Chapter 91
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: Taming the Villainess (3)
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“Sniff... ugh... haa... you bastard... even to Mother...”
A moment later, as the drug's effects began to take hold, Reika's face flushed deep red. A sweet, seductive fragrance emanated from her body, one that could tempt any man.
“Who knows? She might've taken it herself. Or maybe Garcia's just a pervert who slept with her stepson.”
“Ugh, don't... call Mother... by name... ah... haa... sniff...”
I scanned Reika's body as she started letting out moans.
No need to specify where—her entire body was trembling convulsively.
“Guh... sniff... ha... h-heuk...!”
I'd figured a 9.9x sensitivity boost wouldn't be easy for an ordinary person, but this went beyond anything I'd imagined.
I hadn't even laid a finger on her yet, and already her love juices were trickling down her thighs, soaking the bed.
This alone proved Reika's natural sensitivity had been remarkably high to begin with.
“This body's more perverted than Garcia's. Just how much were you looking forward to this to get so worked up?”
“Ah... ha... ugh... don't... come... closer...!”
Just from me inching closer, Reika flinched and shuddered violently.
Her resistance here had nothing to do with placing some grand significance on her first time.
I simply knew that a high noble's virginity came with quite the hefty price tag.
If Kael had become head of the Calliope family while Reika kept hers intact, a marriage to the crown prince wouldn't have been out of the question.
...Of course, none of that would come to pass.
Kael wouldn't claim the headship, and Reika was about to lose her purity right here.
“Sis, you've got hair in your mouth. The eldest daughter of House Calliope acting so sloppy.”
“Hah! ...D-don't... t-touch... me...!”
Ignoring her protests, I reached for her lips and gently tucked the sweat-matted strands behind her ear.
“Uhk... haaaaaah!”
The instant my touch grazed her, Reika unleashed a scream that doubled as a moan, shrill enough to tear the air.
The merest brush of stimulation had pushed her straight over the edge into climax.
“Sniff... guh... ugh... I... said... don't... touch... ugh...!”
“Honestly, impressive. You climax from a mere lip-touch and still spout that nonsense.”
“Guh...! ...N-not... cli...max... guh...! ...Haat... th-this...! ...Weird...! Hgkuuuuh! Haaaah!”
“What now? Eye contact doing it for you this time?”
I chuckled as I spoke, and she shook her head just a fraction.
“Hgrk... N-no... not... like... that... eek!”
Even amid pleasure that felt like it was melting her brain, Reika's stubborn will to resist was something to admire.
But all it did was corner her even further.
Once the climaxes kicked off, they spread like water gushing from a breached dam, crumbling Reika in seconds.
“Hut! Guuuh... ah! Haaaa...! Th-this... ugh...!”
Her body, now hypersensitive from the orgasm, buckled under the surge in feeling. She writhed in torment.
Every twitch brought new stimulation, triggering yet another peak.
Reika was trapped now, thrashing in endless ecstasy like a serpent devouring its own tail.
“Nghuuuuht! Ngrk! Guuuuht!”
“Make that your fifth climax.”
“Aaaaaah! St-stop...! ...Sniff... st-stop... I... said... why... won't... it... stop...!”
Consecutive orgasms had her flopping around like a fish stranded on shore.
“Guh... hhek... ha... ue...”
As if her flesh couldn't contain the bliss, drool spilled from Reika's slack mouth in thick strands.
“Tenth one. Sis, you're drenched in sweat. Catch a cold like this, and what then? Let me change your clothes for you.”
“Guuuht...! ...Hauk... pl-please...! Don't... touch... sniff...!”
Was she scared of the act of me stripping her? Or the pleasure it would unleash?
Regrettably, there was no way for me to know which.
“No need to worry. Even if sis hates my guts, I love sis. That's what 'family' is all about, right? How could I just stand by knowing you're suffering?”
Swish—
I started by tugging the lace cinching her bodice shut.
“Huaat! Don't... do... it...! ...Gugrut... don't...! Do... it... kkauk... kgrk!”
The lace grazed near her chest, unleashing the most violent reaction yet from Reika.
“...Twelfth. Sis, how about trying to tough out the pleasure a little?”
“Khuhuu... uuu... guk...!”
I sneered at her, but Reika had no breath to spare for a retort. She clenched her teeth to the breaking point, desperately holding back.
One thing she'd overlooked, though.
She could endure only because I was dialing it back to let her.
“Haa, sweat's got it stuck fast—won't peel off easy.”
As I carefully worked the dress off, I seized it with both hands and twisted.
My grip tightened. Fabric ripped with a sharp screech.
“...Hau... ah...?”
Realizing too late what I intended, Reika stammered.
“Guh... ha...! D-don't...!”
“Relax. I've built up plenty of strength at Carnea Academy. Ripping a single dress like this? Easy.”
“Th-that's... not... the... point...! Sniff... don't... ugh... haaat...!”
Terror flooded Reika's eyes.
The slow peel alone had her teetering on climax.
No chance she'd survive the jolt of it tearing free.
“...Haaaaaaaak!! ...Guh...!”
The rip unleashed a backlash climax bigger than all the rest combined.
Reika's waist shot up like a jack-in-the-box springing open.
“Hak...! Hau... hut... guht...!”
Her pale, bare form quivered atop the sheets.
“Such an enticing body. Breasts a touch small, maybe... but no worries. Peek at Garcia's, and yours will swell up quick enough.”
“Hau... hau... hat... guk... guht!”
Reika shot me a venomous glare, but it only tickled me pink.
'No room left even for curses.'
All she could manage now was staring daggers through a mask of tears and snot.
I leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“From here on, I'll break sis with just one finger.”
“...Hauut... hau...”
“If 'stop' slips from sis's lips, I win. Use anything besides this finger, you win. You win, I let you go, no questions asked. I win, sis is mine to use as I please.”
“...Sniff...! ...Haa... haa... th-then... promise...”
“...Naturally.”
Hooked by the 'one finger' bit amid her pleasure haze, Reika overlooked one key detail.
'Time.'
I hadn't set any limit on how long.
Time was on Reika's side, sure.
The moment Garcia came looking, if Reika hadn't fallen yet, I'd be the loser.
But...
She had no clue.
And that was what mattered.
Spot the missing timer, and she'd drown in dread of it dragging on forever.
I masked total nonchalance as I pressed a fingertip to the heel of her right foot and slowly tickled upward.
Diving straight for her slit might make her tap out too soon.
Too risky for a true mental collapse—and I wanted utter surrender, not ruin.
“Haaaah! Hgku! Hauk! Hauuk!”
Every pass between her toes had her bucking into orgasm.
“Five more tallied. Left side next!”
“...W-wait... hikguuk!”
Willpower be damned—her hips surged, gushing fluids.
Her pussy winked open and shut, tempting me to plunge in right then, but not yet.
“Too much? Cry uncle anytime.”
I drifted a finger just below her navel, and she slammed her hips down, thighs clamping like my digit weighed a ton.
“Hahuk...! Pl-please...! ...Don't... wanna... feel...! Sniff... hut...!”
“Unbelievable. Never dreamed this spot would get you off. Lewder than any woman I've known.”
“Hiii! ...Hauk... s-sorry... sorry... guht... hauk...!”
I swirled into her navel, and with glazed eyes, Reika mumbled apologies.
“Then tell me what you're sorry for.”
“Huaaa...! D-don't... knooow...!”
“Can't cut you slack without that.”
“Huaaaak... D-don't... knooow!! ...Uhaut...!”
Chin, collarbone, earlobe, inner ear, armpit, thigh—each brush piled on climaxes by the half-dozen.
The bed was sodden enough that dehydration might outpace brain-fry.
“Hie... hiewk... he... sniff...”
Dozens of peaks later, Reika lay melted, ragged breaths heaving.
“...You seem acclimated at last. Time to touch here.”
“Haahet...! N-no... there... really... no...”
Even non-sensitive spots delivered bliss several times beyond erogenous ones.
What havoc on her actual hotspots, like those nipples?
“Go on, beg. I'm no demon, after all.”
“...Sniff... sn... be-beg... you...”
“Can't hear the words!”
I hovered my finger a hair's breadth from her stiff peak, and mere fantasy contact drew a shrieked climax.
“Hkkaa haaaa! Th-there! No... no...! Guuuk!”
“Get a grip. My hand hasn't even made contact—you went solo?”
“Heg... N-not... touched?”
“Nope. Not a graze.”
“Heu... hik... d-don't... do... it...”
She gawked at me in disbelief.
“Shall we, then?”
“Haa... n-no... hat... no... don't...”
Her head-shake and sobs pulled a chuckle from me.
“Fine. One last shot. But call me 'oppa' first.”
“Sniff... o-oppa...?”
“Yeah. Always dreamed of hearing that from Reika's lips.”
I flashed a bright grin.
“...Hut... O-oppa... guht... haa... haa... Re-Reika's... n-nipples... pl-please... don't... torment... hut...”
No hesitation, no defiance—she burst into tears and begged outright.
“Understood.”
“...Hau... sniff... th-thank...”
“Then your oppa will tease your clit instead.”
“...Haa... Eh?”
While she blinked blankly, parsing my words, my finger met her clit.
“────!!”
A voiceless scream ripped from her as Reika's hips rocketed skyward.