Chapter 123: Chapter 123 – A Siscon’s Weakness

Before the door could fully open, I moved swiftly, slipping out the window. But not before leaning close to Sonya’s ear to whisper, “Call me.”

The bedroom door swung open to reveal Maximus, his expression one of mild suspicion. Sonya hurriedly shoved the pink vibrator under her pillow, trying to steady her ragged breathing.

“Sonya, why did it take so long to answer?” Maximus asked, his eyes sweeping the room. He immediately caught a whiff of something—a strange scent… His gaze then landed on a damp spot visible on the bedsheet beneath the comforter.

Sonya, still sitting on the bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around her, was flushed bright red.

“I… I just finished showering,” she answered, her voice trembling slightly.

Maximus narrowed his eyes. His knowledge about such things might be limited, but as a grown man, he could guess what his sister had just been doing. His mind immediately conjured an image of his sister pleasuring herself on this very bed, and uncontrollably, his dick throbbed and hardened. He felt both embarrassed and aroused by the thought.

Seeing the strange expression on her brother’s face, Sonya instantly flared up.

“GET OUT!” she snapped, her voice much firmer now. “I told you I just finished showering and was getting dressed!”

Maximus flinched and hastily retreated from the room.

“Sorry! I… I just wanted to invite you to dinner,” he said, sounding somewhat flustered before closing the door.

Meanwhile, outside, I was consumed by a torturous heat spreading through my entire body. The lust I’d held back since seeing Sonya masturbate now exploded into an unbearable desire. My cock was already hard and throbbing, demanding release.

I desperately wanted to jump back inside, fuck Sonya, do it roughly and fast, and maybe even let Maximus watch us. I was curious what kind of expression that man would show seeing his own sister being raped by a loser like me.

But I had to restrain myself. I had to be patient. My relationship with Sonya needed to be built slowly, especially considering Maximus’s fetish, which [Eye of Desire] had revealed to me.

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NAME: Maximus Treybern

AGE:21

CLASS:Fighter

RANK:A

DOMINANCE:1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL:9%

VIRGINITY:Yes

WEAK POINTS:Penis

FETISH:Sadistic and Siscon

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A siscon obsessed with his own sister. That was a card I could play beautifully to break him. But for now, I had to deal with my own burning need.

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I opened the door to my room with a weary motion, after a day full of tension and turbulent emotions at the academy. But all that fatigue seemed to evaporate the moment my eyes caught the scene laid out inside.

Gwenneth was completely naked, kneeling in the middle of the room’s carpet in a deliberately arranged posture. Around her slender neck hung a black leather dog collar with a silver plaque engraved “GWEN”, connected to a long leash lying on the floor, waiting to be held.

Her golden hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, and her golden eyes—once filled with pride and arrogance—now looked at me with a mix of deep fear and… something else. Something that made her cheeks flush and her breath catch slightly.

The moment her golden eyes met mine, the expression on her usually haughty and pride-filled face transformed into a complex mixture of fear, deep shame, and an arousal she couldn’t hide. Her cheeks were flushed, and her tense body seemed to be waiting for a command.

Then, Gwenneth turned her back to me. She crawled on the floor, her round, plump butt lifted high, revealing every mesmerizing detail of her body. Her trembling hand reached back, spreading the lips of her already glistening, wet vagina, exposing the throbbing pink hole waiting for me.

“Welcome… welcome home, Master,” she uttered in a hoarse voice, full of profound shame yet also undeniable obedience. “Your pet… has prepared herself for you. Has cleaned herself, has… has prepared this hole for your use.”

She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling nervously. “Your pet begs… begs you to use this body however you please. This pet… is no longer worthy of being treated as a human. This pet only deserves to be… to be your hole.”

Every word from her mouth was like music to my ears. Delilah had truly done an exceptional job. The woman who was once so arrogant, who humiliated and tortured me, was now crawling before me like a pet dog awaiting its master.

“Good,” I murmured, quickly undoing my pants. “Excellent, Gwen. It seems Mom has taught you well.”

As my pants opened, my stiff, hard cock sprang free, nodding with clear intent. Gwenneth swallowed, her eyes widening at its size.

I walked closer, and from behind her, I could clearly see how ready she truly was. Her pink vaginal lips were spread wide, glistening with her own abundant wetness. It looked like she’d been playing with herself before my arrival, preparing this hole to be fucked immediately.

“What a diligent pet,” I praised, grabbing her hips.

I then pressed the tip of my cock against her wet vaginal opening. Gwenneth let out a long sigh, a mix of pain and relief as I began to push. And thanks to her thorough preparation, my large cock slid in easily, plunging straight into her deep womb.

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 81 (+1)]

“See,” I taunted as I started to move, each thrust slapping against her plump buttocks with a satisfying wet sound. “You’re already so wet. Your juices are lubricating my cock perfectly.”

I moved roughly, riding her like a horse, her large buttocks colliding with my thighs with every deep plunge. Her ample breasts swung wildly to the rhythm of my movements, forming mesmerizing waves. I was thoroughly enjoying her warm, tight vagina—every fold gripped my cock perfectly, as if unwilling to let it go.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Gwenneth let out broken moans, her hands now clutching the carpet tightly. “M-Master… your pet… your pet is going to…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence as her first orgasm washed over her. Her body shook violently, her vagina clenching tightly around my cock, squeezing it powerfully.

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 83 (+2)]

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 85 (+2)]

I ignored the continuously appearing notifications, my focus entirely on the incredible sensation. Then, my hand grabbed the leash attached to the collar around her neck. With a firm tug, I pulled it, making Gwenneth choke momentarily.

“AAAKH!” she groaned, her pussy tightening even more, gripping my cock tightly.

Her large breasts swayed wildly with increasingly uncontrolled movements as I kept pounding into her. There was no gentleness, no pity, only raw strength and absolute domination.

“How does it feel, pet?” I asked roughly, continuing to ram my cock into her womb.

“M-Master… please… be gentler…” she whimpered, yet her body pushed back, seeking more.

“Gentler?” I chuckled, speeding up my pace. “You’ve already come twice since I entered, and you ask for gentler? You slut. You love this, don’t you? Love being treated like this?”

“No… please… be gentle…”

I kept hammering into her, treating her body like a perfect sex toy. The leash around her neck controlled the position of her head, my hand squeezed her buttocks, red from slaps I hadn’t even realized I’d delivered earlier, and my cock relentlessly assaulted her womb.

As I felt my peak approaching, I pulled my cock out completely, making Gwenneth moan at the loss, then with one final thrust, I plunged back in deep and released everything I had into her womb.

“AAAAHHHH, MASTER!!!” Gwenneth screamed, her body shaking violently as my warm seed filled her.

I remained buried inside for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of her pulsating vagina milking the last drops from me. Only then did I pull out, watching my thick white fluid begin to drip from her still-gaping hole.

I patted her butt. “Good pet. You’re learning fast.”

Gwenneth could only nod weakly.

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While I was still basking in the aftermath with Gwenneth, the world outside moved on. Charlotte Haverty had arrived at the front door of the house.

Delilah, still wearing a simple apron over a modest yet figure-flattering house dress, opened the door with a smile.

“Charlotte! I’m so glad you’re here!” she greeted, hugging her old friend tightly.

But to Charlotte, who had known Delilah for decades, there was something different in that hug and in Delilah’s entire demeanor.

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