SpringTime Crime

Ch 2 A Devastating Confession

As a part of the era of culture, I knew almost everything there was to know about the degeneracy of watching people. Its a fetish. Its inherently wrong and intrudes on other peoples privacy.

Still, the thrill of being a god made me continue.

I was unseen. A higher being overlooking the clueless mortals, watching them do whatever they were doing and what they were planning to do. I was an overseer. A voyeur.

I was content with my life. The amateurish shots I took could last me days, slowly getting bored of them before starving for a fresh one. It was a cycle of degeneracy and I loved it.

So it came as a surprise when my phone—which was barren of apps and games in order to save memory space for photos and videos—suddenly had a strange app installed.

”Eh? ” I exclaimed in confusion.

I never downloaded anything nor did I plug any suspicious items in the port so it must be a virus caught on the internet. However, I had two phones. And Im sure as hell that this one wasn the phone I typically use to snoop around the internet.

Its just a storage device full of sexual content.

”Don know how you got here, but goodbye, ” I said before clicking the uninstall button.

A loading bar showed up and in under a few seconds, it was filled to the brim. However, it was still there. The app was still there as if I didn just do what I did.

The normal reaction would be to repeat the uninstalling procedure, and I gladly did just that. Still, no matter how many times I did it, the app was still there.

Akin to my unquenchable thirst of watching people and masturbating, it stuck to my phone like a perverse desire that could never be extinguished.

”Time for a new phone I guess? ” I sighed and gave up.

For now, I prioritized saving my treasures and uploading them to the cloud. It wasn much as I didn have a lot of opportunities to capture people in their most embarrassing state, which was why I treasured them.

Rare things must be valued.

Naturally, I also did a memory wipe after my files were safe. But, as always, the app was still there and at this point, I had no idea how to deal with the situation.

So I took a break and sipped the cold boba tea on my desk.

After that was done, I finally addressed the elephant in the room and clicked on the app, opening it. It didn have a name. Just an interesting icon resembling an old-fashioned weighing scale.

The screen turned black. Almost immediately, a golden text with a reddish hue showed up saying: ”Welcome ”, in a fancy font, and directly under it was another sentence written in the same style.

”Choose your primary skill, ” I read the text aloud.

It wasn a normal virus. It didn act like a virus. Perhaps this wasn a virus at all, just a strange way to promote a game and a skilled hacker installed it on every phone on the whole planet.

Nevertheless, this phone could now be turned to scrap so I had no fear of whatever this thing would do. My files were backed up, accounts logged out, and the boba tea was sipped.

Everything was accounted for and I was ready.

”What are these skills? ” I muttered before clicking the first one which summoned a window bearing the skill description. ”Oh, thats simple enough. ”

The skill name was: ”Lurk ”, an active skill.

However, although it was an active skill, it had a passive effect of raising an individuals suspicion if used when following a target which was just absurd.

What was the point of tailing a person if the said person becomes aware that he was being followed? An obviously trash skill through and through, but only if used to stalk people.

”Stalk huh? ” I muttered.

I had to admit. Although it was trashy, the very thought of watching my prey move about in anxiousness as they look around trying to find the presence that had been staring at them, aroused me to no end.

But I was a voyeur, not a stalker.

An unseen camera. Only meant to observe people in their most natural state and never being found out. As I said before, the hidden eye of god. I was that god. A voyeur.

Comparing myself to a stalker would tarnish my name. I wasn a criminal. Those kinds of people only serve to terrorize the target in order to satisfy their own depravity without caring about the targets emotional well-being.

They walk on a thorny path full of risks as one wrong move would spell their doom. The craziness and idiocy of putting photos all over the walls of their bedroom was a physical weakness I couldn bear to think of.

I refuse to be named a criminal.

I was a rational and cautious stalker. A coward, so to speak. I was the same kind as them, but at the same time, I was vastly different from them. I don belong anywhere and thats okay. I was a god. A voyeur god.

However, they do have an absurd amount of possessiveness towards their chosen target and I must admit that this drive was exactly what I lack. An obsessive love. Romantic.

A guardian in the shadows that would do anything to keep their target away from harm. Even to the point of making their target an outcast. Hanging by the thought that the target only needed them and no one else.

I could never do that.

Even though the very thought of my subjects being stolen away without me getting to taste their body pains me to no end, I must still maintain my distance. Its part of the job and I must abide by the principle of no interference to save my skin.

The moment I stray from my rules and approach the target to either form a normal relationship or blackmail them into being stuck in a twisted relationship with me, it would then dictate the start of my ending.

I must never be caught.

”Brother, ” my younger sisters voice rang, followed by the incessant knocking of my bedroom door. ”I want to ask a favor. ”

Another favor. Well, this was nothing new. At the very least, she was trustworthy and would pay back every debt she owed and I wasn the type to say no to my little sister.

Not when I already saw every inch of her body without her consent—not that I care—and stored it in my treasure chest after spending quite some time setting up cameras as well as making holes to peek through, spying on her.

I have seen her masturbate. I recorded it. I jerked off to her adorable face that was drowning in pleasure. It was hypnotic and to this day, I still haven grown tired of watching it over and over again.

Sadly, that was the only time she had ever done that.

”Brother, ” she called again. ”I know you
e in there playing games. ”

I chewed her words before looking at my phone, ”A game, huh? ”

Thats right. This app was nothing more than a game. A game that could never be deleted and was reeking of suspicion from the very start, but a game nonetheless. Just a harmless form of entertainment.

With my worries set aside, I opened the door to let her in.

Before me was a short girl. My step-sister. Her blonde hair along with those blue eyes were the reason I fell in love with her in the first place. That said, I did have fantasies but reality wasn going with the usual trope of step siblings getting it on.

Probably because Im such a coward.

”Come inside, ” I said, smiling as I pet her head.

She giggled at my actions before hugging me, ”Nah, Ill be quick. ”

”Okay, ” I hugged her back and continued petting her head, all the while thinking of other stuff to stop my little brother from standing up and ruining our moment.

Its a shame, really. I couldve had some innocent bonding time with my little sister like when we were kids. Though, now that I think about it, if I was a bit more cultured back then, I couldve scored myself an actual act of molestation.

And since we were just innocent kids, none would be the wiser that I was doing sexual deeds. I wouldn go to jail. I wouldn be a criminal. Best of all, my sister would just forget those memories when we grow older.

God, I shouldve been more mature back then and quickly realize that I was taking a bath with a girl. Curse my innocent past self for wasting the chance of a lifetime!

”Okay, what can I do for you? ” I asked, trying to keep a poker face while wallowing in self-hatred and regret deep inside. We kept hugging by the door, our heartbeats in sync.

I took a deep breath and reaffirmed my feelings.

Im her older brother and Im in love with my little sister. I was born with the duty to give her comfort and she was there to comfort me in turn. I loved her to the point of breaking past the boundaries of family and I knew she loved me too.

But not in the same way as I did.

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