Chapter 96
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: The Calliope Family's Domestic Affairs (3)
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"...Young Master... please... make Emma's... body yours alone."
Cat ears sprouted atop Emma's head as she pleaded with tear-filled eyes.
I reached out for those cat ears without a second's hesitation.
"Nyaaah!... Y-Young... Master... not the ears... nngh..!"
As I gently rubbed them between my thumb and forefinger, Emma's pupils gradually shifted into those of a cat.
"Nyaaan.... Y-Young... Master... st-stop... nyaaah!"
Realizing her eyes had changed, Emma covered her face in embarrassment.
"Why are you hiding your face?"
"B-But... Young Master... it's... ugly..."
I grabbed Emma's hands, pulled them away, and stared straight into her eyes as she whispered uncertainly.
"Who told you it's ugly? You're not ugly."
"S-Someone like me... a half-breed is... ugly..."
"Tch, quiet. If you're going to be mine, then listen only to me. Don't mind others. Be confident in front of me always."
"...Haa... Y-Yes... Young... Master.."
Emma nodded slightly and pulled me in for a kiss.
"..."
Unlike my expectation of softness, her tongue felt slightly rough, like a cat's.
"...Does it hurt?"
Emma looked at me worriedly, but I was just a bit intrigued—it didn't hurt.
"It's fine. More than that, you're soaking wet already."
"...Haa... haa... I'm sorry... Young Master's... scent makes me..."
As I rubbed her pussy over her panties, Emma slowly spread her legs.
"Feels good?"
"Haa... Y-Yes... it feels good... Young Master... nyaa... ngh..!"
Once her panties were soaked useless with her juices, I ripped them off and said,
"...I'm putting it in."
"...Haa... Y-Yes... Young Master... put it in... nyaaah..!"
As I pushed through her tight walls and thrust inside, Emma grimaced in pain.
"...Kghhh!"
"Does it hurt a lot? I can raise your sensitivity right now if you want..."
"...N-No... ngh... don't... worry about... me... Young Master... do whatever... you want..."
"...Got it."
I went as slow as possible, but whenever Emma winced in agony, I paused.
Each time, though, she grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me closer.
"Haa... It's... fine! ...Young Master... please... all the way."
"...I'll do it all at once. Just endure it a little."
"Y-Yes... please... ngh..! Hngghhh!"
I shoved my cock all the way in and carefully embraced her, stroking her hair.
"Good job. It's all in now."
"...Hehe.... I can feel... Young Master filling me up... inside."
Sweat beaded on Emma's forehead.
We stayed like that, sharing body heat as I waited for her insides to mold to my shape.
"...Can I move now?"
"...Haa... Y-Yes... I think... I'm used to it now."
Truly, the adaptability of a half-breed.
Per her wish to feel even the pain of her first time, I hadn't raised her sensitivity at all, yet she was already adjusting.
"..Ngh... nyaaan.... ngh..."
I led at first, moving my hips, but soon Emma began matching my rhythm.
"...Nyaaah... ugh... ha.. nyaaan... Y-Young... Master..!"
A half-breed's pussy felt profoundly different from a human's—hard to put into words.
If a human pussy was shaped for pleasure, a half-breed's felt like it was squeezing out semen.
"...Nyaaan..!... Y-Young... Master.. cum.... inside me...! Give me your baby...! Ngh... Young Master's... baby..."
"Cumming inside might get you pregnant."
I teased her back mischievously.
I'd brought more than enough contraceptives anyway, but her begging was turning me on.
"...Nyaaan... H-Half-breeds...! Haa... haa... have a hard time...! G-Getting... pregnant...! ...It's... fine..."
"I'm asking what happens if you do get pregnant."
"...Nyaaaan..!... Then... I-I'll never... be a burden... to Young Master...! ...I'll raise it... all by myself... so... please... cum... inside..!"
Emma bit her lower lip hard, pleading desperately as she rocked her hips.
"...Alright, I'll cum inside."
"..Y-Yes... cum... in me..!.. Fill Emma's... womb... full..!"
Spurt—spurt—
The moment I ejaculated, Emma's pupils dilated and her back arched wildly, as if it might snap.
"Nyaaaaaaah!!"
She trembled violently for a moment before collapsing, panting heavily.
"...Haa... haa... Th-Thank you... for the baby... Young Master... I... I don't think I'll ever forget... this birthday."
Tears streamed from the wide eyes of her beaming smile.
I wiped them away with one hand and whispered,
"...Shall we go again?"
"...Nyaa?"
Emma's eyes, which had been gazing dreamily at me moments ago, went wide.
"...Y-Young... Master?.. D-Don't men... f-finish after cumming?"
"Who said that?"
"...Auntie... Reed... nyaaang...!"
My cock, rested and ready, began hardening again inside her.
"Not me. Your first time's over now. Let's get serious."
To keep her from escaping, I gripped her bronze waist and maxed out her sensitivity.
"...Nyaaaan!... Th-This... ngh!.... It's dangerous.... Y-Young Master... I'm new to this... so today... just this much..."
"Didn't you say you wanted me to make you mine? We're far from done."
"....I-It's already... yours... ngh..! ...A-And... we have to... prepare... ngh...!"
As Emma rattled off excuses, I put on a sad face and asked,
"Do you hate me now?"
"...Ngh... More... please."
"Young Master! Get a hold of yourself!"
Several hours later, after our romp, I was getting scolded by Emma.
"...No matter how much I begged to be yours, how many times did you cum! My womb is overflowing! If I weren't a half-breed, today's plans would've been ruined!"
Emma put her hands on her hips and snapped at me.
She wasn't wrong.
I'd lost a bit of reason and gone overboard.
If she were an ordinary girl, she'd be bedridden all day from the aftermath.
But men have times when they can't back down.
"...I don't regret it."
"You should! Regret...? Young Master! What are you saying! Apologize!"
"...Because Emma was that cute and felt that good."
"...Ngh... R-Really.... Then that's good... no! Still, moderation!"
Emma was still angry, but she couldn't hide her flushed face.
As I grinned slyly at her, she whipped her head away.
"...A-Anyway, I'll tidy up your room now, so please bring Garcia here as planned."
"Got it."
"Oh! And take Reika from the wardrobe on your way."
"...."
I'd completely forgotten about Reika until Emma mentioned her.
Feeling a bit guilty, I knocked on the wardrobe.
"...You okay?"
"...."
Worryingly, no response.
'Soundproofing magic?'
As I nervously opened the door, a wave of hot, lewd air poured out.
"..Heh... heh... B-Brother... dear..."
Reika was drenched in sweat, her face blank as she masturbated nonstop.
"Haa..."
I sighed.
Good thing I'd cleared the clothes out beforehand, or it'd be soaked in her juices.
"How many times did you cum?"
"...Heh...? 30...? No... 50...? D-Don't... know..."
"...That good, huh?"
"...Y-Yeah.... Ngh... Brother dear... fucking another girl's... pussy... my chest... squeezes... so tight... heart feels... like bursting... it's torture but... so exciting... my womb throbs... so much..."
"....."
I'd suspected it before, but now it was certain.
Reika had an NTR fetish too.
"Hm.. hmmm.."
Cale stared into the mirror, applying perfume all over his body.
He'd bathed twice already in fear of smelling, and restyled his hair over five times.
"Not bad at all."
Cale nodded in satisfaction.
His sharply slanted eyes were a flaw, but even that could pass as charm on his handsome face.
─Our 'relationship' with Young Master Cale will change completely.
Recalling Emma's words, a smile crept onto Cale's lips.
"...Looks like she's coming to me."
Whistling happily, Cale headed to Eugene's room.
Had he ever felt this good lately?
The unpleasant lunch was already wiped from his mind.
"...Ahem."
Arriving at Eugene's door, Cale cleared his throat.
"...Young Master Cale."
The door cracked open cautiously, and Emma peeked out in her usual maid outfit.
Cale swallowed hard.
On such a special day, her normal clothes were a slight letdown, but she still matched his fantasies well enough.
'...I'll teach her manners later.'
If he became family head someday, he couldn't make a maid his proper wife due to status, but he'd take her as a concubine.
"...This way, please."
As Cale entered, Emma spun around and cupped his face with both hands.
'S-Straight to this...'
Stunned by her unexpected boldness, Cale froze like stone.
"....!"
Before he could resist, Emma dragged him into the wardrobe.
"Kgh..! What the...!"
"Shh, be quiet. You came late, so no choice."
As Emma pressed a finger to her lips, Cale lowered his voice.
"...Why drag me into the wardrobe? If that's your taste, I get it, but there's an order to these things..."
"...You're clueless, you idiot."
Emma whispered sharply at his mumbling.
"Wh-What did you just say?"
"Sigh, know what? I... just lost my virginity to Young Master Eugene."
"...? Wh-What?"
Cale's voice trembled, whether from disbelief or denial.
Emma ignored him and kept going.
"I gave my virginity to Eugene. On such a momentous day, being stuck in here with you is just sad."
"...Th-This... damn...!"
As Cale raged to lash out, Emma slipped behind him, covered his mouth, and forced his eye to a hole in the wardrobe.
"...Shut up and watch, Young Master Cale."
"...Mmph.!.. Mmph..!.. Mmph.....?"
Even with his mouth sealed, Cale thrashed until he saw someone enter the room—and shut up.
'...N-No way.'
His eyes bulged wider than ever at the unbelievable sight.
"...Haa.... haa... how long... do you plan... to keep this up...?"
Garcia crawled in on all fours like a beast, blindfolded and collared around the neck.