Dear Sisters
"……."
It wasn't panic. It was simply the shock of an unbelievable situation, causing her mind to take its time to process reality. It was like the reaction of ignorant fools who couldn't close their gaping mouths after witnessing the martial prowess of a master in the Transcendental Realm. Tang Ga-hui trembled, as if she had never dreamed in her wildest fantasies that Tang Hwi, after confessing his feelings, would dare to assault her lips while she was in such a scarred state.
Tang Hwi did not let that moment of hesitation pass. He pressed his lips against hers once more.
"*Slurp. Mmm, slurp.*"
"*Hnng!? Ah…! St, stop… Hnnng!?*"
"*Sluuurp.*"
His soft, pliant tongue forced its way between her lips. She could have simply bitten the intruder who had so brazenly invaded her mouth, but the opponent had already strode deep into her heart with muddy boots. Tang Ga-hui could not bring herself to bite down, and her oral cavity was thoroughly teased and ravished by his tongue. The way he probed every corner of her mouth as if to dismantle it entirely made her feel as though her brain were melting.
His thick thighs pressed firmly against her crotch, making her lower abdomen throb with a rhythmic ache. As their lips remained locked, she caught the scent of his skin at the point where their noses touched. Her nasal passages were flooded with the thick, potent musk of a male who had just ejaculated deep inside her younger sister. The sweet, heavy fragrance, mingled with the scent of chestnut blossoms, might have been repulsive to some, but Tang Ga-hui found herself wanting to inhale it forever.
Just as she was on the verge of losing her sanity to the teasing that threatened to cook her brain:
Squeeze.
"*Hng!?*"
Tang Hwi reached out and grabbed her breasts with a rough, possessive grip. He squeezed so hard that his fingers seemed to sink into the flesh, which was far more developed than those of other girls her age. Even through her clothes, his touch was searingly hot. Tang Ga-hui felt not repulsion, but a surge of intense arousal at the rough touch of her younger brother, who acted as if he already considered her his lover.
He kneaded her breasts as if toying with them, showing no consideration for her and prioritizing the satisfaction of his own desires. Under his rough handling, her lower abdomen throbbed with increasing intensity. Her crotch grew damp, and soon, her undergarments and trousers were soaked. The arousal fluid, secreted so copiously that it left a visible stain on her pants, soon began to slowly wet Tang Hwi’s thighs as well.
"*Phaaa…!! Haa…! Haa…! Wh, what is this…?*"
As soon as he pulled his lips away, Tang Ga-hui gasped for air, her mind clearly not entirely her own. From the confession to the coercive kiss, and finally the stimulation of her private parts—she had been given no time to recover. The moment he pulled away, Tang Hwi crouched down and simultaneously yanked down Tang Ga-hui’s trousers. Along with her undergarments, they fell, exposing her fair, wet crotch entirely. Before Tang Ga-hui could panic and cover herself, he buried his face in her lap and licked the cleft with his tongue.
"*Eek!? Hwi, Hwi-ya…! That’s a dirty place! Get away at once!*"
"*Slurp, slurp.* There is no such thing as a dirty place on you, Sister."
Tang Hwi pulled back for a second, looking up at her with a sly, wicked grin.
"And since you’ve been sucking on mine all this time, shouldn’t I return the favor? Now, if you’ll excuse me again… *Slurrrp!*"
"*Hroooaaah…!!*"
Tang Ga-hui threw her head back, her eyes rolling upward, wearing the most lewd expression imaginable. The pleasure she was tasting for the first time in her life made her legs tremble and her waist go limp. Normally, she would have collapsed against the wall, but because Tang Hwi was supporting her crotch with his face, she couldn't even do that; all she could do was let out obscene, whimpering cries.
His technique of using his face to support her while playing with her slit was extraordinary. One moment it felt as if he were burrowing into her vaginal opening, and the next, he was licking the thick lips of her vulva while his nose pressed against her protruding clitoris.
"*Haa, aaah, aang…! Hwi, Hwi-yaaa…. St, stop…! Eek!*"
Tang Ga-hui was at a loss, overwhelmed by the sensation of her own weight pressing her crotch down onto her younger brother’s face. This wouldn't do. If she let him suck on her precious spot like this, she didn't know when she might spray her juices all over his face. Even amidst the strange, overwhelming pleasure that threatened to make her collapse, she tried to reach out and push his shoulders away, but—
*Click.*
Tang Hwi bit down on her clitoris with his teeth. *Click. Click-clack.* He bit with a dangerous intensity, as if walking a tightrope on the edge of pain. He chewed with such exquisite precision that he left no clear tooth marks, or perhaps only the faintest trace. With a nocturnal technique that wouldn't have been out of place for a legendary king of old, he forced Tang Ga-hui to finally release the pleasure she had been holding back.
"*Haaaaaaaang……!!*"
*Splurt.*
*Splush, splush, splush.*
Her juices poured onto Tang Hwi’s face. Like a dam breaking, the sticky, glistening fluid struck his face repeatedly. Even as she trembled with the most intense pleasure she had felt in her twenty-three years, a deep sense of despair clouded her eyes.
'It’s… it’s over…. Hwi will hate me for this….'
What kind of woman would spray her juices onto a man’s face? In this patriarchal society, such an act was almost taboo. Given how strong the pride of men who practiced martial arts was, how could he remain calm after being hit in the face with a woman’s fluids? From now on, he would look at her with disgust, and they would grow distant once again, just as they had been before.
As she stood there, lost in a despair too deep for words, she felt… *Slurp.*
"*Eek!? Hwi, Hwi-ya?! What… what are you doing right now!*"
Her consciousness snapped back to reality at the sensation of a hot, meat-rod touching her vulva.
Tang Hwi, having taken the fluids on his face, wiped it lightly with his sleeve and looked up at the collapsed Tang Ga-hui.
"Was it so good that your legs went limp?"
"……."
"Sister?"
Sensing something was off, he observed her aura. Tang Ga-hui’s eyes were unfocused.
"My, my. I suppose I played too rough."
There were times like this. In the patriarchal Central Plains, the act of a woman spraying her fluids onto a man was often shunned as something only a lewd woman would do. It was contradictory, as the male psyche naturally craved lewd and coquettish women, but Tang Hwi couldn't understand why they would shun it. And while the modern trend in male-female relationships was becoming more open, Tang Ga-hui seemed to belong to the more old-fashioned sort.
Realizing his lack of consideration had caused this, Tang Hwi gently lifted her up.
'I might as well go all the way now.'
He carried her to the bedchamber and stripped away her remaining clothes one by one. Having made Tang Ga-hui completely naked with the skill of an experienced man, Tang Hwi stripped off his own clothes and tossed them aside. Although the time for the maids to visit the Patriarch’s Pavilion was approaching, he was not such a coward as to kick away the feast laid out before him.
"Sister. If you stay still, I will take it as your acceptance of my confession."
To ensure Tang Ga-hui couldn't resist, he tucked her legs around his waist and rubbed his stiff, erect penis against the crack of her vulva. As he applied her own arousal fluid as lubricant, her vulva began to open on its own, sucking and slurping at the head of his shaft. The friction, as if begging him to enter, brought Tang Ga-hui’s consciousness back to reality.
*Slurp.*
"*Eek!? Hwi, Hwi-ya?! What… what are you doing right now!*"
As expected, she began to struggle, but with her legs locked around his waist, all Tang Ga-hui could do was flail. If anything, her struggling only caused the crack of her crotch to rub more actively against his shaft, making his erection even harder.
"Since you won't accept my heart, I must take your heart for myself, even if it has to be this way. Stay still, Sister. Struggling will only hurt you."
"……."
Perhaps she sensed the sincerity in his eyes. As Tang Hwi stared at her intently while their genitals remained pressed together, Tang Ga-hui suddenly stopped struggling. No, saying she became "calm" would be a misnomer.
Squeeze.
To be precise, the tension of knowing that she would soon be joined with her younger brother—whether by force or by consent—filled her entire body with strength. Her legs, trapped around his waist, tensed up, tightening around Tang Hwi’s hips. It was a grip that would have made even most martial artists worry about their waists being crushed. Naturally, cold sweat trickled down the back of Tang Hwi’s neck. If he hadn't reconstructed his bones and marrow to reach the artificial Heavenly Martial Body, would he have been safe?
'…I would have been fine, but I might have broken my waist while mating.'
How nervous must she be to be reinforcing her body with internal energy and putting strength into her legs? Just as Tang Hwi was at a loss for words, Tang Ga-hui spoke first.
"Hwi-ya. My beloved brother."
She reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. Her touch was filled with affection, and the gaze in her eyes was heavy with desire.
"It’s not too late even now. But if you truly want to go all the way, I will accept it. To be honest, I like you, Hwi, as a man."
"Then that settles it. I adore you, Sister, so what is the problem?"
"This sister of yours is a greedy one. If you take me, you must never let me go. Even if I become disabled from my injuries, even if this scar grows larger due to Qi Deviation, even if I grow old and wrinkled—you must never leave me lonely. My heart is fragile and full of wounds; if I am hurt again, I will simply wither away and die."
This was her final warning, a silent ultimatum to turn back. Do not keep shaking her heart. But if you are going to do it, take full responsibility. Tang Hwi drew a deep smile on his lips and asked:
"Is that so? Then, how many children are you thinking of?"
And just like that, her final resistance was…
"Ch, children?!"
She was conquered in one blow by the word "children." Her face flushed red as she instantly let her imagination run wild. The sight of her not marrying, but acting as Hwi’s shadow, engaging in a secret, pure love affair, and bearing his children. Considering his question about how many children she wanted, wouldn't he suggest having at least two? Just as she was thinking that this might be a happier life as a woman than she had ever imagined:
"Then, since the problem is solved… Sister, I’m going in."
While she was lost in her thoughts, he aligned his glans with the entrance of her vulva, and—*Thwack!*—he drove it in to the root in one go.
"……?!"
"Oh."