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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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“Then what’s this…?”
Anya kneaded my penis as if she were kneading dough. My flaccid penis gradually hardened.
Ignorance and curiosity are inseparable. Anya’s eyes facing me were filled with curiosity. As they say, fools rush in where angels fear to tread. How was she planning to deal with the consequences?
“It’s my cock. It’s also called a dick.”
“Cock? Dick?”
Anya’s gaze dropped downwards. Though, it was hidden under the blankets, so she couldn’t see anything.
Anya seemed unaware of the physical differences between men and women. That’s probably why she was so boldly kneading my penis, even after realizing what she was holding.
The desire to paint this pure, white canvas that was Anya with my own colors surged within me.
“Do you know how babies are made?”
I whispered in a low voice as if sharing a secret.
“Oh, babies? Do you think I don’t know that? What do you take me for? They’re made when a married couple sleeps in the same bed.”
“What do married couples do in bed?”
“Um… they hold hands and sleep?”
She spoke confidently at first, but her voice trailed off into a question at the end.
I chuckled. As if aware of my laughter, Anya glared at me.
“Hey, what’s so funny?”
“Babies are made through sex.”
“Sex?”
I prided myself on being a kind older brother. After all, how many older brothers in this world would personally give their younger sister sex education?
“It’s when a man puts his penis inside a woman’s body.”
“You put something this big inside? Where? Surely, not there?”
Anya recoiled in horror and pulled her hand away. The way she subtly shifted her hips back hinted at what she was referring to.
“It’s a bit further forward.”
“Forward?”
“I’ll show you where.”
“Wh, what…?”
I didn’t move hastily. Even though Anya was ignorant about sex, she would still have some instinctive aversion.
I traced my hand along her smooth neck, inside her clothes, starting with her arm. Perhaps because she hadn’t done any hard labor, her skin was softer than any woman I’d ever touched.
Gulp.
Perhaps because my hand was inside her clothes, Anya’s body stiffened, even though I was only touching her arm. She looked up at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes trembling.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m just showing you. It’s more effective to experience it firsthand than to hear about it.”
“B-But…”
“I’ll stop whenever you want me to.”
I said words I didn’t mean as I moved my hand. From her arm, I moved back to her neck, traced her collarbone, and slid down. When I reached her budding breasts, I gently cupped them.
“Gasp…!”
Startled, Anya grabbed my hands with both of hers. However, it was a reflexive action. There was no force in her grip, as if she wasn’t really trying to stop me.
Although she had a thin, twig-like body, her breasts were more developed than I expected. However, they weren’t quite my type. I preferred something fuller, something that filled my hands.
“Small.”
“Th-They’re not small!”
Her sensitive reaction showed that despite her ignorance about sex, Anya was still a woman. Sensing an opening, I gently caressed her breasts and whispered,
“With these, you won’t even be able to properly breastfeed a baby. But there is a way to make them bigger.”
“There’s a way?”
Anya’s eyes widened with hope.
“They say that if you massage them often, they’ll grow.”
“Really…?”
Anya’s hands, which had been holding mine, moved to her own breasts. I wondered if she realized how defenseless she looked, massaging her own breasts while practically lying in my arms.
My freed penis, emboldened, nudged against her lower abdomen. Anya seemed oblivious, preoccupied with massaging her breasts. Or was she pretending not to notice?
I could feel her body flinch every time my penis poked her through the hands cupping her breasts.
“But, they say it doesn’t work if you do it yourself.”
“That sounds like a lie…”
Anya narrowed her eyes and looked up at me. I could feel her warm breath on my face. She was clearly aroused. The flush on her face wasn’t just from the candlelight.
“You can feel it too, can’t you? The difference between your touch and mine.”
“Is that so…?”
It was only natural that my touch would feel different from hers. While Anya tilted her head in thought, I took the opportunity to gently pinch her hardened nipple.
“Hngh…!”
A moan, a real moan, finally escaped her lips. Startled by her own sound, Anya covered her mouth with both hands and widened her eyes.
“See, completely different, right?”
“Uh, uh…”
“Let’s get back to the main topic.”
“Main topic…?”
While Anya was still flustered, I guided her hand down. My hand slid down her smooth abdomen and over her thick bush. As expected, her pussy was soaked.
“W-Wait. There… hngh.”
Anya, startled, tried to grab my hand, but quickly covered her mouth again as I quickly found her clitoris and started to caress it. As if a moan wasn’t enough, her hips bucked like a fish out of water.
“Hngh… this, this is strange… strange…”
Anya had forgotten to resist, lost in pleasure. Deciding that the time was right, I slowly pushed the tip of my finger inside her pussy. Anya’s body bucked again.
“Haagh!”
She no longer tried to suppress her moans, looking up at me with heated eyes. The way she licked her lower lip seemed like an invitation.
“This is where the penis goes.”
“Brother… I, I…”
Anya writhed and squirmed, restless like a creature in heat. The sight of her flushed face, pleading with her eyes, was so seductive that I almost gave in.
I resisted with superhuman willpower. Sleeping with Anya now would be pleasurable, but she was destined to become a breathtaking beauty. I couldn’t imagine how haughty she would become.
If I didn’t establish the power dynamic from the beginning, I might end up being led around by her. That wasn’t what I wanted.
“Now, you understand, right? Then let’s sleep.”
I pulled my hand away from Anya’s body without a shred of regret and turned my back to her.
“What…?”
“Go to sleep. It’s late.”
Anya remained silent for a while. Just when I thought she had actually fallen asleep, her hand crept to my side, then up to my chest, and started to grope me.
I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. I soon realized that she was imitating what I had done to her.
Anya was a quick learner.
“Brother, are you really asleep…?”
Anya pressed her cheek against my back and exhaled a warm breath. She subtly rubbed her body against mine. However, her body, which had already tasted more direct pleasure, wouldn’t be satisfied with this.
“Oh, really…”
Anya’s voice grew increasingly frustrated. I continued to ignore her. Only when I started to fake snores did she finally pull away. Just when I thought she had given up…
“Hngh…”
I heard a suppressed moan. Not just once, but repeatedly. I could imagine what she was doing.
I almost turned around, but stopped myself. It occurred to me that the title “breathtaking beauty” might not simply refer to her physical appearance.
Perhaps Anya instinctively knew how to seduce men. I forced myself to ignore her and tried to sleep.
They say that once a monk tastes meat, there won’t be a single bug left in the temple. I understood the meaning of that saying the next morning. A cool breeze brushed against my lower body, waking me up. I opened my eyes to a bewildering sight.
My underwear had been removed, and Anya was kneading my morning wood as if it were dough.
As my penis hardened in her grip, Anya startled and turned her head towards my face. However, she still hadn’t let go of my penis.
I pretended to be asleep.
“Phew…”
Anya let out a sigh of relief and her gaze returned to my penis. She stretched her thumb and ring finger as far as they could go to measure its size, then pressed it against her lower abdomen.
“This… all of this goes in…?”
It was long enough to reach her navel, and then some. That was partly thanks to Anya’s well-developed hips.
Gulp.
Anya grabbed my penis again. Glancing at my face, she slowly started stroking it up and down. She was surprisingly skilled, even though I hadn’t taught her.
Her other hand was busy pleasuring herself. Just as I had done the night before, she caressed her clitoris and inserted a finger into her pussy.
“Hngh… I, I don’t know…”
She seemed to have forgotten to be cautious, letting out unrestrained moans as if she wasn’t afraid of me waking up.
Or perhaps she wanted me to wake up. Perhaps she wanted me to take her.
What a sly girl.
If her intention was to arouse me, she had succeeded. The sight of her masturbating with my penis was incredibly seductive, and the fact that she was my sister added a thrilling sense of depravity.
“Mmm…”
I let out a low moan and came. My penis happened to be pointing towards Anya. My semen shot out like a water gun, splattering her face and body.
“Uh, uh…?”
Anya, caught off guard, simply stared blankly as she was covered in my semen. She only came to her senses after I had finished. With a dazed expression, she wiped the semen off her face with her index finger and brought it to her mouth.
“Ugh, tastes weird…”
My penis hardened again. Seeing that, Anya licked her lips repeatedly. However, if we stayed like this any longer, the servants might hear us. I let out another moan.
“Mmm…”
Startled, Anya quickly sat up. She cracked the door open to make sure no one was around, then ran out of the room. Now alone, I sat up in bed.
“I need a bath.”
My body was covered in the remnants of my pleasure after defiling Anya.
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“Where’s Anya?”
When I entered the dining hall after washing up, Anya was nowhere to be seen. Thanks to Anya’s seductive antics, it was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch.
“She said she would eat later.”
A servant bowed his head as he answered my question. I could see fear and a hint of expectation in his eyes. Perhaps the servants who had unexpectedly profited last night had spread the rumor.
“Is that so?”
However, I needed to refrain from giving them money. If I threw money around for trivial matters, they would come to expect it and wouldn’t be grateful. Timing was everything.
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Anya didn’t show up until I finished my meal. At this point, it was safe to assume she was deliberately avoiding me.
It seemed she had finally realized how shameful her actions were. I had intentionally sparked her sexual curiosity, but I hadn’t expected it to be this effective.
In any case, it wasn’t a bad thing.
The only person in this manor who could satisfy her sexual curiosity was me. In the end, she would dance to my tune.
I didn’t bother looking for Anya and headed to the training grounds. The bonus stat points suggested that I could grow stronger through training alone. After trying it out, I confirmed that my assumption was correct.
“The problem is efficiency.”
The experience gain was incredibly slow, even though my level was low. That was probably because I had only trained for half a day, but I still felt disappointed. Perhaps it was because I was used to leveling up much faster and easier in the game.
However, unlike before, the training wasn’t boring or tiring. Seeing my progress was enough motivation even for a lazy person like me.
In any case, my father’s death, and Sophia’s subsequent power grab, were imminent. I didn’t have the luxury of slowly growing stronger through training. I needed a shortcut.
And I knew just the shortcut.
“I should ask Sir Roland for a spar when he returns.”
The only way to gain experience quickly was through actual combat or sparring. Actual combat was too risky, so sparring was the only option. The freeloading swordsmanship instructor wouldn’t be able to refuse my request.
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After training, I washed up and returned to my room. Someone was already in my bed.
“Anya?”
The same scent I had smelled on Anya earlier lingered around her. The clothes peeking out from under the blankets were thinner than yesterday’s, despite the colder weather.
I stared at Anya, who had clearly come here early and prepared everything while waiting for me, with a bewildered expression. Avoiding my gaze, she said,
“C-Cold, right? Come in quickly.”
What a sly girl.
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I know right, you guys want to know what would happen for the upcoming night right? xD
bro… at least he did not take it off himself.