My second chance in a strange reverse world!

I felt a weight on top of me, something that didn't let me breathe. I was familiar with this kind of feeling. I mentally snorted at the ironic thought that whatever god of my world would not even let me rest in peace.

Sleep paralysis. It was incredibly frustrating for me to not be able to wake up properly when the day before I could barely sleep, thinking about what had happened during the day or what tomorrow would bring.

Perhaps for that reason, my body always woke me up long before the alarm I set to go to work, perhaps in anticipation of the possible delay if the world itself decided to screw me up a little more by causing me to have sleep paralysis.

"Mhm..." A faint whimper sounded.

That was definitely not something familiar to me. And now that I thought about it, in my haze of intrusive and negative thoughts, it didn't really feel like sleep paralysis. I could move my hand, and even though I had a weight on my chest, I could actually move if I wanted to…

I opened one of my eyes to see what was going on, and immediately I was greeted by a clump of straight black hair in my line of sight. I couldn't help but frown at the sight, Luna?. I looked around, and I was actually in my room, so I wasn't sleeping in Luna's room.

I brought one of my hands to my little sister's pale, bare shoulder and moved it slightly.

"Nghhh," she whimpered. After that, I moved her a little more, only for her to hug me even tighter and bury her face in my chest. I could feel the wetness of her drool through my clothes.

I sighed. "Lun—"

The door opened suddenly.

"Luna, did you finish waking Alex up?" my older sister came into the room.

A sudden silence enveloped the room as her eyes fell on the scene before her, freezing her in place. Her golden eyes roamed over Luna's sleeping figure, glowing with disapproval. Nola frowned, her fist clenched, and she moved closer to my bed.

"I'm sorry, Alex," she apologized. After that, she roughly grabbed Luna by the arm and with surprising force, threw her off my bed onto the floor.

Luna fell with a thud. "Ouch!"

Her gaze turned icy as she turned to look at Luna, and after she gave her some sort of warning, she turned back to me. Her eyes seemed to scan me slightly, until she brought a hand to my hair and gently combed it out. "Did she do something to you, Alex? Did she touch you?"

When Nola looked like she was about to retort with a scathing response, I spoke quickly, not wanting this situation to escalate any further. "It's okay, she didn't do anything, really."

"You see!" Luna cheered, pointing an accusing finger at Nola.

And although it seemed that Nola was going to let this encounter pass, I found myself a little uncomfortable with something, and for once, I decided to express myself. "But still, Nola, I don't like that you distrust Luna. We are family; we should trust each other, not accuse each other of something as serious as sexual abuse."

Nola averted her gaze slightly, turning to look at Luna. "Still, I sent you to wake him up, not to curl up in his bed."

Luna lightly scratched her cheek with a finger, looking guilty. "I tried, but he just wouldn't wake up, and his body is so hot..." Nola and I raised our eyebrows at that, and Luna quickly corrected herself with a jump and a worried look. "Ah! Not in that way! I mean warm! Not in a weird way!"

Nola did not seem convinced but when I nodded with a smile she simply shrugged her shoulders.

When Luna and Nola got into a conversation about not sleeping in my bed, I tried to remember what happened yesterday. It wasn't hard. I simply finished playing with Luna and came to my room to look a little deeper into my personal belongings. I didn't find much besides what you would expect from a girl's room—some makeup, tight clothes, and lots of shoes. Still, it was a bit surprising to find my handbag... I couldn't imagine going out with that pink and shiny handbag, just not.

With the background sound of my sisters arguing about it being inappropriate to be in my room, I realized the significance of spending a night and waking up in this unfamiliar world. Perhaps that's why I went through my belongings late at night, driven by a subconscious fear of sleeping and waking up from this peculiar yet oddly comforting dream.

But all those worries dissipated as I observed my sisters engage in a heated argument, their words laced with profanity as they debated the appropriateness of Luna resting her head on my chest. I couldn't help but release a sigh of relief and suppress the urge to burst into mad laughter, knowing that my earlier paranoid fears had largely subsided.

"I didn't even notice!" Luna protested.

"I witnessed that lewd smile on your face while your head was resting on his chest," my older sister retorted, crossing her arms firmly over her chest.

"Slander! I wasn't even conscious!"

"That just means that even asleep you are perverted and a danger to Alex."

Did my words mean nothing? They almost made me want to slap my face.

Luna took a step forward, approaching Nola and looking really angry. "You!"

I shook my head and got out of bed, drawing my sisters' attention to me… and my kitten print pajamas. It might be degrading in a way if I had pride, but I wasn't going to change it, it was comfy as shit.

Either way, I could see Nola's gaze linger on my chest before she narrowed her eyes at Luna. I lowered my gaze and saw only a rather large and uncomfortable saliva mark above my chest.

I put aside my discomfort and advanced toward my closet. "I'll change and shower, you can go ahead..." I was feeling a little playful this morning and decided to take a little more advantage of my position in this world. "Unless you want to stay and watch..." I motioned to start taking off my clothes.

Luna turned extremely red in the face, her eyes practically opening a hole where my shoulder could be seen, and Nola simply tensed up before dragging Luna out of my room.

I laughed at their discomfort, enjoying a little more about how a simple gesture could make a girl feel. I felt strangely powerful. Was that how girls felt in my old world? That's why they always seemed smug.

I shrugged my shoulders and concentrated on the task at hand.

What the hell am I supposed to wear out of this demon closet?