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Chapter 1: Rise of the Tiny Love Emperor
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)Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Itsumi. Like some others in the world around him, he was suddenly found with a great gift: A piece of the Goddess of Fate, inside of his soul. The news was as wonderful as it was terrifying. True indeed, it meant that the youth would be powerful indeed, but it was seen as an ill omen by many, an indicator that trying times await those ahead who are chosen to bear such an insignificant shard of the god's power. Either to do great things, or be devoured by those seeking it... Their life was not expected in any small part, to be pleasant. Especially not for a singular boy amidst a sea of female sisters.
The mamono curse changed the way of life in the world, turning the roles of man and woman upside down. Women were warriors, and men stayed out of harm's way. Armor meant nothing, and most things typically thought to be useful to men were rendered useless by the curse turning all monsters into women. Countless men in their heavy armor found themselves in nothing more than iron prisons, at the mercy of the newly shaped female monsters of the world, stripped of all pride and taken by the enemies of human kind.
Answering the call of Fate... The youth eventually set out on his adventure to have his power change the land... His luck wished well, mind for two sticky companions who followed him, even if he tried to dodge them. These two guardians acted as barriers to protect him, while he drifted in the land of dreams...
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Those words echoed in Itsumi's mind every night. He was a spectator to the message given to him, ensuring that it was burned into his memories.
"Unite them..."
Again, and again... Almost as if torturing him. Flashes of faces he didn't know, conflict and madness and bloodshed... All quieted when the voice repeated itself.
"Unite them..."
Between visions, if he gazed into the darkness of his subconsciousness, all he could see was a pair of glowing red eyes watching him from afar.
Always watching, and always preaching... "Wake up..."
It finally said something different. The shock was enough to almost make Itsumi feel as if they were going to wake!
"Wake up, before you're violated." it spoke, all mysterious context dropped in favor of an oddly playful take. It truly didn't make sense, his mind focusing on the oddity that was-
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)Itsumi's eyes opened, feeling like he was released from a spell. All he could see was Kofku, his younger sister,
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as she leered at him. "Since you're not waking up, bon appetit~" she declared her intention to eat her sleeping brother, before his rise gave her a start. "Oh, awake! Your eyes are open!" she declared simply. "I'm a bit sad, I was wondering how far I could go this time with teasing you~" she cooed. Though his sleeping habits were his own, the reason for the teasing was that the dreams were somehow making him sleep longer than he was used to. As if under some kind of spell, he would be at the mercy of the dream while his sister decided to torture his unconscious body. "You're waking up sooner than usual, Itsumi." she declared. "Are those bad nightmares going away? That would be a tiny bit of a shame~" she declared. Though, this was normal. The women both of his household and hometown developed a habit of sexually harassing men after the world changed, and men became a far less dominant force, especially after it was frighteningly easy for a man to be taken over by a female or mamono, given how weak men had become to the new scourge. Men simply lost all their credibility overnight, before women, nowhere near as weak to the charms of mamono, took hold of the vacancy of power. Kofku was no exception."You feeling alright?" she asked. Despite being beset with the desire to tease, Kofku was a good sibling. She had arrived with some cold fruity drink in hand. Kofku, being skilled at the kitchen, an art becoming extinct to women as times changed, produced spectacular results. It looked like a delightful color of Itsumi's favorite flavor, and Itsumi knew well it was blended just right to be tasty and hydrating. It was the perfect way to wake up every morning if one ignored the fact that Kofku is more than willing to rape Itsumi if he does not rise.
It was a good reason to rise. The girl's green eyes held within them secrets of sadism, and hovering over him seemed like a predator about to eat him. Survival instincts told him to worry about this one.