My Taboo Academy

The truth was, I had never heard of Lustbound until Yuto started talking about it. And once he started, he never stopped. Morning commute, lunch break, texts always the same endless stream of complaints. The story was hollow. The heroines were walking clichés. The systems were broken. Yet every evening he logged back in, and the game kept climbing the charts.

I figured the marketing team must have been working overtime.

Yuto, being Yuto, spent the next few weeks haunting the official forums, dissecting every update like a prosecutor presenting evidence. He would fixate on a single line of dialogue for days, replaying the same scene, muttering under his breath about "lazy writing" and "fan-service padding."

Looking back, I could almost understand why the goddess lost her temper.

One moment I was half-asleep at my desk. The next, I stood on polished white marble under a sky that had no sun. A petite blonde figure knelt in front of me, shoulders shaking.

"Uh... Goddess?" I cleared my throat. "I think there’s been a mistake. Could you send me home? I have work tomorrow."

Her shoulders jerked. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I’m so... so sorry. Truly. I’ve committed an unforgivable sin."

"What? No... look, just put me back where I was. That’s all I’m asking."

She pressed her forehead to the floor.

"I can’t."

The silence stretched.

"In a fit of anger... I poured too much of my power into summoning you. The gate won’t open again. Not for a long time."

"You’re joking."

"I’m not!" She sniffled hard. "I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!"

She stayed prostrate for several long seconds before suddenly lifting her head, eyes wide with a terrible new idea.

"Wait... special privilege! I’ll give you a special privilege!"

A translucent window bloomed in the air between us.

[The Goddess bestows her blessing upon you]

"This world isn’t so bad," she rushed on.

"There are many beautiful women, and..."

"I didn’t ask for that. I asked you to send me home."

[Goddess raises your charm to its utmost limit]

[Acquire the Mythic Ability: Holy Body]

[Maximum capacity for Mythic Abilities reached]

[Limit on Mythical Powers lifted!]

[Acquire Mythic Power "Bloodline Allure"! Acquire Mythic Power "Fortune’s Desire"!]

"I’ll give you this too! And this! And this!"

"Hold on"

[Acquire Mythic Power "Soul Excretion"! Acquire Mythic Power "Divine Guard"! Acquire Mythic Power "Undying Will"!]

[Acquire Mythic Skill "Insight"!]

She kept throwing windows at me like confetti.

"I calmed down before the anger reached its peak," she whispered, still on her knees.

"That’s why you’re still alive. Please... just try. The difficulty of capturing anyone has been completely removed. Think of it as... enjoying a harem."

I stared at her.

"I’m not interested in a harem. I’m interested in pure love. One person. Real feelings. Sex should be the fruit of that, not some bestial free-for-all. This kind of game is more my friend’s taste, not mine."

The color drained from her face.

"...It may be a difficult request," she said carefully, "but starting today... could you change your taste a little? Just try the harem route. Please."

She looked like she might disappear under the weight of her own guilt.

I sighed.

The goddess had created an entire world and then, in a moment of pure rage, ripped a random human across dimensions because someone on the internet had been mean about it. That kind of love for her own creation was almost impressive. Almost.

"I think my friend was harsher than he needed to be," I said at last. "I do appreciate beautiful women. Living under the same roof with someone lovely... that part doesn’t sound terrible. And if it’s a game, she’s not really my sister, right?"

Her head snapped up.

"I’ll give it a try."

The smile that broke across her face was radiant and slightly unhinged.

"Ren... you’re the only player who will experience my true game without any preconceptions!"

I blinked. "When did you learn my name?"

She only grinned wider, eyes still wet.

"Is there a manual? Some kind of orientation? I suddenly have a family I know nothing about."

She tilted her head, mischief flickering behind the tears.

"Don’t worry, Ren. Even if you don’t know... experience it firsthand. Ehehe."

And then she was gone.

I stood alone in a modest second-floor bedroom that smelled faintly of laundry detergent and dust. Morning light filtered through half-closed curtains. A student ID lay on the desk.

**Ren Asahi**

Veyron Academy – Second Year

Overall Evaluation: D

"Charming," I muttered.

The clock on the wall read 7:30.

Somewhere downstairs a girl’s voice carried up the stairwell, sharp and irritated.

"Ugh, this is so irritating. Why do we have to look after that fucking pervert?"

A softer voice answered, almost pleading.

"Cleo, lower your voice... it can be heard all the way up on the second floor."

"Let him hear. I don’t give a damn. I can’t even bring friends home because I’m embarrassed by that idiot."

So those were my new sisters.

I hesitated at the top of the stairs, then forced myself down.

Yuna stood in the living room doorway, black bob framing a face that looked like it had been designed to make people forget how to speak. Purple eyes, soft mouth, the kind of gentle expression that made you want to protect her and simultaneously made you feel like a villain for thinking anything else. Even in a simple morning blouse the curve of her chest was impossible to ignore.

Beside her sat Cleo, blonde side-ponytail, sharp blue eyes, arms crossed like she was daring the world to start something. She was every bit as striking as her sister, just in a completely different register: bright, dangerous, and currently looking at me like she wanted me gone.

Both of them froze when they saw me.

Yuna’s lips parted. "Brother...?"

The word carried a note of genuine confusion, as if the person standing in front of her didn’t quite match the one in her memory.

I stepped closer. She straightened instinctively, eyes wide.

"I’m your brother," I said carefully. "Right?"

"Yes... yes, that’s right. You’re my brother."

I glanced at the blonde. "And Cleo is also my sister."

Cleo’s mouth opened, then closed again. Whatever sharp remark she had prepared seemed to die on her tongue. She looked away, ears faintly pink.

"I’ll go ahead," she muttered, standing abruptly.

"What about breakfast?" Yuna asked.

"I’m not hungry."

She left without another word.

Yuna stayed, fingers twisting together in front of her stomach, stealing quick glances at my face.

"Umm... Yuna?"

"Ah... yes, brother?"

"Sorry if this sounds strange, but... where’s the bathroom again?"

She practically jumped. "This way! Follow me!"

She led me down a short hallway and stopped outside a plain door, still watching me like I might vanish.

"Thank you."

I closed the door, turned to the mirror, and almost laughed out loud.

The face staring back was unfair. Sharp jaw, clear eyes, the kind of features that made people double-take on the street. I peeled off the stained T-shirt and found a body that matched: lean muscle, broad shoulders, the sort of physique that belonged on a magazine cover rather than a D-rank student.

Even the rest of me looked like it had been designed by someone with very particular tastes.

"Status window."

**Ren Asahi**

Lv 1

Strength 10

Agility 10

Stamina 10

Technique 10

(Hidden) Charm 999

**Skill**

Insight (Crimson)

**Divine Powers**

Fortune’s Desire

Soul Excretion

Bloodline Allure

Divine Guard

Holy Body

Undying Will

No descriptions. No tutorials. Just raw numbers and names that sounded like they belonged in a late-night adult game.

The goddess had said she removed the difficulty of conquest. Apparently that didn’t include giving me any actual power beyond looking like a walking temptation.

I stared at the list a moment longer.

Soul Excretion. What the hell was that supposed to do?

I pushed the question aside.

One problem at a time.

New world. New family. New life that had started with two sisters calling me a pervert before breakfast.

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