"Dragon-grade shape-shifting magic," Luo Qi muttered, watching the loli-dragon materialize. While humans needed ritual chanting for such high-tier spells, dragons just flexed their OP racial privileges – the kind of cheat code that made even Demon Kings jealous.
The loli before him radiated cuteness that could crash Instagram servers. With porcelain skin and eyes like liquid moonlight, she'd rack up six-digit likes before breakfast. Yet here she was, sniffling like a kicked puppy.
"Demon King-samaaa!" The dragon-loli wailed, tears creating miniature puddles on the floor.
"So, how exactly did you recognize me as the Demon King?" Luo Qi calmly set the loli down. As a sane adult male—not a lolicon—he maintained zero reaction even to her current state of undress. His eyes might as well have been scanning grocery receipts.
Let's get one thing straight—anyone who pops a boner here is certified unhinged. That's not kink, that's criminal code Chapter 11 material! Interpol's drafting your arrest warrant as we speak!
"Your scent... like burnt marshmallows and existential dread... unmistakable!" She pressed her forehead to the ground in worship, her bare bottom gleaming like freshly polished armor.
Of course, this might also stem from enduring daily harassment by a succubus—and not just any succubus, but one of celestial-tier pedigree. If not for his innate Demon King constitution granting immunity to all debuffs, any mortal man subjected to that bombshell's charms would've morphed into a slavishly devoted lapdog before finishing his first awkward boner.
Hence, Luo Qi often mused: If big sis redirected even 10% of that nuclear-grade seduction energy toward normal guys, she'd have a reverse harem empire sprawled across three continents by now—complete with throne rooms, tribute vineyards, and a line of simping knights polishing her stilettos with their tears.
The door exploded inward.
"Little bro~" A honeyed voice dripped through the door an instant before it slammed open, revealing a silhouette wrapped in smoke-thin onyx chiffon that clung to every lethal curve like liquid shadow. There she stood—Luo Lin, her sleep-mussed hair framing a face so devastating it could've sparked wars between pantheons. Half-lidded jade eyes glowed with predatory languor, her pouty lips quirking as she leaned against the doorframe. The scandalous nightgown did absolutely nothing to contain the hypnotic sway of her hips—a living paradox of innocent drowsiness and nuclear-grade eroticism, each breath making the flimsy fabric tremble over peaks and valleys that'd make a fertility goddess reconsider her career choices.
So it's no exaggeration to say that Luo Qi, who was mature beyond his years, virtually watched his sister Luo Lin grow up. Though she's technically his older sister, their relationship is more like siblings... or even father and daughter... because from a very young age, he's been the one taking care of this slovenly succubus girl who practically subscribes to the "no clothes at home" philosophy! As for their parents, even before they officially went missing, they'd constantly venture into monster-infested forests to court danger... spending no more than a month at home each year, and the only reason they came back was probably to show off their affection in front of the two of them!
Let's be real—he'd built up immunity to her lethal charm like a lab rat injected with succubus venom since infancy. That body? He'd seen it all since diapers—watched her morph from a snot-nosed toddler sneaking cookies, to a pigtailed menace ruling the playground, then blossom into the nation's most brainiac bombshell scientist. To him, her current 'goddess-tier hotness' was just the latest software update in the eternal malware of sisterhood. Her curves might as well have been MRI scans of his childhood teddy bear—utterly desexualized through decades of trauma-bonding.
Looking back now, as a single dog, Luo Qi suddenly thought that the two of them probably got burned by that so-called FFF Club, a league of single folks, for showing off their affection too much!
"You're home?" Luo Qi blinked. Wasn't this prime time for Luo Lin's daily "mad scientist office hours" at the institute?
"OMG what's this?!" Luo Lin's eyes morphed into sparkly anime hearts as she torpedoed toward the dragon-loli hybrid. "Did I blackout-birth a whole ahoge princess for you?! Want me to forge birth certificates?"
The scene that followed could've melted mortal men's brains—a succubus bombshell and a dragon moeblob tangled up like live-action doujinshi cover art. Their combined lethality? Two bodies, one large and one small, are intertwined, astonishing ordinary people. That feeling of doubling temptation is probably able to instantly kill any ordinary man, right?
Let's math that:
Nudity² = (Luo Lin's sin curves) × (Ji En's loli purity)
But Luo Qi's libido ran on anti-horny firmware. To him, this was just Tuesday.
"Sis." Luo Qi pinched the bridge of his nose like a dad discovering his teen's browser history. "Clothes. Now. And shouldn't you be cosplaying 'responsible scientist' at the lab? Last time you skipped, the PM thought you'd been kidnapped by actual demons."
"But my uterus is staging a mutiny today!" Luo Lin flopped onto her back, channeling Shakespearean-tragedy-meets-drunk-college-girl energy. "I called in sick! Legally! Hugs or I'll leak classified mana-core schematics on Twitter!"
She launched herself at him with the grace of a drugged koala—only to faceplant into bedsheets when Luo Qi blinked sideways. The resulting pose—ass skyward, limbs splayed like a failed yoga tutorial—could've broken Instagram's servers.
"Last month's 'sick day' when you hacked the military satellite to livestream my gym class?" Luo Qi countered, teleporting away as she lunged. His sister face-planted into bedsheets, her pose accidentally recreating a famous gravure idol calendar shot.
"Meanie!" She popped up scowling, though the effect was ruined by her Hello Kitty panties peeking through the shirt. "I just wanted cuddles!"
"Your 'cuddles' end with my belt unbuckled. Have you ever seen a woman who takes off a man's pants while hugging?" Luo Qi deadpanned. "Try that magic fingers bullshit again, I'm installing chastity wards."
Let's address the elephant in the room – Luo Lin wasn't just a bro-con. She operated at "Final Boss of Sibling Complexes" level, with her life's mission to "conquer" her little brother through tactical hugging maneuvers.
To be honest, Luo Qi still hasn't figured out what made Luo Lin turn out this way. He remembers that when she was around ten years old, a total little loli, she used to detest having a brother with a vengeance.
"Waaaaah… this time it's really just a hug! We haven't had a loving snuggle in four whole years and 128 days!" Luo Lin whined pitifully.The two large mounds on her chest jiggled with each movement.. "Oh right, does that mean you're a loli fan, bro?"
"Nope." Luo Qi replied flatly.
"Then why'd you kidnap this undressed moppet?" Luo Lin's voice dripped with faux concern, her gaze lingering on the loli's exposed collarbone. "Is the temptation of forbidden fruit too succulent for even the mighty Demon King?" She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "But fret not, dear brother—if primal urges demand satiation, this devoted sister offers her flesh as…sanctuary. Better my bedchamber become your confessional than a prison cell, no? Rest assured—" Her lips brushed his earlobe, "—I'd never betray you to the authorities."
With a purr that could melt frost giants, she lunged—a panther cloaked in silk.
"Get a grip on yourself, please," Luo Qi coolly retorted, his palm planted on Luo Lin's forehead like a bouncer blocking an overenthusiastic fan. His sister thrashed in his grip, limbs flailing like a beached octopus mid-mating season.
"Shall I eliminate this impertinent female, Demon King-sama?" The Spirit Dragon's voice dropped to subzero temperatures. The ambient magic density skyrocketed like GameStop stock—even a juvenile dragon's aura could make archmages wet their robes.