Life working for the Zoldycks was simple, unadorned, and mundane. Beneath this surface calm, the Zoldycks remained unaware that I had not abandoned my grand endeavor of ensuring Kalluto’s birth.
I simply hadn't conceived of an excellent plan to put it into action. I was so bored I had resorted to searching for the latest aphrodisiacs online.
Damn it, if the Zoldyck family didn’t have such high resistance to poison and such unwavering willpower, I would have already used aphrodisiacs (lethal dose) on Silva and Kikyo, making them forget to take precautions. Then Kalluto could have been born.
It's too difficult, the Zoldycks are too difficult.
The phone alarm rang, signaling the end of my one hour of internet time. I couldn't play too long, or Kikyo might find out. It was time to head home, and as usual, I needed to pick up some souvenirs for my younger siblings. No, no sisters. After I returned, Milluki, true to his word, swapped his women's clothes for his usual attire and quickly reverted to his happy, obese shut-in lifestyle. Now, there wasn't even a fake sister in the household.
When I gave Illumi the snacks I bought on the way, I asked him when he would wear women's clothes again. He replied that he would when a mission required it. I said he didn't need to suppress his true nature and could wear them anytime, especially since I needed a sister. He said it wasn't his hobby but that he could charge by the day. So, I declined his paid service for wearing women's clothes. I didn't have that kind of spare money to waste on him.
When I gave Milluki the snacks I bought on the way, he first proudly showed off a new game exploit he had found, claiming to be the only one in the world who knew about it and asking me to keep it a secret. However, as soon as I walked in, I saw his computer screen flash with a title that roughly read, "Showing Off the Latest Game Exploit Post," and the poster’s ID was his own.
Then he started complaining about the Zoldyck family's favoritism towards Killua, like how Killua could be picky with his food or smear snot on his brother’s clothes—trivial matters.
What was there to fuss about? Was he a little brat?! Oh, he really was an eight-year-old little brat.
When I gave Killua the snacks I bought on the way, his sweet smile calling me "Onee-chan," and the jam stuck to his chubby cheeks were especially cute. He was an angel, so his portion was the most expensive.
Alluka was too young, and the snacks were high in sugar, not suitable for him. So, I gave him a shiny light ball to play with. He chased the rolling ball, crawling around. He was cute, but not as cute as Killua. I had a neutral impression of Alluka in the original work, but Killua would value this sibling greatly in the future, more than his feelings for his other brothers. This meant Alluka's favorability was tied to Killua's; if Alluka disliked me, Killua would also dislike me. That wouldn't do, boo hoo. Alright, I would treat Alluka well within my capabilities.
As time passed, Kikyo still showed no signs of pregnancy. Relying on the original work's power to manifest and cause her to become pregnant again unexpectedly seemed unlikely.
Over the past year, I had intermittently scoured the internet in internet cafes, almost covering every related webpage about having children. I couldn't find anything new. Everything I found was useless.
"..." After slumping in the chair for a while in emptiness, I decided to satisfy worldly desires for the first time in a while.
It was said that the early rapid development of the internet originated from people's worldly desires.
Although the technological development level of this world was comparable to that of ten years prior in the "real world" with its clunky desktop computers, the worldly resources on the internet were unexpectedly abundant. Coupled with the existence of creatures and superpowers not present in the "real world," and even lower moral standards, the variety of things I encountered opened my eyes.
Wow, this kind of stimulating content, was it really something I could see for free?!
It felt like I had rediscovered the youthful joy of secretly going online to play games years ago in the "real world." Later, when my family bought a computer and I could go online openly, my passion for playing games online had mostly waned. Was this the feeling of "stolen goods are sweeter"? I loved it, I loved it.
Huh? Did it feel like every time I went out, it wasn't to do missions, but to go to the internet cafe?
No, no, no. I went all out on every mission. After all, dying was a small matter. If I didn't die, suffering torment would be miserable.
Didn't Silva talk about a Zoldyck being cut into 84 pieces and put into glass jars? But he said it without proof. How did I increasingly feel like he was just telling ghost stories to scare me?
Users with the Enhancement Nen type are the best liars; don't trust them blindly! It's only now that I'm belatedly thinking of asking him for proof of that story. Will he be displeased by my distrust? No, I don't want to try. Regardless of the truth, it wouldn't benefit me.
Let's go online instead.
When strangers gather online under virtual usernames to discuss, worldly topics are almost the only type that doesn't lead to arguments or flame wars. You can always see heartwarming replies like "May your life be peaceful."
After spending a long time lurking in various forums, I successfully integrated and obtained a shared account, with a sharing limit of five people.
This account had membership privileges for the world's largest worldly resource sharing website, granting access to most of the site's resources. The remaining advanced resources required separate payment. Maintaining membership required monthly payments, which were shared by the网友 who shared the account. Any resources requiring additional payment had to be purchased out-of-pocket.
Like me, many people didn't register their own accounts but chose to join shared accounts for various reasons. Some wanted to save money, some were underage and couldn't pass real-name verification, some didn't want to use their own identity and worried about their account information being accidentally leaked and their fetishes revealed, some were in regions where the website didn't support registration, and some wanted to find like-minded netizens for private communication. The reasons were diverse and numerous.
There were several ways to top up the shared account. I chose to buy gift cards from the world's chain department store and sent the card number and redemption code to the account registrant, counting it as my contribution of the corresponding amount to the account.
Involving monetary transactions, especially online activities, could easily lead to scams. However, this was genuine shared interest. Even though it wasn't for noble purposes, I saw selflessness and order, sincerity and trust. More than the worldly resources I ultimately obtained, the rare brilliance of humanity moved me. So, it's true that the truly important things are obtained before the desired items are acquired. Ging Freecss, you didn't lie to me. (Ging: ???)
Speaking of which, fanfiction often features such plots, right?
Plots involving joint missions with Illumi.
Come to think of it, the number of times I've collaborated with him is actually very few. Simple tasks could be handled individually, while difficult ones were done with Silva or Zeno.
Unknowingly, I've been going out alone to get online for... no, I've reached [Successfully Completed Zoldyck Missions (26/999)].
Illumi Zoldyck, the honor student of the Zoldyck private school, the eldest son who lived up to expectations, the star performer, the number one tool, naturally had a much higher performance record than mine. Therefore, he ultimately couldn't escape the worldly truth of "walking by the river often, you can't help but get your shoes wet." He failed in a mission and sustained an injury that wasn't severe but not minor either.
The reason I knew about this promptly was that I had previously instructed all the butlers guarding the courtyard and the airship tarmac to secretly text me if they saw an injured Illumi.
Upon receiving the text, I headed straight for the main mansion entrance and "coincidentally" ran into Illumi. Then, I feigned a typical Zoldyck greeting, asking him how his mission went.
"A slight miscalculation," Illumi replied truthfully. "I'll probably be punished."
Internally cheering "Hooray," I maintained a calm and indifferent demeanor on the surface, nodded, and left.
This was a very important prelude. Afterward, I naturally obtained the position of executor for punishing Illumi through Kikyo.
Kikyo didn't suspect why I suddenly wanted to "educate" my brother. Instead, she was quite pleased that I was acting more like an older sister.
No, a normal older sister wouldn't look forward to punishing her brother, would she?
It didn't matter. Kikyo's warped values actually made it convenient for me to exact personal revenge.
Never mind anything else, Illumi just deserved a beating!
The long-standing grievances desperately needed to be settled.
Whip him! Whip him! Whip him!
"Sister?" Illumi had just taken off his shirt and asked, "What's wrong?" upon seeing me push open the interrogation room door, unaware of my intentions.
I deliberately played coy, offering no reply. I closed the door and slowly walked towards him. As the distance closed, I saw a relatively distinct scar on his side, a shallow pink color where the scab had just fallen off. Ah, so that was the most severely injured part of the mission.
Slightly raising the corners of my mouth, I walked past him to the wall and reached out to take one of the soft whips. The answer was clear. Unless Illumi was blind, he couldn't possibly misunderstand my intentions.
"How rare," Illumi, completely failing to grasp the tense atmosphere I was creating, chatted with me about family matters. "Don't you think doing these kinds of things is a waste of time? Is it someone's order?"
It is a waste of time, except when whipping Illumi, which is not a waste of time because the opportunity is rare and precious.
My time is very valuable. I wouldn't waste time with Illumi. With a serious expression, I pointed at the handcuffs hanging in the air, signaling him to follow the Zoldyck procedure.
A person under the eaves has to bow their head. Illumi chose to comply with the Zoldyck regulations and obediently stepped forward, putting on the handcuffs himself.
I adjusted the length of the chain connected to the handcuffs, pulling Illumi up so he could only touch the floor by standing on his tiptoes, the standard distance.
Excited, very excited. This punishment had virtually no limit; the only limit was the executor's stamina, meaning I could whip him to my heart's content, more freely than stuffing myself at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Because buffets have limited operating hours every day, and Illumi's reflection period this time was three days.
Eating at a buffet for three consecutive days would be tiring. I decided to personally handle one day and leave the remaining two to the butlers. I couldn't waste too much of my personal time.
To alleviate the monotony of prolonged repetitive physical labor, I took out my portable music player, put on headphones, and began listening to music while raising the whip.
Illumi was a standard Zoldyck; he didn't make a sound when whipped. Whipping him was like whipping air, with only the sound of the whip. I felt like those elderly men in the park in the "real world" swinging their extra-long whips.
After more than an hour, Illumi was drowsing as if the whip didn't exist.
This was boring. I started questioning my life.
Recalling the scene in the original work where Milluki, venting his frustrations, whipped Killua until he was covered in bruises, while the latter slept soundly and unfazed, I suddenly realized... Milluki was me?!
I wasn't the righteous protagonist, but the villainous supporting character.
Milluki could at least threaten Killua with the safety of Gon and the others. What could I threaten Illumi with?
My only advantage was my birth. Under the premises of seniority and gender distinctions, Illumi would likely never have the chance to whip me in this lifetime. This was the privilege of being Illumi's sister. Theoretically, single-handedly whipping him sounded quite satisfying.
However, the actual operation was quite disheartening. Even when the opponent is lying down for you to abuse, a poor student like me can't even put in the effort.
Damn it, why did I have to empathize with Milluki?!!!
I picked up my portable music player, took off my headphones, and decided to abandon my principle of "not hitting the face." I whipped Illumi across the face, which finally elicited some reaction from him, but he merely opened his eyes and looked at me.
"What time is it?" Illumi surprisingly asked, concerned about me. "If Sister doesn't eat on time, Mother will be unhappy."
So infuriating! He was implying I was weak from not eating enough! I was completely experiencing Milluki's perspective!!!
And I could only follow Milluki's example, angrily adding more force to the whip.
"Sister's whip is still the same as it was years ago," Illumi's mouth bled, but he remained as calm as an onlooking spectator from a bird's-eye view, his tone unchanged as he commented, "No progress, your technique is too unrefined, you lack practice."
"..." What? Are you telling me what to do again?!
I moved closer to him, held his chin with my left hand, and met his gaze at close range.
"Do you need me to teach..." He couldn't finish his sentence.
Taking advantage of him speaking, I unexpectedly shoved the whip handle into his mouth. Then, I cupped the back of his head with my left hand, preventing him from dodging.
"!" His eyes widened, the most obvious surprise that those inorganic black eyes could express.
I really wanted to push it all the way in, to let him experience what "deep throat" meant. However, the image of him accidentally spitting it out would be unsightly and inconvenient for me to clean up afterward, so I restrained my strength, trying not to touch his tongue or tonsils.
At this moment, sound was needed to accompany this.
Illumi was gagged and unable to speak.
It had to be me then.
Donning the vocalizer, as a dutiful villainous supporting character, I stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Illumi's cheek, and softly uttered his name.
"Illumi Zoldyck."
With what might be the most joyful tone of my life.
"I don't need you to teach me."
My left hand holding the back of his head pulled his hair, tilting his head back, preventing him from spitting out the handle in his mouth. My right hand moved down, feeling the shallow pink scar on his side. It wasn't very smooth, bulging slightly compared to the surrounding skin.
Illumi's initial surprise faded from his face, and he returned to his expressionless state.
My hand transformed into a claw, and my sharp fingernails lightly dug into the scar, scraping it bit by bit. A hint of bloodiness filled the air.
"Illumi," my nose brushed against his earlobe. "I know much, much, much more than you do."
Methods of interrogation that leave no obvious injuries were not only taught to me by the Zoldycks; humanity in the "real world" had countless such methods throughout history.
Most importantly, the interrogation room had no surveillance.
Illumi probably wouldn't talk about what happened either, because this was just an applied problem from the Zoldyck's mandatory interrogation course, wasn't it?
"This situation, for you, isn't a difficult problem, is it, Illumi?" I wanted to do something more excessive, an advanced question that the Zoldyck's interrogation courses hadn't taught me.
A little below his soft side was the pelvis connecting the torso and the lower limbs. Illumi was quite slender, without any excess fat. Through the thin layer of skin, I could clearly feel the edge of that bone.
... Destroy him.
My heartbeat suddenly quickened, and I closed my legs.