NOVEL WEB Chapter 2: Violent Sister Mestelica
I remembered my memories from my previous life and the existence of the cheat skill [Rape].
My unrivaled life begins now -- or so I would like to say, but there was a problem.
(It's impossible for me right now…)
First of all, I'm still a 12-year-old kid.
Frankly, I'm not even familiar with this cheat skill.
No matter how hard you try in that state, you can't rape someone.
This is no surprise, as even penises that normally get erect won't get an erection.
If they were early birds, they would be reaching puberty by now, but...
"Hmm..."
I couldn't help but sigh.
This is a problem that goes beyond creating a harem.
I want to rape a lot of girls quickly so I can put my parents at ease.
--yeah?
No, just looking at the words this is pretty terrible...
The cheat skill [Rape] gets stronger the more rapes you do, so there's nothing wrong with it in any way.
"Don't act so damp, you idiot, Rigel!"
"..."
Seeing that I was feeling down, my 15-year-old sister Mestica yelled at me.
At first glance, she seemed like a tsundere character from a Japanese anime, but in reality, she was just an unpleasant girl.
What's more, she kept getting involved in my matters, making it extremely annoying.
"...I'm sorry, sister."
I decided to apologize for now.
There's no point in arguing with people like her. It's a hassle to deal with them, so I just let it go.
But she didn't seem to like that.
"What's with that attitude? It really pisses me off!"
Saying that, she grabbed me by the collar.
Since I'm only 12 years old, there's a height difference, so I was now standing on my tiptoes.
To be honest, it was quite painful.
"Sister, please stop."
"Shut up! I'll deal with you my way!"
As she said that, she punched me in the face.
A loud thud echoed through the room.
It hurt so much that I couldn't even think straight.
But I held back.
We couldn't cause a fuss here.
"Hmph! It scares me to think that the future of the Gowther family depends on someone like you!"
"That being said, you have talent, sister."
"Don't blame it on talent! You're just incompetent, Rigel!"
"...I'm sorry."
She says we shouldn't blame things on talent, yet she calls people incompetent?
There seems to be a bit of a double standard.
No, from her perspective, there's probably no difference between talent and effort.
Although our talent might not differ much, there is a massive gap in actual ability.
The difference is so large that it far surpasses the age difference.
To Mestica, this is a difference born from effort, not talent.
"Seriously! I wonder why Father and Mother are pampering someone as incompetent as you!"
Oh man, this woman is really annoying!
Should I punch her in the face?!
No, just calm down.
Although Mestica's specialty is swordsmanship, she's also far superior in pure physical ability.
On top of that, she can even use magic.
If we were to convert our skills into ability scores—
Rigel:
- Swordsmanship: F
- Physical Ability: F
- Magic: F
Mestica:
- Swordsmanship: C
- Physical Ability: D
- Magic: D
That's about it.
Mestica's ability might not seem too impressive on paper, but for a 15-year-old girl, that's more than enough.
It's fair to say she currently possesses the skills of a mid-level adult adventurer.
On the other hand, my abilities are bottom-tier.
There's no way I could win against her.
I had no choice but to endure.
"...Phew."
I sighed.
Should I just punch her in the face...?
The stress was getting to me, and I found myself thinking such thoughts.
"Hey! Why are you sighing? How insolent!"
"...No, it's nothing."
Previously, I was in a state of complete surrender to Mestica.
But now, I have memories of my past life.
So I can't help but feel a little rebellious.
But that was a mistake.
"What's with that rebellious look? I really don't like it! It's because of Father and Mother's poor education! Today I'll be the one teaching you!"
Saying that, Mestica grabbed me by the collar again.
What is she planning to do now?
"This is what I'll do to you now!!"
The next moment, my body was flying through the air.
Apparently, she had thrown me.
I flew nearly five meters and landed on my back, knocking the air out of my lungs.
"Now it's time for education."
Mestica grinned.
Her eyes were filled with sadism.
This is bad...
If this keeps up, I might actually get beaten to a pulp...
I have to do something...!
I tried to move, but my body refused to listen.
The impact of hitting the ground had left me completely numb.
"See! Now you can't even move!!"
Saying that, Mestica climbed on top of me.
And then—
**Bang!**
She slapped me hard across the cheek.
It wasn't just painful—it was shocking enough to make my mind go blank.
"Ahaha! That feels good! Suffer more for me!"
Mestica laughed joyfully and slapped me repeatedly.
Each slap sent a sharp pain shooting through me.
"Guh...!"
I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to endure.
Anything to lessen the pain, even a little.
"Oh? I thought you'd cry, but you're surprisingly tough."
Of course.
Why would I cry?
"Well then, next is—"
"Stop messing around with me!!!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs.
At the same time, I thrust both hands out, pushing her back.
*Squish*
That sensation was transmitted to my palms.
(Oh, it's soft.)
Even though this wasn't the time for such thoughts, I couldn't help myself.
It was so soft, pleasant and comfortable....
The true nature of this sensation was—