The Taste of My Step-Sister's Pussy (1)
A few centuries ago, humanity conquered aging through the power of science. The world became a place where people could live forever young, freed from both the limits of lifespan and the decay of old age.
Could that be why? They say that ever since aging was cured, affairs and divorces among married women have skyrocketed across the globe. And maybe that's exactly why, once again this morning, the news is feverishly dissecting some celebrity's latest affair.
"Hey, Virgin King! You've got time to sit there gawking at the news, so hurry up and go find my panties."
What the hell? Here I am, watching the news in all my glory, and some wench actually dares to send me on an errand?
I turned my gaze to the side. And there she was—a breathtaking beauty, freshly out of the bath, 'naked' and dripping wet.
Skin that looked soft as a baby's. Natural-looking blue contact lenses and long, golden-dyed hair. Add to that a pair of perky, gravity-defying breasts and an ass to match... and a slender waist to top it all off.
Ngh...!! Getting me hot and bothered first thing in the morning!!
To think a mere wench could get me this aroused—impressive. And on top of that, she has the gall to strut around showing off her freshly-washed bare body right in front of me!
I snatched up two of the towels I'd been folding while half-watching the news. Then I walked right up to this insolent, tantalizing bitch and...
"Hehe, Lady Ari. All done with your shower?"
Wearing the exact look of a loyal dog wagging its tail, I began dutifully toweling down that lewd body of hers.
"I told you to fetch my panties first?"
"Lady Ari, what if that precious body of yours catches a cold? Let me dry you off real quick."
"Hmph. Colds are for the weak. ...Fine, whatever. Dry me."
"Yes, Lady Ari."
At Lady Dong Ari's word, I set to work eagerly toweling down that maddening body.
...That's right. This wench is my family. And my 'step-sister,' no less.
Fucking bitch—my dick's about to explode.
As I toweled her off, I 'subtly' kneaded Lady Ari's breasts with both hands. But she didn't pay it the slightest mind—her nipples didn't even stiffen.
In other words... she didn't see me as a man at all. She reacted as though my drying her body with a towel were simply the natural order of the universe.
How is that possible, you ask? Because when I was a little kid, I was adopted into this household as its 'adopted son.'
And not just by anyone... That fucking bitch of an adoptive mother! She took me in for one purpose and one purpose only: to use me as the 'slave' of this house—a house 'with nothing but women in it.'
Thanks to her, from the time I was small, I had to live as a slave toiling under three wenches: my adoptive mother, my eldest sister, and my younger sister. Cleaning, cooking, laundry—every last chore in the house fell squarely on my shoulders!!
And that life of servitude lasted a staggering fifteen years, all the way until I turned twenty—fifteen years!!
So naturally, the wenches of this house don't see me as a man in the slightest. I can grope their breasts right out in the open while drying them off, and they don't so much as blink. For fifteen years, it's simply been a given that I'd be the one toweling them down after every single bath!
But here's the thing...!
My adoptive mother, who wanted nothing more than a loyal slave... There was exactly one thing she never saw coming. And that was... that I was a natural-born pervert who'd been getting massively aroused by women since childhood!
Back when I was little, it was my adoptive mother's body that did it for me, but... now that her daughters had grown into university students and ripened into something thick and luscious, I had three tantalizing wenches under one roof—and it was driving me out of my mind.
Fuck... we're not even blood-related anyway, and I'm going insane wanting to nail these bitches.
And so, outwardly, I played the part of the faithful servant—while in the depths of my filthy mind, I unfurled daily fantasies of ravishing all three of them.
I want to fuck them. Fuck, I want to fuck them so goddamn badly.
I'd been worked like a slave for over fifteen years—surely I'd earned at least a reward of burying myself in some pussy, no?
Immersed in those filthy fantasies, I gave Lady Dong Ari an order... no, a perfectly natural request.
"Lady Ari, we need to get rid of the moisture around your pussy too, so spread your legs like always, please."
"Hey, Virgin King!"
At my words, Lady Dong Ari whipped around to face me, her expression furious.
Wh-what now? After treating it like nothing all this time, she's suddenly developed a sense of shame? Fuck, so I can't even enjoy this anymore?
Just as I stood there flustered, drowning in regret... with a smooth, deliberate motion, Lady Dong Ari bent at the waist, thrusting her ass out toward me, and said:
"Last time, you dried my pussy all half-assed and the moisture got all over my panties. This time, do it properly!!"
