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Riku is an impulsive beast who thinks with his stomach. Fio is a manipulative strategist willing to do anything to shine. Together, they are the High Sphere’s worst nightmare.

Tired of living in the wasteland’s filth, the siblings decide to commit the ultimate sin: infiltrate the train of one of God Ramma’s sons.

But what begins as a quick heist falls apart amid torn dresses, absurd violence, and a prize they should never have laid hands on.

Chapter 1: Filth and Blood

A shrill sound cut through all the clamor of the wasteland—the rails screaming. One of those “sons’” trains was passing by, and though the day had barely begun, the entire plain darkened before the sky broke into rain.

Bodies fell from the wagons like drops of water.

Riku stood at the entrance of his home, sweeping alongside his sister.

A fresh wave had dented the roof, and a pair of corpses had landed right in front of him, their entrails spilling over the pavement he had just finished cleaning.

“Ah…” he muttered, tossing the broom to the ground. “I’m sick of this shithole. Let’s go rob those bastards.”

“Sons of Ramma, actually,” Fio corrected.

“Food’s ready!”

“But first, we’re eating.”

“I am. You still have to finish cleaning. Byeeee!”

His sadness swelled as he watched his sister go inside, more bodies raining down behind her.

“I’m going to kill them all…”

Riku cleaned the path again—for the second time. Free at last, he went back inside. At the table, his sister was stuffed to the throat with noodles; his mother stirred food in the decrepit, mold-ridden kitchen; and his father rubbed his temples as he read.

“God… this season is going to be rough for the construction sector.”

“Oh dear God… will we even make it through the month?” his mother asked, shaking the pan anxiously.

“I don’t know, love… They’re barely paying us. The boss has been ignoring everyone’s demands.” He sighed and set the paper down on the hole-stained cloth. “I might need an extra pair of hands at the site.”

Fio, finally clearing her throat, slammed her hands on the table, rattling everything.

“That’s it! It was about time you asked, Dad.” Her teeth gleamed with sauce.

“I wasn’t talking about you… daughter.” He lifted a brow and slowly turned his gaze to Riku. “My son… I think he’s old enough to help.”

“Uh? No way. I already have enough work cleaning every day. Besides—Ah!” Fio stared at him with rage and disappointment.

“Say yes, idiot…” she hissed.

Riku understood—after rubbing his knee—what Fio was trying to accomplish.

“Fine, Dad.” A chunk of ceiling fell onto the table. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Mooom, there’s an eye in my noodles!”

Riku woke early the next day to go with his father, praying he wouldn’t notice Fio sneaking behind them.

“So… what are we doing at work?” Riku asked, trying to distract him.

His father let out a sharp laugh, as if he’d been waiting for that question. “We’re shoveling shit.”

Riku already regretted everything. He glanced back, fist raised, glaring at the shadow following them.

“I’m going to kill you…” he muttered.

The shadow waddled like a penguin, arms swaying at its sides.

“Who are you talking to, son?”

“Ah, nothing… Just remembered something and drifted off.” He laughed loudly and patted his father’s back.

They arrived at the site—a construction pit overflowing with workers. The burned stench of malt and sweat hit instantly, hundreds of men hauling wood and buckets across the mud.

“Watch out below!”

A cloud of dust swallowed Riku, leaving him coated in mud and lime.

“Sorry!” a group of workers laughed from the scaffolding.

“Well… you were going to have to change anyway,” his father grumbled, watching Riku’s disgusted expression.

Things worsened in the showers. The soap slipped from his hands—when he bent to pick it up, one of the men seized the chance to drag his member across Riku’s face.

“Whoops!” the young man sang. “What a bold little newcomer!”

“He seems pretty hungry!” another called from the back.

“You want to see something bolder?” Riku growled.

The man’s dangling extremity vanished. A sickening crunch followed.

“Ah! That bastard bit it off!” the boy shrieked, writhing on the floor.

“Ugh! Do you not wash that thing? It tastes like rotten cheese!” Riku spat.

The laughing men instantly covered themselves, scrambling behind curtains to escape the cannibal. Blood pooled, then vanished along with the injured worker.

After washing, the boss sent Riku to dig up yesterday’s buried waste and corpses. His father, meanwhile, helped the older men reinforce the massive building.

“Hey, you!” Riku shouted, picking his teeth with a finger. “What the hell are they building here?”

“It’s a station,” said the boy beside him. “Looks like one of Ramma’s sons has a new train and needs a resting route.”

Not far from them, a group dressed in purple approached. The boss and his foremen spoke to them; their words were impossible to hear, but the mood wasn’t friendly.

One of the robed figures cast off his cloak, revealing a polished bald head, tribal tattoos covering his face, and skin riddled with metal piercings. He grinned as he raised a finger.

“What the hell are they doing?” Riku asked, resting his chin on the shovel.

“It’s… better not to look too long,” whispered the boy, hiding in the filth. “That’s Baal’s entourage. They bring death wherever they go.”

“Ball?” Riku asked blankly.

“You don’t know Baal?! He’s one of Ramma’s sons. Sometimes they come for slaves… or to collect debts.”

As the cloaked group withdrew, the setting sun caught golden curls among them. Sapphire eyes met Riku’s stare, and the blond youth smiled before disappearing into the crowd.

Later, once all workers had gone and the lights no longer bore witness to crimes, Riku and Fio regrouped near the blueprint the boss had shown the sectarian.

“Alright, here’s the plan: We climb the stairs and get into the train.”

“Brilliant.”

Having no idea what they were stealing—or what awaited them—they leapt into the unknown.

Atop the highest scaffolding, inside a chamber adorned with minimalist gold and porcelain—now splattered with jewels and guard blood—the whole structure trembled with the train’s vibrations. It was only meters from the platform.

“It’s time we robbed these bastards.”

Inside, dozens of lights illuminated a grand hall of pleasures. Perfume and rich meals clashed with the stench of rotting flesh and the squeals of rats feasting on it.

“Another guard’s coming—hide!”

“Where?!”

“I don’t know! Just do it!”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

Fio rammed into a dancing couple, dragging them into the nearest room with Riku close behind. One blow to each head.

“I admit, that’s the best idea you’ve had in ages, Fio.”

“I’m already regretting it. This dress is way too tight—my tits hurt—and it barely covers my ass!”

“Oh really? This suit looks femur-nomenal on me. Never thought I’d look this good.”

“It’s phenomenal. Whatever—let’s go.”

Back in the corridor, a wealthy man stared lustfully at Fio’s barely-covered body.

“Hey! Look but don’t touch!” Riku barked. “Though… for the right price we might reach an agreement…”

The man flushed, drool gathering at his chin as Fio’s chest spilled from the dress.

“It—It would be an honor to do business with you, my lady…”

Fio winked at Riku. Step one was underway, though they still had no clue why or for what. The large man and his friends led Fio through the train cabins.

“Hey! Hands off until you pay, big guy,” her voice fading with distance.

Riku followed, but the crowd swept him away into another section. Neon lights and the smell of grilled meat stole his focus.

“Hey handsome,” a woman whispered. “Want me to show you something pretty?”

“Somethin’… petty?” he mumbled, chewing ribs.

“Something like this.”

Her fingers slid up her delicate dress. Riku dropped the bones instantly—the woman already had him. They walked hand in hand, Riku admiring her thighs—until something caught his eye. Blood on a cabin door.

“Hold up, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

He pushed the door open.

The fat noble lay split open from throat to sphincter.

“I feel like I missed something… Did something happen here, Fio?” he asked, staring at his sister drenched in blood.

“Where the fuck were you, you useless piece of shit?” she snapped, still stabbing one of the noble’s friends. “This disgusting pig tried to screw me—without paying.”

“Well… I got lost. Sorry,” he said, wiping his mouth on the man’s clothes. “Did they say anything important?”

“There’s a vault full of treasure in one of the rear wagons.”

“Perfect!”

He nodded and turned. Ignoring the gutted corpse, he walked to the wall phone, leaving a trail of blood.

“What the hell are you doing now?” Fio asked, wiping her knife on the sheets. “Ordering dessert? I’m starving…”

Riku glanced back with the first crooked smile of the day.

“I’m calling someone to clean this dump,” he said, lifting the receiver. “And for a change of clothes.”

Fio froze. The blood. The fancy clothes. Riku’s stupid grin. She understood.

“I’m calling dibs on the suit. I’m not repeating what happened earlier.”

“Ah… fair enough.”

The pair of maids crossed the walkway, drawing stares. Hard not to—her dress covered nothing.

“Hahaha! I can’t believe you’re actually this stupid,” Fio whispered. “You could’ve asked for a suit for yourself. You do know that, right?”

“Shut up! I—ah—didn’t think about it!” He adjusted the dress carefully. “Shit, this thing is crushing my balls.”

Blood still dripped from parts of it.

“And what’s that between your legs—are you on your period or something?” Fio mocked relentlessly.

Riku reached into the dress to adjust himself when a large, wrinkled hand grabbed his crotch.

“Hello, sweetheart. Need any help?” a group of wealthy men crowded around the “helpless lady.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re touching, bastard?!”

Unlike his elegant, patient sister, Riku’s temper exploded long before negotiations. He punched the man across the jaw, sending him crashing onto a porcelain table. The sound echoed through the wagon—chaos erupted instantly.

“Oh fantastic. Well done, brother.”

“It’s not my fault! How dare he touch a man’s sacred place?!”

“Gu—Guards!” the man shrieked from the broken shards. “Arrest these delinquents!”

A ring of terrified nobles formed around them.

“I was getting tired of peace anyway,” Riku said, cracking his neck.

“One, two… five… ten…”

“Start running.”

“Yes, sir!”

Screams and blood filled the hallways. A metal cart rolled by, leaving Riku open—one man seized the chance and punched him hard, making Riku spit out what he’d been chewing.

“Don’t play with food, you uncultured idiot!” he shouted, stabbing the man’s eye with the chicken bone.

“Behind you!”

Fio’s voice rang out as she repeatedly drilled a spoon into a woman’s throat.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Him… Bitch.”

The pile of corpses grew and their stamina faded. In a final desperate sprint, Riku smashed a guard through a gold-plated door, the body shattering the window.

“I’m done fighting. Let’s hide.”

“A break would be nice… mind if I bring my new boyfriend? He’s got friends.” She used the corpse as a shield.

They managed to hide—for now. Riku enjoyed a moment’s peace, popping grapes into his mouth as he finished off the last guard.

“God. These things are amazing,” he muttered, dropping the vine on the sofa.

“If you’re done, start cleaning this mess, alright?” Fio said, interrogating one of the survivors.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” Adjusting the dress, he noticed an erection. “Seriously, brother? You’re turned on because a man in a maid costume is punching you?”

“Your… balls… are hanging out…” the man mumbled before collapsing.

Riku realized the dress hadn’t survived the previous battle.

“This is… extremely uncomfortable.”

He walked to the wardrobe. Opening it, a luxurious flurry of clothes spilled out—shirts, pants, coats lined with fur, all tailored.

“Damn… this guy’s loaded...

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