Chapter 20 Making Sissy A Slut

The thought of having my finger inside her asshole made her pussy clench tighter. I caught the reaction in her eyes immediately and smiled before turning back to the TV and switching it on.

Meanwhile, Ivy’s mind was in turmoil.

What was that? Why had I even thought about it in the first place?

No, that wasn’t the right question. The real question was why the thought had appealed to her at all.

She had never imagined herself enjoying anal stimulation. If anything, she had always ridiculed women who engaged in it. Yet, the mere thought of her own brother doing it was enough to stir something within her.

Stop.

Ivy shook her head, trying to push the thought aside, but it refused to go away.

I had tuned in to a news channel, where a presenter was discussing the nation’s GDP. However, before I could catch a single word of the report, Ivy spoke again.

"I’m still waiting for an answer."

I didn’t turn to look at her.

Instead, I quietly created a new project in my thoughts, allowing my lustful imagination to take over while keeping my expression as docile as possible.

Within the creation site, her naked body remained visible to me.

She looked just as alluring as she had the first time, but something about this new creation was different.

Her nipples were already beginning to harden, and I could see her pussy growing noticeably wetter.

Now, that was exciting.

Within the creation site, I pushed three fingers into her tight asshole and two more into her pussy, then transferred the sensation to her.

I felt her body shiver as the sensation entered her mind. It wasn’t entirely pleasurable, but it stirred a strange longing within her, a desire to bring her newfound thoughts to life that she couldn’t quite understand.

A moment later, I turned toward her and muttered, "Well... I fondled you because I wanted to." The corner of my mouth twitched as I continued, "Actually, if you can honestly say you didn’t like it, I’ll apologize right now."

I turned away, but she wasn’t finished.

"Whether I enjoyed it doesn’t matter... The two of us doing something like that..." She hesitated, her cheeks already beginning to redden. "It’s not right."

I turned back to look at her, noticing the outline of her hardened nipples beneath her clothes.

Ivy held my gaze for a moment before lowering her head, seemingly struggling to make sense of her own feelings.

She wanted to insist that what I’d done was wrong. She knew she should have said so, yet the conflicting thoughts filling her mind were maddening.

She couldn’t shake the image of her own blood fingering her asshole, nor the lingering sensation of having both her asshole and pussy filled at the same time.

The perverse pheromones continued to influence her senses, making it increasingly difficult for her to reconcile what she believed was right with what she was beginning to desire.

No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t bring herself to feel the way she thought she should.

"Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it," I muttered firmly.

Her eyes widened, surprise flickering across her face before another expression crept in.

Delight.

"Besides," I continued, "I did it because I wanted to, and you liked it. So why should we pretend it’s wrong when we both enjoyed it?"

She remained silent, her cheeks growing progressively redder as the thought lingered in her mind: the sensation of having both her asshole and pussy filled by her brother, like a slut.

The thought alone was enough to make her even wetter.

I glanced back at the TV. The news channel was still on, though I hadn’t paid enough attention to understand what the presenter was saying.

Just then, my stomach grumbled. Hmm. Perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea to get a snack while my sister fantasized about me fingering her asshole.

I rose from my seat, noticing Ivy shift slightly. She remained standing, but her hands had crossed over her thighs, as though the gesture could somehow conceal her growing discomfort.

My eyes caught sight of something else beside her status display:

[Delete Thoughts.]

Another option sat beneath it,

[Sensual thought Loop in progress]

I studied them for a moment.

Thought loop? That’s new.

Not only could I transfer thoughts to someone else, but I could also make those thoughts persist and repeat in their mind.

That meant Ivy was still experiencing the sensations I’d created, even though I wasn’t physically touching her.

Perhaps adding a third thought would make the taboo effect even stronger.

The thought crossed my mind, but I hesitated. I still wasn’t sure whether the pervert’s pheromones were entirely responsible for her inability to see the situation as wrong.

I eventually set the question aside and headed for the kitchen.

Ivy’s eyes followed me, though she couldn’t quite understand why.

My answer hadn’t given her much reassurance, yet something about it seemed to have affected her.

The thoughts I’d planted continued to occupy her mind, leaving her increasingly flustered as she struggled to keep her composure. With each heavy twitch of her pussy, a thick flow of her love juices trailed down, while her asshole had already begun to gape.

Meanwhile, I opened the fridge and glanced at its contents. There was some orange juice, a carton of milk, a few eggs, and a container of leftover fried rice.

After a moment’s consideration, I settled on a box of cereal. I poured some into a bowl, grabbed the orange juice, and closed the fridge.

When I returned to the living room, Ivy was still standing in the same spot, but I could see a faint trace of her love juices trailing down her supple, fleshy thigh.

However, her expression had changed. Her cheeks were noticeably redder, and the embarrassment written across her face was impossible to miss.

I studied her for a moment, an idea beginning to taken her thighs.

I smiled as I took a bite of my ceral. How about we take this fun moment to another level?

Besides, I still had 180 days before the S-rank dungeon appeared. Perhaps it was time to find out just how far I could go and start building something of my own.

By then, I’d finished preparing my snack. With a bowl of cereal in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other, I strolled over to Ivy.

"Is something wrong, Ivy?" I asked as innocently as I could. "You’re just standing there, doing nothing."

She looked at me, barely able to form a reply. Her mind was consumed by the thoughts I had planted, replaying the sensations of Milo’s fingers spreading and filling her asshole and pussy. Though nothing was actually happening, the thoughts felt so vivid that she could almost feel every sensation.

Fuck, why does it have to be Milo? And why does it feel so much better when he does it?

As those thoughts continued to plague her, I strolled over with a faint smile.

"Dear Ivy, you look like you’re in quite a predicament," I murmured.

I set my plate and glass aside before stepping closer. Gently, I brushed my hand against her cheek, holding her gaze as she stared back at me.

Vanessa didn’t seem to be anywhere nearby. Satisfied that we were alone, I leaned closer.

"Let me help you out, Ivy."

"H-Help me?" Her voice faltered.

I nodded.

"Yes. You see, I have a secret I want to share with you."

My hand trailed lower along her chest as I looked into her eyes.

"I’ve awakened, Ivy."

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