Vincent's body began to stir; he could hear the gentle chattering of three different women, the slight tapping of a cooking board and the scent of a nostalgic stew that his mother would cook whenever he was feeling down or upset.

'Is that mother? When did I fall asleep, and this bed... it smells like Milla...'

Somehow it felt like he was back home; his cheeky sister would change their quilts so they would smell each other's scents or whatever she justified it as.

'Let's get up.'

Vincent heaved himself out of sleep. He felt exceptionally sore at that moment - perhaps even more so than during one of their duels in the past—perhaps it had something to do with that woman who appeared?

However, the moment he felt the pain, a horrible memory surfaced; the black spear, its beautiful shimmer, began to dull as the metal shaft was crushed into pieces by that insane goddess from his early memories, the woman that created him, who was obsessed with him.

She was now...

'Inside Milla...'

He quickly rushed down the stairs, trying to see where she was, worried that everything was too late.

With the feeling that he might never see his sister again, feeling anger at the loss of Raizel, before his body stumbled and slammed into a woman's soft body; her breasts were huge.

Yet spongy as they were bouncy to touch, her lips let out a gentle yelp before falling to the ground; as he was in a rush, he didn't see her, but now Vincent looked properly.

Soft blonde ears, fluffy drill-like curled twin tails, thick, messy fringe, two beautiful eyes peeking at him, and a porcelain-like face beyond the beauty of normal women. He was scared; he knew in an instant who this girl was—yet the man who bore no more emotion took only one glance at the doll-like beauty he had discovered on his floor and shouted—

"You... why are you suddenly a fox!?"

His heart was heavy, but with the nostalgic smell, the sensation of her mana and body scent, he couldn't make a mistake!

'How didn't she die, wasn't her body shattered!?'

"Are you surprised, Vincent?" Her voice was more mature, with her more curvy and adult body and the cute blonde fox tail swaying behind her; those eyes that used to be different were not emerald green, and her arms quickly opened as she embraced him tightly.

Before she could finish speaking, he tightened his grip to hug his sister but stopped; "N-no, I..." he could feel the weight of two breasts pressed onto his chest, which could easily knock him down, but somehow they managed to fit within her embrace without the need to smash each other in between.

'Raizel... that's impossible.'

But how is it possible? Without anything else said, he kissed her soft lips, wanting to know it was real, not some dream to comfort himself, as the kitchen was still noisy with two women's chattering about meat and what to add to the broth.

They left Milla upstairs and came down after all the talking ended, each one holding onto the hand of the other while walking to their mother.

When Mother caught up on them, she had a joyful look; this was like every morning for the family.

Vincent looked back at the woman whom he presumed to be Raizel and broke out into a smile.

"Hehe~ I levelled up!" Her heart beat quickly as he began to stroke her body, checking each inch of her, not caring if she blushed when his fingers twitched and pulled her large cherries, now bigger than before but still light pink and cute. She joked, her warmth, something that was merely created by magic before, was no real...

"Ah... down there is embarrassing... I didn't..."

He ignored her, suddenly lifting her loose eastern-style robe and seeing a thick patch of fur, clearly not maintained yet, but then realised this girl was only changed... Wait!?

"How... How long was I asleep?"

'For how many hours did I waste!?'

"Don't worry, master; you only slept for 6 hours. It is not even morning and is barely night; thankfully, your sister Milla told your mother the truth, and the girls were not too worried; please rest easy... We are making your favourite stew... You need to talk with her..."historical

"Her?"

Raizel looked embarrassed before suddenly realising that this girl had something to do with that insane goddess! He didn't know what, but it made his chest tight, filled with anger and worry. At first, he hated himself for thinking she might be a traitor, but the feeling in her heart, the feelings transmitted as she offered his mind and Anima free entry into her body.

That had been more real than Vincent's mind could imagine...

She couldn't stand his face as she kissed him gently, her arms wrapping around his back as if to tell him, 'I am yours, and I am ready to dedicate myself to you.'

"But... Raizel..."

"What is it, master?"

"Why are you here?" His voice trembled; he wanted to ask that question, but could he trust her?

At least he was grateful that he found her before she died, but she was his friend...

This was a tough choice, but he chose to believe in her.

"Because I've fallen in love with you."

That answer was enough for him. Raizel was happy; she moved her hands to his cheeks and leaned closer, letting her tongue slip through her lips as she kissed him deeply. Vincent's eyes widened; he was almost scared to go further, but he needed the answers...

He knew he had been wrong about her from the moment he met her, but now he was sure of it and would not let her die again.

Vincent pushed her away slightly, pushing her back until they were both on the floor. "Let's go. I want to speak with my sister..."

"Mm," Raizel replied, giggling. "We have time... You'll understand soon enough!"

Vincent raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in her attitude. He just hoped this wasn't another trick...

They walked towards the door. They left the room together, hand-in-hand. Raizel still felt awkward but decided to keep the mood light, so she smiled brightly, looking at the corridor stretching out ahead.

Finally, they arrived at the kitchen, and the image became clear to him, like a mirage or a dream.

His sister, Milla, stood there, wearing only her undergarments, holding a wooden spoon in one hand and stirring a large cauldron.

She wore an anxious expression as she glanced over her shoulder and saw them approach, then turned back to continue stirring whatever was inside, but what stunned him more was the changes in her body, the firm and flat ass, now large and plump as it swayed like their mother's when she cooked in the sexy apron, now Milla a miniature version of Verda, as he felt his body reacting.

"Milla... I can see your ass..."

"Hahaha~ so cute, my little Vincent!" Her voice was more mature, but yesterday's strange twinge of tone existed.

'Why did she choose Milla to latch onto? Damn it, my cute sister... how can I get her out!?'

"My dear brother, please don't be too hard on me. It is difficult to resist such beauty... But I promise I will try harder!"

The teasing note in her voice sent a chill down Vincent's spine. What kind of game was this woman playing? And why did Milla seem to enjoy all these games? She was a child herself, barely sixteen years old...

"Is it you..." He couldn't help but ask as his vision moved to the left, only to see Delphine eating some apples, her beautiful brown hair swaying along with her tail as she watched him quietly, greeting him with a wave and cute smile when they locked eyes.

At the same time, Raizel, behind him, wrapped her arms around his chest and began to sniff his neck.

"Ahhh. Master's scent, I can finally smell it for real... Not pretend and imagine what it is.... his heat... my own heart... Master you, idiot...."

Vincent had no idea what any of this meant. How much more twisted could life become?

And yet, despite everything, he felt relieved. No matter what happened, he knew who he was dealing with. He had faith in Raizel; she never lied, and even if he couldn't read her thoughts, the white lies she made didn't matter.

He could feel her every heartbeat, the warmth and changes in her breath just touching or smelling his body.

The goddess seemed to have been telling him the truth since she appeared, perhaps because she thought he deserved to know.

"I am me; from the moment I was born, Milla and I were the same existence..." Her face turned back to him, a look of seriousness, despite her ass peeking from the thin fabric.

"At first, I was something like the bad Milla that would only come out during her bad moods, or times of anger, or extreme lust towards you..."

"Didn't you want revenge on me, us?"

Her eyes watched him, still stirring the pot, as a more gentle and mature smile filled the beautiful caramel face of his sister.

"Yes, I planned to torture the women around you, that damn Odette, the stupid elven bitch... always rubbing their nasty slut smell on you..."

Vincent felt a pang in his chest; he hadn't known. The goddess had been plotting against him since he was a boy, manipulating people into doing her bidding.

"But you changed that. You saved my life. Then I realised something: you were no longer the man I wanted to hurt. Your soul has grown strong. And I've grown fond of you."

"Or rather... I realised that both Milla's were me, we were one... then... well... we became fucked up! Hahahaha!"

Vincent remembered that before they turned a certain age, Milla would be strange towards him, but never like in the last few years; all of a sudden, she became more sexual and creepy, so he avoided her, even if they were of the right age, there was something at the back of his mind that told him to stop.

Now he understood.

"So you've been fucking with us...?"

"Of course, Brother!!!"

"Why?"

"You're so handsome, smart, kind; you would protect us when weak! Our brother is the most amazing in the world. We wanted to make you happy."

"Why did you do that to me?"

"Because I wanted you to love me, Brother."

"How could I love you? I hate you... I—"

"But you do love me.

Her body was like a mist or light... suddenly her chest pressed against his, the body of Raizel behind stopping his retreat as they both began to sniff his body, rubbing against him.

"I love you, brother. I've loved you ever since I became aware. I've been jealous of those other pretty little things for so long... but now, you can love me, too, right? I'm happy."

"What...?" His eyes widened; his heart beat faster.

Suddenly two voices became interlocked, both Raizel and Milla speaking simultaneously.

"You stupid idiot! Marry me!"

"My stupid brother... Marry us...!"

They both laughed simultaneously, like a chorus echoing through the corridor.

Milla stepped closer to him, her hands stroking his cheek. "Marry us, my dearest brother. I want to be with you forever... I want you to love me as well... please, marry us... please..."

"Please," Milla said again as Raizel's hands tightly grasped his stomach, her lips kissing his neck.

"I beg you master; now I can finally be your woman; my ovaries are real... I can have children... Like Silvaria.... and the others."

That's when it dawned on him that the strangeness of Raizel... all started with Silvaria's pregnancy...

'Is that her dream, her wish?'

He remembered she used to want revenge... to kill those who wronged her, yet now... It seemed that he became her goal and her desire to request him.