Chapter 185: Is It a Crime to Relieve Sexual Desire with My Younger Sister? (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 185: Is It a Crime to Relieve Sexual Desire with My Younger Sister? (2)[R-18]
“...Hng-aahmm! ...Ian Oppa? ...I’m awake. I’m hungry. Feed me...”
It was well past noon when the sun was high in the sky.
Poporing, having woken up late, let out a yawn as loose as the oversized T-shirt she was wearing and scratched her belly vigorously.
“Ian Oppa? I’m serious, my stomach is growling~ Poporing is going to starve to death at this rate~.”
It was a sight that would have been hard to believe for anyone who saw her when they first started living together, back when she was so nervous she could barely speak.
The reason Poporing had changed like this was because she realized that Ian rarely got angry with her and, instead, doted on her.
She was weak against those who were angry but bold with those who were kind.
Poporing was the textbook definition of someone who was "strong against the weak and weak against the strong."
“...H-hng? I-Ian Oppa?”
Strangely, however, no matter how much she called out today, there was no response from Ian.
Usually, by this point, the routine was for Ian to let out a deep sigh and tell her to come eat, followed by Poporing running to him with a grin...
“O-Oppa? Why aren't you answering?... Are you... mad?”
“Hng-hic!... A-Ah! No! Ian Oppa!... H-hng? Wh-where did you go?”
“I-I was lying!... I’m not hungry! I-I don’t need to eat... I’m fine...! ...I won’t even complain about the side dishes anymore!! Fr-from now on, I’ll just live off the scraps Ian Oppa leaves behind! Hng-hic...!”
Realizing Ian was gone, Poporing fell into a state of ‘Extreme Anxiety.’ She rummaged through every corner of the house until she finally spotted a sandwich set out on the dining table.
“Ah-hng, right. He said he was going to Sister Estelle’s place today...”
A faint memory surfaced of him saying the day before yesterday that he had work to do at Estelle’s with the Saintess and that he would be late.
“Honestly, Ian Oppa is so clumsy... He should have told me one more time before leaving... I thought I’d been abandoned and got scared... Hng-nom-nom... Mmm, this sandwich is delicious. Well then, since I’m home alone today, should I finish that thing?”
While stuffing the sandwich into her mouth, Poporing thought back to the official commission she had received from the ‘Red Rose’ family.
‘From this moment on, I, Helen Redrose, shall make you an offer you cannot refuse.’
‘H-hng-eeeeh! I-Ian Oppa!! Wh-what... is this!?... Did you trick me!?’
When she first heard those words, she thought Ian had sold her off to the Red Rose family...
Fortunately, it wasn't human trafficking; she had been commissioned to craft a magic tool.
The only peculiar thing was that the magic tool they wanted her to make was a ‘Sex Toy.’
Still, it wasn't a problem.
If it had been the Poporing from before she met Ian, she would have followed her Grandmother’s words and thought, ‘Lewd things are bad!’ and refused...
But Poporing, whose sexual morals had loosened enough that she secretly masturbated her nipples under the covers every night before bed, was more than capable of accepting it.
“The functions that absolutely had to be included in the dildo were ‘Mana Thread Spitting,’ ‘Vibration,’ and ‘Pattern Recording’...”
Sucking the sandwich sauce off her fingers, Poporing pulled out a box she had pushed into a corner of the room.
It was a box containing the highest-quality materials provided by Helen.
“Should I finish this first?”
Cracking her neck from side to side to loosen up, Poporing’s hands began to move like lightning.
Click— Clack— Tink—
After a relatively short amount of time...
“Phew... Finished.”
Having completed everything she was commissioned for without a single mistake, Poporing stretched her arms out wide.
“So, now I just need to put this inside the dildo? Let’s see the dildo’s shape... ...H-hng?”
Poporing’s eyes widened as she checked the blueprints for the dildo.
It wasn't easy to guess the finished product just by looking at a blueprint, but Poporing, possessing world-class talent, recognized it instantly.
‘This dildo... for some reason, it looks just like Ian Oppa’s?’
It wasn't a perfect match, but it felt about 95% identical.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but Poporing’s hands were more accurate than her eyes.
The sensation of stroking Ian’s cock back when she was making condoms was still vivid in her mind.
“H-hng-hehe... Is it... a coincidence? W-well, since it’s a commission, I guess I should make it... I-it’s definitely... not because I want to try using it once myself...”
Thump— Thump—
For some reason, just imagining making the dildo caused Poporing’s mouth to fill with saliva.
On the way back after finishing a regular exorcism with Lady Yuris.
“Master! Good work on today’s exorcism! I’m so glad Miss Estelle seems to be doing much better now!”
“Yeah, the sensation has returned down to her calves. It’s all thanks to you, Bitch. Thanks for the help.”
“Hehehe... Helping someone in need is only natural, right? Besides, all I did was provide recovery so Miss Estelle wouldn't die from exhaustion during sex!”
As if recalling the exorcism process, Lady Yuris continued, her face flushing slightly.
“Actually, the reason Miss Estelle regained her senses is all thanks to you, Master! There’s no one else in this world who can torment a pussy and a clitoris as diligently as you!!”
I couldn't help but be moved by Lady Yuris, who gave me all the credit even though we had performed the exorcism together for hours.
“No, we did it together. If you hadn't been there, Bitch, I wouldn't have been able to perform such full-force ‘Pussy Grinding’ against Estelle, who was soaked in Orc Estrus Potion. If I hadn't, the pleasure I gave wouldn't have been enough to tip the ‘Scales.’”
The one who had taken over Estelle’s body was the ‘Balance Demon,’ a survivor from the Dark Age.
Even though I’m a man who strictly maintains boundaries, a demon is an existence you cannot defeat by staying within those lines.
The proof was that she was still resisting even after experiencing pleasure that would have broken a normal woman’s brain and ruined her life.
That was why, in Estelle’s ‘exorcism,’ I had no choice but to cross the line every time, and Lady Yuris was the one who brought me back inside the line whenever I did.
“I got praised by Master! Hehehe... But I think Miss Estelle’s clit is amazing too! To think she climaxes now just from her clothes brushing against it...!! It would take Bitch at least ten seconds even if Master touched me directly... I wonder if Bitch can become like that if I work a little harder?”
“Well... You probably could, Bitch, but wouldn't it be hard to live a normal life if you climaxed just from something brushing your clit?”
If that happened, she would essentially be in a constant state of climax unless she went commando.
‘...Hmm, thinking about it that way, it’s actually a relief that Estelle has no sensation in her clit for now.’
Of course, one might feel that living the rest of one's life without panties is a small price to pay for exorcising a demon...
But I wanted to restore ‘normalcy’ to Estelle.
Squeeze—
Just then, Lady Yuris, who had interlaced her fingers with mine, spoke with a pure smile.
“Hehe... Master. Don’t worry. Everything will turn out fine.”
“Yeah, I hope so. Oh, and aside from this, there’s one thing I’d like to ask of you.”
“Yes! Master! I understand! Should I strip here? Or use my mouth? One time earlier wasn't enough, was it?”
“No, it’s not that... You know Helen, right?”
“If it’s Miss Helen... you mean the heiress of the Red Rose family?”
Lady Yuris replied, tilting her head slightly.
“Right. If it’s okay with you, could you meet her once?”
“Hmm... If it’s Master’s request, I don’t mind, but why would Miss Helen ask such a thing of Master... Ah! Could it be that Miss Helen is also in a sexual relationship with Master!!”
I nodded slightly at Lady Yuris’s words, which had pierced right to the heart of the matter.
“Hehe! Then I definitely have to meet her! Any woman who has sex with Master is like family to me!! Ah! I should make a reservation at that restaurant we frequent!”
“You don’t really need to worry about that; Helen will probably take care of it. She’ll just be grateful that you’re meeting her.”
“It’s fine! I’m doing it because I want to! But Master, Bitch has one thing she’s curious about. May I ask?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Today, while Master was ‘Masturbating’ with Bitch’s pussy during the exorcism, you seemed to be focusing on the nipples more than usual... Do you have something on your mind? I hope it’s just a needless worry, but...”
“....”
Is this the power of the Lewd Genius, Yuris?
Just as a top-tier pianist can tell an opponent’s skill just by the way they press a single key, she noticed I had something on my mind just from a change in my caressing movements.
‘...I do, actually.’
The cause of my worry was, without a doubt, Poporing.
I didn't mind... well, I did mind, but since she was the younger sister I chose, I could endure her becoming a shut-in who depended on me.
The real problem was...
Poporing was incredibly hot.
To the point where my erection wouldn't go down.
‘Hng-nya... hng-nya...’
No matter how much of a steel-like will I possessed, seeing her in such a defenseless state every day when she had a body that could be called a walking piece of pornography was pushing my reason to its breaking point.
Of course, from Poporing’s perspective, it meant she trusted me that much as her brother, so I tried my best to live up to that trust, but...
‘If nothing else, hearing the sounds of her masturbating every night lately is hard to bear.’
This was the one thing I couldn't stand.
I understand that Poporing is at an age where her sexual desire is overflowing.
And I know she’s doing it under the covers to try and keep me from finding out.
But...
The sight of the blankets wriggling and the moans she couldn't help but let out were grinding away at my sanity.
“....”
This was the true identity of the ‘Nipple Deficiency Syndrome’ Yuris had sensed in me.
Because I couldn't touch Poporing’s perfect Inverted Nipples even though they were right in front of me.
Of course, if I set my mind to it, I could use my rights as an older brother to fiddle with Poporing’s nipples whenever I wanted.
‘I can’t do that. If I touch them now...’
I didn't have the confidence to stop once I started.
While it might be okay for a brother to fiddle with his sister’s nipples, using a sister’s pussy was a crime.
However...
“H-hng...?”
For some reason, as soon as I returned home, I saw Poporing on my bed, holding a dildo that looked exactly like my cock, with her legs spread and the tip pressed against the entrance of her pussy...
Snap—
I heard the sound of my steel-like reason finally breaking.