Chapter 4
A soft, broken moan escaped her lips.
“…Ah.”
Cassis only pulled away once Lilia was completely breathless. He looked down at her with an expression filled with ecstasy.
She’d been the one to beg him not to stop, to take her all the way, but in the end, it was Cassis who seemed more desperate.
So, without warning, Cassis yanked the toy out. Before Lilia could recover, he thrust the dripping d***o in her face. Shamed, Lilia turned away.
“I even went to the trouble of getting you toys—doesn’t that show you how sincere I am?”
“Do what you want. Please, just do something.”
Half-mad from the d***s, Lilia could only pant and plead.
Without another word, Cassis thrust himself in all the way.
“Ahhh…!”
He was far thicker than the toy, and as he pushed inside her, stretching her already-sensitive walls, Lilia let out a different kind of cry.
Cassis pressed the toy between her cheeks as he moved.
Lilia tried to pull away, but there was no escaping—she was pinned by the hard connection between their bodies. Sensing her urge to scream, Cassis shut her up with another kiss.
She could only silently endure the toy entering her from behind.
Lilia’s mind went blank, shivering on top of her brother, forgetting even pleasure. But it didn’t last. Soon, Cassis was driving her to the heights she’d been desperate for.
It was rough. The pleasure washed over her in wave after wave, until she climaxed over and over, to the point where she wanted to beg him to stop, to just end it already.
The floor was strewn with ruined clothes and a discarded toy.
When Cassis finally pulled out after he finished, white fluid dripped down Lilia’s thighs. She didn’t even know how many times they’d done it—her legs were a mess.
At last, she sighed in relief, thinking it was over. But then her body was flipped over and slammed into the mattress.
“Stop… please…”
From behind, Cassis lined himself up with her now-open entrance and, in a single thrust, buried himself deep. The friction sent bubbles of white fluid frothing between her legs.
Every slow movement made it feel like her walls were clinging desperately to him. Cassis’s lips finally curved into a relaxed smile.
He held her tight from behind as he thrust upward, the wet sounds filling the room. Lilia could only sob, clutching onto Cassis’ arms.
He pulled out completely, then drove back in. Each time at a slightly different angle, keeping her off balance.
The overwhelming pleasure built to a peak; she thought she would’ve preferred the pain of the beginning.
And then, at the edge of that pleasure, his body stiffened, and something hot flooded inside her.
As soon as Cassis pulled out, Lilia collapsed and passed out.
* * *
It happened so many nights she lost count. By the end of the rough act, she never even knew when she’d blacked out.
Tonight was no different.
She found herself alone in the bed, her body miraculously clean.
Apparently, the maids had tidied everything already. They must have known she was violated by her brother every night. Yet no one ever reached out a hand to help her.
Slowly, Lilia climbed out of bed. Her body that had been abused all night screamed in pain, but she forced herself to walk back to her room.
“Where is Cassis?”
Lilia asked with a broken voice.
“The Young Lord left for the imperial palace.”
He had gone to secure his succession as Duke.
Lilia felt relief—at least tonight, no one would touch her. But at the same time, she trembled, never knowing when her brother might return.
After hearing that Cassis had left for the palace, Lilia realized that escape was her only hope.
She had to run. In this place, no one would ever help her.
So, she fled Duke Ashed’s mansion through the back door she’d used since childhood, the one no one ever paid attention to.
* * *
Cassis spent the whole night rutting like a beast atop his sister, who he was not related by blood. At first, he tried to hold himself back, but soon enough, all sense left him and he acted only on instinct.
He kept going until Lilia finally passed out—then, even after she lost consciousness, he finished inside her a few more times before finally getting out of bed.
His head felt like it would split open.
Lilia Silyd.
How old had he been when she first arrived? He was just a brat then, unwilling to admit how young he was.
But from the very beginning, he’d wanted her. That pale woman—the one he was told to call ‘sister’—he’d wanted her for himself.
But she was his elder sister. Not by blood, but still—his sister.
So he could never bring himself to touch her.
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