I stood before the door that led into my domicile, I took a long breath before pressing the watch to the scanner. The door clicked open leading to the main living room that doubled as the dining room as well as the kitchen. Sitting on the dining table chair that faced toward the entrance was the last person I wished to see, my younger sister.

If I looked at her objectively, I would say she was 11 out of 10 on the attractive scale and she had a gift that manipulated emotions in some way like the rest of us. Unlike me who hid my traits as best as I could, she was a flaunter, granted everybody in this household was the same, I was just the black sheep of the family. Now for the parts that I did not like, even in a world where sex was so freeform, she was considered a slut and a whore and she reveled in it. I knew she fucked every able body in this entire housing unit which housed around 120 families. She had a diary of everybody she fucked and the real kicker, she enjoyed how men would destroy their lives pining after her, she desired and craved attention. Maybe she would change if she found someone she fancied but that was the real crux she did obsess over a bloke, and this was why it was very creepy that unfortunate person was me.

The 17-year-old girl that over the last two years downed over 400 bodies in the last two years if you believed her diary lusted over her brother like nothing else. To prove my point, her eyes lit up and she left her unfinished meal and bounced to me. She leaped onto my arms in what she called a family hug which she did to no one else. She was not fat by any stretch, the word people would use to describe her body was voluptuous, she squeezed me tight rubbing herself on me very inappropriately squishing her massive breasts on my chest. In the house, all she wore was her birthday suit. Nudity was very common and there were no laws against nudity only that you are required to protect parts that a feral monster girl can attack and feed on if you are in any outdoor environment. Clothes existed as a fashion statement and to protect you from the elements.

The one thing I knew was that she did not love me in any way shape or form. I was simply the pinnacle achievement in her eyes, with similar levels of good looks, similar power, and social standing but most of all I was a taboo one that did not break under her yet. At 9 our youngest sister was not someone she fancied and our dad banged on more than one occasion.

After a hug that lasted way too long, she let me go and I booked it to my room. I could feel her influence rubbing on me and despite my resistance she was strong and I was currently crippled, my house was a pigsty with some of the most depraved thoughts around and was the original reason I practically lived at the monster girl park.

Thankfully both my parents were out otherwise I would have had to subject myself to their thoughts. Inside, both my cat girls in their cat forms jumped on me and unlike my sister, I did not feel uncomfortable. They started purring and brushing themselves with the occasional meow. Mostly, though, they were very pampered, and right they wanted a snack which I could not provide them.

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"Not today."

Being B class and taught for long enough both understood the human language with a great degree of proficiency. Both made an irritated meow but did not pester me anymore, these two were very well-disciplined despite all my pampering.

My room was rather bare with a wall closet, a bed, and a desk with my most expensive property X.L.L Mk.IV a super high-end laptop bought using money from a very dark time in my life.

I sat and started registering my entry to the 'Brighter Future Program' of B.F.G. for short. Upon the 10s of thousands of people giving the exam every year only the top 1000 students are given that privilege. I did not care all that much about what they had to teach in that six-month program but you are given a lot of starting benefits based on how well you do in the program, the pinnacle of which was an A-class monster girl to the top 10 finishers. The small matter of being given a B-class license if you just passed the program did not hurt either where people start with an E-class license.

I just had to click yes on a lot of legal documents for liability and consent reasons. Sure I was expected to read the 100000+ word documents but very few people did.

While I was doing it, Ebony my white cat with black stripes jumped on my lap to take a nap while Ivory who was colored the exact opposite lay across my neck like a scarf. All three of my monsters oozed content lethargy and that did wonders on my mood. I sighed lost in my little slice of heaven when all of it came crashing down with a knock on the door. The sudden wave of lust washed over me and made me turn the dampeners off immediately because I knew who was on the other side of the door, my birth mother.

Without waiting for my answer the woman walked in she was the sin of lust made manifest and she was a rare exception who liked dressing modestly. Exaggerated curves that tapered in a perfect hourglass, wide hips, a large bust, and rear, a flawless, heart-shaped face that housed puffy naturally ruby red lips, large blue eyes, a natural blush, and long eyelashes, even her nose was perfect. In higher classes, you get naturally more beautiful as your mana makes you a more perfect version of yourself and many people mistake both my mother and my father for S-classes.

What I liked about my mother, she was like the perfect housewife and she acted the part with machine-like accuracy. Now for what I did not like, she groomed me from a very young age and my first sexual experience and every sexual experience with a human since was with her.

One might ask why I did not blow the whole thing off. Two reasons, my little sister had done no wrong and the contract was giving us a cushy life, all of that would go down the drain, my mother and father would go to prison and I did not even want to think of what would happen to my sisters with their powers and looks, the system was very dark, I knew firsthand. Second, my mother suffered from that very system, her mental scape was a jagged mess and she hung on to me like a drowning mess. I had looked into her past, something I had to dig into because it was kept very well hidden and if I had to describe it in two words it would be 'extremely brutal'. My father was very abusive and got away with way too much with his looks and charisma alone. Needless to say, my mom was a hair's breadth away from snapping and I was pretty much the last straw.

From her look, she got catcalled again and needed her blanket, me.

"Come here."

I sighed, I could not get away from this house fast enough.