She bit down hard on her lip, bracing herself for pain.

Instead…

Only pleasure overwhelmed her.

“…Hng!”

Lucberk pulled out roughly before thrusting forward again.

With each forceful movement, her body tensed around him.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore the sensations spreading to her fingertips, she couldn’t.

She couldn’t.

The pleasure was unmistakably real.

Panting, Shamilia pushed weakly against her younger brother’s shoulders.

He only drew closer.

With each forceful movement, another wave of sensation surged through her, causing her body to react against her will.

Confusion consumed her.

Every time he pressed insistently against her, warm breaths escaped her parted lips.

“…Ah!”

She struggled desperately to break free from the arms gripping her waist tightly.

The wider her legs were forced to spread, the more intensely she could feel him against her.

The rough rhythm echoed around them.

Her back scraped against the ground beneath her.

Her fingers clawed at the blood- and water-soaked earth helplessly.

“…Ngh… mm…”

The harder she tried to suppress her voice, the stronger the overwhelming sensations became.

It was as if her thoughts were slowly melting away beneath relentless waves.

“…Ah… Sister.”

Lucberk whispered languidly.

His bloodstained fingers gripped her br*ast tightly as he continued to thr*st.

His glasses, still smeared with drying blood, were crookedly perched on his nose.

With each forceful thr*st, her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

“…Ha… hic…”

The overwhelming sensation seemed to pierce her mind.

She finally released the breath that had been trapped in her lungs.

The powerful force moving within her left her unable to think of anything else.

Her fingers clawed at the mud-soaked ground again and again, helplessly.

The wet sounds echoed loudly around them.

The fact that they were outside…

and that it was her younger brother holding her like this…

None of it felt real.

It was like a horrifying nightmare.

Or perhaps an unbearable reality that she simply couldn’t accept.

“…Hng… ah… ah!”

A blinding cl*max swept through Shamilia’s entire body, turning everything before her eyes white.

***

Lucberk found it strangely exciting that his sister reacted as though it were the first time every time.

She insisted that she hated it.

She tried to resist.

Yet, in the end, she still tightened around him with disarming softness.

“Sister…”

He lowered his head and gently kissed Shamilia’s sweat-dampened forehead.

Each time her body tightened with pleasure, the urge building within him intensified.

No matter how many times it happened, she always felt impossibly warm.

She was soft enough to melt around him.

Even when he forced her legs apart and took her as he pleased.

It felt as though she accepted all of him.

In truth…

Her body responded quickly every time.

He could feel the slick warmth surrounding him.

A shiver of pleasure coursed through him.

“…Ngh… st-stop… mmm…”

“You want me to stop?”

“Really?”

Lucberk let out a quiet laugh as he brushed Shamilia’s black hair away from her face.

As though she had forgotten they were outside, she clung tightly to his clothes and made soft, unsteady sounds.

He thought the flush spreading across her cheeks was beautiful.

Her blue eyes were clouded with pleasure.

Her face was still filled with confusion.

He wondered what it felt like to experience every moment as if it were the first time.

The thought of experiencing her ‘first time’ again and again filled him with fierce exhilaration.

“…Ngh…”

“Ah!”

When he pressed deeper, her body responded instinctively.

Lucberk no longer held back.

He reached his cl*max inside her.

“…Hah…”

The trembling contractions around him sent another wave of sensation through his body.

Shamilia lowered her gaze, looking down in utter disbelief.

She always made that face.

Yet, before long, she would inevitably wear the look of someone overwhelmed by pleasure.

He leaned down and kissed her parted lips.

Drawing her retreating tongue into his mouth, he gently nibbled it.

He felt her entire body shudder.

Her weak hands, which pushed faintly against his shoulders, seemed almost playful to him.

“Sister.”

‘Maybe this time…’

‘Maybe this time she’ll accept me.’

That hope had quietly blossomed within Lucberk.

Hadn’t he already given her every excuse she could possibly need?

If she wanted to, she could convince herself that she had only given in because she had been forced to.

But none of that mattered.

All that mattered was that they stayed together.

That they loved each other.

He gazed into her trembling blue eyes.

She still looked unable to understand.

Unable to accept…

The sight of her face distorted by pleasure sent another thrill through him.

“I love you.”

Lucberk whispered those words again…

And again.

***

How many times had they met there before, ignoring the fact that they were outside?

Lucberk wrapped his arms around his dazed sister, who was lying on the ground, and buried his face in the nape of her neck.

The scents of blood and sweat lingered in the air.

As his tongue slowly traced her skin, carrying the faint metallic taste of blood, Shamilia flinched and curled up instinctively.

Silence settled between them.

‘Is she really all right this time?’

Excitement welled up inside him.

If he no longer had to erase her memories, then perhaps he could be gentler next time.

Then perhaps he could be gentler next time.

Instead of crying and resisting.

Maybe she would willingly reach out and embrace him.

His heart pounded.

“I love you.”

Once again, he repeated the words he had said countless times before.

No matter how many times he had said them before, they had never reached her.

But now…

For the first time…

He thought they might finally be heard.

He wanted to hear those words in return.

Not the love shared between siblings…

But genuine love.

Holding Shamilia close, Lucberk gently nibbled the back of her neck, silently urging her to answer.

“Sister… I love you.”

“……”

“Hm?”

She had remained as rigid as a doll.

Now, she stirred faintly.

When he tightened his embrace instead of releasing her, she finally managed to turn around and face him.

Her blue eyes were clouded and unfocused.

‘What is she thinking?’

He found himself wondering.

He kissed the tip of her nose.

Then her trembling eyelids.

Finally, he pressed a lingering kiss against her forehead.

“I love you.”

If he could hear her answer…

He could say those words thousands of times.

Lucberk whispered I love you once again.

Shamilia squeezed her eyes shut before slowly opening them.

“Do you really like me that much?”

When she whispered quietly and huskily, he felt as though he had ascended to heaven.

He felt as though he had reached paradise.

No matter how many times they had been together…

no matter how many more times they would be together.

He doubted he could ever be happier than he was in that moment.

Smiling gently, Lucberk pulled her cold body into his arms.

“Yes.”

“I do.”

“I love you.”

“It’s buried so deeply in my heart that I can’t even find words to describe it.”

He had never considered himself to be a fool.

But now…

He felt like the biggest fool in the world.

He couldn’t find the words to express how he felt.

All he could say was—

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more than anything.”

Lucberk whispered the words against her lips.

Even her breath tasted sweet to him.

“…Let me go.”

Shamilia spoke calmly as she pressed both hands against his chest.

“Sister.”

The moment he loosened his arms without resistance, she staggered to her feet.

What he had left inside her slowly ran down the inside of her thighs.

She lowered her unfocused gaze toward herself before unsteadily walking away.

“Where are you going?”

‘Should I stop her?’

He couldn’t read her mind.

He had always believed that he understood everything about the world.

Yet when it came to his only blood relative, he was at a loss.

He couldn’t understand her at all.

Why did she keep pushing him away?

Why wouldn’t she tell him that she loved him?

Shamilia walked unsteadily until she reached the wall.

There, she picked up the axe that had been leaning against it.

“Sister.”

Lucberk frowned and took a step toward her.

“I can’t see any answer anymore.”

Her voice was rough from crying out so much.

He watched her slender fingers tighten firmly around the handle of the axe.

“Luc… I really don’t know anymore.”

“What don’t you know?”

“How much more do I have to prove my love?”

As he strode toward her, Shamilia instinctively stepped back.

“Wouldn’t the simplest solution be…”

“…if I were the one who disappeared?”

There was something almost crazed in her pale blue eyes.

The blade she had carefully cleaned caught the light as she slowly raised it to her own throat.

“Sister!”

Without a second thought, Lucberk flung out his hand.

The axe flew from her grasp and became embedded in the ground several yards away.

She had been gripping it so tightly that the handle had cut into the soft flesh of her palm.

Blood dripped steadily from the wound.

“Ah… ah…”

Was it the pain of her torn hand?

Staring blankly at the blood pooling in her palm, Shamilia slowly let out a sound.

“AAAAAH!”

With a piercing scream, she turned and tried to run toward the house.

“Don’t.”

Lucberk swept her effortlessly into his arms.

Shamilia lashed out wildly, clawing at his arms as though in a fit of panic.

“Sister.”

Even his calm voice drew no response.

“…Hah.”

‘Was it going to end like this again?’

‘When would she finally accept his feelings?’

“You love me!”

He shouted the words at the top of his lungs.

Shamilia, who had been twisting violently in his grasp, froze.

“Sister.”

“You love me.”

“So stop denying it.”

“No.”

“No.”

“No.”

“No.”

“No!”

What began as a faint murmur rose into a desperate scream.

“You love me!”

“No.”

“No.”

“No.”

She repeated the denial over and over, almost frantically.

“I love you this much.”

“So why?”

“Why won’t you admit it?”

“No!”

Clearly, she wasn’t listening to him anymore.

Lucberk bit down hard on his lip.

His sister adored her younger brother.

She had to love him.

Because he loved her.

That was how it had to be.

“…Hah.”

Letting out a quiet sigh, Lucberk leaned close to Shamilia’s ear and whispered another spell.

The body struggling in his arms gradually grew still.

Her voice, which had continued insisting no again and again, slowly faded into silence.

“……”

Holding his completely limp sister close, Lucberk squeezed his eyes shut.

“What am I supposed to do…”

“…before you’ll finally accept me?”

Love…

Was unbearably difficult.

And unbearably painful.