Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Siblings (1)
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Israfeel Hael. At just twenty-seven years old, she held a pivotal role in the church, one of the top five divine casters on the continent.
Some praised her as the purest cleric alive, a figure of immense prestige.
-Evan, I'm hungry. Let's eat.
-Evan, have you seen my underwear? I swear I left it around here...
-Evan, sing me a lullaby.
But at her core, she was nothing more than a slacker who loved rolling around with nothing to do.
The image she projected to the world was all a facade. Of course, her upright and beautiful character itself wasn't fake—
But at least no one else knew that on her days off, Israfeel always ended up tumbling around on her little brother's bed.
The 'foolish ones' were oblivious to Israfeel's hidden side. Only I knew it.
Which also meant she trusted me more than anyone, but that fact hardly mattered.
Really, wasn't it obvious?
She had picked me up—a boy of seventeen at the time—and we'd spent nearly a decade together.
Those years living with a total stranger had forged a bond like family between us.
Sometimes like a mother, sometimes like a sister, sometimes like a friend, Israfeel had always taken care of me.
My gratitude toward my benefactor would never fade. How could it change?
It was probably an eternal sentiment.
Except for respect... Yeah. I'd long suspected that feeling had already crumbled quite a bit.
My illusions about her had shattered long ago.
Once I grew up a little, she stopped taking care of me and started demanding repayment, asking me to look after her instead.
Of course, whenever we were together, I was always the one supporting her.
"Chup, chup, mm, huu... Hmngh."
"......"
"Hahmp, ugh, heuu."
But never in my wildest dreams had I imagined a situation like this.
How could I have even conceived such an indecent thought?
After ten years together, though not a drop of blood connected us, I'd truly seen her as family.
"...Is, Israfeel. Wait, just a second."
"......"
"Guh, huu, no, wait! Please."
I never thought she'd do something like this to me. Even in my dazed state, I gritted my teeth and pushed her head away...
"Pfuu."
She lifted her head from my lap and wiped the corner of her mouth.
Some unidentified thin fluid stained her white sleeve gray. The sight made me swallow dryly without thinking.
I reached out a trembling hand toward my pants, which Israfeel had stripped off me.
Thwack!
"...!"
"Why?"
Israfeel grabbed my wrist, glaring at me as if even that annoyed her.
Even though I'd tried to shake her off with all my strength, her slender hand didn't budge an inch.
Had I grown stronger? Still, the gap with a cardinal-level cleric was vast.
I looked at her with shaky eyes, and she puffed out her cheeks like a sulky child. The world's most petulant expression.
"Why do you keep pulling away? My little brother, you're standing so stiff down there—it doesn't look like you hate it at all."
"No, what the..."
"I don't get it. Not to brag, but isn't my face pretty decent?"
Her face drew closer, forcing me to look down.
A faint, pleasant scent wafted from her water-blue hair. Lavender?
'This is driving me insane.'
Her natural scent, which I'd never paid much mind to before, now felt overwhelmingly arousing.
As she said, it wasn't something I'd admit out loud... but Israfeel's beauty was truly goddess-like.
A refined allure different from Lete's.
If I had to compare, it was the difference between a cute girl and a stunning woman. The former was Lete; the latter was this incomprehensible Israfeel pressing herself on me.
I still vividly remembered how, back when she was a teenager, countless saint candidates had courted her.
Of course, not a single one had ever shared her bed.
There had even been malicious rumors questioning her preferences.
'All nonsense, as expected.'
Now it was laughable. Claims she had no sex drive or preferred women—didn't she just prove those wrong?
Though I had no idea why she'd prove her healthy libido by licking her 'little brother's' dick.
"...Let's calm down first, okay? Sis."
I suppressed my desire as best I could and placed a hand on her shoulder.
There was no escape. I was backed against the headboard, and Israfeel had blocked my retreat perfectly.
So the first step was to make her regain her senses.
I forced a smile and patted her shoulder gently.
"I don't know what happened, but yeah. If you're acting this weird, something huge must've gone down. Like, what if the Cabensier Empire suddenly collapsed...?"
"......"
"...I get it. Okay? So let's cool off and have a rational, adult conversation...?!"
But I couldn't finish. Before I could, Israfeel snatched my arm, clearly done with my nonsense.
She gripped my wrist tight again to keep me from escaping and glared at me.
A chilling gaze I'd rarely seen, cold enough to freeze you solid.
"You know that, Evan?"
Israfeel whispered into my ear with a subtle hint of amusement in her voice.
"...You've only called me 'sis' when you were in trouble as a kid."
"......"
"Do I look like some easy girl who melts just because you call me that?"
That's exactly it...! I wanted to shout it sincerely, but the words stuck in my throat.
Until now, whenever I used her preferred title, she'd indulge my whims and tantrums.
But today, my foolproof tactic wasn't working.
"A rational conversation? Sounds good. I like talking too. But... I need to vent a little first to feel satisfied."
Israfeel drawled lazily in a bright tone, and I let out a defeated breath.
"...Why are you doing this? What's going on?"
"......"
I asked with as much seriousness as I could muster, but got no real answer.
Israfeel just twisted her lips into a sharp expression. Her other hand moved toward my crotch again—
Rustle...
"...Guh."
And so, Israfeel Hael gripped my member delicately, as if handling fragile glass that might shatter if squeezed too hard.
I felt my heart pounding like it might burst.
Irresistible desire flickered before my eyes.
'Fuck...'
Self-loathing aside, my cock stood rigidly at attention. Separate from any confusion at her sudden actions.
As she said, having a beauty like Israfeel flaunt her allure so aggressively at me.
If I could endure this skinship with sheer willpower alone, I'd have been the undisputed saint candidate long ago.
In the end, I couldn't push her away or shake her off, managing only ragged breaths.
"...There we go."
Stroke, stroke stroke stroke.
Israfeel's eyes curved into pretty crescents as she watched me. She began slowly stroking and shaking my shaft.
An outright obscene handjob meant to milk my white seed from me.
A sticky, slimy sensation I'd never felt in our ten years together turned my mind blank.
Stroke stroke stroke stroke...!
Soon the pace quickened. Israfeel watched my changing expressions and occasional groans with delight, stimulating my pleasure with expert skill.
"You should've been this obedient from the start, little brother. You like it, don't you? Hmm?"
"...Shut your mouth, you lewd woman."
I snapped back at her teasing jab, and she deepened the smile playing on her lips.
And then.
Squeeze-!
"...!"
Without the slightest warning, Israfeel clamped down on my cock with all five fingers.
Unlike the gentle caresses before, it felt like she was trying to crush it outright.
"...Won't you watch your mouth? Forgot what I'm holding right now?"
"Ah, s-sis. Wait, just a sec, sis."
"Calling me 'sis' only when you're in trouble. You really know how to hurt a girl..."
She trailed off meaningfully, her voice lilting, and my face drained of color at the sound.
"...That's not it, I mean."
"You're hopeless."
I was about to stammer an excuse when Israfeel muttered coldly and grabbed the back of my head with a 'grab!'
"...!?"
Before I could react, she yanked me forward.
I was pulled right along by the force. Wondering what she was up to, my eyelashes fluttered—right then.
"Mmmph."
Israfeel's and my lips met. Soft, yielding flesh pressed against my mouth.
A kiss with Israfeel—completely unexpected, never even imagined.
I stared at her wide-eyed, and her mystical golden eyes shimmered with obsessive hunger.
Lips locked. Tongues tangled wildly, our saliva mixing.
"...Pha."
Ending the deep, lingering kiss, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve again.
"...! Guh, mmph."
Her hand, still gently teasing my arousal, suddenly grew relentless.
Stroke stroke stroke stroke! Without a shred of mercy, driven solely by the intent to drain me, Israfeel's hand tormented my cock.
"...Getting horny for family."
She gazed at me with sultry eyes and let out a seductive laugh.
Who was she to say that? The one pinning down her so-called 'family' and jerking him off.
It was so absurd my neck cramped, but she calmly leaned into my ear.
"...Haaa."
Forcing hot breath and a whisper into me.
Israfeel smiled like a little devil.
"Cum hard in sis's hand, you pervert brother."
"...!"
Spurt, spurt...!
That was the limit. The climax I'd been holding back surged to the tip, and I bit my lip hard.
My body convulsed like an electric shock. Pleasure overwhelmed my mind, drowning out all thoughts.
And from my lower body came the vivid sensation of 'something' spilling out.
The peak passed, and I panted roughly, staring at Israfeel.
More precisely... at the white semen coating her slender fingers.
Exhaustion left my body limp, but Israfeel just smiled innocently, oblivious or not.
She licked a bit of my seed from her fingertips. Too drained to even comment, I stayed silent—
"Little brother, you know that?"
Israfeel spoke with renewed energy, her face beaming.
"Your face right now... looks so slutty."
"......"
"Yeah, now we can talk."
I hung my head wordlessly. No response, just silence.
And Israfeel waited with that infuriating 'I totally get it' look.
A few seconds passed.
"...Ah, fuck."
I finally spat out the curse I'd held back. As Israfeel flinched slightly, I grabbed the pillow without hesitation.
Sitting up with the crumpled pillow, she looked up at me with a troubled expression.
"...W-wait. Little brother, I'm ready to talk now? Why are you raising that pillow, ah, hold on, eek!? Ow, that hurts! Evan, Evan!"
"Just die, you bitch. No, I'll kill you right now."
I fixed her with an icy glare and started pummeling her.
There were limits to pranks, and she'd clearly crossed the line this time.
No mercy until she begged for forgiveness.
The pillow, infused with divine power, swung furiously, and for a while, only Israfeel's pitiful screams echoed through my quarters.