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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Looking down at her with a venomous gaze, her contradictory posture of swaying her hips was enough to arouse any man. Only after ravishing Sophia once more did I raise myself.
“Haa… Haa…”
Sophia, finally released from me, collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.
Her sweat-glistened skin, her pert breasts, and her flushed pussy, which continuously spat out semen as she gasped, were all incredibly seductive.
As I gently placed my hand on her stomach, Sophia’s eyes shot open. Her gaze remained venomous. But only for a moment. As my hand slid down to press firmly on her swollen clitoris…
“Haak!”
A moan filled with pleasure escaped her lips once more. The semen that had filled her pussy gushed out.
“That was enjoyable, Mother. I look forward to what’s to come.”
“W-What’s to come…?”
“Did you really think this would end after just once?”
Sophia bit her lower lip and glared at me.
“Why that look? I’m simply saying that I, your son, will take care of this body that spreads its legs for any man. You won’t find a son more filial than I among those not related by blood. Haha.”
Sophia was now resorting to insults. It seemed she didn’t remember how she had moved of her own accord, lost in pleasure just moments ago. To be honest, that made it even better.
A woman whose body and mind were at odds… how alluring. And the sense of conquest I felt each time we coupled, as if it were the first time…
I grinned and turned my back on Sophia.
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Day had already broken. It was late morning. I had spent nearly half a day having sex with Sophia. Perhaps due to the energy expenditure, I was starving. I headed straight to the dining hall.
Someone was waiting for me there.
“Anya.”
“Hmph.”
Anya’s face brightened as she saw me enter, but she quickly turned her head away. I sat beside her, and a servant brought our meal before retreating to the kitchen.
Anya continued to ignore me.
“Anya?”
I slipped my hand under the table and placed it on her thigh. Only then did Anya turn to face me. She wore the same sulky expression I’d seen whenever we were apart.
“What were you doing in Mother’s room for half a day?”
Her voice was sharp.
“Are you jealous?”
“J-Jealous? Me? Hmph, wait. Don’t tell me you actually… with Mother…!”
Anya stared at me in disbelief. Still, this was a better reaction than I’d expected. Perhaps it was thanks to her sexual naiveté. I calmly spoke.
“This is all your fault.”
“W-What?”
Taken aback by my unexpected counterattack, Anya was flustered. I continued to press my point before she could gather her thoughts.
“As a lover, you have a duty to satisfy your partner. But what about you, Anya? You climax before me every time, don’t you? Because of that, I have to endure, unsatisfied. Even though my lover is right in front of me.”
From the beginning, I had no intention of being satisfied with just one woman. To achieve that, I had to establish the dynamics of our relationship early on. The future I envisioned, where I would be constantly plagued by the jealousy of multiple women, was a nightmare.
Yes, this was a form of gaslighting.
“I can do better!”
“You’ll grow eventually, so perhaps someday you will. But right now, you’re lacking, aren’t you?”
“No… Ah-”
Before Anya could finish, my hand, which had been caressing her thigh, suddenly slipped under her skirt.
It was already hot and damp there. I could feel the moisture as I stroked the inside of her thigh. Her pussy must be in an even worse state.
Just from touching her thigh? I narrowed my eyes and looked at Anya. She flinched and averted her gaze.
“Since when has it been like this?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“If you don’t know, I’ll have to show you.”
My hand slid up her thigh, aided by her lubrication, and finally reached her pussy. At that moment, my eyes widened. The familiar feeling of cloth wasn’t there.
“Anya, you…”
The back of Anya’s neck, turned away from me, was flushed crimson. I could only imagine how red her face must be.
It seemed the thrilling play we had in the dining hall before had left a lasting impression. Perhaps it had awakened a new sexual desire within her. Otherwise, this boldness was hard to explain.
“Haha, you…”
“D-Don’t laugh! Haa…!”
Anya’s protests faded as I slipped a finger into her pussy. Unable to contain herself any longer, she slumped onto the table. Her body twitched with each movement of my finger, and her moans were sweet.
Click.
The door connecting to the kitchen opened slightly, and a servant peeked in.
“Did you call for me?”
Anya’s collapse onto the table had led the servant to believe I had summoned him.
I waved my hand dismissively.
“Haa…”
As the servant returned to the kitchen, Anya let out a suppressed moan. I was now certain a new fetish had been born within her. The moment the door had opened, her pussy had tightened around my finger with surprising force.
Gently stroking the sticky, uneven walls of her pussy, I whispered in Anya’s ear.
“Can you truly satisfy me like this?”
“Haa… I-I can…!”
“Really?”
“Uh, uh…?”
I withdrew my finger, and Anya looked up at me with a flustered expression. Her face, flushed with pleasure, seemed to be inviting me.
I accepted her invitation, pulling her onto my lap. Her wide skirt concealed us both, and I lowered the waistband of my pants just enough to free my penis. My cock, hidden beneath her skirt…
“O-Oh, brother…?”
Anya trembled as she realized what I was about to do. Was it anticipation? Or fear?
“Haak…!”
Judging by her reaction as my penis slid into her pussy, it seemed to be the former.
Her pussy, already accustomed to the shape of my penis, accepted me with ease. Of course, that didn’t mean the pleasure was any less intense.
“O-Oh, brother… I…!”
Leaning against me, Anya tilted her head back to look up at me. Her honey-glazed eyes and the way she licked her lips told me exactly what she wanted.
I lowered my head, and our lips met. She devoured my tongue as if trying to suck all the moisture from my mouth, her eager movements creating obscene sounds.
Smack. Smack.
Anya seemed to have forgotten that we were in the dining hall, where a servant could return at any moment. I pulled away slightly, and a silver string of saliva connected our lips. Anya whimpered, wanting more.
“Brother…”
“We might get caught.”
“I-I don’t care.”
“Really?”
Perhaps sensing the change in my tone, Anya’s eyes widened. Before she could speak…
“Is anyone there?”
“A-Are you crazy?”
I called for a servant. Startled, Anya’s eyes darted around before she collapsed back onto the table.
The tightness with which her pussy gripped my penis showed just how nervous she was.
The servant, who had entered through the kitchen door, hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of Anya sitting on my lap.
Although Anya had a girlish figure due to her stunted growth, she was actually twenty years old. Such intimate contact between adult siblings would naturally appear strange.
“Did you need something?”
The servant’s face flushed slightly. It seemed she was having some lewd thoughts of her own. Rather than explain, I simply pushed a glass across the table.
“I need more wine.”
“Yes. Right away.”
The servant, glancing repeatedly at the area concealed by Anya’s skirt, hurried away. Her steps were quick.
“Anya. The servant will be back soon.”
Anya didn’t respond. Instead, she shifted her hips slightly.
“Anya?”
“Haa…!”
Anya had covered her mouth with her hand, but I could still hear her suppressed moans. It seemed she hadn’t heard me. She continued to moan and writhe, her movements growing more frantic.
Even I, who had orchestrated this situation, was taken aback.
Clatter.
The servant returned to the dining hall, a brass bottle of wine in hand. In that instant, Anya’s pussy clenched around me with unbearable force. I could feel her trembling through the contact of our skin.
She had undoubtedly reached her climax. And so had I.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
I could almost hear the sound of my penis pulsing as it released its semen. Anya’s tense back relaxed, and a white haze seemed to rise above her.
The servant, who had approached unnoticed, poured wine into the glass, glancing at Anya. Her face was even redder than before.
It was no wonder. With her flushed cheeks, dazed expression, saliva dripping from her lips, it would have been strange if she hadn’t realized what we had been doing.
We had clearly been caught, but I didn’t particularly care. There was no one left in the mansion who could stop me.
With each sound of the wine being poured, Anya’s pussy twitched.
I calmly looked directly at the servant and spoke.
“I’ve heard you’ve all been working very hard with the search. So, I’ve decided to give you a vacation. Let’s say… three days. With pay, of course. And I’ll give you each a bonus as well.”
The servant, who had been looking apprehensive, was startled. Then, as she understood my words, her eyes widened.
“A vacation, you say?”
In this era, there were few holidays besides the Sabbath and religious festivals. Moreover, a paid vacation, and a bonus on top of that? And from me, notorious for being a scoundrel, no less?
But what did it matter? Who would dislike a vacation and money? The servant’s face brightened instantly.
“Yes. Starting now. However! If I see any servants still here after I’ve finished my meal, they’ll have to stay and work. And you, for failing to relay the message properly, will have to stay with them.”
The servant, who had been looking nervous, quickly pocketed the bonus and hurried out of the dining hall.
Anya, still oblivious to the servant’s departure, continued to cover her mouth with her hand, muffling her moans.
I stood up and laid Anya on the table, then began to thrust in earnest. Anya struggled, pushing against me.
“B-Brother…! Someone might see…!”
I pinned her down with my weight and thrust my penis deep inside her. Then, I whispered in her ear.
“Whose fault is it that your pussy won’t let go of my cock?”
“Aaaaaah- I… I…!”
Now Anya, too, was moaning freely. Just then, we heard a voice from behind us. I pulled out of Anya, who was trembling at the peak of pleasure, and turned to see Sophia, frozen in place with a look of horror.
“Y-You… What is the meaning of this…?”
Unfazed, I strode towards her and shoved my cock, glistening with Anya’s fluids and my own semen, into her face.
Gulp.
Sophia’s throat bobbed reflexively.
“What’s wrong? We’re just expressing our sibling affection.”
Her initial shock quickly gave way to indignation. Standing up abruptly, she looked at me with a triumphant smile.
“Hahaha. Allen, do you think your father will forgive you for violating his beloved daughter? You’ve dug your own grave with your uncontrollable lust!”
I chuckled.
“But Father isn’t here. Nor are any of the servants. Right now, it’s just us.”
It seemed she finally realized something was amiss. Her triumphant expression vanished, and her eyes darted nervously around the room as she backed away.
“S-Someone! Is anyone there?!”
She cried out, but no servants appeared. Her face grew increasingly pale.
“It seems Mother needs further education.”
Before Sophia could respond, my hand grabbed her ample breast. Unlike before, my touch was rough, almost violent. However…
“Haa…!”
Sophia’s moan was filled with pleasure. Seemingly surprised by her own reaction, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
I seized the opportunity to grab her buttocks as well, pulling her close so that my cock pressed against her lower abdomen. Our faces were now close enough that we could feel each other’s breath. Sophia swallowed hard.
I smirked.
“Weren’t you provoking me, hoping for this to happen?”
“N-Nonsense… Haa…!”
I slipped my hand under her skirt. Though less so than Anya’s, her underwear was soaked. She must have changed them recently, but it made no difference.
“Nonsense, you say? Then what’s this?”
I held up my fingers, glistening with her fluids, to her face. Sophia turned her head away.
“I-I don’t know anything about that…!”
“You don’t know about the fluids coming from your own body?”
As I’d expected, Sophia’s body was hot. She was the type of woman who couldn’t live without a man. Moreover, she was still reeling from the pleasure I had given her earlier.
“…”
Scoffing at Sophia’s silence, I grabbed the neckline of her dress with both hands and ripped it in half.
“Kyaaak-”
Sophia shrieked like a little girl, covering herself with her arms. Not that it did much good. Her curvaceous figure, with its ample curves and hollows, was as beautiful as a Venus statue.
“Why hide such a beautiful body?”
“My husband will not forgive you when he returns!”
“Then, until he does, you are mine.”
I roughly captured her lips with mine. She pushed against my chest, but her resistance was weak.
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Is it about to be a 2 on 1😏
