Shasha raised her eyes in surprise and immediately noticed something, causing her breath to catch in her throat before Rictusa could even answer.

How could that be standing again when he’d ej*culated barely a minute ago?

She swallowed hard.

“Don’t… don’t look at me that way, Shasha.” Rictusa blushed, partially covering his once again beast-like er*ction with apparent shame.

* * *

“Ah, mmm, ahhngh, yes, ngh!”

Though Shasha’s attitude had become more relaxed than before, the member that had already tasted pleasure once was now moving roughly in and out of her.

Having experienced penetration, she quickly grew accustomed to it, and her cries of pleasure became increasingly lewd and intense with each passing moment.

Due to its undeniable length, Rictusa couldn’t insert himself completely, but he didn’t seem to mind this limitation at all. Though he had never confessed it to her (nor did he plan to) since developing these strange feelings for Shasha, he had occasionally made love to her in his dreams. 

Something that could never, should never happen in reality.

Yet now, the scenes he had buried deep in his imagination were unfolding before his very eyes. Shasha, his adorable sister, struggling through intercourse with him, covered in sweat.

Even her slightly furrowed expression was enough to fan the flames of his boiling desire.

He found it unbearably endearing how she would try to move her hips slightly, only to freeze up like a child caught in a game of hide-and-seek whenever he suddenly thrust deeper.

Lowering his head, Rictusa bit her small, whimpering lips and penetrated her with increasingly urgent movements.

When he first had the opportunity to be with a woman at nineteen, he had rushed at her like a wild beast, knowing nothing. Though he still wanted to behave that way now, he restrained himself. It was too soon.

If Shasha became frightened and ran away, thinking her brother was an inconsiderate beast, nothing could be worse.

Rictusa realized with alarm how easily he might lose control during s*x. During his mercenary days, when he had become excited at the sight of a woman’s n*ked body, he had made excuses about youthful inexperience, but thinking back now… This seemed to be his natural inclination during intimate moments.

Now, experiencing a woman’s body for the first time in his 23 years, Rictusa felt wrapped in waves of light that scattered his senses. The hot, soft, cozy, sugar-sweet sensation mercilessly crushed his rationality.

A wildfire of intense possessiveness and crude desire he had never revealed began spreading through his chest.

He wanted to fill her insides with his s*men, even just once. To mark her as his own and keep her locked away from everyone else. During the day, he would hold her waist, whisper sweet words, and brush her hair until she fell asleep, and at night, like now…

He wanted to make love to Shasha. He wanted to have s*x with her.

“Shasha, can I finish inside?”

He naturally dropped the formalities as he brushed away the hair falling across her ear. Pressing his lips close to her perked-up ear, he breathed unsteadily, immediately drawing out a moan tinged with coquettishness.

Rictusa gripped her waist firmly and thrust his hips rapidly, their bodies colliding.

Finally reaching his third climax, he pushed his p*nis, which clung stubbornly to her inner walls, deep inside and shuddered violently.

* * *

Shasha and Rictusa mixed their bodies tirelessly throughout the dawn. Or more precisely, Rictusa forced Shasha awake despite her exhaustion and sleep deprivation, engaging in one-sided lovemaking.

He reached climax relatively quickly and ej*culated before Shasha could fully experience pleasure, but then became er*ect again at a frightening speed.

Consequently, Shasha was thrown into countless orgasms due to Rictusa’s beast-like stamina and had no choice but to receive disgusting amounts of his seed, more than she could possibly accommodate.

Though Rictusa’s ej*culation time was quick, his recovery speed matched it, and each time he released an amount that left her mind reeling.

As a result, Shasha had to be covered in white, thin fluid as though bathing in milk.

Even after thoroughly emptying himself, his member would immediately swell inside her again, forcing her into a second coupling without a moment’s rest. Lewd fluids trickled down her perineum with squelching sounds, only for the majestic p*nis to plunge through them again. 

This act had repeated approximately eight times and was still continuing.

Between her legs never had a chance to dry. The fluids that couldn’t be fully absorbed inside her v*gina gushed out, forming a pool between her thighs.

“Ha, huh…”

Having nearly lost consciousness several times during the ordeal, Shasha buried her face in the blanket and sighed painfully.

Rictusa stroked her gently, like cradling a doll, as he finished his ninth ej*culation.

“Haah, ugh, stop…”

She didn’t even have the energy to say more.

Shasha stared blankly at the brightening morning sky and murmured vacantly.

“I feel wonderful, Shasha.”

Rictusa smiled warmly, cupping her white, soft cheeks like bread and kissing them. He felt refreshed, as though all the stuffiness and fatigue that had been knotted inside him had been filtered out. Exactly like the feeling after taking a refreshing shower following intense exercise.

Unlike Shasha, Rictusa felt no fatigue whatsoever. He actually wanted just one more round, but with the time to enter the palace approaching, he had to stop here.

The nagging dissatisfaction of not reaching ten times lingered in a corner of his mind, but he had no choice but to ignore his inner voice.

He wrapped his arms around Shasha, who was staring blankly at the ceiling, and carried her like a princess to the bathroom. The bathtub began filling with appropriately heated water.

During this time, Rictusa kept his doll-like sister seated on one knee, continuing to give her bird kisses. Gentle shower streams fell over her round, swollen br*asts.

Rictusa cupped her wet br*asts with his tanned hands and deliberately placed her n*pples where the water flowed, providing subtle stimulation while observing her reactions.

Even half-unconscious, the woman in his arms faithfully trembled at these minute sensations.

Unable to resist his rekindled desire, he lifted Shasha effortlessly and inserted himself into her again.

Although she could now only weakly curl up in response, to his eyes, even her smallest movements remained intensely sensual.

Defiling and crushing this pure white baby angel brought indescribable pleasure. Even though she had already given her body to a monster before he could reach out to her.

Now Shasha was entirely his. Living in the same house, they would face each other daily and make love whenever he wanted, provided she continued to permit it.

Rictusa placed his hands under the knees of the semi-conscious, swaying Shasha, pulling her back tightly against him so their bodies overlapped without any gap. Her perfectly folded body swayed precariously in mid-air.

If his p*nis had been even slightly more merciful in length, he would have been able to pound into her hard enough to make the entire bathroom echo, but unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

He pushed his p*nis in as deeply as the limit allowed and moved his hips rapidly. Only after extracting all the lust he desired did Rictusa begin washing Shasha’s body.

Completely exhausted, Shasha never once opened her eyes while he washed her body, shampooed her hair, changed her clothes, and laid her on a fresh bed.

* * *

Shasha finally opened her eyes late in the afternoon.

“Miss, you’re awake? The master prepared food for you himself before leaving.”

She found herself lying in Rictusa’s bed, wearing elaborate lace pajamas. She clearly remembered spending the late night in her own bedroom, but couldn’t recall exactly when things had changed.

“Butler, why am I sleeping in my brother’s room?”

“The master said you came looking for him because you had a nightmare and were scared, but it seems you’ve forgotten. He’s already informed Princess Kesera separately, so please rest without worry.”

The dignified butler explained with a kind smile, resolving her curiosity.

Of course, Shasha, who had never had any nightmare, realized her brother had casually made up this story, but she kept quiet, unable to tell the truth.

“Ugh.”

Her waist felt like it might break. Between her legs was sore, and her body lacked strength.

“Miss Shasha, are you alright? If moving is uncomfortable, I’ll bring your meal to the room.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you, Butler.”

Feeling a strange heaviness settling in her lower abdomen, Shasha ultimately lay back down and curled up under the blanket.

‘How will I face my brother from now on?’

At the time, she had focused solely on the act of joining bodies, pushing all other thoughts aside.

Now, having come to her senses, she felt embarrassed and ashamed. It seemed like she had committed a grave mistake.

Shasha cupped her chin with her small hand and buried her troubled face in the pillow.

Some time later, Rictusa returned to the mansion unexpectedly before the palace dismissal time and woke Shasha from her sleep.

In the bedroom decorated with elegant red and splendid gold, Shasha had been sleeping peacefully like Snow White in the forest.

She suddenly opened her eyes, feeling warmth on her forehead.

“Shasha, we must see Princess Kesera immediately. The only way to purify the demon beast’s poison on your hands is through holy power, specifically from someone specialized in healing.”

“Oh, I didn’t even know I had something like this. There’s no pain.”