Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Permission (3)
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The bathroom was bathed in soft lighting, hot streams of water flowing ceaselessly.
Squelch, squelch...
"...Ngh, ha."
The sounds filling the space weren't just that. Something similar to yet distinctly different from the shower water pattering against the bathroom floor.
Israfeel clenched her teeth and pressed her palms against the glass to brace herself. Otherwise, her legs would give out and she'd collapse at any moment.
Added to the damp water sounds were lewd breaths that somehow felt soaked through.
Her water-colored hair clung to her nape, shoulders, and collarbone with a subtle sheen as it received the pouring hot water.
Squelch...!
"Hng...!?"
Of course, the shower's streams had nothing to do with the moans Israfeel was letting out right now.
To be precise, it was the obscene echoes caused by fingers rising from below, rather than the water cascading from above.
Israfeel squeezed her eyes shut tight but couldn't control the flush burning across her face.
"...Hah, ah, hup!"
A situation where excitement, ecstasy, rapture, and fullness washed over her in a hazy sensory wave. If she relaxed into that thrill instead of resisting, what followed was pure pleasure.
This sexual bliss that blanked her mind white was nearly impossible to resist.
It felt like her entire body was pickled in lust from the flood of brain chemicals.
"Ah, ahh..."
In the end, Israfeel could no longer stifle her moans. From between her slightly parted lips, her saliva-slick tongue poked out coyly.
Drip, drip. What was that silver thread falling to the bathroom floor? Just saliva? Or love juices trickling down her thighs?
Perhaps it was merely shower water running along her body's curves.
But one undeniable fact: she was gushing obscene fluids from between her legs, no need to even check the source of that sound.
'I'm going... crazy...'
Israfeel felt something popping off in her head like fireworks. Each burst sent electric tingles vibrating through her lower belly.
She lifted her head on impulse... and the full-length mirror beyond the glass reflected her image.
Being taken from behind by the younger man she'd raised like a son and a little brother since he was ten, her lower mouth stuffed as if by force.
What a cheap, whoreish gaze this was.
What a vulgar breathing this was?
Her hips twitching, upper body tilted slightly forward, hands planted on the glass, face twisted in lust as she felt the fingers inside her.
Even her nipples stood stiff and erect. Proudly announcing their presence, those pale pink buds.
'I'm such... a pervert...'
The joys of womanhood she'd barely felt until turning twenty-seven—save for the rare occasions of self-pleasure, she hadn't even sought it out.
No, this went beyond that. Moaning so shamefully, writhing like this—it was far more raw and base, a bitch in heat.
The mirror right in front made it impossible not to feel it. Just lifting her head made her womb quiver with humiliation.
Perhaps finding such sexual pleasure in that shame, humiliation, and self-loathing proved her perversion in itself?
If this position—this penetration by Evan's fingers—had truly been humiliating, she'd have shoved him away or voiced refusal long ago.
Israfeel hadn't. And realizing she hadn't chosen to was proof in itself.
'...Ahhh.'
Her stubborn resolve shattered in an instant. What remained was the process of accepting herself.
Israfeel decided to be honest. She admitted that ever since hearing Evan say he loved her, she'd lost her mind.
And that it was inevitable. Who wouldn't, hearing those words from someone they harbored feelings for?
It didn't matter if it wasn't the exact same romantic emotion. Even if he said it because he saw her as family.
The key was that Evan had uttered that one phrase before this physical intimacy began.
He seemed blunt but had a subtly gentle side. For him to say it now meant that 'love' carried at least some erotic connotation.
For Israfeel Hael... that was enough. More than enough. With that sliver of certainty, she could take the next steps freely.
'It's okay if you don't see me as a romantic partner.'
They'd lived like family for a decade. Fleeting lewd feelings might have sparked between them, but the essence was siblings.
Titles aside, she knew Evan truly saw her as a big sister.
So romantic feelings might be hard. He could see her rationally as a woman, but growing that into true love... that might still be difficult.
'I'll make you see me that way.'
...Yes. 'Still.' For now, it might be so, but Israfeel resolved it ahead of time.
Even if self-fulfilling, the day Evan would harbor true affection for her was sure to come.
'I'll work harder from now on, so you'll like me more. I'll do my best.'
'That way, I'll make you desire me more than Lete Heresia...'
'So give me a chance too.'
'A chance to become your lover, openly—not as your sister or mother...'
Girlfriend. What a wonderfully resonant word.
Israfeel let out a soft smile.
"Little brother..."
She tilted her head gracefully, eyes curving into gentle crescents, glancing back with deep affection despite the vulgar sobbing.
Israfeel Hael gazed at Evan Lane and murmured words brimming with love.
"I love you more. More than you love me."
"..."
"...Nngh!"
Splurt, spurt! And then climax. Evan's index and middle fingers plunged deep as if waiting, sending Israfeel into a grand orgasm.
Gush... Transparent fluids squirted from between her legs, her lower belly twitching repeatedly, her lower body going limp.
Thud!
"Haa, haa..."
Israfeel collapsed immediately, sprawling on the bathroom floor in a 'W' with her legs splayed.
She might have gotten hurt if Evan hadn't caught her under the arms from behind, but...
That hardly mattered now.
After basking in the afterglow for a while, Israfeel slowly steadied her breathing.
Her lower mouth, which had been clenching lewdly and leaking juices nonstop, gradually calmed.
"..."
Glancing down at her lower half, Israfeel flushed hot again. Having climaxed once, she'd regained a bit of reason.
But she wasn't tired. Her lust remained strong—perhaps even wanting more.
She shifted her gaze to her back, eyes gleaming with demonic allure, looking up at Evan who still stood firm unlike her collapsed form.
From below, gazing up—the angle made her water-slicked body exude dizzying eroticism, causing Evan to flinch back unconsciously.
Israfeel smiled silently, her eyes drifting a bit lower.
Naturally, Evan's member there stood rigid toward the ceiling, veins bulging vividly.
An utterly lewd and provocative sight, yet Israfeel simply smiled happily.
It felt natural. It meant he'd tormented her until it got this hard. How could a woman who loved him not be pleased?
Israfeel swept the hair clinging to her cheek behind her ear gracefully.
"...Lick."
Then she dipped her head fluidly. Eyes narrowed thin, she lapped up the clear fluid leaking from Evan's cock.
"Hss...!"
That sensual, decadent scene and sensation overwhelmed Evan with indescribable stimulation.
His blood-engorged lower half trembled as if ready to erupt any second.
Of course, Evan wasn't so soft that a few licks would make him spill his seed...
Creak—
Israfeel shut off the faucet with an expression savoring even that reaction.
The shower ceased its role. True silence descended once more upon the bathroom.
"...Since we're already like this."
Israfeel grinned lecherously up at Evan's bewildered face.
"How about we skip the bed tonight and go at it all sticky right here in the bathroom? My little brother."
"..."
"You followed me in naked and all sneaky like this, so I bet you'd love it. What do you say...?"
With those words, Israfeel subtly rubbed her lower abdomen with a clever hand motion.
Starting from her swollen clit... fingertips gently stroking down to her navel.
Thus.
Israfeel discreetly deactivated the 'contraceptive technique' she always kept active.
The watery barrier around her womb slowly lifted.
Without Evan noticing.
Repeatedly: discreetly.