Chapter 157: The final Round starts

*Slurpslurpslurp* *smoochsmooch* "

While gently patting Cleo’s behind,

He accepts the lewd kisses from his younger sister, who sucks with devotion.

Cleo savors his saliva, her mouth wet with desire.

Her red eyes glitter like a seductive succubus as she licks her lips with her tongue.

He has to stop it here.

His cock is painfully aroused.

"Now, brother, are you going to take care of your girlfriends?"

"Our brother is just lending himself to his girlfriends for a while."

Cleo pouts, as if she doesn’t want to let him go.

He hugs her and lays her down on the bed.

"Remember, I’m your brother."

*Jjuup. Jjuup.*

Cleo continues to suck on the nape of his neck even as she lays down.

"Let’s do our best in the exchange match tomorrow, Cleo."

"Okay."

He exits the room, receiving Yuna’s farewell.

"Sleep well, Yuna."

"Okay, brother..."

"Do you look upset?"

He grabs hold of Yuna’s ample breasts.

Yuna, captured by her chest in plain sight, shuddered and reached the peak of her milky bliss.

"Is it true that you reach the peak of your milky pleasure as soon as your brother touches you?"

"...Ah...Ah... Just like how you do it... My breasts learned..."

She truly is the most sensual sister in the world.

She’s worthy of being called the treasure of *Lustbound*.

"Next time, there won’t be any real coins."

"...."

It’s time to put a stop to seducing your brother.

Even if it’s just to find some semblance of a normal family.

"Be careful if your kind brother, who enjoys naughty jokes, is just right for you."

"If I’m not careful... What will happen?"

"What will happen, indeed? Be prepared to be beaten like a dog by your mother and kicked out of the house."

Yuna laughed cheerfully, as if it were an unimaginable answer.

"Then, we will protect you."

"...."

"If you indulge in your sisters, you’ll become a confirmed perverted protagonist."

I already feel like I’m caught in a flow I cannot escape.

I pondered for a moment while washing my hands in the bathroom before returning to the room.

"Let’s not forget to cherish my woman."

I took out the twin Fleshlights for a brief moment. They were green when excreted, but now they display a yellow hue reminiscent of the twins’ personal colors.

I arrange them neatly by the sink and gaze at them intently. Even without touching them, the insides of the Fleshlights quiver.

It’s the trembling conveyed by the personality of the girl who produced them.

[Avid] (New)

created by extracting the personality jelly of the twin sisters and processing it into the highest quality Fleshlight.

It has a bit more depth than the younger sister’s hole and features larger, more prominent ridges.

This top-notch Fleshlight boasts impressive elasticity, offering a delightful sensation when pulled out and a pleasurable suction.

[Calling this Fleshlight is worth it.]

[Rarity A+] [Personality intact (100%)]

[Tightening S Durability S Insulation SS Reaction S]

[Sanvica Hole] (New)

created by extracting the personality jelly of the twin sisters and processing it into the highest quality Fleshlight.

[A delicate ridge structure that stimulates the cock is visible even from the outside.]

It offers artistic cock stimulation that appears to embody Sanbika’s effervescent personality.

With each penetration, her personality will suffer damage, though.

[This Fleshlight is worth summoning.]

[Rarity A+] [Personality remains intact (100%)]

[Tightness and Durability] A Insulation A Responsiveness [SS]

"*Sigh*."

My heart feels heavy merely from the fact that I possess the blonde twin sisters as Fleshlights after subjugating them.

Looking at the trembling jelly on the hole evokes a peculiar sensation.

I don’t dare to touch it now.

I let out a sigh in the torment experienced only by the protagonist of Lustbound.

In any case, the heroine is precious.

It shouldn’t just be an image of being treated harshly.

I am living in an extremely perilous, perverted game.

The following morning.

[The final round begins in 600 seconds.]

A single system message stirred up the inn.

The third round was indeed the last, just as we had suspected.

At that moment, I was showering with four women.

Elle, Hilaria, Brigid, and Isolde.

We had been having sex all night, leaving the bedsheets soiled, so we did it wherever we could on the windowsill, the table, and the floor.

Eventually, both the floor and the bed were littered with condoms, and in the end, we found ourselves having sex in the shower. Hilaria, who had vowed not to let me sleep, panted heavily as she clung to me, her breasts pressed against my chest.

I had heard her declare, "I won’t mess around again," more than ten times, yet she persisted.

I never thought I could go this far, but it was an unforgettable night.

I was grateful to my girlfriends for drenching their vaginas throughout the night and allowing my cock to slide into their wet holes.

"Morning, everyone."

Let’s take a moment to catch our breath.

With the lingering sensation of tenacious, intimate lovemaking, my girlfriends, one by one, gather beneath my throbbing manhood. Each of them, as if in gratitude for my arousal, bestows upon it a tender morning kiss.

It wasn’t my doing, though. When Elle approached and gently placed a kiss on my glans, the others simply followed suit.

"Please take good care of us until the end."

Confidence, they say, is a man’s fortitude. It truly was. As my beautiful girlfriends appeared entranced by my erection, submitting to it with their kisses and casting me glances filled with both devotion and love, I couldn’t help but feel invigorated.

A position of responsibility for them all. Each of these women relied on me. My unrivaled status and power over them made the experience as exhilarating as playing on a playground.

The drive to become stronger, to achieve more, and to push forward seemed to stem from this very place.

’To be a father of "many children."’

The final moments of an inseparable exchange were a match that could not be lost.

Emerging from the shower, I rummage through my inventory and swiftly prepare myself.

With a shotgun bandolier and a pistol holster adorning his school uniform, Ren Asahi had a silencer fitted on his Glock instead of a compensator.

He had a feeling that an all-out war was imminent. The main weapon was "Benelli—Moonlight," his current masterpiece. Standing on the grand veranda, he took in the cold air and steeled himself for the next confrontation.

The hostess, Ms. Grania, stepped out into the courtyard and bowed politely to him.

"Did you enjoy your time at our inn?" she asked.

"It was delightful. I enjoyed the eel as well. It’s a pity I won’t be able to have breakfast," he replied.

"For you, Ren Asahi, we have prepared a special lunchbox."

A lunchbox? He accepted the lunchbox graciously from the kind innkeeper, Ms. Grania.

Wow, it’s heavy.

How many tiers are in this lunchbox? He counted: one, two, three... nine in total.

"Even newlyweds wouldn’t receive such treatment, Ms. Grania."

"I look forward to our next encounter," she responded.

He stowed the lunchbox in his inventory.

"Until we meet again," he said.

With a nod, Ms. Grania bowed her head deeply once more.

Soon, I felt my body being transported elsewhere, and I held my breath.

A forced translocation?

Yuna, Cleo. Did everyone manage to wake up on time and prepare adequately?

Worried for my younger sisters, I stepped outside once more.

A warmer wind than anticipated greeted us.

[3 R Rebel Siege]

The finale of the medieval fantasy exchange battle was the siege of a castle.

A whooshing sound filled the air as the catapult hurled an enormous boulder towards the fortress.

I found myself in the heart of the frontlines, with blue-armored rebels swarming towards the walls.

"Charge! Oust the false queen of the empire!"

"Only the true Queen Isolde is the sovereign of the North!"

[Rebels: Capture the castle and escort the True Queen to the "Queen’s Chamber," located in the innermost part of the fortress.]

[Imperial Army: Defend the Imperial Queen Yuna Nakamori」, suppress the rebels, and protect the castle]

’Yuna Nakamori?’

It occurred to me that even accounting for dropouts, the total number of participants in the exchange battle seemed fewer compared to when we first began.

As I surveyed the rankings, there were few individuals who caught my eye, aside from Quintia.

’There is an elite force within the Imperial Army that has been pursuing the opposing scenario.’

And their leader is none other than Yuna. A goal that appeared both simple and challenging.

"Brother!"

"Cleo?"

It seems Cleo has managed to locate me amidst the chaos.

"What about the others?"

"Over there!"

Right where Cleo pointed, Hilaria raised her blue flag high and called out with fervor

"Rebels! Gather here!"

Many familiar faces appeared among those who assembled after hearing the rallying cry. Elle, for one.

"Ren!"

I embraced Elle tightly. Brigid and Yuna, being part of the Imperial forces, were understandably absent; they would be defending the castle.

"Senior Ren!"

"Senior!"

Isolde and Sarika, the first-year squad members who had been with me since the beginning, A multitude of rebel NPCs converged under Hilaria, who had been promoted to "General."

Hilaria, carrying an enormous hunk of iron on her shoulder that could hardly be called a greatsword, spoke as she approached me.

"My love, based on the scouts’ report, there are three main entrances to the castle."

Straight to the point, without any introduction.

I quite liked that.

But why consult me?

Am I naturally the commander?