Chapter 223: This Side of Her Was Actually Quite Cute.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 223: This Side of Her Was Actually Quite Cute.
I had been looking forward to a petty catfight, but unfortunately, while Tiria did have designs on me, she possessed a firm and perverted preference for not "eating unripe fruit."
Consequently, when faced with her friend’s aggressive rebuttals, she simply brushed off most of the arguments with a look that said, 'Are you really trying to look good for a little brat? Tsk, tsk...' and let it slide without any major incident.
Lately, the youngest, who had been acting like a wary cat, watched me suspiciously as I wagged my tail among the older sisters. Once she realized nothing was going to happen, she retreated into her room and locked the door.
It seemed her "storm and stress" period had already arrived. As her older brother, I felt a bit hurt that she’d been locking her door so often lately, but I had no choice but to accept it as the natural order of things.
If I were to break the doorknob or try to force my way in because I didn't like her attitude, it would likely only lead to bigger problems.
Just like Iris, she’d surely open the door after some time and start parading around the house in nothing but a camisole and panties.
Tiria, who had been roped into the tedious task of looking after the brats while Mom was away, leaned back against the sofa with her hair still damp, killing time by watching the news.
Whenever a holographic screen flickered in the air, she would give it a cursory check and sign off on it. Even as she sat there looking like a total unemployed bum, sipping on a can of beer with a vacant expression, her face was undeniably beautiful enough to make the scene look like a painting.
In contrast, our house's sow—before she became her son's exclusive meat toilet and outlet for sexual desire—usually spent her time quietly reading, meditating, or asking us about our day. The difference was stark.
Tiria looked exactly like the kind of defenseless young aunt you'd see in a smutty manga.
"What is it, brat? Do you want to play with big sister?"
I wanted to nod at the sight of the smiling Angel shaking her beer can, but it was important to maintain a proper distance from this trashy Prosecutor Sister, whose only hope for salvation was a complete personality overhaul.
I needed to make her anxious by acting like I might give in but never actually doing so. However, since the Angel had a firm, perverted conviction against touching "unripe fruit," I figured I’d have to leave her conquest to my future self.
"Are you shy~?"
At the sight of the trashy Angel Prosecutor looking down on me, the male within me began to whisper.
Pride: Shall I take out the dick, Master?
If I were to pull out that long flesh rod...
Then she wouldn't be able to utter a single word.
With her mouth hanging open at the sight of its magnificent majesty, I would surely be the one looking down on that annoying, perverted Angel.
"Well, if you want to become more like Big Sister's type, I could teach you a few thin— Hey! Where are you going?!"
She undoubtedly possessed a deliciously tight meat pile, but seeing her acting so high and mighty, it was easy to tell that if I made a move the wrong way, I’d end up trapped.
I wanted to violently thrust my penis into the Angel's cobwebbed, pink meat pile and stretch her mound so wide it would never close again, engraving her first experience into her mind forever. But this shameless Prosecutor Sister, overflowing with self-love, was even more dangerous than Hindel.
I could beat her ideology into shape with my rod, but until that overflowing self-love was broken, it would be impossible.
"I'm going to wash up~!"
"Big sister is very busy, so I won't have time later. You can wash up later..."
"Whatever."
"Hey, hey! I'm going to be super busy tomorrow...! If not now, then...!"
Leaving Tiria's voice behind, I headed for the bathroom.
***
The slow sound of running water echoed from the master bathroom.
There were two bathrooms in the house, but washing separately was an inefficient waste of money.
Although the house wasn't in my name, since it was in Mom's name and I was the master of that sow, this house was technically mine too. As a man, I needed to uphold the spirit of frugality.
"You understand, right?"
"...I-I suppose so."
The Witch Sister, who had been relaxing in a bathtub full of hot water, slightly covered her chest with her arms and hung her head, agreeing with my logic.
Of course, she couldn't even hide the fact that her narrowed eyes were stealing glances at my stiff, giant cock.
Normally, to enjoy the hot water in a tub, one should lightly wash their body before entering, but the "water" I intended to enjoy wasn't the stuff in the tub.
I planned to enjoy the water filling a warm meat pile, quite different from the magic of a Witch who primarily dealt with the ice attribute!
As I stepped into the tub, which was spacious enough for a family of four, I saw Cassia start to slide toward the corner to avoid me.
A soldier sister who kept her thighs pressed tight, covering her chest and genitals in embarrassment. Unlike Aoi Takahara, Jin Ryu-hwa, or Marika, she didn't have a six-pack, but her well-defined 11-line abs were a sight to behold.
It was a different kind of charm compared to our house's sow, the former Swordmaster turned office lady, whose side-fat was starting to become pinchable.
"...."
She was clearly feeling burdened. But the fact that she didn't leave even though she was finished washing was a clear green light.
She looked restless, repeatedly opening her mouth to say something to me before clamping it shut again.
Perhaps she was remembering the "soaping up" sessions where I had thoroughly trained her in masturbation, as her erect nipples were clearly visible beneath the areolae she was trying to hide with her arms.
I moved closer to Cassia again. After shifting around a bit, she eventually sat still and allowed me to sit right next to her.
My fully erect alter ego began to throb and protest, demanding that she provide her female hole immediately.
"Will you wash me?"
"S-Should... Should I...?"
Just as I had programmed the "gimmick" into Mom that she wouldn't remember the next day if she drank alcohol, I had instilled the logic into this Witch soldier sister that washing required touching each other's important parts. She hurriedly stood up in the tub.
"Just wash me now. With water."
I pulled her wrist. Her unresisting female body was pulled back into the tub with ease. A body capable of using mana already possessed strength far beyond that of a normal person her age; if she wanted to, she could easily lift dozens of kilograms of dumbbells.
"Ugh... ugh..."
She seemed to want to say something, but when I took her wrist and moved it over my penis, her long fingers gripped it with a trembling hand. She had quite a few calluses, but those calluses felt more like a unique sensation than something hard.
"Yes, just like that, slowly up and down. You're doing great."
As the silver-haired Witch Sister turned her head completely away and consoled my penis with her hand, I slid my hand between her thighs.
"Ngh...! T-There is..."
"Since Cassia is washing me, I'm washing you too, right?"
Acting was my specialty. I looked at Cassia with an innocent expression while sliding my fingers between her tightly closed thighs and softly stroking her mound.
"Hng...!"
I flinched as her fingers suddenly gripped my penis tightly.
Of course, since there was no mana in her grip, my son wasn't crushed or broken, but it still startled me.
This damn bitch, how dare she...
No, no, I was overthinking it. Lately, the sisters around me, including the sow, had given me so much experience in the traits of a sadistic master that my personality was becoming warped.
I told myself it was just the cute reaction of an inexperienced soldier sister and naturally began to stroke her vaginal opening.
Because we were in the water, I couldn't hear that pleasant squelching sound, but I could feel my finger sliding into the hole, encountering a sticky fluid that was distinctly different from the water.
"Ngh, ngh, ngh... mmm...!"
"You have to keep your hand moving, Cassia. Hmm?"
"I-I know..."
I loved the weak hand that gripped my arm as I began to tease her vaginal opening.
Not knowing where it felt good, her movements as she slowly stroked from the base to the glans caused pre-cum to surge out from my urethra, making a soft groan escape my lips.
It was a clumsy touch without a hint of technique, but I thoroughly enjoyed that awkward, earnest sensation as I retaliated by softly pushing my fingers into her tender meat pile.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
I could feel the sensation of love juices mixing at my fingertips. Her inner meat pile pressed against my fingers, trying to prevent them from moving.
"Ngh, ngh, ngh... hng...! Ngh...!"
Her thighs trembled and she squeezed my arm, but seeing them slowly spread apart, it seemed she had been suffering from quite a bit of pent-up desire since I first taught her how to masturbate.
The hand stroking my penis stopped, but it didn't matter, as she could just masturbate using the female hole I was currently thrusting into.
"Ngh... ah... oh... ah, ah, ah, ah...! Haa...! Ngh...!"
Seeing her huddled there, shaking her head from side to side while gripping my arm with both hands, I felt it was about time to start.
"Are you going to climax already? We just started."
"I... I've been holding it in... for so long... hng... ah... W-What am I saying... hng...!"
She seemed to regret her words a moment later, perhaps remembering that this was all under the pretext of "washing," but this side of her was actually quite cute.