Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: 8.9 Lovey-Dovey Incest Pure Love Sex with Sis
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Lips met lips.
My sister's soft lips pressed gently against mine.
There, I realized something astonishing.
Her lips were radiating heat like heated wires, with electric currents flowing through them.
A hot, tingling sensation flowed from our touching lips straight into my brain. Shock paralyzed my mind. I couldn't think of anything.
For a while, we spent time with our lips pressed together. Neither she nor I had any intention of pulling away.
Being in this moment with my sister, lips locked, was pure bliss. I didn't want to separate even for a second.
"Chup."
I lightly sucked on those lips and tentatively extended my tongue.
"Haa."
As if reading my mind, she carefully parted her lips to follow my lead.
For some reason, it felt like she was recalling my kiss with Teacher Akatsuki.
My tongue invaded her open mouth.
Inside, her tongue was huddled tensely against the floor of her mouth.
My tongue slipped beneath hers. It supported the curled-up tongue and lifted it gently. Like inviting a shy virgin to dance, I coaxed her tongue into a kiss.
"Churup... jup..."
At first, she hesitated, pausing awkwardly.
But once our tongues intertwined, she quickly lost herself in the deep kiss.
Tongues tangled with tongues.
The moment organs meant only for tasting food transformed into erogenous zones.
My sister and I overlapped our tongues, sharing a molten, intensely passionate kiss.
"Churup, jup, haam, chuut."
The kiss showed no sign of ending.
We mashed tongues together, rolling and twisting, as if engaging in virtual sex with them.
Below, with cock and pussy. Above, with tongue and tongue.
In our current position, sitting face-to-face and embracing, the area and intensity of skin contact was at its maximum.
Connected to her body and soul, I could peer into the deepest recesses of her heart.
What I saw within her was ecstasy.
Ecstasy at finally becoming true lovers with her beloved little brother.
I could feel how precious I was to her, how deeply she loved me.
My own heart, peering into hers, overflowed with affection for her, filling it to the brim and spilling over.
"Ah..."
The overflowing emotions flowed into her.
Pure, untainted feelings—she received them from me as well.
"Sis, don't cry."
"...Yeah."
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
But these were different from the ones before.
Not from pain or sadness, but from overwhelming happiness.
I kissed her cheek, stealing the tears flowing down it.
"I love you, Sis."
Words I'd never spoken aloud before.
Cheesy as they were, they overflowed from my heart and slipped naturally from my lips.
"I... love you too."
A love transcending familial bonds.
We confirmed each other's feelings not just with our hearts, already connected, but aloud, as if swearing vows to one another.
"Aaaah..."
Overcome with joy, she trembled.
That bliss erased all the tearing pain from her body, replacing it with pleasure.
A new hue added to her moist blue eyes.
Finally, she was ready to truly enjoy sex with me.
"Naibusu..."
She called my name in a voice laced with sweet breaths.
Tender gaze, flushed cheeks, and quivering body.
I strongly embraced her back, now smaller than mine. Her breasts flattened against my chest. Sweat-slick skin clung together. I felt her heartbeat. I felt her trembling heart.
"Haa, haa..."
She hugged my back tightly too, as if trying to pull me inside her.
I worried her breasts might hurt from being pressed so hard, but she was savoring even that pain pleasurably.
Her pussy quivered. Like a toy with vibration mode. The pussy that had once tried to expel the intruder causing her pain now coquettishly entertained its precious guest.
Trembling faintly, wriggling, massaging. Her pussy caressed my cock, sucking it in like her little brother's.
"Naibusu, haa, haat...!"
Her hips began to move.
Different from before. Not forced movements to please me despite the pain.
Her body moved on its own, seeking the source of that faint, tingling pleasure in her womb for even greater ecstasy.
"Hng, aa!"
Each time her hips wriggled, the rigid stake scraped the depths of her pussy.
It was pain for her, but more than that, it was pleasure.
"Ugh, Sis, it's too... good...!"
The once rigidly tight inner walls had relaxed, feeling much softer now. Fresh moisture made it easier for my cock to move inside.
"Haa, really? Naibusu, it really feels good?"
"It really does."
She beamed at my answer.
Above all, she was thrilled that her body could make her little brother feel good.
"Haa, then... should Sis... huu... try harder?"
She mustered her enthusiasm.
Her hips, which had been tentatively wiggling, now began true up-and-down motions.
Schluurp—my cock withdrew from her pussy, scraping its walls.
Plung—lowering her raised hips slammed it back in, the ridge of my glans catching only at the entrance before driving to the hilt again.
"Haat—!"
Thud. The hard meat rod pounded her cervix like battering a castle gate.
Zing—sensing the sharp ache rising from her lower belly, she swallowed hard.
Soon, pleasure overlaid the pain. The ecstasy from her little brother's cock piercing toward her womb numbed her pain receptors.
It was the same act as before, so why this tingling sensation?
She desperately clung to her fading reason, questioning it in her mind.
This should be for her brother—why was she feeling such pleasure?
I whispered into the ear of my sister, struggling not to be swallowed by ecstasy.
"Sis. Feel it too. The more you enjoy it, the better it feels for me. So feel it freely, Sis."
I asked her to accept that pleasure.
"Haa, is that... true...?"
Her face, asking that, was alight with rapture.
My words meant she could indulge in this mind-melting pleasure without restraint. She couldn't hide her surging anticipation.
"Yeah, Sis, please. For my sake."
For my sake. For her little brother.
If it was for him, she had no reason to refuse.
She raised her hips again, then slammed them down.
-Schlick, plop.
"Hngt—?!"
My glans scraped her pussy walls like a hook as it withdrew, then hammered her cervix like a stake. She gritted her teeth, accepting the sweet pain shaking her whole body.
And again, she raised her hips, then slammed them down.
-Schlick, plung. Schlick, plop.
"Haat, haat! Hyaaat!"
Each up-and-down of her hips unleashed lewd moans uncharacteristic of her.
As pleasure built, her voice grew louder, and having etched my words to feel it honestly into her heart, she made no effort to hide it.
Of course, she wasn't the only one feeling it. Each thrust into her pussy crushed me with pleasure too, drawing shallow groans from me.
"Hng, haat, Sis, Sis!"
It wasn't just my cock. Everywhere her body touched mine was soft and pleasurable.
Her large ass slapped my thighs. Her breasts rubbed up and down against my chest. Even the stinging scratch of her nails on my back from uncontainable pleasure felt good.
"Ngh, Nai, busu, hng! Feels... good?"
"Good, so good, Sis!"
Both she and I were consumed by the pleasure of the act. We bounced our hips using the bed springs' rebound. Matching rhythms, we sought the spots that felt best for each other.
"Haat, haak! Aaak!"
Her voice had shifted from moans to screams. Her breathing ragged, pupils dilated. Her eyes were on the verge of rolling back.
"Haa, huut, haat."
I moved my hips tirelessly too. This moment was so good, so happy, nothing else mattered. To feel more, to make her feel more, we both devoted ourselves to this lewd act, swinging our hips.
"Aa, aaaah!"
"Sis! Here it comes again!"
Semen boiled in my gut. The essence of pleasure surged to erupt.
She nodded vigorously in response.
"Haat, it's okay, cum, fill Sis up! Aa! Naibusu!♡"
"Kuh!"
Her words pushed my endurance to the limit.
I hugged her body fiercely, as if squeezing it with my whole being. Embracing that soft, pleasurable form fully.
My cock plunged to her deepest depths. To sow seeds directly in her womb, I thrust with force enough to breach the entrance.
"Haat, ahhaaang—!!♡"
-Spurt! Spuuurt!
My vision went white.
My mind faded.
I ascended to heaven.
Ahh.
I could die like this.
It was that good an ejaculation—I even had that thought.
...But it felt so good that I passed out just as I came inside her.
"Huu."
Finishing her bath, Naiad let out a light sigh.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dreamy. Not from alcohol—the buzz had vanished during the act with her brother.
"Hee hee."
Naiad blushed recalling the intense session. Her lower belly still tingled, a sweet soreness lingering between her thighs.
He had wanted her to feel it too, sure, but had she shown too slutty a side in front of him?
What if he teased her when he woke? What should she say?
Naiad walked on, entertaining such delightful thoughts.
"Oh my."
Thirsty from excessive sweat, she headed to the kitchen.
In the dark kitchen, she spotted someone sitting.
"Akane?"
The roles were reversed from earlier.
Naiad smiled faintly at the irony.
"Teacher."
Akane stared at Naiad with bloodshot eyes.
Not from crying.
She had been jolted awake from deep sleep by Naiad's moans.
Akane had been exhausted from her own intense session with Naibusu and fallen asleep right after her bath. She glared resentfully at Naiad for waking her and banishing all drowsiness.
"What on earth were you thinking? Doing... that... with family."
Akane wasn't naive enough to mistake the sounds from next door for anything innocent.
It was too shameful to voice: incest. Not illegal as far as she knew, but the most unethical, immoral act imaginable.
Akane had no brother, but she knew siblings doing that wasn't normal.
"You're the one who said pounce first, aren't you?"
"Ugh. That's... true, but..."
Naiad's smiling retort showed not a speck of guilt.
Akane was speechless.
If the beast had raped her sister, maybe, but prim-looking Teacher Naiad pouncing on her brother? Without even life-or-death stakes like her own. Akane couldn't comprehend it.
"Thank you, Akane. Thanks to you, I found the courage."
What could she say if the woman herself was satisfied?
"...Ah, yeah."
Akane cut her words short, signaling no more to say.
"Good night, Akane."
Naiad filled a cup with water and returned to the room.
Of course, her brother's room.
"..."
Akane answered Naiad's departure with silence.
She doubted she could sleep. Teacher Naiad's moans still echoed in her ears.
What if... she had made sounds like that with Naibusu too?
She didn't want to think about it...
But it felt like she had.
"Agh! Seriously!"
Unable to bear the shame, Akane faceplanted onto the table.
Underneath, her legs kicked as if shaking off the embarrassing memory.