Chapter 9: Depravity
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 9: Depravity
“Then what’s this…?”
Grope, grope. Aenya kneaded my cock as if it were dough. Power slowly returned to my limp member.
Ignorance and curiosity are an inseparable pair. Aenya’s eyes were filled with it. They say ignorance makes you brave. How did she plan on dealing with the aftermath?
“It’s my thingy. Also called a cock.”
“Thingy? Cock?”
Aenya’s gaze drifted downward, though she couldn’t have seen anything through the blanket.
It seemed she didn’t even know the physical differences between men and women. That must be why she was so casually kneading my cock, even after learning what it was.
A desire to quickly paint this blank canvas of a girl with my own colors reared its head.
“Do you know how babies are made?”
I whispered, as if sharing a secret.
“B-Babies? You think I don’t know that? What do you take me for? They’re made when a husband and wife sleep in the same bed.”
“And what do they do in that bed?”
“Huh? Well… they hold hands while they sleep?”
So much for her confidence. Her statement ended as a question.
A small laugh escaped me. Aenya must have known I was mocking her, because she glared up at me.
“Hey, what is it?”
“Babies are made by having sex.”
“Sex?”
I pride myself on being a kind older brother. Of course. What other older brother in this world would personally give his younger sister sex education?
“It’s when a man puts his cock inside a woman’s body.”
“You put something this big inside? Where? Surely, not… there?”
Aenya recoiled in horror and pulled her hand away. The way she subtly pulled her hips back told me exactly where she meant.
“A little more to the front.”
“The front?”
“I’ll show you exactly where.”
“Wh-What…?”
I didn’t move hastily. Even if Aenya was ignorant about sex, she would still have her instinctive reservations.
I slipped my hand under her clothes, tracing her smooth, slender neck before caressing her arm. Perhaps it was because she’d grown up without doing any rough work, but her skin was finer than any of the women I’d been with before.
Gulp.
Was it because my hand was under her clothes? Her body tensed up from just a touch on her arm. Aenya stared up at me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes trembling.
“There’s no need to be nervous. I’m just showing you. Feeling it for yourself will be more effective than any words.”
“B-But…”
“If you say you don’t like it, I’ll stop anytime.”
I moved my hand, speaking words I didn’t mean. From her arm, I moved back to her neck, then slid down over her collarbone. When my hand met her perky breast, I gently cupped it.
“Heup…!”
Startled, Aenya grabbed my hand with both of hers. It was just a reflex. For an attempt to stop me, her grip was weak.
I hadn’t expected much from her twig-like body, but her breasts were more developed than I’d thought. Still, they were a little smaller than my preference. I liked a size that filled my hand.
“They’re small.”
“N-No, they’re not!”
Her sensitive reaction showed that regardless of her ignorance, Aenya was still a woman. Spotting an opening, I gently caressed her breast and whispered.
“With these, you won’t even produce enough milk for a baby. However, there is a way to make them bigger.”
“There’s a way?”
Aenya looked intrigued.
“They say if you massage your breasts often, they’ll get bigger.”
“Really…?”
Aenya’s hands, which had been holding mine, moved to her own chest. I wondered if she knew how defenseless she looked, entrusting her body to me while kneading her own breasts.
My freed cock angrily poked at her lower belly. Aenya seemed too busy massaging her chest to notice. Or was she pretending not to notice?
Through my hand cupping her breast, I could feel her body flinch every time my cock poked her.
“However, they say it’s not effective if you do it with your own hands.”
“That sounds like a lie…”
Aenya narrowed her eyes and looked up at me. I could feel the heat of her breath in her words. She was clearly aroused. The flush on her face wasn’t just from the candlelight.
“You must feel it too, right? How completely different it feels when you do it versus when I do it.”
“Is that so…?”
Of course it felt different. While Aenya tilted her head in confusion, I gave her hardened nipple a light pinch.
“Heuk…!”
For the first time, a proper moan escaped her. Surprised herself, she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide.
“See? Completely different, right?”
“Huh? Oh…”
“Let’s get back to the main point.”
“Main point…?”
Taking advantage of her confusion, I guided my hand downward. It traveled down her smooth stomach and past the thick bush. Just as I expected, the area around her cunt was slick with moisture.
Sticky, slippery fluid drew my fingers in. I didn’t refuse, instead exploring the area around her entrance.
“W-Wait. There… Heuk.”
Startled, Aenya tried to grab my hand but ended up covering her own mouth again. I had quickly found and stroked her clitoris. As if moaning wasn’t enough, her pelvis thrashed like a live fish.
“Heuk… This is… weird… It feels so weird…”
Before long, Aenya had forgotten to resist, lost in pleasure. Deciding the time was right, I slowly pushed the tip of my finger inside her. Her body thrashed once more.
“Haeuk!”
Now, she made no effort to stifle her moans, looking up at me with heated eyes. The way she licked her lower lip seemed like an invitation.
“This is where the cock goes.”
“Oppa… I, I…”
Aenya writhed, desperate, as if she were in heat. The way she looked up at me, her face flushed as if begging, was so captivating I almost lost myself.
But I held back with superhuman patience. Sleeping with Aenya would feel good for now, but this was the girl who would one day grow into a fatal beauty. I couldn’t imagine how arrogant she would become.
If I didn’t establish our dynamic from the very beginning, I might end up being led around by her. That wasn’t what I wanted.
“Alright, you understand now, right? Let’s get some sleep.”
I pulled my hand from her body without a hint of lingering attachment. Not only that, but I turned my back to her and lay down.
“What…?”
“You should sleep too. It’s late.”
Aenya was silent for a long time. Just when I thought she had actually fallen asleep, her hand suddenly invaded my side, creeping up to my chest and beginning to grope me.
I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. I soon realized her actions were similar to what I had just done to her.
Aenya was a fast learner.
“Oppa, are you really sleeping…?”
Pressing her cheek against my back, Aenya let out a hot breath. She subtly rubbed her body against mine, but a body that had been exposed to direct pleasure wouldn't be satisfied with so little.
“Ugh, really…”
A note of irritation crept into her voice. I continued to ignore her. Only when I started to feign snoring did she finally pull away. I thought she was finally going to sleep.
“Heup…”
A suppressed moan reached my ears. Not just once, but over and over. I could guess what she was doing.
I unconsciously started to turn over but stopped myself. It was then that I realized the title ‘fatal beauty’ might not just refer to her stunning looks.
Perhaps Aenya instinctively knew how to seduce men. I forced myself to ignore her and tried to sleep.
They say that once a monk tastes meat, he’ll devour everything in the temple, down to the bedbugs. I understood the meaning of that saying the next morning. A cool breeze brushed against my lower body, and when I opened my eyes, I was met with a ridiculous sight.
My underwear had been removed at some point, and Aenya was kneading my morning wood as if it were dough.
As my cock hardened involuntarily, Aenya flinched and turned her head toward my face. And yet, she still held on, refusing to let go.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
“Hoo…”
With a sigh of relief, Aenya’s gaze returned to my cock. She spread her thumb and pinky as wide as she could to measure its size, then brought her hand to her own lower abdomen.
“This… all goes inside…?”
It was long enough to reach past her navel, and that was only thanks to her well-developed pelvis.
Gulp.
Aenya gripped my cock again. Glancing at my face, she slowly began to pump her hand up and down. She was a natural, even though I hadn’t taught her.
Her other hand was caressing her own cunt. Just as I had done yesterday, she stroked her clitoris and tested the entrance with her fingertips.
“Heuk… I don’t care anymore…”
She seemed to have forgotten about checking on me, letting out excited moans as if she no longer feared waking me.
No, maybe she wanted me to wake up. Maybe she wanted me to pounce on her.
What a shameless little vixen.
If her goal was to arouse me, she had succeeded. The sight of her masturbating while stroking my cock was utterly captivating, and the fact that she was my sister from the same household sent a dizzying sense of depravity through me.
“Umm…”
I let out a low groan and came. As luck would have it, the head of my cock was pointed right at her. Semen shot out like a water gun, splattering her face and body in white.
“Uh, uh…?”
Stunned, Aenya just stood there, taking the spray of semen. She snapped out of it only after I had finished. With a dazed expression, she wiped the semen from her face with her index finger and brought it to her mouth.
“Ugh, weird taste…”
My cock stood erect again. Seeing it, Aenya licked her lower lip repeatedly. But if we got up too late, the servants might see us. I let out another groan.
“Umm…”
Startled, Aenya shot up. She cracked the door open, confirmed no one was around, and fled. Finally alone, I sat up.
“I need to wash up.”
My body was a mess, covered in the semen left over from painting Aenya.
“Where’s Aenya?”
When I entered the dining hall after washing up, Aenya was nowhere to be seen. Thanks to the time I’d spent on her sly antics, it was too late for breakfast but too early for lunch.
“She said she would eat later.”
The servant I asked bowed his head. I could see fear and a hint of anticipation in his eyes. Perhaps the servant who’d received an unexpected windfall last night had spread rumors.
“I see.”
But I had to refrain from just giving out money. If I threw money around for trivial things, they would start to see it as their due and lose any sense of gratitude. Timing was everything.
Aenya didn’t show her face for the rest of the meal. At this point, I had to assume she was deliberately avoiding me.
It seemed she had belatedly realized how embarrassing her actions had been. I had intended to spark her sexual curiosity, but I hadn’t expected it to be this effective.
In any case, it wasn’t a bad thing.
I was the only one in this mansion who could satisfy her sexual curiosity. In the end, she would move according to my will.
I didn’t bother looking for Aenya and headed to the training grounds instead. The bonus stats suggested that they could be raised through training alone. After trying it myself, my guess proved correct.
“The problem is efficiency.”
The experience gain was incredibly low, even at my low level. It was probably because I had only trained for half a day, but I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I was used to leveling up much faster and easier in the game.
Still, it wasn’t as boring or difficult as before. The fact that I could see my growth was motivation enough, even for a lazy person like me.
In any case, my father’s death was approaching, and with it, the day Sophia would reveal her true colors. I didn’t have the luxury of getting stronger at a leisurely pace through training. I needed a shortcut.
And I knew a shortcut.
“I’ll have to ask Sir Roland for a sparring match when he returns.”
The only ways to gain experience quickly were through real combat or something close to it, like sparring. Real combat was too dangerous, which left sparring. The swordsmanship teacher who’d become a salary thief wouldn’t be able to refuse my request.
After working out, I washed up and returned to my room. Someone was already occupying the bed.
“Aenya?”
She must have already bathed, as the same fragrance from yesterday emanated from her. The clothes she wore, peeking out from under the blanket, were even thinner than yesterday’s, despite the day being colder.
As I stared in disbelief at Aenya, who had clearly come early to prepare and wait for me, she avoided my gaze and said.
“I-It’s cold, isn’t it? Hurry and get in.”
What a shameless little vixen.