{Morning.}Mark could feel the morning sun rays hitting him through the window. Part of him knew he should be up, but the dream he was having was too damn good to quit; in the dream, he was in bed with three women at once, and he wasn't ready to wake up yet.He didn't know that while he was out cold, his sister Rita had already snuck into his room. She stood there, watching him sprawled out, before slowly climbing onto the bed. She laid next to him for a few minutes, just soaking it in.But as she felt the heat coming off his body and the soft huff of his breath, that familiar, needy tingling started up between her legs.She watched the way he slept—one leg kicked out of the covers like he was running in his sleep, the rest of him buried.She stared at the heavy bulge in his shorts, knowing it was just his soft manhood waiting to wake up. Slowly, she slid her left hand inside his shorts, her fingers finding his soft, warm shaft. She heard

At Rita's class.Almost every girl except Rita, Esther and Charlotte had gathered in the corner of the classroom, whispering intensely."Alright, everyone…" a girl with glasses said in a hushed but serious voice. "This is Day 2 of our mission—OMMO."The girls leaned closer."Also known as Operation Make Mark Ours."Several girls clenched their fists with determination."Since we've all agreed that no one should secretly take Mark for herself—because that would make the entire academy declare war on her—I've come up with a fair solution."The girls gulped."We have a cooking lesson next period. And trust me, in all my years as an otaku, I've learned one thing."She adjusted her glasses dramatically."The best way to a man's heart… is through his stomach."The girls held their breath."So whoever cooks the dish Mark loves the most…"She pushed her glasses up again.

Mark gulped a lump of saliva as he felt Rita trembling. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over her skin despite the cool shadows of the room. "Rita... wait," Mark muttered, his voice cracking as he felt her melt into him. She was in heat and it was ravaging her body, a pool of damp warmth already seeping into her fine underwear. He sucked in a breath and stepped back a bit, but his sister pinned him to the wooden wall as if she didn't have a care in the world about being caught. She planted a deeply sinful kiss on his lips. He groaned into her mouth but swiftly returned the kiss, their tongues sweeping urgently against one another as his blood heated and need pumped through him. His member fleshed out, filling with blood. "Mmm..." Rita growled into his mouth. She slipped her hand down his trousers, groping and fumbling her way into his pants until she met his member, curling her finger

"You said I was a rat?" Mark had grinned at his sister. "Yes... a naughty one indeed." She had broken all that tiny restraint he still held; that line that blurs ordinary siblings into something far more taboo had been crossed. He watched as Rita's eyes gleamed with excitement through the dark storeroom. "Then let’s continue from where we left off, rat-fucker!"And it was as if those words had just turned on a switch inside him. He shoved her toward the wall of the storeroom frantically, and the moment her back smashed against the wall, his lips were also smashing against hers. Oh, how sweet his sister's lips were every time he kissed them. And now that he didn't have to hold back, he decided to enjoy them as much as he could. The two siblings exchanged their incestuous saliva, both their hearts racing with lust. Their kiss deepened, as if it were a symbol of breaking all the chains that had been keeping them from engag

Lunch Time…Sitting in his chair, Mark smiled triumphantly to himself, completely lost in thought.'Man… this Charm skill is insane. All those girls who used to bully me are basically fangirls now!'He lifted his head and glanced at a nearby table. Izumi and the others were already looking his way. The moment their eyes met, they blushed, wiggling their fingers at him in exaggeratedly cute waves.Mark shook his head, his grin stretching wider.'Look at them… acting all sweet like they weren’t trying to force-feed me spicy food two days ago. Hah… my bully era is officially over! From now on, it’s nothing but peaceful college life—'BANG!“MARK!!! I WANT YOU TO WEAR A BIKINI!!!”A hand slammed onto his desk so hard his drink tipped over, spilling everywhere.Mark slowly looked up.Standing there was a guy—short. Very short. Barely Hiraku’s height… actually, scratch that, slightly shorter. Re