Chapter 95. Riri and Her Younger Sister (1)
Riri and Her Younger Sister (1)
"....?!"
Lucian's eyes widened in shock as he looked around.
In one corner of the yard in front of the house, the horse he had tied to a small post was gone.
All that remained on the muddy ground were deep hoofprints—as if the horse had panicked and struggled—and the post itself, uprooted and lying on its side.
"Damn it..."
Lucian clicked his tongue.
The horse must have been startled by the thunder, snapping its tether—no, tearing the entire post out of the ground before bolting. If it had been his prized steed, Angus, it would have enjoyed this downpour like a refreshing shower. But today, he had ridden an ordinary travel horse.
Drenched, Lucian trudged back inside.
"My Lord?.."
"Uh... the horse ran off."
"What?!"
Riri and Lisa both gasped, their eyes widening in shock. In this torrential rain, they were now stuck with a noble—no, their lord—in this humble shack.
And their mother still hadn't returned.
"Don't worry. I'll leave as soon as the rain stops."
Lucian casually brushed his wet hair back.
"And don't fret about your mother either. If she left the castle, she wouldn't have arrived yet anyway... With rain like this, she's probably taken shelter in a nearby village. We didn't notice inside (though, to be fair, I was distracted by two beauties), but anyone outside would've seen the storm coming."
His calm, logical explanation eased the sisters' anxious expressions.
"Yay! The Count's staying longer!"
Tommy cheered, bouncing excitedly.
"Then tell us war stories! About sword fights!"
"Tommy! Don't bother His Lordship!"
Lisa scolded, but Lucian chuckled and pulled the boy to sit beside him.
"Sure. I'm bored anyway—might as well share some old tales."
Lucian eyed the energetic boy skeptically. Is he really sick? He made a mental note to ask later before continuing.
"It was during the northern non-human invasion. An orc chieftain swung his axe..."
Lucian was a gifted storyteller. As his vivid war exploits unfolded, Tommy's eyes sparkled with excitement, hanging onto every word.
Watching them, Riri and Lisa's eyes grew moist.
Lucian's broad back and gentle voice as he tailored the story for the boy...
It overlapped with the image of a father—one they had forgotten amid poverty and illness, yet missed so dearly.
"If Father... were still alive, he'd have been like this," Lisa whispered.
Riri nodded silently, a bittersweet smile on her lips.
The downpour had trapped them in this tiny shack.
But within those cramped walls, Lucian had—for a brief moment—become the sturdy pillar filling the void in this family.
[Late Evening]
Night had fallen, pitch-black. Thunder and lightning raged outside, and rain battered the old shack as if trying to swallow it whole.
Lucian gave up on returning.
"Forgive me, my lord... for making you stay in such a wretched place..."
Riri fidgeted nervously as she led Lucian to Tommy's room. With only one old bed per room, he would have to share with the boy.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it."
Lucian reassured her and lay down. Tommy was already fast asleep.
But late that night, an uninvited guest arrived as expected.
[Mana Overload Syndrome].
A sharp, stabbing pain pierced his chest.
His blood boiled. Heat pooled in his lower abdomen as his swollen cock throbbed painfully.
"Guh...!"
Sweating coldly, Lucian sat up. He needed cold water—anything to douse the fire.
Staggering outside, he stripped off his clothes (not caring if they got soaked again) and braved the storm to the outhouse.
After casting Clean Magic on himself and redressing, he noticed a faint glow seeping through a slightly ajar door.
Inside, the sisters—Riri and Lisa—slept soundly in the same bed, alike yet unalike.
Unable to bring himself to wake Riri, Lucian returned to Tommy's room, groaning in agony.
But the more he resisted, the more monstrous his desire grew.
This won't work. Before I lose control and force myself on her... I'll ask Riri for help.
Resolved, he quietly stepped into the sisters' room.
Lucian held his breath.
On the cramped bed, the two women slept tangled together.
The sight of their defenseless forms, oblivious to the world, only stoked the feverish heat inside him.
Riri... wake up.
He grabbed Riri's slender calf and shook it gently.
But she wouldn't stir.
Carefully, he climbed onto the bed.
Riri lay on her side, facing the wall, while Lisa slept facing her.
Lucian squeezed into the narrow space, pressing his body flush against Riri's back.
"Riri... Riri..."
He shook her shoulder, whispering in her ear.
He meant to wake her and take her outside, but she didn't budge.
"Mmm..."
Perhaps it was the tea from earlier.
The chamomile tea Lisa had brewed—"good for relaxation"—lived up to its reputation as a natural sedative. Lucian grimaced.
But in truth, Riri had just woken up.
She felt her lord's scorching body heat against her back and the hard object poking her rear.
Yet she kept her eyes shut.
My lord... even with my sister right here... Is this the thrill he enjoys?
Lately, Lucian hadn't sought her out, leaving her uneasy. She mistook this for his "preference"—a "test." If she stayed quiet and accepted it, she thought, she might regain his favor.
When Riri didn't wake, Lucian grew restless.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and groped her chest through her nightgown.
"Nn... mmm..."
Riri feigned sleep with a soft moan.
Lucian didn't stop, kneading her breasts gently, trying to rouse her.
Then his gaze drifted to Lisa, asleep right in front of him.
More mature than her sister, Lisa's figure glowed even in the dark.
Dressed only in a loose T-shirt, her collarbones were exposed, and her ample chest rose and fell with each steady breath.
Most striking were her proud eyes and slightly parted red lips, peeking through disheveled hair—exuding an inexplicable allure.
Her long, smooth legs, slipping out from under the thin blanket, flaunted a sensuality unlike Riri's petite charm.
Right before him, his potential sister-in-law slept defenselessly.
The sheer impropriety of it drove Lucian's impulses wild.
Haah... I'm losing it.
As he stared at Lisa, his hands grew rougher with Riri's breasts.
He pinched and twisted her nipples, making her body jerk in response.
Giving up on waking her—no, intoxicated by the thrill of the situation—Lucian's hands wandered lower.
He hitched up Riri's thin cotton nightgown.
When his palm pressed against her panties, she flinched, pulling her hips back. But Lucian held her tighter, slipping his hand inside.
"...!!"
Riri bit her lip hard.
Her sister was right there—and now her lord's hand was in her panties.
Shame burned her face, but she stifled her moans, desperate to give him what he wanted.
Lucian's rough fingers groped her pussy.
Soft, smooth flesh—then the hidden cleft beneath.
Rub, rub. Rub.
"Nn... ngh... hh..."
A suppressed whimper escaped Riri's lips.
Lucian stroked her labia majora gently before finding the tiny clit hidden under her thin folds, pressing and teasing it.
The depravity of violating a sleeping woman.
The tension of her sister sleeping inches away.
He flicked her clit with his thumb while his middle finger traced her entrance.
Riri trembled in his arms.
Her breasts squeezed, her lower half toyed with.
After so long waiting, her body responded honestly to his touch.
Squelch. Squelch, squelch.
"Nn... ah... mmm..."
"Haah..."
Sticky fluid coated Lucian's fingers.
From between Riri's small folds, hot, transparent love juice trickled out, soaking his hand and her thighs.
She was already drenched.
Her slickness told him she was ready.
Lucian couldn't hold back anymore. He tugged at her white lace panties, trying to pull them down.
But in the cramped bed, with Riri lying still on her side, the panties caught on her hips, refusing to budge.
Damn... If I yank too hard, the bed might shake and wake Lisa.
Carefully, he propped himself up. He laid Riri flat momentarily, then lifted her small, pale hips with both hands.
Sliiide—
The panties glided down her thighs—luxurious silk, utterly out of place in this shabby shack. A privilege only a retainer maid of a Count's household could enjoy. Their smoothness brushed against Lucian's fingertips.