"Ethan Oppa~"
Ethan, lost in fantasy, was pulled back to reality by a sweetly-infantile voice.
He closed the system panel and looked toward the source of the sound.
A graceful girl stood not far away. Like her mother, she had purple hair, tied into two short ponytails on the sides. Her brown eyes held a spark of mischief.
She was wearing a pink, low-cut halter top that barely covered her two budding apples (breasts), exposing her delicate collarbone and fair arms. On the bottom, she wore ultra-short, dark blue denim shorts that hugged her perky butt. Since they were so short, the soft, fair skin of her buttocks was faintly visible. Her legs were long, straight, and unadorned. Her small feet were bare, the ten unequal-sized toes crystal and delicate, with faint blue veins clearly visible on the fair arch of her feet.
She was a quintessential energetic, beautiful girl.
"What is it, Lyla-chan?" Ethan asked, looking at Lyla Maxwell (Gunma Ruri) as she walked toward him.
"Nothing."
A sly smile appeared on the girl's face.
Ethan patted the seat beside him, motioning for the girl to sit and talk.
"Oops!"
The girl intentionally swayed as she reached Ethan, stumbling right into his arms. She clutched her ankle, pretending to have twisted it.
"Are you okay, Lyla-sis?"
Ethan heard Lyla Maxwell's gasp. Ignoring the soft body in his embrace, he quickly showed concern.
"Y-yes... I mean, n-no, it hurts, woo..."
A look of pain crossed the girl's face, though her beautiful eyes were perfectly clear.
Hearing the girl, Ethan shifted his body. The girl slid off him and onto his seat. He knelt down in front of her, looking at the ankle she was tightly clutching.
"Phew... phew, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Ethan gently moved the girl's hands away and saw her reddish ankle. He gently massaged the injured spot, breathing warm air onto it as he spoke softly.
A look of enjoyment appeared on the girl's flushed face. She looked down at Ethan's every move, her brown eyes seemingly swirling with a hint of lustful moisture.
"Is it feeling better, Lyla-sis?"
"Mhm, it's better." "But I still need my Ethan-oppa to rub it for a little while longer."
Ethan was about to stand up, but hearing the girl's request, he continued the motion.
He only stood up slowly when the girl spoke again.
"Mwah~"
Ethan was only halfway up when he saw the girl brace her hands on the sofa, and a wet sensation landed on his face.
The girl's cherry lips had kissed his cheek.
"That's a reward for my Ethan-oppa." Lyla Maxwell looked at the stunned Ethan, speaking sweetly with a smile.
"Haha, alright, thank you for the reward, Lyla-sis."
Ethan looked at Lyla Maxwell's mischievous expression, gently stroking her hair as he sat down beside her.
As soon as he sat, Lyla Maxwell scooted into his lap again. Her beautiful back pressed tightly against his chest. Since Ethan was wearing a thin t-shirt, he could clearly feel the softness of the girl's skin.
The innocent yet slightly sensual scent of the young girl wafted into his nostrils. Ethan felt his body heat up. The Magma Dragon (his erection), which had already been slightly agitated, now raised its monstrous head completely, pressing against the girl's tender back.
"Lyla-sis, could you possibly..."
"What is it, Ethan-oppa?"
Ethan was about to tell the girl not to sit so close, or he wouldn't be able to quell the Magma Dragon's wrath, but the girl turned her head, looking innocent, seemingly unaware of the strangeness pressing against her back.
"N-nothing."
He couldn't exactly tell her that his Magma Dragon had been aroused by his stepsister, so he just sighed helplessly.
The girl said nothing in response, but slowly began to sway from side to side, rubbing the Magma Dragon through their clothes.
Ethan fiercely suppressed the strange pleasure, chanting repeatedly in his mind: Namo Amitabha, Lord God, form is emptiness, emptiness is form...
"Lunch is ready!"
It wasn't until Mrs. Maxwell brought out the food and called out that Ethan was finally rescued.
"I'll go call Rumi-sis."
Ethan immediately shifted Lyla Maxwell aside and quickly darted toward Rumi Maxwell's (Gunma Kurumi) bedroom.
"Hmph! Let's see if you can still hold back later!"
Lyla Maxwell looked at the direction of Ethan's escape. Her hand, which she had placed where the Magma Dragon had rested, came away. She rubbed her thumb and index finger together, and a sticky, viscous substance actually stringed between them.
"Tch~ I can't wait too long."
She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed. It smelled slightly of flowering stones (suggestive of arousal). Two pink stars appeared in her brown eyes.
"Bang, bang."
"Rumi-sis, lunch is ready!" Ethan knocked on Rumi Maxwell's bedroom door.
"No one's there?" "I'm coming in!"
He noticed no reply and sounded slightly worried, placing his hand on the doorknob.
"I'm really coming in now!"
Ethan slowly turned the doorknob.
"The Worl... Mmm... Mmm..."
Just as he was about to fully turn the knob, the door opened from the inside. Since the door swung inward, he was pulled forward and stumbled into the room. He reflexively tried to invoke a Time Stop, but before he could finish the phrase, his entire head was buried directly into a pair of soft peaks (breasts).
"What is it, Ethan-little-brother? Do you want a little milk before lunch?"
Ethan naturally knew who it was. Hearing her teasing words, he tried to lift his head out of her peaks, but a hand pressed down on the back of his head.
A sweet fragrance filled his nose. The heat that Lyla Maxwell had stoked in his lower abdomen rose again. Since you are being disrespectful, don't blame me for being dishonorable, Ethan thought internally.
"Eeeh."
Rumi Maxwell's face was full of playful smiles. Bullying her younger stepbrother gave her a strong sense of accomplishment. But then, a burning sensation, accompanied by dampness, suddenly spread across her snowy peaks (breasts). Something squirmed like a loach over her skin. The strange sensation made her let out a soft moan.
"Thud!"
Like an anime scene where the hero and heroine collide at a corner, Rumi Maxwell slid onto the wooden floor under Ethan's aggressive movement. Her large, moist eyes stared up at Ethan's face. He was panting heavily, his hot breath hitting her face, like a beast choosing its prey.
"Are you going to devour me?" Rumi Maxwell showed no fear. Instead, she looked at Ethan seductively, her mouth uttering provocative words.
Ethan was a titanium virgin in both lives, but he hadn't missed out on porn or both legitimate and hentai anime. He knew that the male protagonists in those non-pure-love stories were often the "nice guy" type, remaining gentlemen even when the girls confessed, which was why some heroines ended up getting cucked by blonds or greasy older men. He would not be that kind of person.
He looked at Rumi Maxwell's charming face, unable to hold back anymore. He bent his arms, pressed his body close, and aimed his face toward hers.
"Mmm, mmm... Mmm~"
The boy kissed the girl's lips, sketching patterns between her tender cushions until his "ink" ran dry. It was then quickly pulled back, instantly refilled with "ink," and entered the girl's mouth again. Like two magnets of different polarities, the girl wound herself around him. Dry wood met raging fire, igniting instantly. They fiercely tangled together, their mouths producing a thrilling symphony. At this moment, only the sound of their battling "ink" echoed in the room.
When their lips parted, a silvery strand of saliva stretched between their mouths, snapped, and fell onto the girl's chin and neck.
"It's okay~"
Ethan braced his body, looking down at Rumi Maxwell, who had a lustful look in her eyes. It wasn't until her moist lips parted that he lowered his head again.
"Eek~ Slower, you're so impatient~"
"Mmm~ Ah~ Mmm..."
Ethan's head burrowed into Rumi Maxwell's snowy peaks, moving wildly. With every movement, the fair, tender skin of the girl's peaks became more exposed until a patch of scarlet appeared on one of the white hills. He abandoned the random nuzzling and focused on fully revealing the scarlet target.
Finally, his efforts paid off. The true face of the scarlet was fully exposed—a cherry hanging on a snowy tree.
The boy seemed to have found a delicacy. He immediately wrapped his mouth around it. His mouth produced a large amount of saliva due to the delicious cherry, completely drowning it.
The rosy cherry was treated like a toy, sometimes teased by the boy's "ink," sometimes gently bitten. The cherry, which was originally the size of a pinky finger, grew to the size of a thumb under the boy's ministrations.
The feast continued until a puzzled inquiry stopped the banquet.
"Ethan-kun, Rumi-chan, what are you two doing? Lunch is getting cold!"
The voice arrived before the person. The two people on the floor froze instantly.
"Get up quickly, Ethan-little-brother! Looks like you can only get a taste today. Big sis will find you again next time~"
Rumi Maxwell's flushed face showed a hint of panic, but her tone was still teasing Ethan.
"Heh heh, no hurry. I want to have my fill right now."
Ethan was about to get up, but hearing Rumi Maxwell's provocative words, he decided to scare her.
"Eeeh~ Q-quickly, g-get up! If... if M-mom... sees... it won't... be... good... Mmm~"
Rumi Maxwell saw Ethan lean back down and start sucking on her snowy peak again. As the footsteps approached, a sense of degeneracy surged in her heart. A strange sensation, stronger than before, swept over her entire body. She even felt a light stream of moisture flow from her mysterious Peach Spring (vagina), causing her to let out a soft moan.
"Why is no one answering? Where are they?"
Mrs. Maxwell's voice rang out from the corner again. In just one more second, they would be discovered.
"Uh? Ethan-kun, why are you standing at the bedroom door? And where is Rumi-chan? I called for you both, and no one answered!"
Mrs. Maxwell looked at Ethan standing at the doorway, a look of confusion and slight dissatisfaction on her face.
"Uh... Mrs. Maxwell, I went to the bathroom earlier and just came out. I was just about to knock on Rumi-sis's door."
Ethan had prepared this excuse when he decided to keep going with Rumi Maxwell. Using Star Heart's five-second Time Stop, he first moved Rumi Maxwell back to her bed, then he came out and closed the door, creating the illusion that he had just arrived.
"Is that so? Rumi-chan, are you still sleeping? Come out and eat lunch!"
Mrs. Maxwell was slightly confused by Ethan's words but didn't suspect anything, as she hadn't heard any hurried footsteps. She knocked on her elder daughter's door.
"Coming! Mom!"
Rumi Maxwell's voice came from inside the room. In a moment, the door opened.
Rumi Maxwell's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes still held a hint of lust, and her clothes around her chest were slightly disheveled, as if she had just engaged in some sexy activities.
"Seriously! Before lunch! You... you... well, young people need to be moderate, you know?"
Mrs. Maxwell hadn't been satisfied for over a decade, but judging by her elder daughter's flushed face and disheveled clothes, she could guess what had happened. Her face was ambiguous, but her tone was still one of gentle caution.
"Ah! Oh... okay."
Rumi Maxwell was still slightly dazed. She didn't know why she had been passionately entangled with Ethan on the floor one moment, and then the next, she was back on her bed. It wasn't until she heard her mother's slightly scolding and ambiguous words that she snapped out of it, answering perfunctorily.
"Let's go, time to eat."
Mrs. Maxwell looked at her slightly perfunctory elder daughter and decided not to press the issue. She actually held a secret from her two daughters: the women in their family carried a genetic condition where they became incredibly lustful and desired the nourishment of the man they liked.
Since she brought Ethan home, both of her daughters had unconsciously started to tease him, though they had stopped at physical contact. But as time went on, this instinct would eventually become uncontrollable... and that included her, too.
"What happened?"
Rumi Maxwell watched her mother walk away, then quickly walked up to Ethan and whispered, her flushed face showing curiosity and confusion.
"Heh heh, it's a secret."
"Huh??"
"By the way, also~ Rumi-sis's lips taste very sweet."
"You! Hmph! I'll find a way to get your secret out of you! And when I do, hmph!"
Rumi Maxwell wanted to say something after hearing Ethan's comment, but suddenly felt a rush of saliva in her mouth, as if she had been forcefully kissed. Before she could figure it out, she heard Ethan's teasing words again and immediately guessed it was someone's prank. She quickly swallowed the saliva. When she looked up to say more, Ethan was gone. She could only utter an empty threat, though a seductive smile appeared on her flushed face.
"I'll start eating." x4
The family of three waited for Rumi Maxwell to sit down, and the four of them performed their daily pre-meal ritual before picking up their chopsticks.
Placed in front of Ethan was a plate of delicious Eel Rice and a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.
The rice was glistening and perfectly cooked, and the soup was fresh and light.
This was Mrs. Maxwell's specialty. In the past year, he had eaten it countless times, but it was always unforgettable.
Ethan couldn't wait. He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of eel meat mixed with rice, and put it in his mouth. In the first few bites, the rich, savory flavor that instantly dominated his taste buds was overwhelming.
But after that, the sweetness, saltiness, and viscosity of the sauce slowly took over. The deliciousness was discounted. Even with Sansho pepper sprinkled on top, it was masked by the sauce's salty-sweetness, losing its original flavor.
The eel is the heart, the sauce is the mind, and the rice is the body. The heart, mind, and body complement each other. Once the sauce overwhelms the dish, the effort is wasted.
A miss by a hair is a mile lost!
The seasoning of the eel sauce is a delicate art of balance. Too little, and it's bland; too much, and it's sickly sweet.
So he ate quickly and deliciously~
Delicious!