Chapter 22 “It’s So Big Step-bro” Everybody Loves That Line

Ivy’s buttocks felt increasingly soft beneath my hands as I gave them a few more firm squeezes. Her eyes remained glued to mine, her mouth slightly agape as she struggled to find the right words.

It wasn’t her fault. She simply couldn’t figure out what to say. She knew what was happening was wrong, but admitting it aloud was an entirely different matter.

Finally, she muttered, "Your talent. What does your talent have to do with this? How does your talent help me?"

I kept my expression as innocent as possible while continuing to squeeze her buttocks. The tighter my grip became, the tighter her hold on my shirt grew. She pressed herself closer to me, the softness of her breasts brushing against my body.

Meanwhile, I continued making the thoughts of stuffing her asshole with my fingers recur in her mind.

"You seem a bit dazed. I just figured your mana was a tad bit depleted."

"Depleted?" she repeated before stopping herself.

She couldn’t exactly tell me that she had come so many times simply from imagining her own brother fucking her mouth while her asshole got finger-fucked. Three separate thoughts had been playing out in her mind simultaneously. She had never experienced anything like it before, yet somehow, the sensations had felt so good.

But if it was just a thought, why had she come so much?

Even now, the lingering sensations remained pleasurable. Perhaps it was because she had never touched herself or been touched by anyone before. Maybe that was why the unreal sensations had brought her to climax so quickly.

Maybe he’s right, she thought, glancing at my innocent face. He doesn’t look like he’s lying. Maybe it’s my mana that’s making me feel so weak and so attracted to him.

It didn’t make logical sense to her, but that was all she could think of at that moment.

"Okay, then," she finally said. "Just help me out. I just want to feel normal again."

Her words made me smirk again.

She was so desperate to stop me from having pervy thoughts about her that I felt like I could get her to do almost anything at that moment. Ask her to beg for my cock, perhaps? Or come up with something else entirely?

No, I needed to save those ideas for later.

I continued squeezing her ample buttocks as I considered my options, keeping my gaze fixed on her. With each squeeze I could feel her breathing getting heavier, so I pushed myself closer, feeling her hardened perky breasts against my chest.

"Well, if you want to, there’s a plus side, too. It might also improve your technique."

"Improve my technique?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "... but there’s a condition. For me to help you with your mana drainage, we need to establish a contract between us."

"A contract? How do we establish that?"

"Easy. You just need to do anything I tell you," I explained.

"So, what do you want, then?"

My smirk widened as I held her gaze and finally muttered, "How about you give me a titty job?"

She stared at me as though she expected me to change my mind if she kept looking long enough.

No, surely I didn’t hear him right.

Did he just say titty job?

The thought sent a sudden sensation through her pussy, and her legs trembled as the familiar pleasure crept over her again.

She imagined my dick growing inside her mouth, and the thought of that fantasy now becoming a reality only made it harder for her to collect herself.

I leaned closer, bringing my mouth near her ear while keeping my hands against her cheeks.

"Is there a problem, Ivy?" I whispered.

Her hands pressed firmly against my chest as she struggled to catch her breath. The thoughts continued to recur in her mind, leaving her increasingly breathless.

Yet another question crept into her thoughts.

Is his cock really as big as it was in my fantasies?

She glanced up at me, our eyes meeting once more, unable to stop herself from wondering.

"Isn’t there anything else?" she muttered.

"I don’t want to repeat myself," I replied. "Don’t you want a power-up? Then you have to give me a tit job."

She stared at me for a moment before slowly straightening up and meeting my gaze, gathering what little strength she had left. Her legs were still trembling.

"No. That’s..." She paused, her cheeks turning even redder. "You must be joking."

She turned away, blushing furiously. Despite her embarrassment, she seemed unable to shake the strange craving that had taken hold of her. She wanted something from me, yet she didn’t know how to acknowledge it, much less bring herself to ask.

Her reaction surprised me, but I kept my expression as calm as possible.

"Um, all right. I suppose that’s understandable."

Still struggling to keep herself in check, I decided to create another thought. I opened the thought-creation option, only for a system notification to appear.

Error: You cannot create more than three thoughts for a single person.

Fuck. I’d already reached my limit.

There went another piece of bad news from the system, right when I wanted to maximize this bitch’s pleasure.

Wait.

As I watched her, an idea suddenly occurred to me.

Activate Touch of Lust.

A notification immediately appeared.

Touch of Lust is now active.

The effect was almost instantaneous. The pleasure Ivy experienced from the thoughts I’d planted in her mind intensified, making the fantasies feel even more overwhelming.

Her entire body trembled before she collapsed, her breathing growing heavier.

What the hell?

I stared at her, momentarily stunned by what I was witnessing.

Are you serious right now?

I could actually use Touch of Lust through the thoughts I planted in a woman’s mind.

A smile spread across my face as I realized just how useful that discovery could be. I coughed, trying to contain my excitement.

Meanwhile, Ivy struggled to cope with the intensifying sensations. The fantasies continued to blur the line between imagination and reality, leaving her increasingly overwhelmed. A few more drops spilled out as her other leg gave way, and she slowly raised a hand toward her mouth.

For a few seconds, she seemed to slip between fantasy and reality, unable to tell where one ended and the other began. The experience was exhilarating, but it was also becoming too much for her to handle.

Fuck. This is too much.

She could already feel another climax approaching.

The portal behind her remained open. She had barely managed to pretend it wasn’t there, but if she lost control again, there was no way Milo wouldn’t notice something was wrong.

No. I need to save as much face as I can.

Was this really what happened when her mana decreased?

Another wave of pleasure interrupted her thoughts before she could find an answer.

Fuck. I don’t have time for this.

She turned toward me, her cheeks burning red. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she struggled to compose herself before finally muttering, "Will I really feel better if I give you a tit job?"

I kept my hands straight as I spoke to her. "I guarantee it. It’s my talent, remember?"

She stared at me for a few moments before sighing and taking a step back. However, she couldn’t manage to walk properly, forcing her to get down on all fours and crawl toward me instead.

I could see her fat ass jiggling with every movement as she crawled closer.

I slowly backed away until I reached the couch and sat down. She obediently followed, her cheeks growing hotter by the second. The position she’d assumed was exactly like the one in the thoughts I’d planted in her mind, where her asshole was being finger-fucked.

Her asshole clenched repeatedly, just like her pussy, which continued dripping with her juices. Her breathing grew heavier as she struggled with the overwhelming sensations until she finally reached me.

Without another word, she moved her hands toward me and looked up.

"Let’s do this quickly before mum comes down."

I didn’t reply. I simply watched her, already feeling my cock bulging against my pants.

She reached for my belt first, struggling with the buckle because her hands were still trembling. When she finally unfastened it, my cock sprang free, and her eyes widened.

"Oh my," she muttered, staring at my erection. "It’s so big bro..."

It was far bigger than she’d imagined in her thoughts. Her eyes traveled along the full length of the nine-inch beast, taking in its girth- something she had never encountered in any of the pornography she’d watched.

Eventually, she lifted her gaze to meet mine.

"Your words please me, dear sister," I said with a confident grin. "Now put it between your tits."