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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Did she instinctively sense something was amiss? Eleanor desperately rubbed her face against the pillow, her loosely tied blindfold swaying precariously.
‘If she finds out now, you’ll lose your chance with the princess forever.’
Anya, embracing me from behind, whispered in my ear, her hot breath tickling my skin. Her hands roamed across my chest and my erected dick.
“From the beginning, Eleanor had made it clear that she disliked me. If she discovered this situation, our relationship would deteriorate beyond repair.”
Not only would I lose my chance with her forever, but my plans could also be ruined.
‘Use your dick to conquer her. Make her addicted to it, so she can’t live without it.’
Anya continued whispering, rhythmically stroking my dick.
‘You’ll like it too, Brother. I slipped a finger inside her, and she’s so tight! I thought she was going to rip!’
Anya guided my painfully erect dick toward Eleanor’s pussy. The throbbing, engorged shaft, its veins pulsing, looked even more monstrous against her delicate, rosy pink flesh.
Just before the tip touched her, I grabbed Anya’s hand and stopped her.
‘This is a sloppy plan.’
I, too, had once thought like Anya, that physical pleasure was enough to completely control a woman.
However, Sophia had taught me otherwise. There was something more important than physical pleasure. If Eleanor possessed the same will as Sophia, this would be an irreversible mistake.
I was a scoundrel, not a fool. I wouldn’t jeopardize my plans for mere physical gratification.
‘And it’s undignified.’
I didn’t like the idea of forcing myself on her. It felt like a loss.
Moreover, I wanted to possess Eleanor completely, both body and soul.
Furthermore, despite the intimate contact, the Lady Lord’s ability hadn’t activated. This was proof that I, like Anya, was immune to it. While I didn’t know the reason, there was no need for further testing.
‘So you’re giving up on this opportunity?’
Anya pouted. I gently stroked her hair.
‘Hardly. Isn’t this your first gift to me?’
Of course, I wanted to have my way with a beautiful, high-born woman. I simply preferred a different approach.
I slipped off the bed without Eleanor noticing. She was still struggling to remove her blindfold and thankfully didn’t seem to notice my departure.
I quietly opened the door. As I had instructed beforehand, the hallway was empty.
I waited, my hand on the doorknob, until Eleanor removed her blindfold.
Anya, realizing my intention, grinned and resumed fondling Eleanor. Then, as the blindfold came off,
-Creak.
I deliberately made a noise as I opened the door. I made eye contact with Eleanor, the blindfold askew, revealing one of her eyes.
My surprised face was reflected in her wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Anya? And… My Lady Lord? What’s going on?”
I feigned surprise, as if I had just entered the room. Anya, too, looked at Eleanor, scratching her head.
“Ah, we’ve been caught…”
“D-Don’t look!”
Eleanor, finally realizing the situation, struggled, oblivious to the fact that her movements only served to further expose her.
Anya smiled at me and slowly untied the chains binding Eleanor to the bed, giving me ample time to admire the view.
Eleanor, freed from her restraints, covered herself with the blanket and retreated to the corner of the bed, her head bowed, as if trying to escape the situation by ignoring it.
Of course, I didn’t give her time to think.
“My Lady Lord…? What is the meaning of this? Why were you naked in bed with my sister? Please explain.”
“That is…”
Eleanor, finally raising her head, avoided my gaze, flustered.
“That is?”
“W-We were just… discussing some… womanly matters.”
“Naked and completely exposed?”
“M-My body isn’t… normal… So, I need to… compare myself to others when something seems… unusual. Y-Yes, that’s it.”
Eleanor’s voice gained strength as she tried to convince herself with her absurd excuse.
I suppressed a smile and approached the bed.
“W-Why are you coming closer?”
Eleanor clutched the blanket tighter and retreated further. My gaze, however, was fixed on the center of the bed, where Eleanor’s ass had been moments ago.
“So you wet yourself?”
Eleanor’s face turned crimson as she followed my gaze. Her pale skin made the blush even more prominent.
I lifted the bedsheet. The map of fluids Eleanor had created glistened in the candlelight.
“Th-That’s not urine!”
“Then is it all sweat? But the smell…”
As I brought the bedsheet closer to my face, pretending to sniff it, Eleanor quickly snatched it away.
I had no choice but to release it. However, there were other benefits.
The blanket covering Eleanor’s body had slipped down, revealing her massive boobs and smooth pale skin.
Eleanor, oblivious, was focused on retrieving the bedsheet.
“S-Sweat. Yes! It’s all sweat!”
“Then why were you restrained?”
I pressed on, not giving her a chance to recover. Preoccupied with finding an excuse, Eleanor didn’t even bother covering herself.
“It was for… therapeutic purposes!”
“Therapeutic? By Anya, who isn’t a physician?”
“Yes! Anya is intelligent and knows a few things about herbs and healing.”
One lie led to another. It was a lie that would be easily exposed. Eleanor looked at Anya, pleading for help. Anya, however, feigned ignorance.
“Um… me?”
Eleanor’s face paled. Her eyes darted nervously, her teeth chattering.
Tears welled up in her large eyes. She tried to change the subject, her voice trembling,
“A-And what brings Sir Allen to Anya’s room so late at night?”
“I’ve just been reunited with my only sibling after a long separation. We have much to discuss.”
“Still, it’s late…”
“History is made at night.”
I gestured to Anya. She readily slipped off the bed and into my arms, her eyes gleaming as she looked up at me.
Maintaining eye contact with Eleanor over Anya’s shoulder, I grasped Anya’s ass.
“Haa…”
Despite my fingers digging into her flesh through her clothes, Anya only moaned softly.
That wasn’t enough. I slipped my other hand under her clothes along her side, my fingers brushing against the side of her breast. Anya shivered and moaned again.
“Haa… Brother…”
Anya bit her lip and looked up at me. As I lowered my head, Anya, rising slightly onto her tiptoes, met my lips.
-Smack… Chomp… Smack…
It was a passionate, greedy kiss. I kept my gaze fixed on Eleanor. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth agape.
“W-What are you doing?!”
Eleanor finally exclaimed, pointing at us. I feigned confusion and asked, still fondling Anya,
“What’s wrong? It’s just a kiss.”
“I-It’s a bit much for a normal display of affection! It’s like…!”
“Like foreplay?”
“Yes!”
“Well, it can’t be helped.”
“What…?”
“Anya…”
As I tugged on her clothes, Anya, as if on cue, raised her arms, allowing me to undress her in one swift motion.
Anya’s naked body, after months of separation, had filled out slightly, becoming even more to my liking.
Anya stepped forward, twisting her waist to accentuate her hips, her most alluring feature, and crossed her arms, pushing her boobs together.
“How is it? I’ve become even more beautiful, haven’t I?”
“Your boobs seem the same.”
I lightly flicked her erected nipples with my fingers.
“Haa…! They’re bigger than average! Their boobs are just monstrous! And those monstrous boobs can’t do this.”
Anya quickly knelt down and pulled down my pants, taking my underwear with them. My erected dick bounced against her nose.
“Ha… You missed me too, didn’t you?”
Anya kissed the tip of my dick, then took it in her mouth. Sticky, lewd sounds filled the room once more.
“Anya…?”
Eleanor stared in disbelief at Anya, who was now servicing me. When Anya didn’t respond, Eleanor looked up at me.
“W-What are you doing?! Anya is your sister!”
I gently stroked Anya’s hair and chuckled.
“Are you in any position to criticize me, My Lady Lord? You were just moaning and dripping wet from Anya’s touch.”
Lesbianism (homosexuality) was considered heresy, akin to devil worship. It was a crime punishable by burning at the stake.
Eleanor gasped.
“H-How did you…!”
“Surely you didn’t think that flimsy excuse would work?”
“You knew all along…!”
Eleanor bit her lip, her gaze sharp enough to kill.
“I was simply being considerate of your reputation, My Lady Lord.”
I grasped Anya’s head with both hands. Anya, looking up at me, smiled and opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back.
“Gulp…”
My dick slowly entered her mouth, sinking all the way to the base. Saliva and foam dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Despite the discomfort, Anya’s eyes curved into a smile, and she tightened her throat around my dick.
“S-Stop it! Anya is in pain!”
“Does she really look like she’s in pain?”
As I released Anya’s head, she took my dick deeper into her throat, eagerly bobbing her head.
“Anya…?”
Eleanor stared at Anya in disbelief, her eyes trembling.
Her shock reached its peak when, unable to resist any longer, I came in my sister’s mouth.
-Gulp… Gulp…
“D-Did you… swallow it?”
Anya opened her mouth wide, proving she had swallowed everything. Then, as if determined to leave no trace, she took my dick back into her mouth and cleaned it thoroughly.
“Good girl.”
“Hee… It’s good to taste it again…”
I pulled Anya up, positioning her so she was facing Eleanor. I embraced her from behind, cupping her small boobs.
“Haa… Brother…”
Anya leaned back against me and turned her head to look up at me. I, too, turned slightly and stole a kiss. Anya responded more enthusiastically than she had with Eleanor, greedily sucking on my tongue.
“Anya, didn’t you love me?”
“Of course, I love you.”
“Then why…!”
“Because I love Brother more.”
Eleanor glared at me, grinding her teeth.
“Do you have no conscience?! Seducing your innocent little sister to satisfy your own desires!”
“Does Anya look like she dislikes it?”
I held up my fingers, which had been pleasuring Anya’s pussy. They were glistening with her fluids, and when I spread them slightly, they were connected by a thin, sticky strand.
“Ahh… Brother, again…”
Anya squirmed and guided my hand back to her pussy.
Instead, I grasped her hips and pushed my dick, which had been poking her ass, between her ass.
“Gasp…!”
Eleanor covered her face with her hands as the tip of my dick peeked out from between Anya’s thighs, as if it were growing out of Anya herself.
Eleanor, peeking through her fingers, gulped. Keeping my gaze fixed on her, I whispered to Anya,
“I’ll give you something even better later, so look forward to it.”
“Ahh… Brother…!”
“N-No!”
I kissed Anya’s neck, marking her as mine, and said,
“Would you excuse us now? What comes next isn’t for your eyes.”
“D-Don’t touch Anya! If you do, I won’t forgive you!”
“By what right do you forbid it, My Lady Lord?”
I extended my tongue and licked Anya’s neck. Anya shivered, a surge of fluid gushing from her pussy. Perhaps she was the one anticipating what came next.
“B-Because I love Anya!”
“That’s not a valid reason to interfere. Especially when the person involved doesn’t object.”
“…”
Eleanor bit her lip, her gaze sharpen again. I pretended to consider for a moment, then spoke.
“Do you truly love Anya?”
“You know that confessing love between women is as good as a death sentence…!”
“Then how about this?”
“Brother…?”
I smiled gently at Anya, then left her and approached Eleanor.
Eleanor instinctively retreated, then turned around with a frustrated expression. The headboard of the bed, flush against the wall, prevented her from retreating any further.
As she turned back, my erected dick, exuding a musky scent, was right before her face.
-Gulp.
Eleanor’s throat bobbed. She slowly raised her head, her eyes wide with fear.
“Instead of touching Anya, you’ll take her place.”
I moved closer, until the tip of my dick brushed against her lips. Her eyes widened further. After confirming she had swallowed nervously again, I continued,
“Would you like to make a deal?”
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Now let’s have the Lady Lord!😈
Nice chappie 😈