Chapter 820
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 820
Watching Sara, I thought to myself.
She’s actually doing it…
And so willingly, too. Well, I did rush her a bit, but still, this was pretty compliant of her.
Was she really that sorry for the prank she pulled on me last night?
She didn’t need to feel that bad. After all, I was the one who pulled way more pranks.
Then again, maybe she felt guiltier because she wasn’t used to playing those kinds of tricks.
“You’re the one who told me to do it, you pervert!”
As I was lost in thought, Sara, whose hand had been awkwardly caressing her vulva, lightly slapped my face, covering it.
Huh? Ah, I must have said my thoughts out loud.
“Ah, sorry. I was just a little surprised. Hehe. Keep going. Here, I’ll help you.”
They say you can’t get mad at a smiling face, so I just grinned sheepishly and tried to smooth things over.
Then, I gently lowered her hand from my face, brought her fingertips to my mouth, and lightly sucked on them.
As I expected, she wasn’t wet yet.
“I-I don’t need your help! Idiot.”
But Sara quickly pulled her hand back as if she didn’t need my help at all.
She seemed even more embarrassed now, glaring at me with a beet-red face.
I didn’t look away. Instead, I met her gaze head-on.
“…Wh-what.”
In the end, Sara was the first one to break in our brief staring contest.
“Aren’t you going to continue?”
“You want me to do more in this atmosphere?!”
At my urging, Sara’s eyes went wide with surprise.
Haha. Look at her. Did she really think I’d tell her that was enough?
“Of course. You’re not even wet yet.”
“Ngh… J-Just! It’s faster if… you do it.”
As I spoke shamelessly, Sara turned her head slightly to the side and mumbled in a voice that was barely a whisper.
“Kuhehehe. Do what? Come on, try saying it properly with that pretty mouth of yours. What am I faster at? Hmm? Hmm?”
“You bastard! I swear!”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just kidding. Can you do it again?”
“……”
So that wasn’t going to work.
Damn this mouth of mine. She was doing so well, and I had to go and ruin the mood.
Still, it felt like if I pushed just a little more, she’d do it again.
If teasing didn’t work, and a sincere plea didn’t work, then there was only one method left.
“Ugh. The mental damage I took last night…”
“Ah, fine! I’ll do it, okay?! I’ll do it! Nngh… Mmm…”
As I prodded at her guilt, Sara finally brought her hand back between her legs.
This time, unlike before, a moan tinged with genuine feeling escaped her lips.
It wasn’t that she was incredibly turned on; it was more like the sensation was different from what she expected, and the sound just slipped out.
It seemed licking her fingers to wet them had helped.
“You pervert… What’s so good about watching this…?”
Even so, Sara didn’t stop complaining.
“No, I just purely meant that you should get yourself wet and ready first…”
“So, you don’t want to watch?”
“I want to watch.”
“You pervert.”
No, honestly, I don’t think this makes me a pervert. I think any man would want to see a girl as pretty as you masturbate at least once.
Though, since this isn’t my first time seeing it, I guess I can’t say “at least once,” and I have no intention of denying I’m a pervert.
Well, it’s not like Sara was trying to seriously condemn me, either.
It was just her way of hiding her embarrassment.
As proof, even as she said it, she adjusted her posture, spreading her legs properly on the bed and pushing her hips forward so I could get a better view of her private parts.
“Mmm… Nngh… Hnn…”
Then, she began to slowly move her fingers, starting to explore the outside of her vulva.
At first, rather than touching her clitoris directly, Sara started by slowly caressing her outer labia to build arousal.
But her movements were… well, they weren’t those of someone who masturbated often.
It didn’t feel like she was starting with her labia because she was used to it, but more like she was simply touching herself the way I usually caressed her.
“You’re still so awkward with this.”
“Wh-what? You got a problem with it?”
“No. How about you do it like you normally do?”
“I don’t normally do this, okay?!”
Well, since she lives with me, I guess she wouldn’t have a reason to masturbate unless it was a moment like this.
It’s not like we tumble around in bed every single day, but when we do, we go at it so thoroughly that her pussy drive is completely drained.
She probably doesn’t feel much desire until her next turn comes around.
“Really? You always come prepared for anal, don’t you? When you’re putting it in and taking it out, you can’t help but feel good and…”
“I-I do not! What are you thinking, you pervert!”
Sara, your voice trembled a little just now. Can your big brother trust you?
“Then try it now.”
Deciding to believe her for now, I spoke and took an item out of my inventory.
It had been a while, but it was something Sara would be familiar with: the pearl necklace. In other words, the anal beads.
“Wh-why are you suddenly taking that out?”
“Here, try enjoying yourself with this.”
“Idiot! That’s… I mean, that’s… I’m not ready…”
Seeing Sara flustered and desperately trying to avoid using the anal beads, I had a hunch.
I always say that Sara reads my mind like she’s a psychic, but I can read her inner thoughts to a certain extent, too.
Our minds are already connected, after all. Hehe.
“…You’ve already prepped, haven’t you?”
“N-No, I haven’t!”
Sara, your voice is trembling even more than before.
Your big brother can’t quite believe that one.
“Didn’t you say you were going to wash up earlier? When did you find the time to get ready?”
“I told you, I didn’t!”
“Wait, did you expect me to pounce on you right after we ate and prepare in advance? Hold on. If that’s the case, that means you washed up before the meal, too.”
There was no way she would only prep her butt and not wash up.
But if that was true, then earlier… she was fully prepared and just pretending to refuse?
Thinking back, it did seem like Sara gave up on washing up a little too quickly.
The way she immediately asked me to summon the spirits when I told her not to wash.
But why? What was the point? Pretending to refuse would only make me burn hotter after being teased for days thinking it was her turn… wait a minute. Was she doing it on purpose to set me on fire?
“You must have been really looking forward to this.”
Now that I thought about it, it made sense.
I thought I was the only one who’d been teased for two days, thinking it was Sara’s turn, but she also had her turn delayed by two days.
She said we decided to add the other girls to the rotation after we found out Matilda couldn’t go to the dungeon, which means that even on the day I brought Matilda back up, Sara was probably looking forward to her turn the next day.
So, when her turn finally arrived, it wasn’t so strange that she’d try to light a fire under me to make the night even hotter.
No, it wasn’t just understandable; I sympathized with her immensely.
“I told you, that’s not it!”
Even though she was desperately denying it.
Kukuk. Sara, have I only been with you for a day or two? I can see right through you.
“Here, hurry up and use it.”
But even knowing that, I didn’t try to pounce on her right away.
Instead, I pressed the anal beads into her hand and urged her on.
For the record, I wasn’t doing this out of some burning desire for revenge.
Like I said before, I never intended to get revenge in the first place.
It’s just that once I realized Sara had been looking forward to this too, I wanted to see her pleasure herself even more.
It makes sense, right? The more she anticipated it and the more her body ached for it, the more completely she’d lose herself once we properly started.
“Ngh… Nnngh… R-Really… with this?”
“Yep.”
As I came to my own conclusion and even placed the anal beads in her hand, Sara, who had been desperately denying it, finally stopped making excuses about her butt not being ready.
See? You were prepared.
“You perverrrt…”
In the end, Sara slowly brought the anal beads in her hand toward her rear.
“Mmm… Nngh… Mmph… Hnngh…!”
One by one, she began to push the beads of the string into her ass.
With each bead that slipped inside, Sara’s voice grew wetter and sexier.
“Hah… Haah… Haah…”
By the time the anal beads had completely disappeared, leaving only the ring at the end for a handle, Sara could no longer form any words and was just letting out ragged breaths.
Her ass really was her weak spot. And since I’d been diligently developing that weak spot all this time, just inserting the anal beads was enough to get her like this.
After inserting all the beads, Sara didn’t move right away. Instead, she looked at me with moist, watery eyes.
But I didn’t say anything, just quietly met her gaze.
Now that she was in this state, there was no need for any more encouragement.
“Mmm… Haah! Hoo… Nnngh…”
Instead, I gave her a light kiss on the lips, and her moist gaze turned hazy.
Then, Sara hooked a finger through the ring of the anal beads and began to slowly move it back and forth.
Each time a bead slipped in and out of her tightly clenched hole, her body twitched, reacting sensitively.
“Haaah… Nngh… G-Guwoooon…”
But that alone wasn’t enough for her. Sara called my name in a desperate voice.
The girl who was making such a fuss just moments ago had completely melted just from having this put inside her.
God, she was so damn cute.
“I love you.”
I kissed her lips lightly once more, then moved to her side. I supported her back with one hand and gently caressed her breast with the other.
With busty women like Leia leading the pack, Sara’s breasts might seem relatively small, but by normal standards, they were by no means small.
They were the perfect size to fit in my hand, firm and springy, feeling as if they were sticking right to my palm.
“Mmm… Haah… Guwoooon… Nngh… Hnngh!”
As I caressed her breast, Sara called my name in an even more melted voice, rubbing her soft lips against mine.
As we kissed, I could feel her body twitching more directly with the movement of the anal beads. My own excitement rising, I slowly moved my hand down from her breast.
Past her toned abs that formed perfect lines, down toward her vulva.
“Mmm… Hnngh…!”
Other than when Sara had briefly caressed her own labia, her pussy had been untouched, but it was already more than wet enough.
When I lightly pushed a finger inside, her pussy clamped down on it, tight and slick, refusing to let go as if her ass alone wasn’t enough.
“Hnngh… Guwoooon… meee…”
And Sara, her voice a sweet, breathy sigh, called my name again desperately.
Was stimulating your own ass not enough? You’re such a greedy girl, Sara.
Well, can’t be helped.
“Come here.”
I lay down on the bed, looking up, and beckoned to her. Sara immediately climbed on top of me.
She leaned her upper body forward, pressing herself completely against me, and lifted only her hips.
She then took my dick in one hand and guided it to her entrance, but something struck me as odd.
Sara’s left hand was resting on my chest.
And only her right hand was reaching back toward her ass. Yes, not from her stomach, but from behind, toward her ass.
And when she grabbed me, she only used her fingertips to adjust my position.
Could it be…?
Thinking this, I reached a hand toward her rear to check, and sure enough, my guess was correct.
Sara had her right middle finger hooked through the handle of the anal beads, while holding my dick with just her fingertips.
She wouldn’t let go of the anal beads even at a time like this. Sara, aren’t you being a little too lewd?