A Match with the Cheeky Younger Sister
Sophia shook her head slightly from side to side, as if trying to shake the sight of the lust-crazed man before her out of her mind. "I had a feeling ever since you pulled that stunt in the training grounds, but you're really insane."
"Why? Don't want to accept the wager?"
Sophia answered with a self-deprecating smile. "Of course not. Even now, my mind keeps screaming at me to just kill you and that arrogant lover of yours right here and end everything."
A murderous glint flashed in Sophia's eyes. Knowing she wasn't the type to joke around made that predatory gaze all the more terrifying—like a beast staring down its prey. From beside them came the sound of Emilia swallowing hard, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Looking at Emilia, who couldn't hide her blatant excitement, Sophia asked, "Professor Emilia, was Arwen constantly visiting the Reinhardt estate since the start of the semester all to see you?"
Before Emilia could stammer out an awkward reply, I quickly answered for her. The last thing we needed was her saying something she shouldn't. "That's right. Thanks to you giving Josef that unnecessary order, we had quite the headache too."
"Hah. So you even knew about Josef. I really was dancing in the palm of your hand the whole time."
Sophia raised both palms in a gesture of complete surrender. I spoke to her in a calm voice. "I knew you'd accept my proposal."
"Why?"
When she asked for an explanation, I honestly told her the impression I'd gotten of her across the multiple playthroughs of Elysia Story. "Because your obsession with the Reinhardt family is genuine."
"...Obsession, huh."
Sophia didn't deny it. Isabel wanted to seize the Reinhardt family as compensation for losing her husband Ethan. The Valerie family wanted to absorb the northern territory and its soldiers. But from what I'd seen playing the game, Sophia's desire to become head of the family was far simpler than either of theirs. It was an obsession with the idea that only someone worthy should sit at the top of the Reinhardt family, the rulers of the North. Though I called it an obsession, it was the kind of drive that could just as easily be called a sense of duty.
Sophia asked, "Then why challenge someone like me—an obsessed woman—to a wager? Especially when it means taking an unnecessary risk."
It was a fair question. But I couldn't exactly tell her the truth: that this was the adult-game version of the world, the wager was a quest, and the only ability I had was making women climax. So instead I said, "I genuinely wanted your recognition. Becoming head of the family without earning the approval of its strongest member would just make me look ridiculous."
Even as I said it, I thought it sounded like empty posturing. But it was the best I could manage right now. "You don't want to give up after coming this far either. If you win, my life and the position of family head both go to you. I'd rather lose to you than to those Valerie bastards."
Please, please say you'll accept. If the deal fell through here, everything would be over. Game over with Emilia at my side... No thanks.
"Valerie..." Sophia muttered her maternal family's name with a blank expression, then raised her head, her brows furrowed tightly. "Fine. I'll accept the wager. But if I win, you'll keep your promise, right?"
I nodded vigorously, suppressing the urge to cheer in relief and joy. "Of course. I swear on Father's honor."
When I mentioned Ethan, Sophia snorted. "Hah. So you'd sell out your own father's name just to sleep with your little sister? You're truly beyond saving."
"Ahem, well, that's..."
At her sharp jab, I couldn't help coughing. But perhaps because the sincerity behind even such a taboo oath was clear, Sophia didn't press further about whether I'd keep my word.
She shrugged off the plain robe she was wearing and tossed it to the floor. Her beautiful, healthy figure was revealed before my eyes. It was a body that seemed to blend Masha's firmness with Cordelia's softness. Her breasts and hips were worthy of being Isabel's daughter, and especially those thick thighs she'd trained so relentlessly—they were practically works of art. The flesh pressed against her stocking bands made me want to bury my face against them right then and there.
Sophia clicked her tongue at my blatantly appraising gaze. "Do you think I'm some dancer trying to seduce men at a brothel?"
Her attitude suggested that since she'd accepted the wager, we were now equals. What an incredible little sister—still maintaining her dignity even though she knew what was about to happen to her. I had a feeling this wouldn't go as smoothly as it had with Masha or Melina.
"You and Leopold are all the same. The moment a woman yields even a little, you think you own her."
"Leopold?"
"Yeah, you know he was one of my accomplices in this incident."
"R-right? Haha... But why? Did that disgusting Leopold make some weird demand?"
Sophia gave a bitter smile. "He told me to come to his room tonight. If I'd known things would turn out like this, I would've just ignored him."
"That damn beast. How dare he try to defile my sister!"
The moment I heard about Leopold's secret scheme, profanity burst out of me. No wonder he'd been clinging to Sophia like an annoying mosquito since the first time we met. An extra trying to covet a heroine without knowing his place?
But Sophia looked at me like I was being ridiculous. "Hey, do you realize what you're about to do is exactly the same as 'defiling your sister'?"
"Don't compare me to some lust-crazed animal. I just want your genuine recognition."
"Hah, unbelievable. How have you hidden that dwarf-palm-thick shamelessness all this time?"
With a mocking laugh, Sophia began unbuttoning her clothes without being asked. Through the gap, I could see plain white fabric—much simpler than the underwear Cordelia or Isabel wore. Of course, what lay beneath that fabric was anything but plain. As the chance to personally greet Sophia's breasts, which I'd only imagined until now, drew closer, I felt my lower body stiffen.
But just before undoing the last button, Sophia suddenly turned toward Emilia as if she'd just remembered something. Stopping her hands, she placed them on her hips and said, "I accepted the wager, but I don't want anyone watching—especially not your lover. I don't have any fantasies about my first time, but I definitely don't want to become a spectacle."
I could grant her that much consideration. "Then let's go to the next room. There's a bed there too."
Emilia asked with a worried expression, "Are you sure, Arwen? What if Sophia has second thoughts..."
Since she knew full well that her lover didn't have the ability to defeat Sophia one-on-one, her anxiety was understandable. I lightly patted Emilia's shoulder twice. "Don't worry, Emilia. Sophia isn't the type to break a promise."
As I answered Emilia, I glanced at Sophia. "..."
Even at the subtle praise embedded in our conversation, Sophia showed no reaction and simply left the room first.
Of course she's not in a good mood yet.
Before following Sophia, I wordlessly gestured toward Cordelia with my chin while Emilia watched me. A puddle of love juices had formed beneath the chair where Cordelia was bound, nearly dried by now. Emilia nodded quietly in understanding. After confirming she was heading over to untie the impressive little sister, I left the room. I'd reward my hardworking sister generously later.
Sophia, who had arrived first, continued removing the rest of her clothes. With each layer of the academy's modest uniform peeled away, her defenseless bare skin was revealed. Her stomach boasted smooth, well-defined abs in the shape of an eleven. Once she'd removed her top completely, Sophia sat on the bed. The flesh of her buttocks, pressed against the mattress and lacking excess fat, jutted out slightly to the sides. Her hips were truly impressive in size. And when she pulled down the pants that had clung to her skin, the secret valley between her thick thighs stole my gaze. Plain white panties with no pattern, and above them, a hint of silver hair glistening with transparent droplets of sweat. Unlike her neatly trimmed armpits, this area still had some longer strands. Well, a smooth, hairless mound was nice, but I wasn't the type to mind a little hair.
Noticing the meaning behind my gaze, Sophia blushed slightly. "Hmph. I was planning to clean up before going to see Leopold."
"It's fine. The fluffy look actually gives it a cute, doll-like feel."
"W-what? Doll...? Is that really something you should say while looking at your little sister's... Haa, whatever. Just hurry up and tell me your precious rules."
To Sophia, who squeezed her eyes shut as if fed up, I explained the rules I'd decided on. "It's simple. The first person to make their opponent climax five times during their attack turn wins. The one who succeeds in making them climax gets to continue attacking. We'll decide who goes first by flipping a coin."
Sophia slowly opened her eyes and repeated, "Climax?"
"Yeah. Don't tell me you don't even know what that means? I'm sure you've at least tried masturbating before, Sophia."
"Kh, don't treat me like an idiot. Of course I know what it means."
"You didn't deny that you've masturbated. As your big brother, I'm really curious who you were thinking about while doing it."
"Shut up. What kind of brother in the world gets curious about that sort of thing?!"
Sophia glared at me coldly, then calmed her voice as if refusing to play along with my pace any longer. "Instead of showing off in front of your naked little sister, why don't you just hurry up and strip too?"
"Why? Do you want to see your big brother's body that badly?"
"Hah. This is the last time you'll get to talk so arrogantly. I'm going to win and make this the last time you ever get to ejaculate in your life."
"Alright, alright... You're really impatient."
Sophia snorted. "Hmph. It's probably nothing special anyway. Just take off your pants already."
"I heard you the first time."
At her urging, I slowly lowered my pants. Sophia watched me with a satisfied expression as I grumbled while removing them, as if she thought I'd only done it because she'd ordered me to. But that confident look didn't last long. When she saw the massive serpent sleeping inside my underwear, Sophia cried out in shock. "W-what the hell?! That size is impossible! Did you pull some kind of trick?!"
Faced with a male organ that far exceeded her common sense, the hope of winning the wager vanished from Sophia's face, replaced by bewilderment. Seeing her icy expression twist at the sight of my member sent a thrilling sense of conquest and superiority through my lower body. With a voice that had grown louder along with my confidence, I said, "It's too early to be surprised. This isn't even close to my full erection size."
"Did you use this vulgar, oversized thing to violate Cordelia?"
"Violate? This is a wager. What, are you scared now? If so, you can still forfeit and admit defeat."
"...Enough. Stop with the unnecessary talk and come at me!"
Though she'd said it boldly, the fear-twisted furrow between Sophia's brows didn't smooth out. Still, her courage in not giving up even after seeing my cock was admirable. "Well, that's fine with me. Shall we begin?"
I stripped off my remaining clothes and slowly approached Sophia. Thus began the second stage of building Arwen's incestuous harem—the conquest of Sophia.