Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 18: familiar face

The walk to the bus stop dragged me back to that unsettling day a few weeks ago. The same creepy remarks from women slithered into my ears as I passed by, making my shoulders tense and my senses sharpen. My hand burrowed into my handbag, fingers wrapped tight around the blue taser Elara had insisted I carry.
"Damn, that boy's built for TBC," one woman muttered under her breath, just loud enough for me to catch it.
I froze for a split second, my mind racing. What the hell did she mean by TBC? Then it clicked—tight black cunt. My stomach churned at the realization.
"What a weirdo," I grumbled to myself, picking up my pace toward the bus stop near my house, eager to get out of this unnerving spotlight.
The rest of the walk was calm—eerily calm. No more strange looks, no whispered comments trailing behind me like before. Just the sound of my shoes against the pavement and the distant hum of morning traffic. When I finally reached the bus stop, I sat down on the cold metal bench, letting my shoulders relax just a bit while my eyes stayed sharp, scanning the street out of habit.
I wished someone—some guy, would show up and sit nearby. Not to talk, not to stare, just to exist beside me. The empty bench next to mine felt like a target painted on my back, and every passing car or distant footstep only fed the quiet tension coiling in my chest. Having someone there could've made it feel a little less like I was waiting to be cornered.
"God damn it, Elara," I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists, including the one hidden inside my handbag. "Why do you have to work in the opposite direction of the school..."
Seemingly out of nowhere, the bus rolled up, tires hissing as it knelt toward the curb with that familiar pshhh of compressed air. I climbed aboard, the door groaning shut behind me, and fished a crumpled dollar from my wallet before sliding it into the fare slot. The driver barely looked at me—just nodded once—so I headed straight for a seat near the front. Somewhere visible. Somewhere safe.
No one else seemed to board, and for a fleeting moment, I thought maybe I'd get through this morning in peace. But just as the driver was about to pull away, the doors hissed open again.
A figure stepped in.
My stomach dropped.
It was her—the same fucking woman from last time.
She slipped a few coins into the fare box with a soft clink, her movements slow, deliberate. As she turned to scan the bus, her gaze landed on me. That same sharp, hungry glint flashed in her eyes—one that made my stomach twist. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips like a predator spotting something cornered.
"Well, well, well..." she purred, striding down the aisle with unsettling confidence before dropping into the seat directly across from me. "Looks like destiny's paired us up once again."
I met her stare, refusing to flinch. "Remember what I said last time, lady," I warned, gripping my handbag a little tighter. "You don't want to mess with my sister."
"Aw, come on, sugar, you just need a real woman like me to show you a good time. You'll be head over heels in no time," she purred, her gaze slithering over me in a way that made my stomach churn. If Elara were here, she'd have knocked this creep flat—or better, ended her life on the spot.
"You're repulsive," I snapped, my voice sharp with disgust. "You're exactly what's wrong with this world. Love doesn't mean preying on some innocent boy just trying to get to class."
"Innocent? Hah!" she scoffed, leaning closer, her breath hot and sour. "Look at you, dressed like that. You're practically begging for me to pin you down, grab you by the throat, and fuck you until you can't stand."
I clamped a hand over my mouth, the nausea rising fast. I glanced down at my outfit—plain black pants and a loose shirt I'd picked specifically to avoid attention. Clearly, I'd misjudged. Her words crawled under my skin, and for a moment, I thought I might actually lose my breakfast.
I glared at her, my voice sharp as I spoke. "Don't talk to me anymore, you disgusting creep." I turned my face away, gripping my taser tightly in my hand, ready for anything.
She didn't back off. Instead, she slid into the seat directly in front of me, her eyes locked on mine while I stared straight ahead, avoiding her gaze. I glanced toward the bus driver, hoping for some help, but she was too focused on the road to notice.
"Hey, can you just leave me alone?" I muttered, my tone exasperated. "I just want to get to school."
She smirked, her stare unrelenting, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Come on, just give me a shot at that cock of yours first," she purred, leaning forward, her hand reaching out to touch me.
I didn't hesitate. Before her fingers could graze me, I yanked out my taser, pressed it to her neck, and pressed the trigger. A sharp buzz cut through the air as her body stiffened, her eyes rolling back before she slumped over, unconscious.
"Man, I didn't realize it was THAT strong..." I muttered, glancing over at the bus driver who was still locked in on the road. Eh, she'd get why I did it soon enough.
I'd never felt safer on a bus than I did right now. The whole ride was smooth, almost calming. I couldn't wait to tell Elara about this later. She'd probably pat me on the head and shower me with praise and of course, give me the plaps!
When we finally hit the last stop, I hopped off and tossed a quick "thanks" to the driver. I filled her in on what went down, and she nodded, saying I'd done the right thing.
Walking the rest of the way to school started to mess with my head a bit. I hadn't thought about it until now, but what if Sara was there? My stomach churned. I'd just have to steer clear of her or, if she tried anything, go straight to the principal.
I pushed through the front doors and stepped inside, blinking at how strangely quiet the halls were. The usual morning chaos—students yelling, lockers slamming, the smell of too much perfume—was gone. For a split second, I thought maybe I'd shown up on a holiday by mistake. But no, there were still a few scattered students wandering around, voices low and uneasy.
"Maybe someone called in a bomb threat," I muttered under my breath with a short, nervous laugh.
I made my way through the halls toward my first class—Ms. Rose's room—dodging a few overly chatty girls who stepped a little too close for comfort. Their compliments slid right off me; I wasn't in the mood. So far, things seemed... normal enough. No sign of Sara, which was a relief.
When I stepped into the classroom, Ms. Rose looked up from her desk, her expression softening just a little. "Finally back, Noah," she said. "Take your seat."
I nodded silently and slid into my usual spot, the familiar scrape of the chair against the tile grounding me back into routine.
Ms. Rose droned on at the front of the room, her voice blending into the background like static—something about the project I'd missed, deadlines, expectations, "real-world application." None of it mattered. I already knew where my future was headed. I wasn't trying to be some office drone; I think... I was destined to be a house husband... A dumb, content little himbo who cooks, cleans, and makes his wife/owner happy.
"The more I think about her offer, the more it entices me..." I muttered under my breath, idly doodling in the corner of the worksheet Ms. Rose handed out.
"Quiet, Noah Miller," Ms. Rose snapped, not even looking up from her notes. A few girls turned to glance at me, smirking or whispering behind their hands. I blinked—how the hell did she even hear me?
I sank a little lower in my seat, mumbling softer this time. "I just want to call her..."
Apparently, that didn't escape her radar either. Her head lifted, eyes narrowing. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Noah?"
My heart skipped. What the fuck? I barely said anything.
"No, sorry..." I muttered quickly, keeping my eyes glued to my desk. The classroom went quiet again except for the faint hum of the overhead lights.
"Can it be lunch already..." I thought, slumping forward in my chair. My pencil spun lazily between my fingers as Ms. Rose's voice faded into meaningless background noise. "I just want to talk to Elara... I want her to cuddle me until I fall asleep in her arms."
A soft yawn escaped before I could stop it. My eyelids felt heavy, the minutes dragging by like hours. The clock on the wall ticked with cruel precision, each second a reminder that lunch—and a moment of warmth—was still painfully far away. Today was going to be a long, exhausting day.