Chapter 3
Lilia’s legs parted easily, even without much effort.
Despairing cries, closer to wails than moans, spilled from her lips, but Cassis ignored every single plea.
The winter night dragged on.
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Lilia tried to convince herself that what happened that night was just because of the funeral, or the alcohol. But Cassis wasn’t about to let it go.
From that day on, whenever he had the chance, her younger brother would touch her.
Sometimes Lilia was taken right there in his study; other times, she was tied at the wrists and taken in her own bed.
There were nights she wept in the bath, trying to clean off the mess as his s***n dripped white between her legs—only for him to take her again, underwater.
“Sister, you may as well admit it now.”
He was soon to become the master of the house, and Lilia would have no choice but to stay at his mercy. If she’d just accept it, things would be easier for her.
“Get away from me!”
“Is that so?”
“Aah, please, stop…”
Cassis twisted the toy buried inside her. Perched on his lap, Lilia tried to move, but her strength gave out and she collapsed back onto him.
He rubbed her c**t roughly with his fingers, pulling the toy halfway out and pushing it back in. Lilia sobbed, not knowing what to do.
She tried to move away from him, but her arms were wrapped around his neck and tied there.
Cassis enjoyed seeing her squirm and struggle while bound. Even when he untied her, he liked how she couldn’t put up real resistance, lost in despair.
Something about having his sister completely in his grasp made him all the more insistent.
He kissed her cheek and whispered,
“You’re this good down here, so why won’t you admit it?”
“Hnn… ah…”
“If you won’t use your upper lips, you’d better do well with the lower ones.”
Unable to hold back, Cassis shoved his c**k into Lilia’s mouth before—but after she gagged and nearly vomited, he stopped bothering with her mouth.
“Or maybe you want it from behind?”
He pressed the d**g-laced d***o hard inside her, wedging himself between her cheeks, his hand playing with her back entrance. Lilia panicked and tried to pull away.
But her movements only made the toy inside her push deeper, sending stronger stimulation through her body.
“Ahn…”
She shook her head desperately, begging him not to, clinging to Cassis in terror. He found it delightful, how the woman’s small body clung to him.
“Cassis, please…”
The black, bumpy d***o laced with aphrodisiac had already sent Lilia into a panic before, but the result was always the same.
He would slather her inside with the d**g, use the toy until she came, and at the last moment, yank it out—again and again. In the beginning, Lilia gritted her teeth and tried to endure, but by the end, she was whining and grinding herself desperately.
“Sister, you always say you hate it, so I even went to the trouble of bringing toys. Do you really hate it?”
“P-please. Cassis, please…”
“Yes, please.”
He answered with a calm face, as if asking what she wanted.
“All the way. Please, do it…”
“Hm.”
Cassis pressed the toy, still buried in her, then slowly pulled it out. Hearing her gasp for breath, he rammed it back between her legs.
“Ah…!”
“Sister. Stop crying and look at me.”
“Hn… hng…”
Lilia finally managed to lift her head and look into Cassis’s cool eyes. He smiled, apparently pleased with her ruined face.
“Kiss me.”
He had always initiated everything between them. Sometimes, after teasing her mercilessly, he’d tell her to try something herself—but never kissing.
Lilia hesitated for a long while, then tilted her head and pressed her lips awkwardly to Cassis’s. Maybe from nerves, her eyes squeezed shut and their mouths just bumped.
Cassis couldn’t help but was struck with love.
“…You don’t really think that’s a kiss, do you?”
He licked Lilia’s lips. She kept her eyes closed, and his tongue tasted sharp and salty.
“If that’s a kiss, then what have I been doing to you all this time?”
Cassis nudged the toy inside her. Lilia flinched, then threw her mouth onto his, trying to mimic a kiss. Her small lips’ attempt to lick his was just clumsy.
He squinted, watching his sister struggle beneath him.
Then, when Lilia’s tongue touched his teeth, then his tongue—
“Nnngh!”
He grabbed the back of Lilia’s head and devoured her.
The kiss was deep, rough, and overwhelming. Lilia couldn’t even breathe, clinging to Cassis.
His thick tongue swept over her teeth, her cheeks, the roof of her mouth. He drank her in like a drowning man gasping for air.
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