insatiable appetite for his sister not yet fulfilled, but no strokes of brilliance were coming. He decided to explore the remote a bit. He’d certainly started to get the hang of it now. Of course, there was the tab for moving and controlling objects, and one for implanting new skills - he couldn’t wait to take that one out for a spin… or a swim. 'Heck,’ he pondered, 'why not try now?’

He hadn’t yet used the remote on himself, so when he opened up the tab with a swimmer icon on it, pointing it at himself and choosing the butterfly stroke, it was an eerie feeling. He clenched his eyes shut and pressed the button, believing he could be tempting fate with his attempt. Nothing. He hardly believed that it had worked, so, wanting to test it out, he headed down to the pool. Stopping at the door partly to prepare himself for the sight of his sister and partly to prepare for what he intended to accomplish today, Jae gazed out at Ningning. He stepped through the threshold, a remote securely strapped to his arm.

"Seriously, Jae, it’s only 10 am and you’re already being a pervert?” Ningning was on him the second he was in earshot. “Yeah, I do have eyes, crazy right, because I swear if someone asked, you wouldn’t know I had anything but breasts.”

“Seriously, Ningning,” he replied mockingly, “It’s only 10 a.m., and you’re already being a bitch? Wait, never mind. I forgot that was a 24/7 gig for you.”

He walked right past her and jumped into the pool, being sure to splash his sister as he did. He immediately took to the water and found that the second he tried to do the butterfly stroke, his muscles moved like they’d been doing it for years, and he propelled himself through the water from one end to the other in no time. His newfound talents did not go unnoticed by Ningning, who feigned sleep while watching Jae’s muscles ripple as he glided through the pool. Both brother and sister were shocked, and Jae was proud, so he punched a few more swimming techniques into the remote and, before long, was unintentionally giving Ningning a real show.

The remote’s commands from yesterday are now taking effect. As she watched him, thinking that his sinewy shoulders and rugged abs were something she’d like to get her hands on, Ningning began to moisten. Usually, she’d shrug off such a thought, reminding herself that he was her little brother and pretending she was disgusted. But the remote had taken care of that roadblock, the most important of all. The resistance toward her brother she’d previously felt was now alleviated, and thoughts of him entered her head and refused to leave. As her arousal pushed her imagination further, she started thinking of what other things she might do with an attractive guy like Jae, not that she’d ever tell him.

Finished marveling at his new abilities, Jae looked over at Ningning, whom he’d seen staring at him when she thought he wasn’t looking the few times he came up for air. This was new: Ningning gawking at him. His heart skipped a beat - maybe the remote was finally working, letting her fantasize about him rather than quickly writing him off in denial and disgust. Once again, a light bulb in Jae’s head brought him another prime opportunity. 'If this remote can do anything…’ he thought, 'could it read Ningning’s mind?’

Clicking upon the icon in the shape of a thought bubble, he found that it pulled up only the one single green button. Pointing it at Ningning, he entered it:

[Read]

He honestly did not know what to expect, so he was taken aback when images began to flash across the screen. It wasn’t like watching TV, some images came and went before ever describing her thoughts or coming into focus. Others were clearer: the first couple of clear pictures were of shoes - how surprising. Then it lingered slightly longer on a sweating glass of cold iced tea. Next, Jae saw his face flash across the screen, and then hold for a second. A faceless man of a well-built stature swam impressive strokes in a blurry pool of water. He believed now that the remote was rendering her thoughts, however discombobulated and stream-of-consciousness they might be. It was brilliant, he could know whatever someone was thinking simply by pointing the device at them and pressing a single green button. He noticed, however, that the percentage points of battery were ticking away fast enough for him to watch the battery count down - about 1% every six or seven seconds.

After images of her brother remained for a few seconds longer, each one in the same dream-like rendering, things became more real. Vivid memories of Ningning sitting on his lap in the car and Ningning gyrating to the bumps and jolts of the car came into view. Then Jae recognized himself moving in a point of view style in a way he could only describe as…sex. Was Ningning imagining having sex with her brother at this very moment? Ningning had been pushing the envelope with her brother, but these fantasies of Jae were altogether different. The blurred images of the perceived incestuous activity remained for a few seconds before the screen returned to useless pieces of clothing, best friends’ faces, and some pop culture concepts.

Jae got out of the pool deep in thought and did not notice Ningning watching him off and on the entire time. He headed into the house to fix himself something to eat and formulate the next stage of his plan. Jae could hardly believe what he’d seen. If he was right, it meant that Ningning might be easier to persuade and his plan would be taking form any time now. Snacking on this and that, and pouring himself and Ningning a glass of the iced tea she was dreaming about, Jae headed back out of the kitchen toward his beautiful sister in the same position he’d left her.

His cock was somewhat hard from fantasizing about Ningning and her perceived dreams of being fucked by her brother, so it wasn’t hard to make out the form of his penis through the polyester stretched over it. He was a reasonably impressive 8 inches. Jae walked out the door and once again took in the sight of his sister’s topless body from the side, quite obviously at that.

Seeing him ogling her, Ningning started: “Come back for mo…” but she cut off suddenly as she looked over at Jae and her eyes fixed upon the taught fabric over his inflated manhood. This was undoubtedly out of character for her, openly fixating on her brother instead of the other way around. Jae could only assume that his plan was working, and his excitement was welling inside him.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” The tables had finally turned, and Ningning could barely take her eyes off him long enough to respond. Even then, it was only when he jumped in the water that she could no longer see his package against the trunks.

“No…I was…” A stutter was so uncharacteristic of his overly-confident sister that he nearly laughed out loud. “Just thinking how you were ruining my alone time.” Ningning finally managed. There was no doubt in his mind that the remote had worked wonders. He could only imagine what kind of things he’d be seeing if he had the remote read her mind now.

Setting his drink down, he hopped in the pool and felt the cool water against his skin. He once again brought up the display on the remote (the old man who had given it to him told him it was waterproof.)

Ningning was primed and thinking about sex, he knew that when she had gotten so derailed by the sight of his cock. Up until that point, she had done a fantastic job of keeping the attraction she encouraged with all her teasing one-sided. And that was no easy task for any girl because Jae actually did a fairly impressive job of staying in shape; Ningning showed remarkable dedication by pretending not to notice his big shoulders or sculpted abs. Not this time though, she had been staring right at him and he could practically taste the tension in the air as her eyes took him in, namely his enlarged pole.

Wanting to have a bit of harmless fun, Jae pointed at Ningning,

[stimulate vagina]

Again, the green button arose, accompanied by a bar tagged “duration” and one that, as always, indicated intensity. He set it to the lowest time, only a second, and the intensity more than halfway, and let it fly. He almost laughed out loud when Ningning jolted, face down on the lounge, and was quite confused. Had her bikini shifted against her pussy? She looked around to ensure it wasn’t her brother; no, he was just wading in the shallows. She put her head back down on the lounge. God she was sensitive, she thought, and cringed at the thought that it was her brother’s fault and that big cock he had stuck in her face.

With a big grin, Jae turned up the duration and hit the go button. For about five seconds, Ningning quietly squirmed on the lounge, resisting the urge to moan aloud or to reach down and touch her aching pussy. She knew she had to be extremely horny to be reacting like this, and she desperately hoped her brother was unaware of her state. Of course, he was not, and he turned up the duration and intensity again before Ningning could regain her thoughts, watching her intently as he did. This time, Ningning’s back lifted off the lounge, and she cooed loud enough for Jae to hear.

“What was that, Ningning? Are you doing something over there?” Jae said with so much satisfaction, “because that sure sounded like a…”

“Shut up, you ass,” Ningning responded indignantly, cutting him off “I just knew you’d ruin my afternoon.” Ningning got up and headed for the house, strategically covering her breasts with her arms. She hadn’t even had time to grab her top as she hurried inside, her pussy still tingling. She intended it to make him feel guilty, but she really had to go in for fear that she’d cum in front of her brother if she didn’t get out of there soon. God, why was he having this effect on her all of a sudden? The image of his big, hard cock flashed through her head as she leaned against the kitchen counter - maybe it had something to do with that.

Jae watched his sister as she hopped up and scampered into the house. he was laughing outright now, a sincere happiness and joy washing over him at the success of the remote. Ningning was now horny, thinking about fucking her brother, and stimulated. He’d played it just right, using Ningning’s own desires and insatiable need to tease her brother in combination with the remote’s influence - its abilities were exactly as the old man described. There were no limits to how far he could go with it, though as he saw Ningning’s body from the side, the sweet swell of her breast covered by her arm and jiggling as she padded toward the door, he certainly knew how far he wanted to go with her.

Waiting for his sister to come back out (he was far from satisfied with what he’d done to her) Jae played around with the remote. He turned the pool’s temperature down a few degrees and cleaned off the bottom of the pool with just a few taps. More importantly, he aimed the remote at his sister’s bikini top, left behind, and ordered the remote to summon it. It quickly flung toward him and into his outstretched arm. “34D,” he read out loud, “very nice.” He was grinning from ear to ear.

Ningning stood in the house for a few minutes, rethinking her situation. She’d left her phone and book, headphones and even her top outside so she’d have to go back out, fearing something more might happen to her with her brother and that big dick of his around. Then, she snapped back to reality. She was in control of HIM, not the other way around. He was the one constantly pining to see her naked or getting hard when she gave him even the slightest peek. No, she would not let him keep her from sunning in her own backyard, so she stomped back out the door towards her chair.

Ningning saw him looking at it, just missing it mysteriously fling across the span of fifteen feet from the lounge to his hand. He had her top now and the look on her face made her all the more angry.

“Give it back Jae, give it back right now,” she was pissed and sexually frustrated, not a good combination for keeping one’s cool.

“Why don’t you come and get it?” He challenged her and then made his best orgasm face he could, mocking her with a few moans as she had just a few minutes ago.

“This isn’t funny, quit being a dick or I’ll tell mom and dad you tried to see my tits.” Ningning fired right back. It was a valid threat; his parents hearing about this would not be good. He knew he could probably prevent it with his remote, but he took the easier route and simply tossed the little scrap of clothing back to her. He did, however, throw it strategically so that she had to bend down toward the pool, revealing even more of her hidden mounds and lithe body. As she unintentionally posed, bent at the hips and causing his shaft to fill with blood once again, he wound up for his next move.

Jae doused Ningning with a wave of water that brought a shriek of discomfort from the topless and furious brunette. She stood up almost instantly, and Jae prayed she would lose grip on her chest, but she was aware enough to grab her top while continuing to cover and quickly tie it up, once again concealing her perfect orbs beneath before Jae could gaze upon them. As she worked the strings in her nimble fingers, Jae sent another wall of water crashing over her, and before he knew it, she had leapt into the water and tackled him backwards.

He quickly regained his footing, holding her back around the ribcage and hip as she attempted to wrap her arms around his torso to gain leverage somehow. She almost slipped his grasp and brought him under before he maneuvered her back to arms’ distance apart. Admiring the way her breasts heaved and swayed in the water, he continued to battle her bac,k and she reached for his trunks. Her fingers grazed his cock more than once, and with considerably less ambiguity each time. She had often tried to pants him before, but this time he suspected she may have had some ulterior motive. As he reached underwater to hold her back, he got an entire handful of her breast, and when she came back up, she gave him an offended look.

“Did you like feeling my tit, I know you did it on purpose asshole.” she sneered at him. He had, and he wanted more, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

“I might have if there was anything there to feel,” he retorted. Though Ningning knew he was lying through his teeth, she hated him for getting the last word. 'Oh no,’ she thought as she looked through the water in front of her, there was Jae’s hardness again, enlarged as ever.

The pool did somewhat conceal it, but there was no getting around the fact that his cock was struggling against his already thin trunks, now partially transparent in the water. Ningning was noticeably distracted by his tented and transparent trunks as she fought to gain control over him. Her momentary lapse allowed him just enough to maneuver her 180 degrees and to bear hug her from behind. He wished he could take both her breasts in his hands right then and there, but decided against it, already sufficiently aroused by her barely clothed form smashed against him.

“Let me go, mmmph, you bastard,”

She still writhed in his arms attempting to get free, but both of them quickly felt Ningning’s sculpted ass pressing back against her brother’s hardness. He had her now, Jae’s use of the remote and his successful seduction had had her jumping into the pool to get this all along, whether she knew it or not. He could feel his sister’s combative maneuvers decrease in fervor, and instead, he detected her hips pushing harder against his submerged pelvis. Any onlooker would know now that they were not just horsing around in the pool; the brother and sister were now locked in a battle of wills and arousal.

Whether Ningning had admitted it to herself, she was now bending to her brother, or was he bending to her? It was unclear; with her thinly covered ass grinding into him, his cock telling her how bad he wanted her, neither brother nor sister could make heads or tails of the situation. They both lost track of how their little scuffle had started, and Ningning struggled to conceal her true purpose, now feebly attempting to escape his hold while forcefully shoving her cheeks against him.

“Look who wants it now,” Jae chanced saying into her ear, nipping at it as he did,

Ningning couldn’t stop her thrusting, but she could also feel her competitive ego damaged by his declaration of victory. She could sense his arms wrapped tightly around her, forearms pressing her chest together so it spilled out around all sides of the bikini. Unbound by formalities any longer, Jae deftly moved his hands to her breasts and grasped them as she arched her back to continue gyrating angrily against his hard pole. He first mashed his fingers against them, over the sexy bikini he loved so much, and then thought, 'been there, done that!’ So he quickly slid his hands under the bikini to the long-awaited prize. Though he couldn’t see them from his position behind her, the combined feeling of Ningning’s nipples poking into his palms and the hard friction she was creating underwater was outrageous. He couldn’t believe how round and supple they were - how hard her nipples were as he moved his fingers to pinch them between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched them hard to return the favor for all her frustrated humping and thrusting thus far. Ningning was breathing more heavily now, still not wanting to moan out and give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she was enjoying this.

She even loved the feeling of his rough, manly hands having their way with her breasts, knowing he had been lying before… knowing he had worshiped them for years. He sank his fingers into every inch of their expansive flesh, and she moaned out involuntarily as he pinched her nipples hard. She could feel him clearly taking her nubs between his fingers and prying at them, eliciting a bit of pain and so much pleasure. Something about being a part of fulfilling her little brother’s long-time fantasy was thrilling; her wanton hole moistened at the thought. Wanting her to be free of the sexy bikini top, Jae let go just long enough to untie her from behind, but Ningning didn’t intend to remain so completely under his control.

Taking the opportunity, she spun around forcefully in his arms, the bikini unraveling as he held the final string in his hand.

Her chest came into view, and the breasts he’d had in his grasp were everything he’d dreamed they’d be. Utterly perky and proud, topped by a small pink areola and a nipple as big as a pencil eraser, as he’d thought-no, bigger. He looked down her taught midsection once again and to the beautiful swell of her hips. He hooked a finger in her bottom, pulling her towards him; he could tell that she was shaved. He wanted to delve further, to touch her sweet pussy, to taste it and to get inside of her as soon as possible.

Looking down between them, Ningning reached forward to grab Jae’s now granite-hard cock. Her fingers grazed over it, teasing him once again, and Jae instinctively moved forward to try and get more of himself into her grasp.

“Remind me who’s trying to fuck who again,” Ningning directed smartly as she withheld fully taking hold of his cock as he desperately wanted her to.

Teasing him was all fine and good, but Ningning needed to maintain their humping and the stimulation of her needy clit or she thought she’ go crazy. Shoving him back toward the very edge of the pool, Ningning’s legs pulled at her brother’s thigh greedily and he offered it forward to her. Both brother and sister began to drive against each other, Ningning’s initially angry thrusts melting away into purely animalistic ones.

She began to moan, “ohhhh… you fucking asshole…I can’t believe I’m letting you…mmmph” She was unable to contain herself now, unable to hide the pleasure she was deriving from this sudden change of heart toward her brother.

What had gotten into her? Why had it come to this, let alone with the brother she always teased but never dared to go further with? And yet, his body, his demeanor, and his lust for her were so undeniably hot, how had she missed it? Was she going to fuck him, because it sure seemed to be going that way and she couldn’t imagine now gathering the strength to stop it. No matter what was going on in her head, Ningning’s body demanded that she keep seeking the sweet release that grinding her sensitive pussy against her brother was offering her. Jae’s cock worked its way along her back and forth gyrating, making contact with her little hole, still covered in bottoms due to their haste.

“Jesus….Shit that’s big… I want it so bad…..soon,” she was so far past pretending now, “keeping going… just like that, ohhh….fuckkkkk.” she let out in a string of dirty talk and moans that made Jae’s head spin as she felt his cock against her.

Jae still couldn’t believe just how well the remote had worked. A day or two ago, she was laid out with her breasts peeking out of some ridiculous clothing, taunting him with what he’d never have. Now he was watching his this fuckable brunette, topless and begging for his cock, hump with reckless abandon. He was far from complaining, in fact he was trying to document everything that happened down to the last detail, from her smooth, soft legs against his to the lack of tan-lines on her breasts or the way her hair was in an perfect messed up bunch on her head. He suddenly hoped the remote had a replay button, though he prayed this was not the last time he’d have his sister, begging be fucked, in his arms.

After many long moments of their lustful, aggravated attempts to get off, Jae took his sister firmly by the hips and lifted, setting her ass on the edge of the pool. He wasted no time with her bikini bottoms, untying them and whisking them off of her in one swift motion. Similarly, he felt no patience to deprive her right then, and instead plunged forward stopping only for a few teasing kisses before sucking her clit into his hungry mouth. She tasted delicious, the fresh water from the pool mixing with the sweetness of her tight little hole. He flicked his tongue quickly across her clit for a minute or two before he drove his tongue down into her tunnel and brought a finger there to meet it. Plunging it in and out, he coupled the diving of his finger with that of his tongue and he quickly brought Ningning to a panting and gasping state. Hearing her approaching orgasm, he found it a perfect time to stop and teach her a lesson for all her teasing, or at least beginning to. Ningning tugged at his hair, hopelessly at his whim and begging for him to continue,

“Please don’t stop….oh please, keep going just like that…just don't…ever…stop” and when he did, “uhhhhhhhgh,” a frustrated yell “FUCK YOU.”

“You deserve every bit of this,” he snapped. She knew he was right, she truly had been teasing the shit out of him for years now, but she intended to start making up for it now.

Ningning urged her brother out of the pool beside her, spreading a towel under their knees on the hard ground. She looked at him, the frustration and lust of their initial coupling transforming into something different. It was still lust, undoubtedly that, but it now had a hint of…intense longing…attached. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, both matching a hazel-green from their mother, Ningning pulled Jae toward her with hands in his hair. Their lips met, and a whole new sensation, a loving wave of warmth crawled through their bodies. Tongues danced and eyes flickered, occasionally catching the other’s as they opened after long closed periods of simply taking in each other’s presence and the gentle caress of lips. Jae held himself up on one arm and the other roamed over his sister’s naked form. It stroked listlessly all of those features he’d so idolized, feeling each one from her smooth abdomen to the perfection of her face. Even their legs locked around each other, struggling to make more contact, to secure each other in a desperate embrace.

Their kisses picked up in lust and need, signaling that they’d both had enough of apologizing for prior mistreatment. Ningning once again grabbed for Jae’s cock and found that he had not deflated a bit. The feeling of her hand wrapping around his cock again jolted him back to reality, reminding him how long he’d been dying to get inside of her. He took his sister’s neck in one hand and urged her backwards, laying her down against the sun-warmed concrete. The sensation was incredible, Ningning sandwiched between it and her brother’s muscular body atop her. It only got better as she lined up the tip of his cock with her waiting pussy and gave him one last firm squeeze around the base.

“Fuck me Jae,” her flaming irises said she meant business.

But he was no dummy, she’d been in control of his every fantasy, every glimpse of skin she decided he could see and every time he’d had to go jack off in the bathroom because of her teasing. He’d not let her have it this time. So when she put his tip against her and demanded that he take her, he simply waited.

She wondered what was taking him so long, and then breathed in sharply as he took the his cock in hand and rubbed it from top to bottom of her drenched pussy. Thinking he’d enter her immediately following that had her looking him in the eye as she anticipated the move. She opened her mouth, expecting to release another moan of pleasure as he sank into her, but nothing came. She looked into his eyes and realized his plan; she knew he was waiting for her to say the magic word, though she could not believe he’d resisted her this long. Nobody had ever done that to her before; being as beautiful as she was always got Ningning everything she wanted.

Giving in, and desperately needing to be filled by her brother’s awesome width and length, she looked at him and appeared on the verge of tears.

“Please Jae…..mhhhhh….put it in me…You can have me any time you want, just, please!…oohhhhhhhh”

Before she could finish he’d already begun pushing passed her folds. He couldn’t stand to hear her beg like that; her words were so sincere. She was entirely within his power and they both knew it, but he knew he’d never be able to deny her if she asked like that - it was a first. He pushed inch after inch inside his sister, her tunnel taking him deeper and warmer.

“Is that what you want baby, your brother…ohhh,” he felt himself bottom out, “fucking you?”

“Oh my God yes….ughhhhh….you fucking asshole.” Her words caused them both to let out a short breathy laugh at the black and white contrast to her sincere begging. The entwined brother and sister both looked down between their bodies, taking in the sight of his cock sunk deep into Ningning’s pussy… his sister’s tight, wet pussy. She squeezed his penetrating shaft as hard as she could, whining at the exertion and desperately hoping he’d begin to slide in and out of her. Ningning’s eyes looked longingly into her brother’s; Jae took it as encouragement to begin fucking his sister now that they’d savored the feeling of his rod securely inside of her.

He picked up the pace quickly; his cock plunging in and out of her folds. The softness of her pussy yielded to his penetrations, urged inward and outward slightly with each thrust. He could see her abdomen expanding as he buried himself inside of her, filling her up, and then retracted. Ningning’s breasts began to shudder as he bounced his pelvis against hers and plunged into the depths of his gorgeous brunette sibling. Her grateful pants picked up and Jae was loving every second - from the feel of her body grasped in his massaging hands below to the incredible heat and pleasure emanating from their incest. That’s what it was, and they both knew it, loving every stroke all the more as brother took sister and gave her what she’d been dangling in front of him for so long.

“All that teasing…and this….FUCK….ohhhh….is what I was missing?” Ningning’s words were driving him insane between her gasps of pleasure, her beauty was even apparent in the subtle tones of her sweet voice.

“God I’ve wanted this….ohh…for so long” Jae let on, he was ramming into her hard now and he loved the way her tits bounced significantly with her sprawled out below him. “I knowwww……ughhhh. God I am so sorry…..so sorry I neverrr…. oh fuckkk…. let you fuck me before.”

She even arched her and turned her hips to invite him deeper just when he thought he couldn’t go another millimeter. Her tunnel was gripping him so tightly, the ribs of it caressing his penetrating cylinder flawlessly. They both believed there had never been a more perfect fit. Ningning and Jae were stunned by the utter completeness they felt compared to previous partners, especially when Jae slowed to a stop a few times and they locked lips and battled tongues. Ningning’s depths gently pulsed against his motionless cock as they kissed, seconds later to resume the incest they were greedily carrying out - prolonging it each time.

After an indefinable amount of time, Ningning put her fingers, extended, against Jae’s abdomen and pushed him slowly back, his cock springing from its home and leaving them both painfully wanting more. On that note, Ningning turned herself over and crawled up seductively on the lounge nearby. She looked back at Jae and directed a wagging finger at him, beckoning him to her. He was far from resisting now and hurried to her. When he reached his sister, she had gotten securely on all fours and was looking back at him.

“Wanna fuck me doggy?” she asked sweetly. Of course he did, and rather than answer, he lined up his cock and sank it down deep before Ningning could even fathom the entrance. This elicited a deep howl from the beauty and Jae worried, if only for a second, that someone might hear them. The thought actually served to turn him on more; taking hold of her hips strongly now, Jae began to pound into his sister’s pussy from behind. He looked around, taking in their surroundings; they were out in the wide open next to the pool. Anyone in the many houses that could see into their backyard, anyone nosy enough to check out what creature had made the sexy little howl and especially their parents could have seen them were they home. Ningning had noticed it too, in fact, she had found it even more arousing than he, long wanting to be fucked in an even more public setting.

“Ooooooo, ” Ningning whimpered aloud at the thought, she had so much she wanted to do with Jae and his perfect cock.

Jae admired his sister below him, her back was arched the way only a seasoned seductress such as herself knew how, allowing him the best angle at which to penetrate her. He loved viewing his cock sinking repeatedly into her dripping arousal, both of their bodies lightly dusted with sweat. Ningning’s body glistened in the sun and her tits hung freely, swaying with each thrust. Ningning began moving back to meet her brother’s pounding each time and she loved their new position.

Next Jae took hold of his sister’s coveted tits, causing her to rise upward a bit to accommodate him. They were just as spectacular as the first time he’d gotten his hands on the bare flesh not long ago, if not better with the feeling of her hot tunnel wrapped around his pole. Years of sexual frustration began melting away as he savored his sister’s quim and the sweet release it was bringing him. He knew she had a lot to pay for, but this was an unbelievably good start. He pulled Ningning up on her knees, his cock still buried inside her and sliding slowly up and down into her. Ningning loved the feeling of losing control, his hands upon her breasts and neck now and his shaft, his huge shaft spearing her vertically.

They were close now, so close.

“I am gonna….I’m almost Jae….oh fuck….fuck me baby bro….fuck your… ughhhh big sister,” her cries were heartbreaking, “come with me…please,”

“…Can I…”

He didn’t even need to ask, and Ningning cut him off -

“Of course…. I want to feel you….so fucking deep….UHHHH….cum in me.”

Jae slammed into her particularly hard as she gave him permission to shoot inside of her. He’d never come inside a girl before without a condom, and he couldn’t wait to do it with his sister as he approached his orgasm. They were an entwined pillar of forbidden love and insatiable lust, Jae’s arms holding her tight with her breasts spreading beneath his palms and Ningning’s tightening sheath impaled by her brother. Her soft cheeks padded the shock of his thrusts against them and they chased their orgasms determinedly, though desperate for the other lover to find theirs first.

Ningning arrived there before her brother, first with the build up and the increasing volume of her moans. Unbeknown to her Jae had used the remote to stall his impending orgasm as she received him on all fours. (He couldn’t help prolonging this glorious event) Instead she was more than impressed by his stamina and it caused her to desire all the stronger that he cum inside her soon, and hard. She cried out his name and turned to shower him with hasty and desperate kisses. His hands still roaming her body came to rest on the breasts that he loved so much as he felt his orgasm approaching as well. Ningning started to fade, her strength leaving her as her body leapt into climax. Jae held her up in front of him, cupping her breasts in his hands and sucking at her neck as he fucked in and out of her a last few times. Ningning convulsed, her walls gripping him tight and it was too much for Jae to sustain another plunge. He began spraying her insides with jets of his hot cum. It only added to her climax as she felt the warm seed painting her insides and she shook with involuntary waves of orgasm. It was heavenly for both brother and sister. His cock moved only centimeters but it was excruciatingly pleasurable for both of them. They lost all senses except the feeling of Ningning held within her brother’s arms, his rigid member sunk deeply into her from behind. She shook, again and again, and Jae felt her milk the last of him from his lusting manhood.

He didn’t want to pull out of her, and she couldn’t fathom being left without him now, so the two collapsed forward, laughing at the way they clumsily fell to the chair. Jae did not seem to get any softer, though any movement sent him into shivers of agonizing sensitivity, such as the residual convulsions Ningning experienced many seconds apart from what had been the most intense orgasm she had ever had. They knew that fucking their sibling was wrong, but they’d be damned if they missed out when it felt so good. Now that Ningning was his, Jae couldn’t wait to take her in every way, in every room of the house and more. He wondered what her attitude would be like toward him now that she had begged to be filled with his cum and he’d so readily obliged.

As they lay quietly thinking over their respective concerns, Ningning turned toward her brother and quieted them with a long, thoughtful kiss. It said 'I don’t know what’s going to happen next,’ but It also said, 'I need you.’ If Jae’s cock was softening before the kiss, it had since changed its mind. He began to almost involuntarily move against his sister’s spooning body and Ningning rolled her eyes backward - not even believing that he could be ready for another go.

The sweet fluids of Ningning’s climax and the forbidden seed inside her made sliding in and out of Ningning’s freshly-fucked pussy feel like heaven. They were so drained, so hopelessly lost in what had just transpired between them that simply gyrated lethargically against each other. Their motions were painfully gentle, and this time both brother and sister felt every rib, every fold and the helmet of Jae’s cock rubbing tantalizingly deep within Ningning’s body.

Their motions picked up, but only gradually, they were still exhausted from fucking each other so greedily. Ningning turned without losing her brother’s penetrating member for a second, facing him and preparing to continue their gloriously slow fuck. Ningning could feel her body threatening to bring another jarring orgasm if she continued any further…

“Mmmmmmmmh,” Ningning lifted slowly up, “Again?” - back down.

“God damnit Ningning,” Jae’s cock was sensitive but he’d never refuse fucking his sister till the day he died, “I could do this forever.”

But they didn’t have more than those few slow thrusts to entertain another round because the back door sliding announced they were about to be found out.

'Oh no, how much charge did he have left?’ Jae brought the remote up and frantically looked over it. Who was about to come through the door, and would he have enough to escape this coming disaster?’ His thoughts went in a panic

“What the fuck is going on here?” His dad yelled as he gazed upon his naked daughter atop her brother, mid-fuck and loving it.

[Pause]

[recoveringsoulsposts]

I read the Reddit post and here were some response, some of them are fucking unhinged the fact that Males are so desperate for Women, that some of these men are saying “men will burn everything to the ground” is insane. Men genuinely cannot function on their own, that’s the only thing I’ve gained from reading the comments, some of the people were genuinely trying to engage and find meaningful ways to add to the convo. I was surprised it wasn’t as misogynistic. But just reading it made me realise how badly men think of other men, they know how diabolical men are. They also recognise that males are expendable and worthless to society so sending them off to war or keeping them busy so they don’t disrupt the peace, they’re literally implying it.

[chaosroid]

One thing about the whole "book lore says women can't be witchers" is that...it doesn't even really say that. All the lore ever said on this matter was that no girl has ever survived the Trial of the Grasses. That's it. It doesn't say what the sample size was, nor does it say if they ever tried it on adult women. For all we know, they conducted it on a few dozen girls, none of them survived, and then immediately gave up.

There's also the possibility that simply more research was done for male physiology, and females might've required a different concoction of mutations to survive that they never got. Considering how under-researched womens' health tends to be irl, is it so hard to believe that the mages who first created the witcher mutations could've failed to take into account the nuances of female physiology?

In the medieval world, males are naturally going to be more expendable by virtue of being less essential in reproduction roles, so of course there's going to be more performed on boys. However, 'no girls have survived' =/= 'it is impossible for girls to survive'. Especially when the girl in question is canonically one of the most powerful women in-universe. We have no idea how Ciri's bloodline could interact with the mutations.

Nevermind the fact that there has already been a woman who was subjected to witcher mutations and survived. In the Witcher game, Rayla was turned into a mutant by the Salamandra, who had stolen the secrets of the mutagenic process from Kaer Morhen. The only difference between her and an actual witcher was the training.

The Trial isn't some immutable element, they're a process of alchemic components/ingredients, and like all things under alchemy, formulas can change and improve.

[priintaniere]

"Sylvain Gautier and Dorothea Arnault stun on the red carpet for the #FromFaerghusWithLove screening at 75th Enbarr film festival"

or simply, an actor/bodyguard AU

more notes on this AU under the read more

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this AU really started as just me toying with the idea of actor sylvain with his protective bodyguard felix then wanting to put dorothea and sylvain in fancy clothes but the more i thought about it, the more ideas i had dshhjs

SO expending this with more characters cuz it's fun!

sylvain: actor, model, former child actor dorothea: actress, model, singer, former opera singer lorenz: stage actor claude: writes stage plays for lorenz in his free time ferdinand: stage actor, making his debut in cinema annette: pop singer hilda: pop singer, model yuri: model, singer, former boys band member bernadetta: successful romance writer, debuting as a script writer encouraged and helped by sylvain

dorothea and sylvain have played romantic partners in many movies together and have very good chemistry on camera and during interviews, leading to lot of speculations of them dating

sylvain has the reputation of dating all his co-stars

felix started to wear a mask bc he saw that he was nicknamed "sylvain gautier's hot bodyguard" online and he hated it but now people only finds him hotter and more mysterious with the mask

OF COURSE there are rumors that sylvain and dorothea are dating or at least, have smth romantic (or sexual…??? 👀) going on with their bodyguards (literally the whole point of the au)

ferdinand, sylvain, lorenz and claude attended the same school (think, fodlan's equivalent of juilliard) and used to do stage plays together

ferdinand recently made his debut on screen while lorenz stayed in theater only because he prefers it here, claude's job is totally unrelated to acting or theater but he still writes and arranges stage plays for lorenz in his free time (mostly shakespearean plays)

sylvain has always liked theater and his parents encouraged and supported him when he was noticed by an agent at a very young age to be cast into a movie. he enjoyed it a lot at first but slowly lose his passion but stayed to please his parents (and there may have been parental pressure)

when he turned 19 and his contract was broken, he decided to quit acting to focus on his studies. he later returned 5 years after on his own terms

dorothea had a brief career as an opera singer but found out that she enjoyed doing musicals more

she debuted on screen with a musical and has slowly been branching out, first in romcoms or as the male lead's love interest in action movies but she has since taken more atypical roles for indie movies

felix, ingrid, sylvain are childhood friends, with ingrid initially being sylvain's bodyguard

ingrid became sylvain's bodyguard because she was worried about him and that way, she could always keep an eye on him

when dorothea rose to fame and was thinking of hiring a female bodyguard, sylvain recommended ingrid to her

ingrid then asked felix to replace her as sylvain's bodyguard