Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Siblings (5)
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I thought I knew plenty about sexual acts...
And the pleasure that naturally followed.
Sure, I had no experience sharing a bed with a man,
but I had masturbated before.
Not just during my girlhood days, but even after becoming an adult,
there were times when loneliness crept in, and I'd comfort myself briefly.
A decent sensation, a moderate pleasure. Nothing overwhelmingly thrilling,
just a feeling that wasn't unpleasant, something to lull me into drowsiness before sleep.
So, I didn't expect direct intercourse to be all that amazing.
I vaguely assumed it would be better than solo play, at most.
With that in mind, I wanted to cherish the time spent with this affectionate young man—
"...Ah, ah, hah. Uh, ooh."
Israfeel had to admit that her past self had been naively guessing.
Her breaths came hot and ragged, her chest heaving wildly, her lower belly tingling sharply.
The sensations were so intensely arousing that she felt like she might lose her mind.
Her eyelids twitched mercilessly, and the sharp taste of blood seeped from her bitten lip.
But there was no pain. Or more precisely, even the intense ache filling her insides was overlaid by the rush of brain chemicals.
'Feels... so... good...!'
In short, the pleasure shoved the pain aside. She had no spare mind to care about discomfort.
Her fists clenched tight, her toes curled cutely. Israfeel let out heated breaths as she covered her eyes with her arm.
The belated embarrassment of being utterly naked before her brother, the shame of clinging to him—it was all worthless.
There was only the overwhelming fullness swelling inside her.
'Evan, Evan's stuff, inside me, in my... haaah.'
At some point, she realized her face was twisted in the most vulgar expression as she panted,
but Israfeel ignored it and stroked her belly.
Apart from the liquid's inherent warmth, a surge of yang energy rose straight to her mind.
It was clear. Undeniably so. The divine power from a male priest was blending with hers, harmonizing perfectly.
"Ngh, there, huff."
The milky fluid that had flooded her womb kept pouring endlessly. How long would he keep ejaculating? Did he really intend to impregnate her?
With contraceptive spells in existence, there was no risk of an unwanted pregnancy...
But Israfeel just felt her cheeks burning hot.
Putting everything aside, she adored how much he'd poured into her.
She hadn't meant to show her affection, had vowed to keep these feelings locked away tight.
'Getting loved like this makes it so hard to hold back, you idiot brother...!'
Sexual pleasure surpassing physical pain.
Mental bliss surpassing sexual pleasure.
Israfeel's lips twitched upward as she reached out. She touched Evan, who was catching his breath just like her.
A light 'tap' as she stroked his soft cheek, and she smiled faintly.
"...Did the inside of your big sister taste good?"
"...?"
The words slipped out with a hazy smile, uttered without much thought in the heat of the moment.
But Evan's reaction was more intense than expected.
"Uh... yeah, huh?"
Israfeel paused mid-stroke on his face, startled, and glanced down.
A sudden foreign pressure in her belly. His member, which had softened after one release, was swelling back to life.
Did it usually recover this fast? From what she knew, a man's tool needed at least a short break.
"Evan...?"
"...Hoo."
Israfeel shrank back, lifting her gaze, as Evan silently sighed.
He roughly swept back his sweat-dampened bangs and gripped her waist.
The abrupt 'thump!' of his palms against her skin made her tremble finely.
Her golden eyes looked up, a mix of tension and anticipation.
Squish—!!
"...Ngh!"
Without warning, the thrust piercing her cervix made Israfeel bite her tongue.
And that was just the start. Her body was already hypersensitive from the afterglow of climax,
so the fresh insertion sent her consciousness flying.
Splurt, spuuurt...! Accompanied by the world's lewdest sounds, clear fluid squirted from between Israfeel's legs like a fountain.
She instinctively clutched the bedsheets, while Evan licked the trace of her juices from his lips and repositioned himself.
"Wha— why'd you lick it up...?! Hek, eek!"
Israfeel's eyes rolled back. Head thrown back, waist arched half off the bed, she rode a chain of orgasms.
Her body had already shuddered once, and he plunged in without mercy for her state, blanking her mind white.
Slap!
Sweat- and fluid-slick skin met with a wet smack.
"Kgh, uh...!"
Too overwhelmed to cry out in ecstasy, Israfeel swallowed shallow moans as Evan ravaged her with brutish vigor.
The pleasure from the communion of their divine essences flooding her brain was unbearable.
Consequences? Irrelevant. Right now, tormenting Israfeel was all that mattered.
"Ah, hng, no, don't. Evan, that, hurts, don't torment me like thiiiis—ngh!?"
Evan ignored her pleas, grabbing her breasts.
Using even his nails to tug at the ripe fruits atop them. Israfeel flopped lewdly like a fish on a cutting board—
"...Ha, really."
Evan's face grew even more aroused by her reaction. He twisted his lips sadistically and stroked her hair.
"Sis, you're kinda pretty today."
"...Hek!?"
Evan blurted out his hazy thoughts without filter. Honesty born from his delirious state.
Through blurred vision, he still gazed clearly at Israfeel...
This time, he took the initiative, pressing his lips to hers.
By his past life's standards, kissing during sex was totally 'normal' and 'common sense,'
so this was fine, no weirdness at all, he rationalized.
'E, Evannn...'
Of course, whether Evan overthought it or not, Israfeel simply melted into happiness at his unprompted kiss.
Climax, exhaustion, recovery. Again, again, again.
"...Oof, mm, hngaaah."
As the same pattern repeated endlessly—Israfeel's body finally screamed its ultimate limit.
Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, wilting. Even she felt her brain numbing from the nonstop orgasms.
Did Evan sense it too?
"...I'll finish soon. Just hang in there a bit more."
"Hic, hi!? Mmph, hng."
With uncharacteristic gentleness, Evan soothed her affectionately.
Her face flushed not from lust, but something else...
"—Hoo."
Evan ramped up for the end, seizing her legs to force them wide and snapping his hips hard.
"Ngh...!"
Sticky sounds of fluids meshed together, and Israfeel welcomed the pounding deep in her belly.
She beamed the world's happiest smile.
'Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyoutruly love you brother...!'
Arms flung wide to pull Evan close, ecstasy dyed her body in bliss.
'—Cum inside me.'
Her vision went pure white. Lightning struck her crown, electric tingles racing to her toes, sating her desires.
Gurgle, gurgle—!
"Kuh!"
Evan's brief groan signaled fresh heat flooding her belly again.
Israfeel blinked sporadically, burying his head in her chest.
"...Mmph!?"
"Hek, oo...!"
It might stifle his breath a bit—but for Israfeel, savoring her peak mattered more than his discomfort right now.
How long did they stay perfectly entwined like that?
Squelch...
From their joined parts, her lower mouth spat pale fluid.
She gazed up at Evan through hazy eyes, at his adorable, ragged breathing matching hers.
"Hic, mm."
Letting out a weary moan, Israfeel slipped free of Evan's member and steadied her breath.
Soon, her gaze drifted oddly to his crotch.
"It's... so messy now..."
"...Huh, what?"
Still panting, Evan didn't catch her meaning right away.
That innocence only charmed her more... Israfeel gave a clumsy smile and rolled onto her belly, crawling forward awkwardly.
Evan tensed, eyeing her warily. What mischief was she plotting with that playful grin?
Thud!
"...Uh."
But he had no strength to resist. Israfeel pinned his thighs first to stop any escape.
Fluids trailed from between her legs as she lifted her lips precariously.
"Big sis'll... clean it up nice."
"...Israfeel?"
And with that,
it was over.
"Hahmp."
"!?"
Brushing her falling hair behind her ear, Israfeel swallowed Evan's cock whole.