I usually get out of bed petty late, very late, 3pm late. I don’t take a shower, I just brush my teeth and rinse my face with some water. I only take a shower when I’m less depressed than usual. The last time I took a shower was last month.

When the amogus memes got trendy, my daily routine changed a bit all thanks to my little sister. I created a small ritual to honor the entire among us fandom because my little sister likes the game a lot and I like my little sister a lot. When I taught her that I like being called onii san, she obeyed me without a second thought. She even loves it and says it sounds cute. Little does she know of my little sister fetish, she’s so innocent and ignorant it feels even more… arousing.

Her red panties, they resemble the red among us crewmate/imposter. At least that’s what I told her when I took them from her. She was convinced and gave them to me. I always make sure that I make everything about me clear to my little sister, I want her to appreciate my honesty and transparency. Of course some people would say that I am contradicting myself, I lie to her and try to hide my fetishes sometimes but that’s because I want to preserve her innocennce, that which turns me on. I think it’s a decent compromise, I am still an honorable onii san all things considered.

My ritual is simple. I cover my face with her panties, they are small though so they only cover a small portion of the upper half of my nose. I run around the house once making sure that my parents don’t see me then I storm to her room, slam her door shut and then I lock it and shout “EMERGENCY MEETING!! 🚨” as loud as I can. She always gives me this traumatized look, I think it’s so cute and innocent. The more I look at her face, her eyes which were wide open glaring at me so intensely, her breathy, incoherent and traumatized mutterings, I get more and more aroused by the innocence of my little sister.

I then take a very deep breath and start shouting “WHEN THE IMPOSTER IS SUS!” with that god awful ear to ear smile on my face from the very well known “when the IMPOSTER is sus” meme. I hate that smile. I fucking hate it. But no sacrifice is ever too great to bring out the absolute horror and terror out of my innocent little sister. Her breathy mutterings, her eyes looking daggers at me while she’s in shock make it all worth it. Heart warming innocence.

Recently though my parents installed a safety lock on my little sister’s room. Her door is only wide open when she’s in school. It’s useless though, she’s not there so what’s the point of it. One day after reading an amogus copypasta I had a brilliant idea. It was a tad bit unrelated but the copypasta was about a student who’s immersed in this cursed “amogus” culture and he tries to troll his friends and school mates. It goes terribly wrong but the student is deluded into thinking he succeeded in trolling his school.

This gave me the great idea that for one to enjoy success, one doesn’t need to actually be successful. Meaning, this person clearly failed but in his own world he thinks his trolling worked. He had something to prove to the world (to his school) and he was happy and freed by his actions in the end. It might have been awkward, but he didn’t experience the cringe. He was happy, at the end of the day, he claims to have trolled the school with success!

This made me recognize my own goals. I want to bring out the absolute innocence out of my little sister. I want to experience, to see the physical manifestation of all purity and innocence emerge out of my cute and innocent little sister. And so I began planing just for that. I fully realized that just like how the student sacrificed his dignity, I too should sacrifice something far greater to achieve more than the superficial goal of simply trolling a group of normies. My goals are far superior. It is to create a goddess of innocence. For that, I should sacrifice something of equal value. I might even have to sacrifice what’s left of my sanity.