Chapter 89
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: 8.8 As an Older Sister, and as a Younger Brother
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“Ah…… Aah……”
Sis groaned in pain, her body trembling.
The cock that had just finished ejaculating inside her pussy began to boil up again. Eager to redeem the dishonor of cumming the moment it went in—a premature ejaculation—it burned with renewed vigor.
“Haa…… Sis, this feels amazing.”
Looking up from below, Sis's body was a breathtaking sight.
Her two breasts proudly asserted their presence like towering mountain peaks.
Atop those snow-capped white summits, after the first snowfall, shy cherry blossom buds poked out delicately.
A man's instincts reached out for that alluring scent of paradise.
I pressed down on those two cherry-colored buttons with both hands, pushing her breasts up from below.
“Ooh……”
The heavy weight in my palms. The resilient bounce of her bumpy nipples and the soft, enveloping tenderness of her breasts that wrapped around my fingers.
Overwhelmed by that cosmic mystery of a sensation, I let out an involuntary sigh of admiration.
Sis's breasts existed at the perfect midpoint between liquid and solid. Their overwhelming mass filled my hands to the brim and threatened to spill out between my fingers.
How could anyone resist something like this?
It wasn't something you could dismiss with a casual line like "no man hates breasts."
Sis's breasts were beyond regulation—utterly off the charts. If there were such a thing as a Breast Olympics, she'd snag the gold medal with a world-record artistic score. They were that overwhelmingly perfect, sparking such ridiculous thoughts.
“Huut……”
The pain seemed to have eased a bit, and Sis let out a seductive sigh.
A faint alcoholic scent brushed my nose.
“Naibusu, does it feel good……?”
Gazing down at me as I kneaded her breasts intently, Sis forced a smile.
My cock was still buried inside her. The sharp pain might have dulled a little, but it hadn't vanished completely.
Even amid that agony, she smiled at me with teary eyes.
That sight made my heart ache with its heartbreaking beauty and pity.
Which was why I had to steel my resolve even more.
“Yeah, Sis. It feels so good.”
I gripped her breasts tighter.
The soft flesh, without a hint of muscle, squished roughly in my coarse hands.
“Eut……”
Sis's sharp eyebrows twisted in pain.
I looked up at her and curled the corners of my lips.
“I've always wanted to do this with you, Sis. You had no idea, right? This is all part of my plan. Your agonizing over it, you pouncing on me like this—everything.”
“N-Na…… Hnng!”
I kneaded her breasts roughly, like squeezing a rubber ball.
These naughty hands that dared mishandle a national treasure breast—I'd chop them off later and offer them to Sis as tribute.
So forgive me for now, Sis.
“Still, I didn't expect it to work this well. Lucky me, having such a naive big sister.”
I began moving my hips slowly.
I thrust my pelvis up from below.
“Hngk!”
-Squish. Scraaape.
Before the pain of her torn virginity could even fade, my cock stirred up her pussy once more.
It was a relief that my semen acted as lubricant, reducing friction a little. But it didn't change how much it hurt her. Sis couldn't hold back, letting out a muffled groan.
I looked up at her and grinned wickedly—a vile expression that any Rune Academy student who knew me would flee from on sight.
“They call this gaslighting, right? Brainwashing. I've been poking at your guilt this whole time, tempting you. And thanks to that, you came offering your virginity all on your own. All my efforts paid off.”
“Ha, ah!”
I chuckled and thrust my hips up again.
Sis's mouth fell open, her agonized voice spilling out with the air.
“Sis, you started this, right? So it's not my fault, yeah? Is this revenge sex then? Or mutual rape?”
“A-Ah! Hngk! Ahk!”
-Thrust, thrust, thrust.
I jabbed up into her body with nonsense wordplay.
Each time, her body jiggled up and down, her long hair creating golden waves. Her breasts would hurt if they shook too much, so I gripped them firmly to hold them steady.
“Haa, haat! Sis, this is great—so good! It might hurt for you, but just bear with it a little. The more it hurts you, the better it feels for me, ha!”
“Ahng, ha, ahngk!”
Lies.
Your pain hurts me just as much.
My body might love it, but my heart ached.
“Naibus……u……”
Sis smiled.
Even in excruciating pain, she smiled.
Her body screamed in torment, tears streaming down—yet she smiled.
“I'm fine, so……”
『You don't need to lie like that.』
Just as I knew Sis's heart, she knew mine.
My clumsy act had failed.
I wanted to cry too.
“Sis.”
Her slender fingers stroked my cheek.
As if wiping away invisible tears,
as if tears were flowing there,
Sis wiped my cheek.
Her fingertips were a little cold.
But warm.
“It's okay.”
She saw right through my shallow pretense.
She was telling me I didn't need to act, that she was okay.
……But……
Is this really alright?
Is the affection Sis feels for me—her guilt—is that truly directed at me?
That child she couldn't protect during the Great Catastrophe isn't here. That Naibusu isn't me.
Can I accept those feelings? Can I embrace her by exploiting them?
-Make Sis happy.
The words from the Naibusu in my nightmare echoed in my ears.
I don't know if that Naibusu was a lingering will from the original owner of this body or just a hallucination my brain cooked up.
But those words were truth.
Make Sis happy.
Nothing else mattered. I just had to focus on that one thing.
What path was best for Sis. How to make her happiest.
“Naibusu…… Does it feel good?”
Sis smiled pitifully.
A new emotion mixed with her previous negative ones.
Guilt for making me worry unnecessarily, and anxiety that maybe her body wasn't feeling good at all.
“……Yeah. It feels good. For real.”
What Sis wants.
Sis feeling happy.
Sis's happiness is my happiness.
She wants me to be glad. She wants me to be happy.
That was her only wish.
“I'm glad……”
She was delighted by my words that it felt good.
Above all, Sis wanted me to feel good using her body.
Even if it hurt. Even if it broke beyond repair.
As long as it made Naibusu happy.
That was Sis's idea of happiness.
“Haa, huut.”
Sis moved her hips.
With my cock buried deep inside her, she began grinding her pelvis in circles like turning a millstone.
“Haa, ugh, Sis……!”
Each rotation ground my cock against Sis's millstone. It churned her insides like ripping open wounds, eliciting screams of pleasure from my dick and screams of pain from her pussy.
Her plump ass crushed against my lower abdomen and thighs. A vulgar hip grind loaded with her full weight, designed to please a man.
“Ha, hauk……!”
The act pleasured me as much as it pained her.
Her mouth forced a smile, but her eyebrows furrowed in unendurable agony.
“Sis, wait. Stop.”
I grabbed her waist, halting her movements.
“I'm fine.”
What was fine?
Nothing was fine.
Her hymen torn, blood flowing from her lower body.
Unable to rotate her hips, she changed tactics.
Keeping her waist still, she began pistoning her pelvis up and down like grinding a pestle.
“Hnng! Ugh, ugh!”
-Plung, plung, plung.
Each drop of her ass slapped against my thighs with wet smacks of flesh.
My glans stabbed up into her womb, and pained gasps escaped her lips each time.
Sis's vagina and cervix had never felt external stimulation before.
They were hypersensitive and fragile. Poking them directly with a hard rod inflicted incomparable agony compared to grinding her hips.
“Sis.”
I forcibly sat up and hugged her tight, preventing further movement.
Her breasts squished against my chest. Our body heat, scents, and breaths merged into one.
“Sis. Stop. That's enough now.”
“Naibusu, but I'm……”
“Enough. Don't say anything. I know it all.”
Right now, I was connected to Sis's deepest core.
Thanks to that, I could peer into every corner of her heart.
I knew her feelings for me, and why she was going this far.
Sis harbored a deep-seated debt of emotion toward me.
Guilt from failing to protect her little brother during the Great Catastrophe.
She worried I suffered from Great Catastrophe PTSD, but actually, she was the one afflicted.
Her PTSD named guilt was a sharp thorn embedded in her heart. The wound it created didn't heal—it festered worse with time. Finally, that pus had burst in this form.
The method Sis chose to alleviate her guilt.
Pleasing me as much as it hurt her, reducing her accumulated guilt in equal measure. So she was deliberately wounding her own body.
But that's not what I truly wanted.
If she really wanted to please me, this pleasure-injection sex wasn't the way.
“Sis. I don't want you to hurt. I want you to feel just as good as I do.”
“Naibusu……”
“This isn't empty words. Not out of worry or hypocrisy. Men are idiots, I'm an idiot—so more than my own pleasure, I want the woman in my arms to feel joy and bliss.”
It was my unvarnished truth.
Satisfying a woman sexually as a man—what could be more fulfilling?
“So, Sis, let's have sex where we both get happy together.”
Sis was the best woman I knew.
Nothing would make me happier than satisfying her.
“Naibusu……”
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked straight at me.
Our gazes, our hearts, became one.
Confirming my feelings, Sis gently closed her eyes.
I pressed my lips to hers.