The Day of the Decisive Battle

The unwelcome guest who entered Angel's Share pulled back the hood of their robe, revealing a face I recognized all too well. It was Sophia. Her expression was icy cold, even frostier than usual, as she stared at me and Emilia. Despite coming face-to-face with the unexpected figure of Emilia, there wasn't the slightest trace of panic on Sophia's face. It was a chilling, composed calm—the kind that suggested she wouldn't even let out a short scream if a needle hidden in her shoe pricked her foot.

I wasn't sure if she'd be able to maintain that composure once she saw the scene I'd prepared. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed the minute hand pointing at twelve and the shorter hand resting over six. Sophia had arrived exactly at six in the evening, just as I'd demanded.

As she looked at the person who'd completely ruined her day, her lips began to twitch. But before she could speak, I opened my mouth first. Now that Sophia had stepped onto the stage, I couldn't afford to lose even a single turn in the conversation.

I lifted the corners of my mouth slightly and spoke in a voice that slid lightly down my throat.

Instead of answering, Sophia slowly turned her head, letting those cold eyes drink in the sight of the tavern's interior. I raised both hands slightly toward her.

Sophia let out a small snort and finally spoke.

I didn't need Sophia to remind me; I already knew that much. Still, Master, if you're going to charge a hundred gold, you could at least clean the place properly beforehand. The sticky traces of everyday life clung to my index finger after I ran it across the desk. I rubbed the grimy residue off with my thumb as I replied.

Sophia gave a light laugh in agreement with my answer. Her pale pink lips parted slightly against her snow-white skin. It was the first time I'd ever seen Sophia smile—whether in the game or in reality. It felt like holding a single poisonous flower and inhaling its scent. I knew it was dangerous, yet I couldn't resist the temptation. Of course, I knew that smile wasn't born from any affection or fondness toward me.

The faint smile vanished from Sophia's face as quickly as it had appeared. She quickly regained her usual composed expression and asked,

It was an unexpected question. I'd thought she only saw family as tools for her own success. I answered her with the exact feelings I held toward Cordelia.

Sophia's brow twisted as if she'd seen something repulsive.

Sophia placed both hands on her hips and continued.

As expected of Sophia. Even in a battle of nerves where she was clearly at a disadvantage, she refused to yield easily.

Sophia smiled again. This time it was slightly brighter than before. I returned her smile with one of my own. The only person who couldn't smile in this moment was Emilia. She watched our dangerously precarious conversation in complete silence, like someone walking on thin ice that could shatter at any moment. To Emilia, who had thrown herself into the underworld for the sake of her younger brother, this kind of family dynamic must have been completely foreign. Still, families like this existed too. Wasn't this a common sight in other noble houses fighting over succession?

At that point, as if declaring that the pointless jokes were over, Sophia stopped smiling and returned to an expressionless face. She asked me again,

I gestured to Sophia and said,

After warning her, I slowly rose from my seat and walked toward the stairs leading to the second floor of Angel's Share.

Emilia hurriedly stood up, her body stiff with tension, and followed behind me. The wine glasses on the table shook precariously, nearly falling to the floor. Sophia only began moving after my sister and Emilia had climbed halfway up the stairs. What an incredibly cautious prey. 'Maybe that's exactly why hunting her feels so satisfying?' Thinking that way turned the tension of facing Sophia into a thrill of excitement.

What awaited us on the second floor was the trap I'd prepared especially for Sophia. I couldn't wait to see how her cold face would twist when she saw it.

The place Emilia and I headed toward was the largest room at the end of the second-floor hallway—the master's private quarters. Feeling the rough, cheap carpet typical of a tavern beneath my shoes, I stopped in front of the door. A faint moan was leaking through the gap.

Of course, it wasn't the muscular master's moan. I didn't even want to imagine that. There were only four people in this tavern right now. It seemed Sophia, still standing several steps away, couldn't hear the sound yet. She watched me from a distance.

To shake off my nerves, I gripped the doorknob firmly and spoke.

I turned my head to look at her as I carefully opened the door. The grand spectacle I'd poured my heart into preparing greeted Sophia.

"Mmmph... haaauuuh♡"

Inside the room, a blonde woman wearing a blindfold and a cylindrical gag in her mouth was tied to a chair with her legs spread wide. The only thing covering her shameful naked body was the rope wrapped tightly around her. The rope, twisted from wooden fibers, was soaked in the woman's sweat, its original light brown color now darkened to a deep shade.

But that wasn't all. Between her rope-bound, widely spread thighs, a dildo was embedded in her pussy, writhing automatically even without anyone moving it. The dildo served as a plug. It prevented the viscous liquid inside her hole from flowing out. Naturally, that liquid was my semen.

The woman's tiny hole twitched as it was violated by the cold rod that carried no warmth. Thanks to that, semen slowly leaked from her opening and dripped onto the chair. The owner of the moans that had been escaping the room was this pitiful woman, whose tongue was pressed down by the gag, preventing her from even making proper sounds.

Sophia, upon discovering the woman who had become an instrument emitting lewd moans like a singing phonograph, could only cry out a single word.

Sophia's mouth fell open as she called her little sister's name. It was the most vivid expression I'd seen on her face so far. Her hand twitched near her waist—if a sword had been hanging there, she would have drawn it instantly and cut down the vile kidnapper.

Sophia glared at me and demanded,

Well, even if they had different mothers, Sophia probably never imagined that her older brother would violate his own sister. I gave an indifferent reply to Sophia, who was showing a perfectly reasonable reaction, as if it were nothing.

While Sophia froze at the incomprehensible explanation, I removed the gag that had been covering Cordelia's mouth. As soon as the gag came off, thick saliva that had been trapped inside poured out, flowing down her chest, past her navel, and all the way to the patch of hair above her pussy.

Cordelia, with her tongue hanging out like a dog exhausted from the heat, said,

I grabbed the dildo embedded in Cordelia and began thrusting it in and out, stirring her insides.

I sucked Cordelia's apologizing tongue into my mouth. Her soft, wet tongue didn't resist; instead, it tangled with mine inside my mouth. Her mouth carried an intensely lewd scent after thirty minutes of being gagged and acting out the tragedy of a little sister being raped.

It was an absurd situation—an older brother sexually violating his little sister. Sophia's body trembled as if she might rush at the beast before her eyes at any moment. I pulled my mouth away from Cordelia and casually wiped my lips, which were covered in my sister's saliva.

While Sophia wore an enraged expression after being mocked by me, Cordelia spoke in a desperate voice. It was hard to believe this was her first time acting; her performance was flawless. Even the usually cold Sophia had been completely fooled, which said everything.

I stepped on the dildo inside Cordelia, pushing it even deeper, then turned my head toward Sophia and said,

I gestured with my chin, telling her to check it again. But Sophia shook her head.

There was only one reason I kept insisting on the word "contest." The quest's completion condition was to obtain Sophia's submission.

Sophia tilted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her head slightly and asked,

I gave a small shrug.

Sophia asked back in a calm voice,

The chill in her voice made me think how easily she could talk about killing someone. Well, for Sophia, killing me would probably be easier than a child's game. I licked my lips once, trying not to be overwhelmed by her sharp aura.

Of course, there was no actual evidence. There were no secret subordinates waiting on standby, either. In truth, I knew absolutely nothing about who Sophia had worked with, when, or how. All I knew was the result—that she had succeeded in neutralizing the totem. But that alone was enough to corner her. Given Sophia's perfectionist personality, the mere fact that I knew about her plan would make her believe she had already failed.

In the end, Sophia let out a sigh that acknowledged her defeat and said,

After a brief silence, Sophia spoke again.

Sophia crossed her arms. It was probably her way of showing that she was unfazed. But despite her efforts, the breasts tightly hugged by her arms were trembling slightly. Tension, fear—her heart must have been swirling with similar emotions.

I barely suppressed the smile of triumph at having successfully cornered Sophia and said,

Instead of agreeing or denying my words, Sophia simply bit her lip in silence. She had probably realized it the moment she saw her sister tied to the chair. The words that were about to come out of my mouth.