"What the—damn!"
A surge of inexplicable guilt washed over Kagura, swiftly followed by an electrifying thrill. He flung open his robe, and Hayasaka let out a theatrical "Eek~~!" her hands flying to cover her eyes.
Blushing furiously, she peeked through her fingers, her mouth agape.
"You filthy brother… getting hard for your own sister? You're an irredeemable pervert—go die!" Hayasaka, mimicking Eriri's mannerisms, pulled down her eyelid and stuck out her tongue, making a mocking "Bleh!" face.
"You little—! I'd know you even if you were ashes, but damn, you're scarily convincing. You could fool almost anyone."
Kagura sprang up to chase her. Hayasaka made no move to flee, instead giggling "Ehe~" and standing her ground, hands clasped behind her back, awaiting his "retribution."
So Kagura scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She giggled in his arms, squealing, "Brother Kagura, what are you doing?! Let me go! I'm not getting on your bed!"
Then he tossed her onto it.
Hayasaka sat sideways on the bed, "piteously" rubbing her thighs together, her expression a mix of feigned anger and shy reproach, half-glaring at him. Whether urging or scolding, it set Kagura's heart ablaze with desire.
Of course, this was all Hayasaka's performance, and Kagura knew it inside out.
"Oh, right," Kagura said, practically drooling as he snapped his fingers. "Hayasaka, didn't we agree this morning you'd let me watch you pleasure yourself…?"
Her act faltered instantly. Her face darkened, hands slapping her cheeks and dragging down to her jaw as she shook her head in exasperation. "Truly befitting the lecherous Master Kagura—utterly oblivious to the mood."
"No… I'm not that clueless. I just really want to see it."
Kagura slid beside her, caressing her legs.
"So…" Hayasaka knelt close, licking his earlobe while mimicking Eriri's voice. "You filthy brother, you just want to watch me touch myself, don't you… you depraved jerk. Ugh, fine, since I'm your sister, I'll… indulge you just a little. Don't get cocky—just once, okay? Just once!"
If Kagura weren't genuinely eager, he'd have pinned her down and taken her right then, before she finished speaking.
"Don't… don't stare so much, you creep!"
Noticing his gaze fixed under her skirt, Hayasaka, feigning shyness, hurled a pillow at his face.
Whether acting or genuine, it struck a chord with him.
Even Hayasaka, doing this in front of him, was visibly bashful. She angled sideways, stealing glances at him while her hands tentatively kneaded her chest. Her thin lips alternated between bites and licks, a flush creeping across her face. Then, with a pop, she unbuttoned her shirt—three buttons undone, still wearing it loosely—pushing her white bra above her delicate breasts.
Her fingertips grazed her pale pink nipples, the mere touch arching her body. Shifting to a kneeling position, she bit her lip, her hips subtly swaying in lewd rhythm with her hands' motions.
Clamping her nipples between the gaps of her index and middle fingers, she gently squeezed and circled her modest, youthful curves—shaking or pinching with care, far gentler than Kagura's rough groping.
His intense gaze seemed to heighten her arousal. Soon, Hayasaka was fully immersed, stifling soft whimpers through clenched lips. She twisted her now-taut, gummy-like nipples, her hips rising and falling, her breathing quickening almost imperceptibly.
After a while, she straightened slightly, hurriedly pushing aside her underwear to reveal her glistening, dripping slit, the moisture trailing onto the sheets.
Kagura crawled to her front, propping himself on the bed's edge, his eyes locked on her engorged, deep-pink folds.
Gritting her teeth, Hayasaka turned away, raising her right hand to lightly slap him—not hard—then splaying her fingers before him, commanding, "Perverted brother, lick!"
Her left hand resumed teasing her nipple, gently squeezing and rubbing.
Kagura eagerly took her right hand, lavishing each finger with his broad tongue, coating them in saliva.
When she deemed it enough, Hayasaka slowly withdrew her hand, saliva strands stretching between her fingers and his lips. Shooting him a coy glare, she slid her thoroughly slickened middle finger into her slit before his eyes.
Her fingertip moved slowly, then quickened, only to slow again. Her soft moans grew harder to suppress, her hips thrusting forward to fully expose her shameful slit to him. Leaning back slightly, her left hand continued tormenting her nipple.
The wet sounds from her entrance grew louder. Kagura, parched with desire, yearned to become that finger, enveloped by her pliant, pink folds, plunging into her soaked depths.
Her motions persisted for nearly ten minutes.
Hayasaka's expression grew increasingly strained. She felt tantalizingly close to climax—repeatedly—but couldn't cross the threshold. She'd planned to finish in five minutes, but now…
—Oh… I want to come… I need to come so badly… Master Kagura's watching my filthy, lewd flesh…
Growing desperate, her movements intensified. Then Kagura recalled the tattoo he'd given her had a climax-suppressing effect. No wonder she was struggling, growing anxious despite her efforts.
Unable to hold back, he flipped her over, diving between her thighs to ravenously lap at her drenched slit, murmuring, "Hayasaka, I love you. I love you so much!"
Instantly, Hayasaka let out an embarrassingly loud, quivering cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. She tried to cover her mouth and push him away, but Kagura only licked with greater fervor. Collapsing onto the bed, she instinctively clamped her thighs around his head, muffling her cries as an unending torrent gushed onto his face.