The Fake Younger Brother’s Shackle - Chapter 7 - - The End

Every time she blinked, more of her clothing was gone, and every touch was full of intent.

Cassis was already naked, staring down at his trembling sister.

Though it had been some time since she left the manor, her body was still covered in marks that made blood rush to his lower half.

“I’ll live quietly, Cassis, I promise. Just… please, don’t do this. Okay? It was only like that before because of the alcohol, because the funeral had just ended…”

You’re not really like this. Lilia begged him, desperate not to relive last night’s nightmare.

Cassis grabbed her legs and spread them easily, exposing her most vulnerable place. She sobbed and tried to crawl away.

But Cassis only buried his face between her thighs.

“W-wait! No, Cassis, please—!”

He licked her shamelessly, sometimes biting, sometimes scraping with his teeth, sometimes lapping at her roughly with his tongue. Lilia’s hips trembled and finally lifted helplessly from the bed.

When Cassis finally looked up, his face was messy with her fluids. Lilia’s own face, meanwhile, was flushed with an even deeper shade of pleasure.

With a sly smile, he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.

Then he cupped her face and kissed her. Lilia could do nothing but be swept away by her brother’s obscene hunger. His thick tongue invaded her already-wet mouth.

This kiss was so much gentler, softer than before.

And that made it even more unbearable for Lilia. She felt her body melting, and though she tried to resist, she had no chance against his strength.

As his breath mingled with hers, Lilia instinctively tried to pull away. But at that moment, Cassis’s hips began to move. Even just accepting him was overwhelming as he slowly pressed into her lower belly.

“Nngh—! Cassis, st—!”

Cassis pushed inside her excruciatingly slowly, as if trying to be gentle or draw it out—but that only made it harder to bear. Lilia gasped as she felt every inch as he entered her.

She tried to fight him off, but all her struggles were swallowed by his mouth, lost in his embrace.

Only when he was fully inside did Cassis finally lift his mouth from hers. Lilia’s face was a mess of tears and saliva, and she looked up at him with a dazed expression.

Her pale pink eyes made his desire flare up all over again.

When he thrust his hips, her focus returned—but so did a helpless moan.

“Ah…!”

That sound made Cassis start moving, ever so slowly. The pace made everything feel twice as intense. Lilia grabbed at him with trembling fingers.

Last time, Cassis hadn’t shown an ounce of restraint. He’d only cared about his own lust, moving rough and fast. But this time, it was different.

He was just as destructive, but now he seemed to be focusing on her.

“Hngh…!”

“What’s wrong, Sister? Do you hate it?”

“No… I—ah, slower… please…”

He tormented her until she became desperate, waiting for her to cling to him in tears. If she resisted, he’d grab her and overwhelm her with pleasure—then suddenly stop, repeating this over and over.

“Ah…!”

“Tell me you love me.”

“…Go to hell.”

He just hummed in satisfaction, as her cries grew more desperate.

After countless repetitions, Lilia couldn’t help but cling to him. Pinning her down to the bed, Cassis kept demanding the answer he wanted.

Between sobs and moans, Lilia finally managed to choke out the word ‘love.’

And from that moment, Cassis lost all control.

“Haah… ah… ah, Cassis—!”

Lilia’s mind went blank, lost in overwhelming pleasure. Her vision flickered white. All she could do was be rocked by the hands and body ravaging her, lost in sensation.

Sobbing, she tried over and over to crawl away, but each time he grabbed her by the ankle and drove back inside. She came, again and again, tears streaming down her face as she begged him to stop.

But Cassis only seemed to get more excited by her pleas.

No matter how rough he was, Lilia couldn’t resist. She could only cry, moan, and tremble in his hands.

“P-please… slower, Cassis, please…”

“Tell me you love me.”

His sweet whisper made Lilia sob. His voice might have been gentle, but his body was merciless.

“Hngh… ah…”

“Yes, Sister?”

“I… I hate you. Even now… ah—!”

Suddenly, with no warning, he thrust into her. The thick head of his c**k ground against her cervix, and Lilia screamed.

Pleasure and pain crashed over her in waves. Lilia thought her brain might simply melt away at this rate.

She almost wished it would.

Cassis gazed down at his gasping sister, a faint, soft smile curving his lips.

“What does it matter?”

He met her eyes that were full of despair.

“I don’t see what your hatred for me has to do with any of this.”

“You… you’re insane.”

“Is that so?”

God, if only she could just die right here. Lilia threw her head back, moaning. Her toes curled.

After so many rounds, she was soaked inside. The lewd moans escaping her lips were sounds she’d never made before—not until just a month ago.

The shabby, filthy room was filled with nothing but the wet sounds of their bodies and her cries.

“Why doesn’t it matter?”

She whimpered. But Cassis only stroked her hair gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Only when she lost count of how many times she climaxed did Lilia finally give in and beg him to stop, to let her rest for a while.

But Cassis was immovable. He only told her to lie still, then continued to spill himself inside her.

He thrust deeply. When she begged him to go slower, he did—and it only made her tremble harder.

His sister was not the type to faint easily, so she endured everything with a clear mind, which made Cassis feel almost sorry for her. But he liked the way she cried out for him.

“You asked why it doesn’t matter.”

Lilia was rocking aimlessly.

“It’s because I love you, Sister.”

She stared up at the black-haired stranger who had once been her younger brother. But Cassis went on, unfazed.

“You’ll truly become an Ashed now. And you’ll stay by my side forever.”

Then, as if all the filth and violence never happened, he pressed a reverent kiss to her forehead.

“So, your will doesn’t matter.”