The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 19: Chapter 3 - In The Dead Of The Night (6)

She burst out with an apology, flinging herself onto the bed. Her half-naked allure, a blend of submission and remorse, sent an electrifying jolt through me. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... I mean, it felt like I had zero control. My bad for making you uncomfortable like that."

Honestly, watching a half-naked woman bowing like that was dangerously tempting. I was afraid another kink might just decide to join the party.

"Don't worry about it," I reassured, my eyes leisurely tracing the contours of her revealed skin.

"Aren't you freaked out, though?"

"Nah, not really. If I knew what would go down if we crossed that line, I'd be down to explore those desires with you."

What could possibly happen to you?" she asked, shifting herself into a seiza position.

"I have no clue, but worst-case scenario, I might be staring death in the face."

"Death? Seriously?"

She sounded let down, and I shared the same feeling. I was itching to dive into the moment with her right then and there. If it weren't for the looming specter of death, I'd have gladly ravished her without a second thought.

"Do you have any idea what triggered that?" I asked.

She shook her head, looking up at me with tear-streaked and snotty cheeks. Strangely, the sight stirred some unusual arousal in me, but I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. "But I think," she said, pulling me away from my thoughts. "I think it was your semen that set it off."

"My semen?"

"Y-Yeah. When I drank it, I felt this... sudden power surging through me. And then, my body just started moving on its own. It was like I wasn't myself anymore. Like something just woke me up. It's a weird feeling..."

"Power, huh? Has this ever happened before?"

"Nope. This is my first time trying semen, so..."

That caught me off guard. "First time?"

"Y-yeah. Is that bad?"

"Nah, not at all," I assured her. In fact, I couldn't help but feel a bit proud to be her first for a semen-drinking experience.

"That's a relief. I was worried you might think an inexperienced woman like me would be a hassle. I've heard many guys prefer someone with experience since it makes things easier when it comes to just having some fun in bed."

Personally, I don't find a woman without sexual experience bothersome. I actually prefer my women to be virgins. That doesn't mean I'm not into women who aren't virgins, though. I mean, I'd love to have some fun with a mother-daughter duo in the future. And you know, unsatisfied married women are like a delicious meal for me.

But having a woman who's a virgin is the best, you know? It means you're the one and only person who gets to taste her. Personally, I find the excitement and pleasure of breaking a virgin's hymen pretty thrilling. The look of pain on their face the moment it happens is just the best.

That's not to say I wouldn't welcome a non-virgin into my harem. As I've said, I'm definitely looking forward to getting with some MILFs someday too.

As I was pondering all this, I suddenly interrupted my thoughts, "Elise, did you just say you're inexperienced?"

"Huh? Eh, is that bad?"

"W-Wait, so you're saying you're still a virgin?"

"Y-Yes," she blushed, feeling embarrassed. Why was she ashamed? There was nothing to be ashamed of, at least not to me.

Suddenly, my jealousy over some random man who might have deflowered my sister disappeared. I mean, there was no random man to be jealous of. Elise was still a virgin. So then, why, you might wonder, was there no hymen in her pussy? There's a simple explanation, honestly, one that I never even considered. Elise mentioned that she trained hard to enter an assassin organization. Rigorous workouts could lead to your hymen slowly tearing apart. That just meant her hymen wasn't taken, but tore away due to her training. So then, why was she skilled at sucking dick? Well, why else? That must be because of her nature as a succubus. They are natural-born dick suckers and cum vacuums. Or, well, that's how my world portrayed them.

While I remained silent here, attempting to conceal a grin spreading across my face but failing miserably as the corner of my mouth formed into a sly smile, Elise looked at me with concern. "T-Tell me, Leon. Is that bad? Do you not want someone who isn't experienced like me?"

I pulled her into a tight hug. "Nah, it's not bad," I reassured her. I said it firmly, partly because I was afraid she might go off and get some experience with other guys, losing her innocence along the way. The thought pissed me off. "Actually, I'm kinda glad I'll be your one and only."

"R-Really?" she stammered.

"Hell yeah," I replied, squeezing even harder in our embrace. She hugged me back. "Anyway, this is a bit of a surprise. I honestly thought you were experienced, considering how amazing your tongue-work is."

"Was... Was I really good?"

"Yeah, and the way you talk dirty to me is pretty damn lewd too. Can't believe you're still a virgin."

Blushing, she lowered her head. "W-Well, I am... saving it for you."

I released her from the embrace and locked eyes with her. "That's a pretty unsisterly thing to say, but hey, I'm not complaining. I love having a woman like you by my side, so all's good."

With that, I gently lifted her chin and knelt down in front of her, bringing us to eye level. Our gazes locked, and it felt like we were staring into a red abyss before our lips met in a passionate kiss.

***

I stirred from a measly hour of shut-eye, my eyes fixating on the ceiling momentarily. A languid reach brought my hand to the phone resting on the bedside table. Unlocking the device, I scrutinized the time. The rhythm of time mirrored Earth's, offering a standard 24 hours in a day. Right then, it was 3:39 AM.

'Still had some time for a brothel detour.'

Swinging my legs off the bed, I glanced to my side. Elise was there, peacefully breathing under the blanket that covered most of her. No late-night gymnastics last night, but weirdly, it still felt like a good night.

Glancing through my phone gallery, a new addition caught my eye. A snapshot of me and Elise, both looking like we just stepped out of an awkward family photo. She had this peace-sign-and-smile combo, while my grin was more of the "I don't know what to do with my face" variety.

"Let's send this to Gabrielle and tell her I found my long-lost sister," I suggested, smirking.

After hitting send, a reply popped up. All it said was "?!". I could practically picture Gabrielle, just woken up by the chime of her phone, rubbing her eyes and reading my message in a sleepy haze. I bet her face went from drowsy to pure shock as soon as she saw the picture.

I got up from the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor. I slid them back on, relishing the feel of fabric against my skin, and decided to stretch a bit.

"Mm~"

Mid-stretch, I caught the sound of Elise moaning in her sleep. Was she dreaming about us going at it? Definitely a possibility. Man, I wished I could dive into some fun right now, but my schedule had other plans.

Noticing the blanket had slipped down, exposing half of her body, I got a tempting view of her ample tits. Memories of their softness from last night made my dick twitch involuntarily. Quickly reigning in my arousal, I approached her to cover her back with the fallen blanket.

"If only time was on our side today," I mumbled to myself, stealing one last lingering glance at those tempting curves before reluctantly tearing myself away.

Just as I was about to turn, she stirred, catching on to my departure.

"Leaving already?" she pouted, sitting up in bed and clutching the covers to her chest. Her eyes held a hint of sadness as she took in my dressed-up state, clearly wishing I'd linger a bit longer.

As much as I wanted to stay, reality had other plans. "Yeah, sis, got some things to take care of," I explained, approaching her and planting a kiss on her forehead. "But I'll see you soon."

"Tell me where you're headed," she demanded, a tone of curiosity and concern in her voice.

"Why?" I replied, my gaze locking with hers.

"Because I don't want to search blindly like last time," she insisted, a hint of vulnerability surfacing.

"Is that really necessary? I'm just crashing at the academy dormitory. You know where that is, right?" My words held a casual reassurance, but I sensed a deeper worry in her eyes.

"I know, but... are you planning to set up camp there for the long haul? What about after graduation? Sticking around or joining the magic knights? If it's the latter, where's your post-graduation crib? Or are you eyeing the adventurer route?"

"You're thinking way ahead," I chuckled.

Suspecting that my sister might turn into a bit of a sleuth without some information on my whereabouts or future plans, I decided to hand her a smartphone. I had a stash of five on me right now—originally six, but I'd already tossed one Gabrielle's way. Figured if I wanted to stay connected with my sister, giving her one was the way to go. Maybe I should throw in a request for some occasional nude pics too.

"What's this?" she asked, her eyes widening as she inspected the item I handed her.

"It's a smartphone. You can use it to call and message me."

"How does this thing work?"

Just as I'd previously walked Gabrielle through the smartphone ropes, I found myself in a similar tech tutorial with Elise. Her face wore a consistent look of bewilderment, and it consumed a solid two hours to etch the workings of the device into her mind. Elise's intellectual prowess didn't quite match Gabrielle's, and the slow progress was somewhat expected. However, the extended tutorial thwarted my plans to hit the brothel. Those establishments typically shut down by sunrise, and although the first light hadn't graced the horizon yet, I doubted they'd be in the mood for any latecomers.

"I'm sorry it took so much time," she apologized, her expression a tantalizing mix of guilt and sincerity. It held an allure, sparking a surge of desire in me. Regrettably, the lingering fear of her succubus tendencies potentially bringing about my untimely demise kept me in check. I needed to uncover a way to fuck her without playing a high-stakes game with my life.

"It's fine," I reassured her. "My connection with my sister is more important than my plan," I added, trying to underscore my priorities.

Her face lit up at my words, resembling a contented dog receiving praise from its master. I kissed her on the lips before leaving our room in the inn. As I stepped out, she chimed in with a sweet 'Take care~'. It felt oddly domestic, like we were a married couple. Despite the appearance, we were still siblings...