"What if someone moves the Stand-In Doll? Or it gets damaged from afar, or buried in an earthquake?"
Kagura posed a tricky question.
"Firstly, no one but you will approach the [Stand-In Doll], so it can't be moved. Secondly, if it's damaged, the system will place a new one in a suitable location and use its power to erase any cognitive or recorded inconsistencies."
"Got it. Kinda useful, but I'll shelve it for now," Kagura yawned, waving the system off.
Stand-In Doll, huh?
It was practically an invisibility and wall-phasing superpower. Perfect for sneaky, risqué antics—peeping or night visits would be unstoppable.
But honestly, Kagura wasn't into purely lust-driven acts. Peeping or sneaking was only appealing with girls who liked him, like Hayasaka.
And since she already liked him, he could enjoy her fully without such tricks. So, what was the point of the doll?
It felt niche—maybe clutch in emergencies. Like stashing it in a safe house while he did something risky, then zapping back if danger hit.
Enough dirty thoughts. It could be legit for serious stuff.
"Hey, jerk brother, how long are you hogging my bed?"
Eriri nudged his leg with her foot, annoyed.
"What, I'm a used rag to you? Toss me after use?"
"Hey, don't make it sound gross! I'm the one losing out here! You act like you got shortchanged, but even a cling-film kiss was a huge win for you! It… it was my first kiss, you know!"
Eriri sat up, pouting, glaring.
Her eyes flicked to Kagura's bulging erection, barely hidden by his pants. The tent was unmistakable, making her awkward. She avoided looking but stole glances.
Kagura, exasperated, tugged his T-shirt down to cover it. "Fine, I'm going."
"Wait!"
Eriri grabbed him again.
"Can you say everything at once?"
"Didn't I say 'two issues'?! You're the one bailing before I'm done! So rude! Biting back at me after kissing your sister and running? Zipping up and ghosting? Scumbag, pervert, shameless!"
"…Oh, yeah, you did say that."
The system's interruption had sidetracked him with [Stand-In Doll] thoughts, muddling his focus.
"Forget it, just go! You've ruined my mood!"
Eriri shoved him impatiently.
"What do you want, exactly?"
Kagura seized her arm, leaning in, staring intensely.
"Uh… well…" Eriri shook her arm. "Let go first."
He released her instantly.
"Ear, over here."
Eriri shifted to a duck-sit, beckoning him.
Kagura leaned in patiently. She whispered, "Bro… can… can I see your… penis?"
"Pfft—cough, cough…"
"Do you have to react like that?!"
Eriri's scalp tingled, clutching her chest in embarrassment.
"I didn't expect you to say that," Kagura said, glancing at his bulge, grimacing. "Why do you want to see it?"
"I… I don't have anyone else to look at…" Eriri shook her head, hands on her flushed cheeks. "Those damn readers roast my penis drawings as awkward—over a quarter of them! Argh, those foul-mouthed trolls should just die!"
"If they bought your doujins, let them roast. Just rake in the cash quietly."
"Think about it," Eriri said, dropping her hands, raising an index finger gravely. "Your proud piece, Maid's Skirt, gets slammed by a quarter of Japan's piano students saying, 'Spencer Sawamura Kagura can't even nail basic CDEFGAB.' Wouldn't you be pissed?"
"Hell yeah, fists up!"
"Exactly!" Eriri clapped, opening her right hand, squinting her left eye smugly. "I want to slap those trolls' faces, so… show me your penis."
Kagura, fuming, unbuckled his belt with a snap, ready to drop his pants in front of her.
Eriri gasped, hurling a pillow at his crotch. "Turn around to strip, you idiot! What do you take me for?!"
Kagura sighed, turned, stripped off his pants and boxers, tossing them on the bed, and sat back-facing her. "Done. Look if you want."
"Uh…" Eriri, hands over her face, mumbled, "I… I'm not mentally ready. Wait a sec!"
"All this fuss over a penis."
"Hey, it's a huge, erect penis, okay?! The ultimate demon girls dread! You think it's nothing?! You're showing it to your seventeen-year-old sister! Have some shame! Are you not embarrassed at all?"
"Keep yapping, and I'm dressing and leaving."
"Fine… I'll look."
Eriri peeked through her fingers, sneaking glances, relieved he was turned away, not flaunting it in her face.
Feeling overdramatic, she mustered courage, sat beside him on the bed's edge, and focused forward, her peripheral vision stealing looks at his erection.
Oh my god… what is that? So huge? Kagura-nii's penis… if that went inside me… I'd die, right? It'd wreck my womb…
She'd measured her vaginal depth with a pen—about 9.2 cm, barely a middle finger's length. Kagura's, she guessed, was twice that, maybe more.
"Y-you… aren't you ashamed, just showing it like that?"
"Nah," Kagura said, deliberately flexing it. "We're siblings. We bathed together at eight. What's there to hide? Same goes for your…"
"Shut up! Don't say that word! I'm your sister! I'm not shameless like you!"
Eriri, red-faced, clapped a hand over his mouth.
Just kissing and rubbing my leg got you this hard? I don't buy your excuses!
But… he really got hard because of me. That's kinda nice.
"Ahem… have you measured it? How long?"
Calmer now, Eriri squatted in front of him, sketching swiftly on her pad.
Her black knee-high stockings framed her golden skirt, the pale thigh above and the slight pinch of flesh at the stocking's edge catching Kagura's eye. She seemed unbothered by his gaze.
"18.8 cm. Not too long, right?"
"Not… too long…?"
Eriri froze, her pencil slipping, rolling across the floor.
"Some African guys hit over 20 cm," Kagura said, gesturing at his penis, shrugging. "But for East Asians, 18.8's pretty long."
"Of course it's long! It'd kill a girl! She'd die!" Eriri covered her face, pointing at it, shouting.
"No way…"
"Yes! It'd kill her! So, Kagura-nii, don't mess around with girls, or you'll cause a tragedy!"
"Quit blabbing and draw."
Kagura pinned her pencil under his foot, nudging it toward her.
Eriri squatted to grab it, her legs shifting, flashing her panties—a sultry rose-red pair with deep purple floral lace. One glance made Kagura's erection throb, his body heating up.
Getting hard over my sister's panties? I'm scum.
Eriri noticed his reaction, likely realizing she'd flashed, but said nothing, blushing, continuing to sketch while subtly adjusting her skirt to fully expose her panties to him.
Kagura stayed silent, fists clenched, sneaking glances at her crotch.
Is she doing this on purpose? No way… she must not have noticed. Damn it, Kagura, stop looking!
But he couldn't stop.
Then, their eyes met.
Both awkwardly looked away, refusing to acknowledge it. Eriri stood.
"Ugh… she caught me. I'm her brother, damn it."
Kagura rubbed his temple, frustrated.
Eriri, wordless, dragged a chair over, sitting farther from him, as if keeping distance.
Kagura sighed inwardly.
But then he caught her staring. Their eyes locked, and she slowly spread her legs, feet on the chair's supports, lifting her skirt, revealing her panties fully.
Kagura swallowed hard.
Eriri hummed warningly, sketching rapidly on her tablet.
She meant: Look, but don't do anything else.
Kagura got it—she was keeping him aroused to not waste this rare chance to sketch an erect penis.
The more she drew, the wetter she felt, suppressing discomfort. She sketched from three angles, then sighed, lowering her tablet and skirt, standing. "Done…"
"Need me again, just call."
"Once is enough, pervert! What're you thinking? Don't trust my skills?"
"Even if you call me a pervert, it's better than you drawing someone else's penis!"
"Well…" Eriri sat beside him, eyes drifting. "You don't want me seeing others'?"
"Duh, no brother wants that for his sister."
"I'm not interested in other guys' penises either…"
Eriri mumbled, barely audible.
"Hm? What'd you say?"
"I said—" Eriri stretched the word, reaching out hesitantly. "Can I… touch it a bit?"
"Didn't you touch it before?"
"Your eight-year-old penis and this are totally different! It's evolved into a monster!"
Kagura wondered if her vagina had changed too.
"Fine, touch it. Take your time."
"Just a quick touch! What're you expecting, you perverted idiot?!"
Eriri huffed, gingerly brushing it with her left fingertips, eyes darting right, but her hand curled into a tube, slowly gripping it.
So… big! And so hard? He's this excited from my panties? Ugh, now I'm wet too.
Instinctively, she stroked twice, then yanked her hand back.
That brief touch sent a shiver up Kagura's spine, a chill hitting his brain, goosebumps rising.
"What? Why're you looking at me like that? Put your pants on!"
Eriri scooted right, leaning back, shielding her chest defensively.
"Oh… ahem."
Her sexy panties still flashed in Kagura's mind. He grabbed his pants awkwardly.
"That… must be uncomfortable, right?"
Eriri turned away, cheeks crimson, whispering.
"Yeah, it's rough. Wanna help with your hand?" Kagura teased in her ear.
"No way! What's that daydream?! Get out! That… that was just for sketching practice! Don't overthink it! Tell anyone, and I'll kill you!"
Seeing him dressed, Eriri shoved him to the door.
His pent-up desire, sparked by his sister, needed Hayasaka's touch. But entering her room, he caught her lifting her skirt, left leg on a chair, inserting a tampon.
Hayasaka, unfazed, asked icily, "Lord Kagura, since when did you develop a habit of barging in without knocking? Or did you come to watch me insert a tampon?"
"…Sorry."
"No need to apologize. It's fine here, but please knock at others' rooms."
"Got it… take your time."
Kagura shut the door, letting her finish.
Of all days, Hayasaka's period hit on her birthday. Kagura, hoping for passion, was bummed. He wasn't desperate enough to push for sex during her period, and anal? Her front hadn't been explored much; she wouldn't agree to the back yet.
Soon, Hayasaka emerged, finding Kagura gone. She checked two spots: the piano room or the rooftop. Hearing no music at the stairs, she headed to the rooftop.
The living quarters lacked a rooftop due to the attic's pitched roof. The flat rooftop was on the rear building, ensuring privacy—summer garden parties below couldn't see it.
Hayasaka knocked lightly on the partition door, easing it open.
Under a starry sky, Kagura lounged on a mahogany rocking chair near the rooftop's edge, eyes half-closed, hands on his stomach, a blanket over his lower half, rocking gently. A half-empty can of his dad's homebrew beer and an iced glass sat on a wooden table to his left.
He hadn't drunk much.
His father, Leonard, loved collecting and brewing beer with professional skill, avoiding amateur pitfalls. He rarely drank, though, so Kagura often swiped his brews.
"Sneaking drinks up here again?" Hayasaka said, taming her wind-tossed hair, standing behind him. "Madam won't be pleased."
"Cut me some slack, let me unwind," Kagura said, patting his lap, grinning. "Come sit."
"You saw me with a tampon, and now you want me to sit? Planning a 'bloody battle'? I underestimated your perversity. Yesterday was anal, today blood, what's tomorrow? I shudder to think."
Hayasaka's deadpan voice carried as she stepped to his side.
Tomorrow, you'll want a sip of my period blood? Please, Master, no weird fetishes!
She didn't sit.
"Then give me a kiss, Miss Hayasaka~"
Kagura extended a playful hand, inviting her.
Hayasaka wasn't a "miss"—just a maid. His casual invite lacked decorum.
She covered her lips, grimacing. "Your mouth must reek of beer. Pass."
"Hey…"
"But since you rushed to my room, hard and desperate, I'll begrudgingly oblige."
Hayasaka swept her side ponytail, leaned in, hand on his right shoulder, and gave him a light kiss.
Lips parting, she opened her mouth, letting saliva drip into his, her tongue invading, twirling wildly with his, indistinguishable.
Her agile, soft tongue felt like it was sucking him in. They shared saliva—mostly hers dripping into him due to their angle.
Unlike Eriri's cling-film tease, this was a raw, adult kiss. Eriri should sketch this.
Minutes later, Hayasaka pulled back, poker-faced, licking her lips, wiping excess saliva with a handkerchief from her maid skirt, bowing slightly. "I can't serve you fully today. My apologies for failing your vigorous libido."
"Not your fault. No need to apologize."
"Your erection was so intense leaving Miss Eriri's room. My condition causing you to get hard for your sister feels… somewhat improper."
Hayasaka struggled for the right word.
"Cough… That idiot Eriri said readers trashed her penis drawings, so she wanted to see the real thing."
"So you showed her?"
Hayasaka gripped the chair's back, leaning over him, staring down.
"Yeah."
Her gaze turned reptilian.
"Truly my dearest perverse master," she whispered in his ear. "But beware—incest isn't trivial…"
"I know… I didn't think that far."
"Did Miss Eriri touch it?"
"Just once."
"What's done once will be done again…" Hayasaka paused, her voice low and grave. "If the Heraldry Court catches wind of incest, you could lose your title inheritance. Or, if you father a bastard with your sister before marriage, it's even messier."
"Uh…"
Kagura mused: Heraldry Court vs. the system? System wins, hands-down.
But he scolded himself—what was he thinking? He had no incestuous intent, so no need to dwell.
"You may find a mere maid like me naggy, but one last warning…" Hayasaka leaned in, whispering, "If you must, don't get caught…"
"Hayasaka, you…"
His heart skipped. He hadn't expected such a bold stance from her.
"Shh…" She pressed a finger to his lips, squinting mysteriously. "You and Miss Eriri, at school or home, bicker like lovers. I never said it before… or are you too close to see it?"
"No way, it's that obvious?"
Kagura jolted, incredulous.
Hayasaka nodded gravely, whispering, "No normal teenage girl would ask her brother to 'show his penis.' So… tread carefully."
Her words soured his stomach, his mind a mess.
He knew he was a pervert, aroused by his sister's panties, but Eriri feeling that way about him?
No, Hayasaka's judgment was experiential. Eriri wasn't a typical girl—she was a doujin artist! Hayasaka's take was too hasty.
That night, Kagura woke with a start, sensing something off. Opening his eyes—shit! His wrists and ankles were bound.
Tugging, he found leather cuffs chaining his wrists to the bedpost and ankles similarly secured, spreadeagling him.
His gut screamed Hayasaka's handiwork.
He considered the Stand-In Doll but decided against it, shouting, "Hayasaka!"
Swish—the bed's curtain parted. Hayasaka stood outside, holding a milky-white rechargeable nightlight, deadpan. "Here. Oh? Quite the mood, binding yourself. I didn't know you were into this…"
"Cut the act! You did this!"
Following the light, Kagura noticed her outfit—a flashy 2D-style maid dress, unlike her usual plain one. It boasted more buttons, white ruffled lace, and a snug, ornate fit. She wore sheer white mesh gloves like stockings, paired with black garter stockings, glowing mysteriously in the lamplight.
Her hair was pinned back in an Artoria-like bun, exuding maturity and elegance.
"Pfft…" Hayasaka stifled a laugh, acting. "You're amusing. Fine, since you love this play, I'll indulge—cleaner than 'bloody battles' or anal. Wait a moment."
She stepped onto the bed, clicked a hook from the bedpost, and hung the nightlight. Kagura yanked the chains—clank-clank—but the cuffs held firm.
He remembered: he'd bought these for Hayasaka two years ago. Now they were on him.
Hayasaka bowed and left, leaving Kagura dumbfounded.
Minutes later, she returned, carrying a silver tray steadily. Kagura craned his neck but only saw the tray's underside. "Relax," she said leisurely. "I'll make you feel good soon, Pervert Lord Kagura."
When she set the tray on the bed, he saw: a half-drunk bottle of Bordeaux with a cork, a crystal wineglass, a large bottle of warming lubricant, a transparent open-ended onahole, a folded clean knee-high stocking, a white towel, and a tissue box.
Wait, an onahole?
He'd seen the rest, but he'd never bought an onahole.
Catching his skeptical look, Hayasaka picked it up. "This? I got it for you last month during my period, but we didn't use it. Just disinfected. You know what it is, right?"
"You know it, so why wouldn't I?"
Kagura muttered, face dark.
"My mistake," Hayasaka said, unbothered, climbing onto the bed. She tossed his blanket to the floor, slid to his left, and placed the tray by his feet.
Feigning sweetness, she nestled under his arm, closing her eyes. "Goodnight."
"Hey! You brought all this to mess with me?!"
"Oh, you should've said you wanted it~"
Hayasaka, barely containing laughter, sidled up, untying his robe's belt, pulling it open to reveal his toned physique and… his towering erection.
"Oh my," Hayasaka said flatly, feigning surprise, resting on his hip. "Lord Kagura, you're so hard. Do you love this play?"
"Any young guy woken up at night would be hard! You know that and still ask!"
"Indeed, indeed."
Ignoring him, Hayasaka crossed her legs, rubbing them subtly, leaning forward to let a string of warm saliva drip onto his penis.
The heated saliva trickled down, tickling him. He wanted to laugh but held back.
Her right middle finger pressed his tip, teasingly tilting it side to side. Propping her cheek with her left hand, she quipped, "Sorry about my sudden period, Lord Kagura…"
"No, no, you don't need to apologize or do this."
Kagura leaned toward dominance, so being submissive felt odd—yet thrilling.
Wait… this isn't bad.
"To keep a pervert who's tasted a girl's vagina from doing something beastly or illegal, as your maid, I must relieve your pent-up lust…"
She spat more saliva, her silken-gloved fingers teasing his shaft, thumb and index forming a tight, adjustable ring, sliding from tip to the coronal groove, twisting slowly like a wrench on a bolt.
"Ughhh…"
Kagura squirmed, overwhelmed.
Bound, he could only writhe his hips.
"Don't squirm, or I'll lose grip."
"…Huff… huff… can you not hit the sensitive spot right off?"
He felt an urge to release but couldn't.
Hayasaka, poker-faced, shifted to a side-sit, grabbed the lubricant, popped the cap, and squeezed a dollop onto his penis, letting it ooze down. She squirted some into the onahole, visibly coating it, then set the bottle down.
Picking up the wine, she uncorked it, poured a quarter glass, recorked it, and swirled the glass by its stem. "Remember this bottle?"
Kagura was speechless but recalled: two weeks ago, he'd had her pour it from her chest down, licking her slit upward to her breasts, savoring wine, breasts, and slit together.
"You do. Wonderful."
Hayasaka sipped, then tilted the glass over his chest, letting cool wine drizzle in a thin stream, tracing his chiseled pecs and abs, spilling to his sides.
Gripping the onahole, she leaned in, her icy gaze locking onto him. Her pink tongue flicked his wine-soaked nipple, slurping lightly.
Kagura shivered. Her right thumb and index steadied the onahole, slowly enveloping his penis.
He nearly moaned, instinctively thrusting, but Hayasaka released it, denying him control, pinning his shoulders and licking his nipple and chest languidly.
Itchy yet blissful, Kagura hummed but sank back. Only then did she grip the onahole again, sliding it down fully.
The warming lubricant made his penis burn, the cool onahole mimicking a vagina's comfort. As she licked his nipple and slid the onahole from tip to base, Kagura felt his soul might escape.
"Ugh—"
He gasped, trying to move, but Hayasaka let go, her pleading glance ignored.
She worked the onahole slowly, her tongue flicking fast. Soon, the wine was licked clean. She uncorked the bottle, poured a smidge, and downed it.
But she didn't swallow, holding it in her mouth. Pressing the onahole to his base, exposing the purple, swollen tip, she engulfed the lubricated upper half, alcohol stinging his mucosa like fire—painful, sour, invasive.
Her deft tongue swirled the wine over his coronal seam, missing no spot, while her left hand teased his nipple like he'd tease a girl's, circling lightly.
Agony and ecstasy mixed. Kagura wanted to yell but felt too humiliated, struggling futilely against the cuffs.
After an eternity, he neared climax, but before he could speak, Hayasaka pulled back, wiped her mouth, and swallowed the lubricant-wine mix.
"…" Kagura looked at her, near tears. "Hayasaka… I've treated you well!"
Not letting me cum? That's too much!
"Lord Kagura… remember my words?" She licked his earlobe, resuming slow onahole strokes as his penis calmed. "The longer it brews, the tastier."
"I…!"
Kagura wanted to curse, obsessed with one thought: release, release, release.
Hayasaka teased him to the edge multiple times, stopping short. When he grew genuinely frustrated, she giggled, finger to lips. "Come, my dear Lord Kagura, repeat after me: 'I'm a pervert who loves stockings and feet. I adore licking a girl's feet.'"
She slid toward his face, legs teasingly rubbing together.
"I…"
He wanted it, but saying it was embarrassing. Yet, desperate to finish, he shouted it.
Hayasaka, stone-faced, remarked, "Worthy of Pervert Lord Kagura, saying it outright… As your maid, I must punish you with my feet."
She pressed her foot to his face.
Kagura eagerly kissed and sniffed her sole and toes, clean but intoxicating, bucking his hips.
"Oh my, you're adorable. Since you're my favorite master, I'll mercifully let you finish."
Hayasaka leaned to his waist, spitting warm saliva over his penis, gripping the sticky onahole, and pumping rapidly.
In under thirty seconds, Kagura's first thick spurt erupted. Hayasaka, lips ready, caught the scalding semen in her mouth.
Though his volume overwhelmed her, she kept it from spraying the bed.