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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Anya’s insides were tight. Really tight. So tight it hurt as I pushed in.
I ignored the resistance and continued pushing. I couldn’t hesitate and risk ruining Anya’s first time. The pain would only be momentary. I was confident I could make it so.
Her initially tight pussy gradually opened. Anya’s passage reshaped itself to accommodate my penis. The sight of my massive, club-like penis being swallowed by her tightly closed pink pussy felt almost magical.
Anya was tight, but not shallow. She took me all the way to the root. It was a perfect fit, as if made just for me. I even thought I saw her lower abdomen bulge slightly, as if from the pressure of my glans.
“It hurts…! It hurts…!”
Anya thrashed and pushed against my chest. Her teary eyes fueled my sadistic urges. I wanted to ravish her mercilessly, but…
I couldn’t.
Anya was unique, the only one for me. She deserved special treatment.
“Anya, the pain will only last a moment.”
“Liar…!”
Even with a pained expression, Anya was beautiful. I tasted the tears that welled up in her eyes. Salty. I immediately moved down and kissed her, and Anya responded eagerly. As if the kiss were an analgesic, she delved into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine.
My hands weren’t idle either. I teased her, gliding across her smooth skin, and then lightly grasped her pert breasts. Anya’s hips bucked.
“Mmmph…!”
A moan, undoubtedly, echoed from within my mouth. I chuckled, and Anya shyly averted her gaze.
I continued to caress her breasts. At first, I lingered around the edges, but then gradually moved towards the peaks.
Gulp. Anya, who had been watching with her eyes cast downward, swallowed. Finally, my fingers reached the summit, capturing her erect pink nipples.
“Haah-!”
Anya bucked her hips and, forgetting our kiss, cried out in pleasure.
I continued to caress her incredibly soft breasts and whispered in her ear,
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
“I, I don’t know…”
“Then I’ll have to show you properly.”
Gulp.
Anya’s throat bobbed again. Meeting her expectant gaze, I lowered the hand that had been caressing her breasts. As my fingertips grazed her skin, Anya flinched like a fish out of water.
“You’re quite sensitive for a virgin. Truly befitting a pervert.”
“N-No, I’m not!”
“Really?”
“I, haah…!”
Anya’s hips bucked again. My hand, which had been slowly but surely descending, finally reached her clitoris.
The pain seemed to have subsided, as she now writhed, guiding my penis’s movements herself.
“Still denying it?”
“Brother, that’s too much…!”
Anya wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I didn’t resist, burying my face in the nape of her neck. The rich scent of her flesh was intoxicating. I turned my head and gently nibbled her earlobe.
“Haahng!”
Her moan, so close to my ear, pierced straight through me. I wondered if Anya felt it the same way.
I whispered in her ear,
“Anya, I love you.”
“…!”
At that moment, the pressure around my penis suddenly doubled. As if her entire pussy was trying to devour me.
“You…”
Anya didn’t respond. I glanced up to see her staring blankly at the ceiling, her body trembling. Those three words had been a greater stimulant than all the foreplay that had come before.
She seemed ready. I gently thrust my hips, and Anya’s eyes regained focus.
“Hngh, Brother…?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”
“No…”
Anya’s reply was like a signal to move freely. I didn’t refuse. I slid my arms behind her back and buried my face in the nape of her neck again. Then, holding her tightly as if to break her, I began to thrust.
“Eek! W-Wait. This, this is strange! Strange!”
Anya struggled again. This time, it wasn’t from pain. Her slick, writhing insides responded to my movements. As if with a will of its own, her pussy targeted my weak spots.
Perhaps because she was my half-sister, she was the most delicious woman I had ever been with. I wanted to savor her all day long.
“Relax and just accept it.”
“B-But it’s scary! Hngh, I’ve, I’ve never felt anything like this before, haah!”
“It’s alright. From now on, you’ll feel it all the time.”
“Wh-What?”
“Why? Do you not like it? If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“N-No. I don’t dislike it. Hngh.”
Anya buried her face in my shoulder, avoiding my gaze. She was so dishonest. That made her even more adorable.
I wanted to see a more honest side of her. I pulled her back so that we were facing each other. Now, the only place left for her to look was down. The problem was that down below, my club-like penis was impaling her pink pussy.
“Wh-Wh-What…!”
Unable to look at me, or at our joined bodies, Anya’s gaze wandered aimlessly. I gently pressed the back of her head, forcing her to look down.
“Look closely. Next time, you’ll have to put it in with your own hand.”
“M-Me?”
Gulp.
Anya swallowed again. I placed my hand on her lower abdomen. With each thrust of my hips, the area below her navel would bulge slightly and then recede.
“Yes. You’ll put it in this far. Remember it well.”
I pressed down gently on that spot, and the pressure within her pussy intensified again.
Anya looked up at me with unfocused eyes. A breathless moan escaped her slightly parted lips. I covered her perverted lips with my own. Immediately, her tongue invaded my mouth.
“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph!”
I grabbed Anya’s buttocks tightly with both hands. My fingers dug into the supple flesh. I pulled hard, treating her like an adult toy with rough movements.
However, Anya, already aroused, took it without any trouble.
“Oh, Brother. I, I…!”
I felt a slight sting on my back. Anya’s nails must have left their mark. However, it only felt like a spice to enhance the pleasure.
I thrust even harder, driving deeper into Anya’s perfectly fitting pussy as if it wasn’t enough. Then, when I felt myself reach a little deeper…
“…!”
Anya’s movements stopped as if time had frozen. Conversely, the inside of her pussy squeezed my penis frantically. She had climaxed. And so had I.
“Take it all.”
My penis twitched, spewing semen. As if trying to fill her entire pussy, it seemed endless.
“H-Hot-!”
Anya, now limp, thrashed. White foam leaked from the gap between our joined bodies. Her lower abdomen seemed to swell a little more.
I gently pulled out my penis and pressed on her lower abdomen. The semen that had filled her gushed out.
It was a whitish fluid tinged with red. I had stained the pristine canvas of her virginity with my own color.
I moved up to her head and presented my penis, covered in semen and pussy fluids. Anya, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, reflexively took it in her mouth and began to lick.
My continued training had paid off. Enjoying the sensation, I brought my hand to her pussy.
“Mmmph…?”
Anya, with my penis still in her mouth, looked up at me with a puzzled expression. I stroked her hair and whispered,
“What? Did you think it would end with just once?”
I had to brand her, marking her as completely mine. I had to make Anya look only at me, to make her body unable to survive without me.
Fortunately, I had the stamina and a repertoire of sex techniques from a different era that the people of this time couldn’t even begin to imagine.
Gulp.
Did she sense the future that awaited her? Anya’s throat bobbed noticeably. The movement of her tongue stimulating my penis quickened; it couldn’t have been my imagination.
I chuckled.
“You lewd girl.”
Anya giggled, my penis still in her mouth. She looked utterly perverted.
The lovemaking that began in the early afternoon that day didn’t end until lunchtime the following day. Even then, it was only because Anya, being a virgin, couldn’t endure any more. If she had been able, it might have taken another day.
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Knock, knock.
“My Lady. It’s Bertio.”
“Come in, come in quickly.”
Bertio opened the door to the mansion’s largest room and entered. Before he could even survey the room, Sophia approached him. Her face was haggard, and her unkempt hair was sticking out in all directions. He thought he could detect a foul odor as well.
She looked like a complete wreck. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her like this, but it was getting progressively worse, and Bertio was worried.
“Have you eaten anything, My Lady?”
“Is food the issue right now? It’s been a week since Roland disappeared. But no one has seen him. No one! It’s as if he vanished from the face of the earth.”
“How can we easily find someone who is intentionally hiding?”
“No, something is wrong. Roland would never abandon me. Surely, that scoundrel Allen has done something.”
Bertio sighed softly and shook his head.
“You know that’s absurd, don’t you? Sir Roland being killed by a scoundrel? Moreover, it has been confirmed that Sir Roland was the one who hired the five mercenaries who accompanied him.”
“He used dirty tricks! Dirty tricks…!”
“Then there should be a body, shouldn’t there? But after a week of searching the forest, we haven’t even found a single hair.”
“…”
Sophia stood silently by the window. Bertio slumped into a chair at the round table. His gaze was directed away from Sophia.
“Sir Maxim has sent word. He’s requesting more provisions. But the family’s storehouses are empty.”
“Raise the taxes.”
“We can’t do that. There’s already widespread discontent because of the mobilization for the search. If we raise taxes now, there will be a real riot. Then we’re truly finished.”
Bertio was indirectly suggesting that they stop the now meaningless search and focus on the immediate problems at hand.
However, Sophia interpreted it differently.
“Everything will be resolved once we find Sir Roland. A few ignorant fools can be easily dealt with by hanging one or two of them.”
“My Lady…! Are you really going to do that? Think about when Sir Maxim returns. Imagine how furious he will be if he doesn’t receive the provisions on time! Oh, good heavens!”
Maxim Tobaltz was a man of action. The moment he returned to the mansion in a rage, someone would have to pay the price. Bertio believed there was a high probability it would be him.
Sophia, backed by Baron Lascino, or Allen, the sole heir, wouldn’t be harmed.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll talk to him.”
Bertio didn’t believe her. This was the same Sophia who hadn’t sought revenge when Neri, whom she had grown up with like a sister, was killed by Allen. Would she risk suspicion for him, someone with whom she had a much shallower relationship?
Her extreme reaction to the disappearance of a mere swordsmanship instructor was also problematic. If someone whispered even a word of it to Maxim Tobaltz upon his return, Sophia would have to worry about her own safety.
One thing was certain: Sophia, in her current state, was certainly not someone he could trust his life to.
“Then I’ll trust in your words.”
Bertio left the room, uttering words he didn’t mean. The thought of finding his own way out grew stronger. He couldn’t just sit around and wait to be killed, could he?
Also, he didn’t want to flee empty-handed. How much had he done for the Tobaltz family and the estate? Of course, he had lined his own pockets along the way, but wasn’t that what everyone did?
Bertio’s steps turned towards the warehouse. Even though it was a dusty old place, if he scraped together everything, it would be enough to make a commoner rich.
As he arrived at the warehouse with these thoughts, he found the door open. Startled, Bertio stepped inside and saw Allen sitting with his feet up on the table.
“Oh, Master Allen, what are you doing here…?”
Allen, finally turning his gaze towards the door, said nonchalantly,
“Why? Am I somewhere I shouldn’t be, Bertio?”
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