The Unforgivable Insult (3)
I clenched my teeth. This was an insult I simply could not swallow, even as her older brother and, more importantly, as a man.
I grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her toward the bed.
*Crunch!*
“……!”
I immediately shoved her down onto the mattress, pinning both of her wrists in one hand while forcing her body into complete submission.
Even though she was beneath me, Charlotte looked up at me with the most unnervingly calm eyes. It was as if she were daring me to do my worst. The fact that the corner of her mouth even twitched upward twisted something deep inside my chest.
“……You’re really something.”
I forced out a dry chuckle, furrowing my brows. Where on earth did one find a sister who could make her older brother this angry?
I knew I couldn’t stay proud of myself for this, but was it even a man’s behavior to sit still after being treated like this?
No. I didn’t want to.
“……”
I exhaled deeply, reaching out. My head was boiling, but no amount of rough force would give her a real taste of pain.
After all, she had handed herself over to me, fully aware of what I might do.
From what I had seen so far, my little sister clearly enjoyed the bite of pain.
If I pushed with my strength, she could do anything. Even if I pinned her down and made her enjoy it, I probably wouldn’t be able to resist.
Yet here I was, holding her down… What did that mean?
I slowly lowered the arm I had been stretching out. Without hesitation I brushed against the hem of her skirt, then slid my hand upward.
A single tug and the fabric shifted. The rounded swell of her breasts, the pale flawless skin, and her tiny, perfect navel were all laid bare.
“……Hey.”
It seemed even Charlotte’s usual blank expression couldn’t remain unaffected by such exposure.
Her eyebrows twitched slightly as she lifted her chin, doing her best to appear composed.
“You pinned me down and the only thing you can do is this? Why not just tear it apart? That would actually look like a real man, you pathetic older brother.”
“……”
“Still no good, huh. Aah, that useless little thing between your legs might as well be eaten by its own sister…”
*Smack!*
I had never intended to let her finish her sentence.
I immediately seized her stomach.
“……”
“……”
And a heavy silence fell.
I flinched for a moment, but quickly regained my composure and pinched her belly.
It was soft. Softer than I had expected.
I hadn’t meant to do that. I had planned to try something else.
But here we were.
*Soft…*
My instincts had betrayed me. The moment I saw that smooth, tender skin, I couldn’t stop myself from touching it.
“Oppa.”
“Yeah.”
“If this was just an act to provoke my real anger, then fine. I’ll admit it. You were extremely successful.”
Charlotte looked up at me with bloodshot eyes that burned with rage—the image of a demoness. It was nothing like the playful provocation she had shown just moments ago.
I remembered the casual story I had once told Elena.
No matter who it was… for a woman, the skin around the navel was the one spot that should never be touched. It was forbidden territory.
“……I didn’t mean to do that.”
I muttered, slightly embarrassed, and pulled my hand away. Only then did Charlotte’s vicious expression soften.
I was about to say something—anything—but changed my mind.
Charlotte was clearly trying to communicate something with her expression. She did not want me to mention the lower part.
“……Hah.”
I cleared my throat and looked away. My willpower was already at its limit from staring at her face.
“Haaah.”
And Charlotte let out a long sigh. She turned her head away as if she found watching my every move too bothersome.
“So can you really act like a man? You can’t even fuck a girl who offers her whole body without any resistance.”
“……”
“Fine, then. Let’s make one thing clear right now, Isaac Havertz.”
The way she called me changed again. I shuddered and turned to look at her. She grinned with murderous intent.
“I’m extremely angry right now. You can see it for yourself. That silver-haired man leaves his adorable little wife behind and goes off somewhere, then marries another woman a day later.”
“……Marrying? That’s a bit of an exaggeration…”
“Shut up. I’m speaking. Keep listening.”
Her sharp words came in rapid bursts. I had no choice but to stay silent.
A small surge of anger flared inside me, but Charlotte remained perfectly calm.
Still pinned beneath me, she stretched out her legs and casually brushed her foot against the tip of my cock while she spoke.
“So, at first, I thought I might just take that thing hanging between that man’s legs and make it mine.”
Charlotte’s eyes curved into a beautiful crescent smile. Then, with surprising skill, she slid her toes down the sensitive head of my cock.
The feeling of smooth skin sliding over the most sensitive part. A little pain, and a little pleasure.
A faint, overwhelming sensation ran along my spine. It was humiliating, but the emotion it stirred inside me was beyond words.
“……You like that?”
“……”
“You pervert.”
I cooled off instantly. The moment I was scolded by Charlotte, guilt crashed over me.
Now was not the time to scold her. Maybe I was the one turning abnormal.
……Anyway, Charlotte kept talking.
“Hmm…… So, let me go back. You couldn’t last even ten minutes. Until just now, I really wanted to tear that thing off.”
“……Tear it off?”
“I thought it might be a bit too extreme.”
I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t expected her to say that.
Too extreme. Ripping off the penis was too extreme?
It sounded completely reasonable, but I had never imagined Charlotte would say it.
I felt a surge of anticipation and looked down at her.
“Of course, considering the wound my pride took, it would be a perfectly fitting punishment.”
She added with a mocking lilt. I kept my mouth shut and thought.
Did I really have to bring this cheeky little sister to the absolute peak until she cried and begged for mercy?
If I used magic, there was nothing I couldn’t do… but still.
“Anyway, what I want to say is simple.”
Charlotte smiled arrogantly as if she were looking down at me even while lying beneath me. She wore an expression of perfect ease.
“If you don’t want to be bitten, then go ahead and satisfy me tonight. The standard, of course, will be whatever I decide on my own.”
“……”
“Penetration, handjob, tongue, or any other method. It doesn’t matter. If you give me enough pleasure that I feel truly overwhelmed, I’ll be generous and forgive you this one time. How does that sound? Quite the honor, right?”
As she said it, she tilted her head slightly—only about thirty degrees to the side.
At that moment, her long indigo hair spilled over her pale neck.
I silently swallowed dry. I wasn’t that kind of person, but somehow I found myself wanting to dirty that pure, unblemished skin.
Charlotte’s toes continued sliding up and down my cock, teasing the tip and the shaft.
A rush of blood surged through me. My mind went blank, consumed by raw desire. The instinct to spill inside her burned hot.
The urgency was already at its limit.
I moved my body without a word. Still holding her down, I grabbed one of her thighs with my other hand and forced her legs wide apart.
*Throb…*
I pushed myself into her. Foreplay and warmth were unnecessary.
We were both already excited enough; I was even more so.
“……You know what, Isaac?”
Right then Charlotte spoke up, the corner of her mouth lifting in the slightest teasing smile, as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.
“I had a pretty dangerous day today.”
“──”
“If I cum inside, what will happen?”
She giggled, and the sound was like that of a little succubus—dark and dangerously seductive.
……But…….
“──Huu.”
I had no intention of pulling back today either. I swept my bangs aside and gently stroked her belly.
“……Oppa? I told you I had a dangerous day today.”
Charlotte repeated it once more, looking as if she thought I might have missed it.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed my thumb hard into the soft skin just above her navel.
*Crunch!*
“……Nngh, hah! Keup!?”
It was strong enough to deliver a genuinely sharp pain for a moment.
At the same moment, Charlotte’s expression twisted in agony as she let out a strangled cry.
*Plop!*
I thrust my hips with enough force that her entire body lifted off the bed.
Before any lubricant could even play its part.
“Kuah, hah, ah…!?”
That was the first time the word “ease” left Charlotte’s face.