Chapter 78: Trying not to get caught

"...Yuna?"

I switched to short, quick thrusts, trying to keep the bed from making noise.

"Your uniform is all dry. Should I leave it by the door?"

Maybe I could show Nami to Yuna?

My Fleshlight...?

’That’s...’

Still a bit too soon.

"Am I embarrassing you, Master?"

"Ah... ahh...!"

*Grip... grip*

I quickly pinned Nami down and started thrusting harder.

*Squish... squish... squish... squish... squish*

"Mmm...!"

"Aren’t you ashamed? All the promises I made with you, the relationship we built, the words we exchanged... I’m so embarrassed I could die. There’s no way I could let my sister see me having morning sex with you."

"Ren?"

"Yuna! Just leave it there!"

"Okay~. It’s almost time for school."

*Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap.*

I used Nami’s pussy to my heart’s content.

"Nami. This is a secret. Understood?"

"Yes... yes... yes... I can’t live without Master’s cock. That I’m a perverted dog-like masochist? That I used to be a B-list villain? That while Master was talking to his girlfriend he was giving me his cock..."

"Everything!"

*Sploosh!!*

"Ah!"

I pressed the head firmly against her womb and released.

*Buzz... buzz... buzz! Buzz... buzz... buzz! Buzz... buzz... buzz!!*

Nami’s pussy tightened as if answering me.

What refreshing morning sex...

I scraped every last drop from my balls and filled her womb with thick semen.

*Squish... squish... squelch! Squish... squish!!*

"Leave the rest to me, please."

Nami gently swayed her hips as she spoke.

"Because Nami is a clever Fleshlight... I’ll relieve Master’s urge to violate, then vanish somewhere."

"Not yet. Stick that ass out."

*Squish! Squelch! Squish... squish...!!*

"Ahh... the rapist’s semen... It’s so wicked to dump this much inside a girl’s vagina..."

Well, that’s fine.

This perverse, masochistic pussy.

I stroked Nami’s head and pressed my hips flush against her once more.

After a thoroughly satisfying climax inside her,

I had her clean my cock with her mouth, then returned her to the Fleshlight Inventory.

The bedsheets were completely soaked with Nami’s juices and the sweat from our all-night activities.

...

In the worst case, Yuna would simply think her brother spent the night with a girl.

"Big brother spent the whole night having sex with a masochistic pussy named Fleshlight."

...She wouldn’t think that. And that’s fine.

Even though my talent is collecting Fleshlights,

Women = Fleshlight is not something you can proudly announce in public.

It questions my humanity.

It’s like a body pillow with a beautiful girl printed on it.

No one cares if you treat it like a wife or talk to it when you’re alone in your room.

But you can’t do that outside.

Anyway... the Fleshlight matter can wait for now.

Meet Aria, check the status of the harem. And...

’Earn a lot of money.’

Hoping for a decent dungeon today, I headed downstairs.

After a quick shower I ran into a yawning Cleo.

...

The image of Cleo in a bunny-girl suit from the dream flashed through my mind.

"Did you sleep well, Cleo?"

"No. You appeared in my dream."

Oh? Cleo too?

"Was I wearing a bunny-girl costume?"

"Bunny girl? You were wearing a tuxedo."

A tuxedo? What kind of dream was that?

"Did you have a dream like that? Pervert."

"It was your dream."

"What kind of fantasies are you having about your little sister?"

"And you?"

Cleo’s cheeks turned pink.

"Oh, big brother! It’s because you carelessly hugged me! It’s your fault!"

Even Cleo had an innocent dream.

The primal energy of Lustbound really seemed to be wrapping around all of us.

"There’s nothing careless about physical affection between family. Come here, let’s hug."

I pulled Cleo into a firm embrace.

Surprisingly, she didn’t resist.

"..."

Cleo looked up at me with moist, glistening eyes.

"I haven’t showered yet."

"Where?"

*Sniff... sniff.*

The moment I smelled her, Cleo looked alarmed.

"Pervert! Are you a pervert, big brother?!"

"I can only smell something nice."

"Why does your body smell like Yuna?"

"Ah... maybe because I used Yuna’s shampoo too?"

"..."

If we traced it back, it wasn’t that long ago... no, just a week.

After Cleo’s sudden magic had left me battered, Yuna had felt sorry for me and shared her toiletries. All kinds of bath products.

"You can use mine from now on too."

"No. I’m going to buy my own clothes and go shopping. Men use all-in-one products. Why do you need so many different things?"

"Isn’t that normal? What’s an all-in-one?"

There really is a world men and women simply cannot understand about each other.

I gave Cleo’s butt a light pat.

"Cleo, go wash up and come eat with us."

Her cheeks flushed red.

"Heh... I know."

Our adorable, lovely little sister.

You don’t need to know about things like "pussy play." I’ll protect you from all of that.

"Yuna, what’s on the menu today?"

"Spicy pepper japchae and bulgogi! Oh, and I’m making egg rolls right now."

"You’re amazing, Yuna."

I walked up behind Yuna, who was wearing an apron, and snuggled against her back.

"Uhm... Ren... I’m cooking..."

While Cleo was in the shower, I gently rubbed my cock against Yuna’s ass.

I embraced her from behind and fondled her breasts as well.

For a moment Yuna stopped cooking, ladle still in hand, and simply stood still so I could hold her.

"Should I have done it this morning?"

"No... Love is stronger than lust. At least for now."

"Does it still grow even when love is strong? Your... you know..."

"Of course."

In reality there are plenty of times when both love and lust grow at the same time.

This time it was both.

Even after emptying myself inside Nami’s vagina, the moment I touched Yuna’s ass my cock hardened again, as if recognizing she was a completely different woman. Yuna looked back at me with a gentle smile.

"Today’s color is purple. Would you like to take a look?"

"Where..."

I lifted my sister’s skirt. Beautiful purple panties with an intricate pattern hugged her firm buttocks. Sheer pantyhose covered them further.

"Do you feel energized, big brother?"

"It comes naturally."

"Keep your spirits up today too. You’re the pillar of our family. If it ever gets too hard to bear, just tell me, alright?"

"..."

Yuna smiled tenderly, as if she would always be willing to take care of her brother’s sexual needs. I have to live diligently.

"But when is your mother coming back?"

"Well... maybe next week? I heard she’s in Romania right now."

"What’s she doing overseas?"

The moment I asked during breakfast, both Cleo and Yuna stopped eating and stared at me.

"Are you seriously asking because you don’t know?"

"The money from dungeons here isn’t enough to cover our living expenses and tuition."

"Is that so?"

Now that I thought about it, Aria had mentioned that only relatively low-ranked dungeons appeared here. In other words, Yuna and Cleo’s mother was a hunter.

’I thought she only existed as background setting.’

I had never seen her before. If I were still the original Ren, I might have asked more questions.

This meal, the sisters’ living expenses... I never thought they were free, but hearing that their mother was working alone overseas made me feel uneasy.

"Even if she comes back, she’ll probably leave the country again soon."

"It’s always been like that."

Yuna had supported me as the backbone of the household,

while Cleo had grown up as a lonely younger sister.

Maybe that family environment shaped them this way.

’Once I start earning real money, will Mom stay home more?’

Wouldn’t the sisters prefer having their mother around?

A sudden thought flashed through my mind.

’Could it be... Mom too?’

Hot and sexy, just like the younger sisters...

No, no. That doesn’t make sense.

With daughters as grown as Yuna and Cleo, it should be impossible for her to still look stunning.

Only someone like Selene could pull that off.

’But there was a real-life example, wasn’t there?!’

In erotic games, at least.

It’s a common trope that the mother is the fully realized version of her daughter. Actually,

it isn’t even limited to erotic games.

It’s a widely accepted idea in subcultures. I had always pictured my mother as a voluptuous woman with clear wrinkles.

Now I was convinced she must be gorgeous.

"Do you have any pictures with your mom?"

"Yeah. Want me to send one?"

...I saw it.

I wanted to call out to Mira and ask if this setup wasn’t going too far.

Was it really possible for a mother to look this identical in beauty to her own daughter?

’In this photo Yuna looks about sixteen.’

Her mother looked like she was still in her early twenties.

Platinum-blonde hair lighter than Cleo’s...

A bosom that rivaled Yuna’s...

A bright, radiant smile.

’...’

I was strangely captivated by the photograph.

Even though she wasn’t connected by blood in the story,

this woman was my mother.

"Big brother?"

"Big brother needs to work hard if we want Mom to live with us."

Cleo snickered.

"Sorry, dear brother, but I don’t expect much from D-class income. It would be lucky if you just didn’t forget."

"Cleo! That’s why big brother was going without food!"

No, I didn’t starve.

It still seemed to shock Yuna that I had once borrowed money from a friend just to eat.

"Big brother, don’t worry about it, okay? If you need money, I... "

"It’s fine. I have money."

"Really? You mustn’t starve, big brother."

...Sigh.

Even when I tried to look reliable, I was still just an older brother who made his younger sisters worry.

Changing that image would take time.