The Shared Secret of My Body
Hot.
I don’t know whether it was the mana that raised my body temperature or the effect of my own feelings, but my chest suddenly felt tight. I tugged at the clothes I was wearing and loosened the fabric.
With a soft rustling sound, the clothes slid down. Only my panties remained, and on my bare body the sweat beads formed in the heat of the afterglow, sliding down my skin.
Since becoming a vampire, I’d never sweated before. Now I saw that even this fluid was colored with erotic mana—the kind that could make a succubus or incubus moan. In other words, from scent to bodily fluid, this species was identical to the one that stimulates lust.
What the heck… I’m not even a succubus.
Actually, a succubus is a demonic race under the Demon King, so even if they’re treated as people, they’re still prey to be exterminated. Unlike them, vampires are “people.”
On top of that, while the church classifies succubus attraction as “wicked magic,” vampire attraction is only punishable if misused. Using it isn’t outright banned.
Still, no matter how weak the vampire, a single human is child’s play for a succubus. But a vampire at a certain level or below can’t even control mindless animals.
So, if attraction doesn’t work on low-rank vampires, what about high-rank ones?
The answer stood right in front of me.
“Hiiuuuuh… hek, heeek…”
Daisy, twitching in pain, her legs convulsing. If she hadn’t been tied up, maybe I wouldn’t be in this state. But with her limbs firmly bound, unable to cool down her overheating body, she struggled against the heat rising from her lower abdomen.
I reached out and squeezed the plump flesh that was soaking wet.
“Hyuoot…! Haeng… juinnim…”
It looked like she was pleading for more, yet her body slumped from exhaustion. Her pronunciation was slurred, making it even cuter.
Instead of pulling off the panties, I just flipped them aside. The crotch was already soaked, dripping with love juices that soaked the fabric and left stains.
Even so, long after that, the fluid kept dripping down and dripping onto the bed and floor with loud plops.
“Joaayo… more, more… prettier…! Huat. At… hauuut!”
The already soaked bed sheets were out of the question. The love juices flowed without stopping, staining everything.
Still, Daisy kept begging for more. Without a second thought, I pressed my fingers against her clit and rubbed the folds.
Even normal women tremble at a weak stimulation, but Daisy was heavily seduced and in heat. When the owner’s hand that had brought her to orgasm touched her, it was obvious what would happen.
“Hiwik! It, hau… aeng. Ang… guth…!”
Instead of keeping the stimulation long, I just flicked lightly and repeatedly. Daisy’s mind was half-lost in the intermittent pleasure, but without a decisive blow she was unsatisfied and kept fidgeting with her toes.
“Aang… juinnim… j, just a little more… ne? Haejuseyo…”
By now she’d forgotten shame and was throwing a tantrum.
Adorable. I flicked her clit again with my finger.
“Heugueuk…!”
She jerked again.
Counting just the light orgasms so far, it was about seven.
I only counted the streams of love juice that flowed out, but if I counted precisely it would be more.
“Heeue… juinnim, I hate you…”
I’d even heard her say she hated me. I understood, but…
Normal women rarely experience orgasm, they say.
Still, what Daisy had just gone through was probably as intense as the orgasms most women experience.
In fact, once you feel even that level of pleasure, most women are satisfied and say, “That’s enough…”
Women who have tasted a real, proper orgasm can’t go back. Because the female instinct has finally realized what true pleasure is.
If that desire isn’t satisfied, they go socially astray. The women often called “virgins” fall into that category.
“An daeyeo… more, more… haejuseyo…”
Daisy was neither. She hadn’t experienced the “real” thing yet, but her in-heat body instinctively knew.
It’s not this—right?
Clearly she was in heat. The body craving the unknown “real” thing only felt shallow orgasms. It was like pouring oil on a fire.
And even though I knew that, I tormented Daisy.
“Pussy, should I make it creak-creak?”
“Ye, yes…! Daisy’s pussy, make it creak-creak…!”
When I suggested it, she answered right away, eyes blazing with lust.
In those lust-glazed eyes, a faint madness seemed to lurk.
Until just an hour ago she’d been a cold, expressionless girl, but now she’d become a virgin who desperately wanted to be fucked by a man.
Following Daisy’s expectations, I pushed my finger into her pussy hole.
“Hiwik!”
As if to show I had tormented her enough, it reacted immediately. I slowly rubbed the wet vaginal walls that gripped my finger tightly.
Even with just the first stroke.
“Hwaat, ang. At…? A. Hue… hueng… ang. Ang…”
Not understanding what I meant, Daisy’s voice rose a little. It sounded oddly cute, like she was floating in confusion.
For a moment. I pushed in again with the second stroke, lightly scratching the vaginal walls.
Amid the wet, warm walls that quivered, I easily found the weak spot.
Yes.
“Hiiu. ……it. A. A! —Hugueueeeew…! At. A, hua…! An dae. An daeyeo…! An…! —…”
Fwoosh!
With just two fingers, Daisy’s pussy exploded with a loud gush.
Her lower abdomen pulled tight, and like a dam breaking, she squirted out with a loud fwuuu fwuuu. The bed, the floor, everything was ruined with lewd female juice.
“Good girl.”
“Nu, runjemaeseyot…! Hhiwiiik!”
By the time the squirting slowed, I placed my palm on her lower abdomen and pressed firmly, massaging her womb as if kneading dough.
She had been completely seduced. Even if it wasn’t an imprint, this was already enough.
Fwuuu!
She squirted again, even more violently.
Of course, it was possible because I had tormented her insides until they were boiling hot. Later, I could keep pressing her lower abdomen until she squirted for real, right?
Loving the lewd thoughts, I pressed her lower abdomen hard.
“Hwang! Stop…, stooop…! Sa, ssipeoyo…!”
Daisy, who had been lost in the proper orgasm, finally came to her senses from the lower abdomen massage and protested.
Maybe she was embarrassed that pressing made her squirt.
After an orgasm, her eyes had been slightly rolled back. She recovered quickly.
If I left her like this, she would recover on her own. I had only planned to make her pretty for a little while before my sister came. It was about time to stop.
“Huet…”
Here and there, her modest maid uniform was torn and disheveled. In its place, she wore a lewd outfit. Her pussy throbbed with the afterglow of orgasm. How could I endure it?
“S, just a moment. Juinnim…. Hwaang. No way…!”
Just a little more.
*
Leticia Tepes stood rigidly in front of her beloved younger sister’s door, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside.
A faint female moan echoed out…
Or was it faint because she didn’t want to hear it? In reality, it was far too vivid.
“Hwang! Ang…! Juinnim, huat… jooaayo…”
The voice from beyond the door belonged to a woman she had heard only a few hours earlier. And the other person was probably her brother.
Her chest tightened painfully.
I don’t know what to do, so I just stood rooted to the spot, listening to the moans.
I was confused. It was definitely not good for my brother to do something like this… Maybe I should just give up.
After all, it was strange to have feelings for my brother. No, it wasn’t even a sublime emotion like love in the first place.
“I’m just a perverted girl…”
Just a pervert who uses her brother as a toy for masturbation. A virgin who gets in heat for her brother, could she really have the right to love him?
Even while thinking that, Leticia couldn’t leave the spot. She hesitated.
Leticia Tepes loved her brother. She had fallen in love. Even if she didn’t realize it herself, she refused to admit it.
She already loved her brother.
Because she unconsciously knew it, she couldn’t leave the spot. She stood there like a lost puppy.
“…”
The sounds from beyond the door grew fiercer. They sounded almost like those of a beast.
Would that feel good? No, it would. After all, it was her beloved brother. Leticia was the one who knew that best.
Thump-thump.
My fingertips trembled. Even though I knew it was wrong, Leticia reached out her hand.
Creak.
No sound was supposed to come out, but when she opened the door, she heard something. Leticia was startled.
Still, her hand moved steadily, slowly… opening the door just a crack. Just enough for her to see inside.
Through the slightly opened door, Leticia looked into the room.
And.
“Hugueuek. Hiwik. Eewik… huut. Anggeuk… heeueeuk…! Hua, hit… hiwik. Ogeuk…”
“A…”
With a thick, lewd groan, Daisy’s lewd body convulsed, and her brother toyed with her.
The bed and the disheveled blanket, the canopy hiding the details, but Leticia could roughly guess what was happening inside.
Leticia’s chest felt like it was tearing apart.
The first pain she had ever felt in her life. It hurt too much. She bit her lower lip hard, blood trickled, but the pain in her chest only grew worse.
And.
Because it hurt so much. She wanted to forget but couldn’t. She couldn’t give up.
Because it was too painful, to avoid the pain, Leticia felt her lower abdomen tightening.
“It…?”
What was this? Leticia knew. When she hugged her beloved brother, stroked him, and…
In an instant, she felt her thighs grow wet.
Leticia felt a wave of self-loathing. There was no sister in the world who gets in heat watching her brother’s sex.
Still, her hand moved. Through the door gap, she watched the beastly act and slid her skirt over her hand.
The slightly brushed pussy made a sensitive moan.
“Hwiik!”
It was an endlessly lewd hole. Her brother had made it so. She couldn’t stop it. Even if she masturbated, she had to imagine her brother. Toys only hurt now.
Her brother was needed. If even her brother’s hand could touch her, she could moan lewdly like the crying Daisy, but even more lewdly.
She felt wretched.
Yet her hand wouldn’t stop.