A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 1 - Part 7
“Haaaa, ah… ah!”
I froze in place as I opened the door wide open. Lionel was sitting on the bed, slightly spread-legged, rubbing his e***t pxnis outside his clothes. The sunlight poured over his back, highlighting his muscular forearms, the ejxculxte spurting upwards, and the teddy bear, already drenched in sxmxn, receiving even more. That teddy bear was the one I had given him as a birthday gift.
Lionel looked up in surprise, then quickly moved his hand in a vain attempt to cover the ejxculxtion.
“Ah, don’t look! Ah!”
A long line of cloudy mucus stretched between his long fingers. Lionel gasped for breath, unsure of what to do next. I couldn’t close my eyes or leave the room, completely lost for action.
“Uh… ah, sister, why didn’t you knock… ah!”
Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump. My heart pounded as if it would burst. I had imagined finding Lionel crying on the bed or sighing while staring out the window, not mxstxrbating to the extent of soaking a teddy bear in sxmxn.
Lionel’s face twisted in shame and confusion as if he was about to cry. Despite having ejxculxted several times, his pxnis remained e***t and he didn’t stop rubbing it or put it back inside his clothes.
“Ha, ah, ah….”
Lionel bit into his shirt, pulling it up. His well-defined abs and thick chest muscles were exposed. As he looked at me with resentment for my unexpected arrival, he finally began to let large teardrops fall.
“I’m, sorry….”
“Don’t look, please…. Uh, ah.”
Just then, there was a noise from behind. As soon as I heard the chatter of the maids, I instinctively closed the door. The lock clicked into place, and I swallowed hard.
…Was this why the system mentioned being mentally prepared, something it never asked about before?
The mission wasn’t just about comforting Lionel; it seemed it was about helping him comfort himself. Damn it. I had a feeling the item was too high-quality for the mission. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have agreed so hastily. But it was too late to turn back.
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
This was just a mission, after all. I approached Lionel, whose gaze clung stubbornly to my face.
Choose the right thing to say to your younger sibling who is crying while mxsturbxting.
1. Lionel, you’re growing up healthy. Just keep growing like this.
2. It feels like just yesterday you were crawling around, and now you’ve grown so much. You could even get married now.
3. I’m glad you like the teddy bear I gave you.
4. You’re not ashamed of jerking off in front of your sister? Where did you learn such manners?
5. Lionel, do you have any worries?
…It seems none of these options are quite right. I focused on the mission and chose option 5.
“Lionel, do you have any worries?”
Lionel shook his head, still crying. I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees, and met his gaze. His thick neck turned red.
“Talk to me. It’s okay.”
“Uh… ah, sister. It’s happening again.”
“……”
“Heuk, uh… I keep getting erections, constantly, it… ah… it’s really hard.”
“…Really?”
“Heuk, could you not look, please? It’s too embarrassing… Uh!”
His heated gaze seemed to engulf me. Suddenly, Lionel took a deep breath and shifted his hips. His arms twitched as if trying to reach out to me. Surprised, I leaned back, and Lionel bit his lips, clearly trying to hold something back.
I vaguely realized what I had to do to complete the mission. Although I hoped it wasn’t true, that hope was quickly turning into certainty.
Below Lionel’s tear-streaked, innocent face, his pxnis stood out starkly, as if belonging to another person, menacing and fully aroused. The large hand with prominent veins caressed the thick shxft, continuously stroking the dripping glxns.
I forgot how to breathe, watching the obscene sight. The warmth emanating from Lionel clung to my skin. Despite not having drunk a drop of alcohol, I felt dizzy, as if intoxicated. Lionel’s abs tensed, and his thick thighs tightened. Suddenly, his hand, which had been rapidly rubbing his pxnis, paused. As he seemed to forcibly hold back from climaxing, my hand moved on its own.
I lightly brushed the smooth, red glxns with my fingertip.
“Ah….”
Unrefined moans escaped Lionel’s lips as I removed my finger from his tip, revealing a strand of clear fluid stretching down like a spiderweb.
“How can I help you?”
The words bypassed my brain, bursting out impulsively. A moment of regret flashed through me, but since I had to complete the mission anyway, it seemed irrelevant. Lionel blinked twice, his eyes brimming with tears, his long lashes fluttering as his wxt gaze fully captured my face.
Lionel opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it and shook his head.
“So, should I leave?”
“…….”
“Alright, sorry for interrupting.”
As I turned to leave, Lionel’s sxmxn-covered hand grabbed my wrist. The hot, sticky touch slid across my skin. Startled, Lionel quickly let go and then seemed to try wiping it off my wrist, but it only spread more, not improving the situation at all.
“Lionel.”
“How to do it…Please teach me, sister”
“…”
“Just like you used to teach me to read when I was younger, step by step…”
“What do you want me to teach you?”
“How to…uh, calm down this excitement.”
“Lionel.”
“Please control my dxck for me, sister.”
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“Ah, Lionel, wait…!”
Suddenly, my perspective flipped, and I found myself underneath Lionel. His hand, smelling of sxmxn, hurried inside my clothes to gently grasp my brxxst.
Lionel buried his face in my exposed neck, breathing hot breaths. Each breath sent shivers down my spine, making my shoulders twitch and Lionel, seemingly fascinated by my reaction, pressed his lips and tongue against particularly sensitive spots.
“Uhh. I-It tickles.”
Lionel rubbed his thick, firm thighs against mine, stoking between my legs.
“When we were younger, you let me touch your brxxsts like this.”
“Ha, ah… too rough!”
