Taboo Sin System

Chapter 7 Sister Leveling

Pan froze mid-step. Then he forced his face into something neutral.

Today I won't let it slide. I will get the cufflinks first. Ass-kicking and payback will follow.

The system had given him tools. He needed to stay sharp and use them, instead of letting the heat in his blood make the decisions.

"I will go and find Mother as soon as I can."

Christina laughed at him, and then her face curdled into something bitter.

"Look at him, standing his ground. That is all you are good for, isn't it? Polishing silver in this kitchen while Leo is out conquering the world. Student president, debate champion, and heir to the Osborne empire."

Christina looked him over again, slower this time, like she was cataloging every flaw for future use.

"And you. An adopted mutt who is not worth the Osborne name. At least a real son could be sent somewhere to represent us. You exist only to embarrass us."

Pan tightened his jaw just enough to keep the anger off his face. The words were familiar. They had been carved into him for years.

Mutt. Orphan. Mistake. It was the same script every time, only the room, setting and volume changed.

Christina's gaze raked him up and down, lingering on his rumpled shirt like it was diseased. "Why do you look like you crawled out from under somewhere?"

"Something like that," Pan answered through tight lips.

How I would like to crawl under your clothes instead. Enjoy the seasonal fruits.

The thought arrived uninvited, hot and clear and entirely out of place.

Pan had a hard time pushing it down. The system was already rewriting things inside his head, and he could feel the edges of his old self starting to blur around the corners.

Christina scoffed and shook her head slowly. "Look at you. Sweaty, soiled, and sniffing laundry like a rat."

"You are a stain on this house, and Leo thinks you are unworthy of the Osborne name."

Ouch. That one again.

Christina picked up her phone and turned the screen toward him. Close enough for Pan to read, and well out of his reach.

"Leo asked after you last night. Do you want to know what my brother wrote about you?"

Pan said nothing.

"He wrote, tell the house servant to stay off the second floor while my friends are visiting."

Leo. The golden boy, the living trophy Gregory polished in every conversation whether anyone asked or not. Eleven years in this house, and the golden firstborn still would not use his name.

Pan's fists tightened at his sides until his nails bit into his palms and hurt.

Unworthy. That was the word this family had drilled into him since he was small enough to believe it.

At eight years old he had believed it completely. He had spent a whole winter trying to earn the name, doing chores nobody had set him, waiting for one of them to notice and acknowledge him. Nobody had.

But things are different now.

Something supernatural was buzzing in his veins with real power now. System skills and rewards, to overcome his human limitations.

Now Pan had options like never before. Maybe, just maybe, he could start rewriting the script himself. No more living inside the one they had written for him.

First, I need those golden cufflinks. Everything else can wait.

Christina turned back to the sink, giving him her back like it cost her nothing.

Trusting. Careless. Or absolutely certain he would never dare.

His sister's ass presented itself like an open challenge, the cufflinks chain a hard line over one firm cheek. One quick grab and he could be gone before she finished rinsing the mug.

Pan took three quiet steps toward her.

But Christina twisted at the last moment, glancing over her shoulder at him with those sharp green eyes that missed almost nothing.

"Stay out of my way tonight as well. The gala is for winners. My friends from church are coming, and I will not have them knowing I share a roof with a godless heathen."

Christina rinsed the mug under the tap.

"Wear gloves when you serve. Nobody wants those orphan hands near their glass."

Ding.

The system chimed in his head without warning. The blue screen flared open across his vision, the letters bold and unapologetic.

[CHALLENGE: Your first butt grope] [Target: any female within twenty feet] [Time limit: 5 minutes] [Reward: Unknown] [Penalty: Nosebleed] [Must land on either cheek of the ass, full hand, light to medium pressure, held ten seconds or more]

What the hell. Now, of all times?

Pan's brain stalled for a full beat. The system wanted his entire hand on Christina's ass, held there for ten seconds.

His own sister. Adopted or not, the word still twisted in his gut like spoiled food.

This was not a w*****n. This was real life inside a real house with real consequences, and Christina was the ice queen who would call the clergy on him for looking at her wrong.

If Pan laid a hand on her, war would break out immediately, and no apology would ever walk it back.

Pan looked at her ass anyway. It was firm, masterfully sculpted by years of running and self-discipline. No man had ever touched the goods.

That ass was begging for a palm print whether he wanted to admit it or not.

[00:04:58]

The timer had already started.

Shit.

His hand twitched at his side. He pulled it back immediately, forcing the impulse down.

Christina turned fully now, her eyes narrowing as she caught the small movement and rigid posture.

"What are you gawking at, creep? Do you have something to say before you crawl back to your hole?"

Pan swallowed. His pulse roared in his ears. His body was already raging with a heat he had never felt this strongly before in his life.

Lust.

The system was not just giving him challenges. It was rewriting the way he wanted things.

And right now, it was winning.