The Forbidden Bliss of Self-Indulgence
The world was full of things no one dared to touch. To hope that everything would turn out exactly as one wished was nothing more than excess.
Charlotte had come to realize, ever since that day, that she possessed power far beyond even the mightiest seventh-circle masters.
First, her instincts had spoken clearly: the blood authority slumbering within this body had shattered the limits of a mere slave’s strength.
In fact, while Isaac had lain unconscious and fighting for his life for days, Charlotte had discovered that certainty.
She had barely been able to control the power, yet she had already blocked an entire army. And not a single seventh-circle expert stood at the emperor’s side.
They had not even thought of piercing the blood mountains she had raised before them. They had simply pointed their swords, acknowledged the gap in strength, and stepped back of their own will.
Of course… if that standoff had dragged on longer and the emperor’s soldiers had deliberately pressed the attack, she would have been in deep trouble.
Yet she had not known the condition of her own power, nor the method of control. Facing an assault from so many masters in such a state?
‘There was no way this would be easy.’
It was a blessing that the emperor had retreated, fearing Isaac would wake.
Otherwise, Charlotte would have had to steel herself. To swing the unfamiliar power, and for the first time in her life, to have her hands stained with blood.
That was why she understood now how difficult it truly was to control the entire world at will.
Even begging her words to be listened to had been possible only before Isaac…
“Wife, do you wish for a concubine?”
That was the context.
Hours earlier, she had brought the topic up to Isaac.
No matter what, he was a noble. He was the undisputed pinnacle of power in the Altmain Empire—second only to the emperor among the two great dukes.
‘…If only his affection could be poured out entirely for me.’
Charlotte wiped that thought away with a bitter smile.
As she had already said, it was excess.
At the very least, there was Elena’s existence.
She would never forget the day the duke’s estate had burned and the powerless her had received help from her.
So, to some degree… yes, she could share the man she loved.
Suppose, for example, Isaac kept two or three concubines.
Then Charlotte would be willing to share ten percent of the affection he gave.
Charlotte closed her eyes gently at that thought.
‘…Right now, if he takes any woman other than Elena, I’d tear her apart.’
At the same time, her mind filled with a far more ruthless idea.
Whether she liked it or not, the desire to possess Isaac alone had never left her.
She had no choice.
“Hmm.”
At that moment Charlotte blinked once more, turned her head silently, and looked away.
“…”
Hours earlier, Isaac, unable to endure her insistence, had finally yielded the seat beside him in the bedroom.
Charlotte’s eyes, gazing at her own blood relative, had once sparkled with a deep, shining light… and soon melted into shy emotion.
‘He’s so handsome…’
It felt strange to admire the sleeping face of a loved one, but she had no choice. The instinct was unavoidable.
Human beings were not creatures who pursued beauty, after all. Charlotte was the same.
The beauty itself was only a secondary factor, yet why did she hesitate to admire the magnificent (?) appearance of the man she loved?
His face alone made her breath catch in her throat.
“…Ugh.”
Charlotte suddenly felt a strange tremor in her lower abdomen.
In plain terms, she was in heat. But now was not the time to give in to that desire.
She did not want to disturb the peaceful time of sleeping beside Isaac.
‘Hold on, Roti. Hold on.’
She exerted superhuman patience, trying to calm her boiling body.
Though Charlotte had begun indulging in lewd acts, sexual intercourse, and even masturbation since last month…
“…”
She did not wish to lose to desire. She believed with all her heart that even this strong libido could never compare to her love for Isaac.
The physical relationship with Isaac was incredibly thrilling, and there was no rush to wake him forcibly just to have it—
“Ha… ugh.”
She knew Isaac had been growing more insistent lately.
Even when throwing a tantrum, one must know one’s limits. Though it was ridiculous, Charlotte understood that fact better than anyone.
“…Haa… huuu…”
Her breath grew rough, and a flush spread across her face.
Her toes curled and then twisted uncontrollably, and her nightgown was already soaked through.
‘A body dripping with water, completely in heat. Haa.’
Charlotte blamed her own body reaction for no reason.
She rubbed her itchy cleft vigorously between her thighs, but that alone would not soothe her.
“…”
Her eyes slowly clouded over.
Looking through that hazy vision at Isaac, Charlotte sensed the edge of reason approaching.
‘Just once… just one more time… What if he gets angry…?’
Munching her lip, she tried to resolve the inner conflict when—
Charlotte suddenly realized something. The solution she had not yet thought of, because Isaac was right beside her.
She rolled her eyes downward for a moment, then thought to herself.
‘…Why not just do it myself?’
In this situation, the most reasonable compromise she had not considered before choosing to wake him.
That is, masturbation. Not quite intercourse, but certainly enough to quiet this raging desire…
‘…While my brother is sleeping right in front of me…’
And in a twisted sense, she could even feel a thrill beyond ordinary intimacy.
“…O.”
Charlotte let out a short gasp. How could she have come up with such a perfect thought?
She admired her own sudden creative leap, then trembled under the blanket.
It was like a caterpillar writhing, searching for the perfect angle to torment her lower lips as effectively as possible.
“Ugh… c, ah…”
She worked hard, yet carefully, lest she wake Isaac.
Soon she had found the ideal position, where she could see her brother’s face and slip her hand between her legs in a single smooth motion.
Next, she moved like flowing water into the next step.
She reached down, pulled off her pajamas, and lowered her inner garments until they rested just above her knees.
“…Haaah.”
The moment her bare skin touched the cool air felt incredibly refreshing.
Charlotte’s expression melted into pure sweetness. Then she slightly bent her index finger, lost in a trance.
Poke…
“—Heugh.”
The moment that slender finger slipped inside, the suppressed pleasure burst free through her body.
The tight inner walls squeezed her finger in a vice-like grip.
But there was still a little space left. She pressed her fingerprint directly onto the spot, held her breath several times, and withdrew.
She lifted the blanket just a little to check, and… how much had she put in? Already her fingertip was glistening with sticky nectar.
She licked the tip of her index finger lightly, then slid her middle finger down as well.
Isaac Havertz, sleeping soundly while not even knowing what his sister was doing right beside him.
‘O… brother…’
Charlotte looked at his peaceful face with eyes as if gazing at a feast of the gods, her expression softening into bliss.
Thump…
Without hesitation she pressed her index and middle fingers together against her still-dripping thighs.
“—?!”
Charlotte jerked her head back as if struck by lightning.
The overwhelming stimulus shot through her core, her lower belly, and even her lower body, blasting straight into her brain.
“Ugh, clothes, hek, agh…?”
She had no idea how thin her moans had become. In truth, she simply had no energy left for such things.
‘Something… even more… than before… haa.’
Had it been during the succession ceremony when Isaac was busy? Of course Charlotte had experienced him lying over her in her own bedroom before.
But this time, this masturbation brought an entirely different stimulation.
The man she loved was lying right beside her.
She could touch him if she only wished.
Yet here she was, leaving her brother untouched while poking and prodding her secret lower entrance with her fingers.
“…”
Charlotte rolled her eyes back and thought.
This was the most exciting situation imaginable.
‘Right now… I’m going to cum.’
Her face flushed with color, her wrist twitching repeatedly, sweat dripping and clinging to her light-blue hair.
Her heated breath flowed endlessly. And the shiver that ran down her spine when that breath tickled Isaac’s neck only made it worse.
The sensation of climax and pleasure sweeping over her like a tidal wave—
Though her words could not describe it well, the feeling itself held no further meaning.
“Hek… heeek…!”
Charlotte loosened the reins of her reason and let out a lewd cry like a beast in heat.
The broken, erotic voice soaked the bedroom quietly.
“Kih?!”
She, who had desperately suppressed the thought ‘I want to kiss Isaac’ that ruled her mind, soon reached her limit.
The premonition of a lightning bolt piercing her forehead.
Charlotte curved her body into a tight circle and squirted in the middle of her motion. The end came swiftly.
Fluff, fluff, fwub…!
In an instant, a red, delicate tongue tip slipped out between her slightly parted lips, surrounded by a face painted with ecstasy, her earlobes trembling.
‘…So good… so good… so good… so good… so good…’
Her eyelids fluttered repeatedly, her body rigid with pleasure.
Charlotte, who had already soaked her panties, pajamas, and even part of the bed sheet—
“Ah… ugh… uhahaa…”
The accumulated fatigue and the afterglow of climax collided in an instant, and her consciousness vanished.
Without even a moment to savor the orgasm flooding her entire body.
Plop.
*****
And dawn broke.
“Haaam… I slept well… I, ah?”
Roti, who had woken from deep, quality sleep, blinked, then met eyes with Isaac.
“…”
“…”
She confirmed her own appearance as well—cleaning her underwear and pajamas with a purification spell.
“…”
‘…Hmm…’
Did she need time to process what had happened and organize her thoughts?
After a long silence, Roti smiled brightly.
“Brother, can you bring me a rope and a chair?”