I was in my room, lazily watching porn. Although the scene I was watching was pretty arousing, I couldn't really get turned on, having a lot of things on my mind.

At that time, the house was almost empty. My parents were at work and most of my sisters were out, in various extracurricular activities. Logically, only the 6 year old twins were at home.

Lola and Lana! Twins, but also polar opposites. Lola was the fairyprincess type. I described her appearance in Chapter 69. Lana's hair was more ruffled than Lola's. She usually wore a red cap and dungarees. She loved playing in mud and had an army of strange pets that God knows how her parents let her keep. In any case, both girls were missing one front tooth.

Personally, I think those twins are pretty hot, especially Lola. Lol, I know. If my lust towards Seven and Toph was borderline pedophilia, my lust towards two 6 year olds is outright sickening. But, man, they're so hot, you should see them!

A foot tapping on the floor drew my attention. I turned. Was it Lana or Lol... THE WHITE HAIRED BOY! Again!

I almost fell off my chair in shock. What was that spirit trying to pull off anyway?

He gave me his hand.

'You-you want me to follow you?' I gulped.

The boy nodded.

I gave him my hand, feeling so lost at that moment that I didn't even bother turning off the computer.

As soon as I touched the mysterious boy's hand, we both became immaterial!

The boy started moving, dragging me behind him. We were going through walls, exited the house and entered Lisa's bunker. The moment we touched the entrance, I was blinded by a light.


Lana's POV...

I entered the room our only male sibling shared with Lisa. The door was open. My brother's computer was turned on.

A video was paused. I casually sat on the chair, unpaused the video and started watching.

Any other 6 year old would vomit in disgust at the sight of the things that man and woman were doing. But not me, Lana Loud, baby!

Lana Loud is not afraid of rolling in mud. Lana Loud is not afraid of getting dirty.

'What are you doing?' I heard my twin's voice.

I turned and saw a grossed out Lola. 'First of all, you have no right to access Kirito's computer,' she said strictly. 'And, secondly, EWW, what is that thing that woman puts in her mouth?'

I answered both her questions: 'First of all, bro's computer was turned on and, secondly, that thing is the male pee pee organ and you'd better look carefully, because, when you marry your prince, that's what you'll be doing to him!'

'NEVER!' Lola went in denial phase.

I leant back in the chair in a cool fashion. 'Heh. You're such a baby!'

'WHAT?' Lola shrieked. 'I dare you to say that again. I'm a woman! I have won many beauty contests. I'm a real lady!'

'Then prove it,' I provoked her with a smile. 'I dare you to suck our brother's pee pee organ!'


Huh? Where were we? That was definitely not the interior of Lisa's bunker.

That was... the garden! Did we go through the entrance to Lisa's underground lab only to end up back in the garden? What is going on here?

Wait, someone is crawling out of a dog house. The white haired boy!

I turned and looked at the white haired boy next to me. Are there two of them?

The boy shook his head negatively, as if he had read my thoughts.

I got the message. The boy in front of us was himself in the past. We were in his memories.

I saw the 9 sisters exiting the house. They were giggling and chatting all together. They seemed to have a good time.

'Hey, girls, please, talk to me,' the boy in front of us said. 'I'm your brother!'

DID HE SAY THEIR BROTHER?

I turned to the boy next to me. 'You used to live here when you were alive? You were their brother?' I asked.

The boy nodded.

I turned back to the memory unfolding before me. The 9 girls looked at him with contempt. They kept walking without even gracing him with a word!

'GIRLS, PLEASE, DON'T GO,' the boy begged. He burst into tears.

The girls opened the fence door and left. Just like that!

Soon, mom and dad appeared. Mom was cradling a baby.

A baby? I never saw any baby during my stay at that house.

'MOM, DAD, COME HERE. I NEED YOU,' the boy in the memory cried.

The parents turned to him. Mom shook her head negatively with sorrow, not saying anything.

Father spoke, after some hesitation: 'Sometimes, a cub has to be sacrificed for the pack to survive,' he said. 'Just get the message and leave this house, Lincoln. And never come back!'

'NO, STAY WITH ME,' Lincoln screamed as his parents walked away.

I turned to the boy next to me. 'You're that Lincoln guy, huh?' I asked rhetorically.

The spirit nodded.

'And why did your own family treat you like that?' I asked, shocked.

The boy touched my forehead. Instantly, a part of his memories was transferred to me. No, not just his memories! I could feel his sorrow.

When he died of depression, Lincoln had been living in the dog house for one year! At first, his family would grace him with a word every now and then, albeit words like 'Stay away from me, Lincoln' or 'Don't enter the house, Lincoln' or 'Here's your food and clothes for today, Lincoln.' But, eventually, even that minimal communication stopped. Mom would just throw a plate of dog food or some rags that were supposed to be clothes at him, from far away, not even wanting to go close to him, let alone talk to him!

Lincoln ate in the dog house, dressed in the dog house, studied in the dog house. He knew that, until he left for college or something, that would be his life with the Louds.

But why? WHY? This is so unfair. No human being deserves that kind of treatment. What had that child done to them anyway? And how had they shrugged off his death just like that? That family consisted of monsters!

After another blinding flash, the scene changed. We were at last in Lisa's underground lab.

Lincoln pointed at a safe.

'Is what you want in there?' I asked. 'How am I to open it?'

Lincoln just used his currently immaterial arm to take out a photo. It was a photo of himself.

He gave it to me. Why had Lisa locked that photo in that safe?

With another blinding flash, I was out of the bunker, back in my material body, Lincoln's photo in my hand. Lincoln's spirit was gone.