Big Sis Ardella and Siron's Jealous Bite
My palms are sweating in real time with Smith and the others—I'm that flustered. I want to jump out the window right in front of me. Up ahead, Ardella, who's so far above me in status she's practically untouchable, is smiling, while next to me, the somewhat jealous Siron has raised her fist with veins bulging.
Getting knuckle-sandwiched by that fist wouldn't be a joke—I'd probably say goodbye to this world with a high probability. As death creeps right up to my chin, my rigid brain kicks into overdrive.
Flash!
"Uh, um, L-Lady Ardella?"
"Yes."
"I definitely... uh, in the carriage, I did call her 'big sis.' Yeah, sure. But I don't remember calling you, Lady Ardella, that way."
"True enough. It wasn't directed right at me."
"Exactly!!"
I swallow hard and sneak a glance at Siron beside me.
"......"
She's still got her fist raised, but those vicious, popping veins on the back of her hand have smoothed out completely. Just as I think I've dodged the crisis and start to exhale in relief—
"True, you did call my knights the 'cool big sis crew.'"
"Pardon? Oh, yeah... that's right."
"So as their captain, I'd naturally be included in those cool big sisses too, right?"
"Pardon? Uh, um... y-yeah...?"
"Good enough. When we're not in an official setting, feel free to call me big sis. That settles it, doesn't it?"
"......"
I can't bring myself to answer, just gulping dryly and nodding my head very, very slightly.
Crunch.
Eek!! Did I just hear something snap? I glance over at the creepy sound from the side, and there's Siron, cheek twitching, lips clenched tight in a frozen grimace.
"Alright then. Try calling me Big Sis Ardella right now."
"......Pardon?"
I'd been watching Siron's mood, but Ardella's sudden suggestion makes me jump for real. Siron's face next to me looks outright pissed—anyone could see it. If even I can tell from this close, Ardella across from us sure as hell knows.
Yet she's making that ridiculous proposal with her usual stoic face.
"My family only has creepy little sisters, so I've always thought it'd be nice to have a little brother like you. That's why I said it, but looks like I messed up."
Her expression didn't change at all. But I can feel Ardella getting down, and it's throwing me off big time.
"Uh, um, A-Ardella... Big Sis?"
"......"
"......"
The room goes dead silent in a scary way. I figure this is my last day on earth.
"Once more. Call me one more time."
But luckily, it seems my grim thought will stay just that. Before she changes her mind, I quickly do as Ardella asks.
"Ardella Big Sis. Ardella Big Sis!!"
"Mm."
Once was hard, but twice, three times? Surprisingly easy. And with her blue eyes sparkling so beautifully, how could I resist? Sure, Siron's gonna give me a world of hurt later, but the water's spilled—nothing to do but roll with it.
"You... no, Smith. Not bad. Honestly, it's great. Makes me seriously pissed that you're stuck with the Adventurer's Guild."
"Pardon?"
"Forget I said that. High Priestess. Let's get this over with. I'm in a good mood now, but we've wasted time, so keep it short."
"Understood."
My question gets buried, and the High Priestess stands, extending one hand toward me.
"Just grab hold."
"Ah, yes."
I gently take the High Priestess's pale, delicate hand.
"Repeat after me from now on."
"Yessir. Got it."
"Hehe, alright... I swear to the God of Abundance, Rapitera, that from this moment, I will speak only the pure truth without a shred of falsehood."
"I swear to Rapitera that from this moment..."
"Good. Now just answer my questions. Brother Smith, under orders from James, your fellow guild receptionist..."
The High Priestess asks about everything that happened to me, and I confirm it all.
"Last one. Brother Smith, were you assaulted or forced into anything sexual there?"
"Hmm......"
What a tough question. Not out of embarrassment—the situation's just too ambiguous. Skipping the part where I groped first to escape, the thing with the bandit girl after Siron's knuckle? It wasn't exactly consensual; she jumped me. Does that count as forced? Swearing on a god's name makes it hard to spit out, so I hesitate...
"High Priestess, that's enough. Smith, you don't have to answer. The fact you're hesitating is answer enough."
"If Ardella says so, we'll stop here."
"Good. I, Ardella Filoria, acting on behalf of Countess Ardel Filoria, hereby affirm that the punishment carried out today by Priestess Agatha, servant of Rapitera, is just."
Ardella says that, stands, and puts her helmet back on from her waist.
"Personally, I'd love to slice off those bandit bitches' tits... but if the victim doesn't want it, it wouldn't be right for me to interfere. I'll take my leave then, Smith. Hope we meet again someday."
Like when she came in, Ardella leaves quickly after saying her piece.
"Yes, Brother Smith. We're done here, so you can go."
"Uh... I can?"
"Yes. Or would you like to watch the punishment? I doubt it, but if you want, I can reserve a front-row seat. As the victim, you have every right."
I think it over. Leaving now means facing a fuming Siron—what kinda pain awaits? Still... better the devil I know. No matter how much I mull it, watching that inhuman punishment to kill time feels wrong. Even if they're the bitches who kidnapped me for slave money.
"No thanks. I'll head out."
"Wise choice. Some guys who've watched these public punishments end up with erectile dysfunction or gynophobia from the trauma."
What the hell is so brutal it causes that? On the flip side, her saying that makes me curious—maybe just a peek...
"Ah!! W-wait, what about that guy? James? What happened to him?"
"You wanna know?"
"Uh... no."
A strong gut feeling says hearing it won't end well, so I shake my head fast. The High Priestess nods lightly.
"Alright. I'll go prep the finale, so take your time talking and then leave."
She glances at Siron beside me, then stands and exits the room.
"......"
"......"
The room, now just me and Siron, fills with awkward silence.
I hear that when a guy's down or pissed, letting a girl grope his chest fixes it quick. I look down at my rock-hard pecs. No way touching these would help.
What would cheer her up? My 26 years as a solo brain kicks into gear!!
"Siron. Wanna jerk me off?"
"Hah—?!"
Fuck, I'm screwed. Stupid brain. I offered my balls—the softest part on me—but now I'm worried my dick might actually get chopped.
"You... you fucking pervert!!"
"S-Siron—mmph!!"
Some unstoppable force drags my body toward Siron against my will, and something soft and wet presses on my lips.
Smack, slurp... Pwah!!
"Si-Siron? H-here? That's... mmph!!"
Slurp, smack, schlick, smooch!!
A kiss so clumsy it's adorable. Siron ravages my mouth like she wants every drop of my spit, licking everywhere.
Pah...!! "Fucking idiot... goddamn bitch. Fucking cunt!!"
"Siron—ow?!"
"You face-obsessed horny bitch!!"
"W-wait?! That shit really hurts!!"
Crunch, crunch, crunch!! After devouring my mouth, Siron suddenly bites my neck and collarbone through my shirt with her sharp shark teeth, leaving marks so deep they draw blood.
"Ahh... slurp... smack... lick... smooch..."
"Ahhh."
After biting wounds into me, she starts licking and sucking the spots with her bright red tongue. Lick lick lick. Siron flips me over, mounts me, and laps at my neck even more fervently. The sharp pain turns to ticklish tingles, my body heats up, and a naughty throb builds in my crotch like it's about to burst hard.
"Hah... smack smack smack..."
"Si-Siron?"
I call out to her, still trapped under tight panties, my poor dick swelling painfully inside. She looks down at me with a gaze that sends shivers down my spine.
Squish—♥
"Urghhh!!"
"......"
Siron presses down on my crushed dick with her plump ass, eyeing me in a way that makes my hips twitch.
Is this the queen's gaze? Somehow... somehow... it feels good...
"Horny pervert dog, popping a boner already."
"Ahem."
"As long as it has tits, you're good?"
"N-no, even I wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't? Bullshit. You hit on a bitch who couldn't even recognize your face?"
No, it wasn't like that? Hard to refuse, but not impossible. I just didn't wanna see Ardella bummed, so I couldn't say no. Looks bad on me now. Smith, you horny fuck!! Falling for power and tits, making Siron sad!!
"Ahem... s-sorry, for real."
"Sorry my ass—why's your dick this rock-hard then?"
She's going feral now.
"You're too hot; it's an unavoidable reaction..."
"......I'm number one."
"Huh? Number one what?"
"I'm always first, always the best. Got it? Me, who fell for a ragtag loser like you—I'm number one."
Siron's face, straddling my belly, is still beet red. But I get it. It was rage-fueled before; now it's pure embarrassment. Siron's scary as hell, but just as cute and lovable.
"Of course. Siron, you're the prettiest and most lovable to me."
"......Bullshit."
Jackpot. "Bullshit" from Siron means her anger's down to a pout. How do I know? Two days of sticky body talk taught me that solid fact.
Proof: the coldness is gone from her eyes looking down at me. Siron leans in slow, nestling naturally into my arms as I lie there.
"Hurts?"
"Huh? What? Feels like nothing."
Truth is, it started stinging after her smooch fest, but I'm no frail guy here—I play it cool as fuck.
We hug wordlessly for a while. Feeling the comfy pressure of her full tits—
Squish squish knead.
"Guh...? Siron?"
"What, idiot... You said touch it, so I am."
"No... that's not it."
Siron slyly slips her hand down, into my pants, toying with my dick and balls like playthings—not too hard, not too soft. It's so teasingly good. After kneading my hard-on and nuts for a bit, she pulls her hand out and slips from my embrace.
"Uh, ahem... pants off here?"
"Shut up with the bullshit and get up. I'll drop you at the guild, then crash."
"Wha...? That's it? I'm diamond-hard here?"
"Deal with it."
Siron's already at the door, handle in hand, smirking back at me.
"Jerk off at the guild or whatever. Hehe."
She flashes a devilish grin and bails out the door.
"Meet 30-minutes-ago Smith and you're dead. Fuckin' perv."
I press down my throbbing dick and stagger out the room all awkward-like.