Chapter 25: Chapter 25 – The Real Revenge

After the wave of intense pleasure subsided, I let my still-hard cock remain buried in the warmth and tightness of Angeline’s throat for a moment. The sensation was piercingly intoxicating.

Meanwhile, my mouth continued to wildly lick and suck at her wet slit, while my fingers explored and stretched her tight backdoor. Three fingers were already inside; I figured that was her limit for today.

Suddenly, the body beneath me shuddered violently. I felt wild contractions from the vagina I was tasting, followed by a long tremor that ran through Angeline’s entire body. She had reached her peak again.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal reaches 100]

[You have successfully made Angeline Climax]

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 34]

I welcomed her orgasm by sucking deeper on the fluids flooding from within her. The taste was salty and sharp—a flavor that shouldn’t be pleasant, but in this state, it felt like intoxicating honey. I swallowed it greedily, savoring every drop.

As the lust began to recede, my gaze fell on the numbers steadily counting down in the corner of my eye: [02:38…]. Huh, time was almost up.

Reluctantly, I got up. My dick slowly slid out of Angeline’s wide-open mouth, leaving a trail of white semen coating her tongue and throat. The sight was incredibly sexy. Only now did I understand the appeal of marking one’s partner with their own fluids.

Wanting to make it more permanent, I grabbed a marker from the desk. Meticulously, I wrote lewd words and obscene drawings on her groin and her small chest, which was still rising and falling slowly. A reminder of what had just happened to her.

Satisfied with my work, I picked up my phone. As I suspected, even though it turned on, the camera function and almost all other apps remained useless. This frozen world had its own rules.

I took a few steps back from the bed, gazing at Angeline’s motionless form, frozen in a deeply shameful state. I waited.

[00.00]

And the moment the countdown hit zero, the world seemed to take a long breath before starting to beat again. In my heart, a resolve hardened: The real revenge had just begun.

Angeline awoke with a violent shudder. Her chest rose and fell irregularly as she tried to sit up, before choking on the thick fluid filling her mouth and throat. A strong, wracking cough shook her, her fists clenching the sheets while her vision swam.

“Bleh… Aah… Hah… Wha… what is this?” she rasped, her tongue registering the unfamiliar, nauseating taste. Her body felt feverish, her brain like cotton, unable to piece together any memory of how she ended up in my bed in this state.

Then her eyes found me. Standing upright at the foot of the bed, pantsless, my still-powerful and wet cock standing arrogantly before her.

“YOU—!” she shrieked, her voice nearly cracking. “Y-You shameless animal! You bastard! What did you do to me?!”

Suddenly, awareness swept over her own body. Naked. And there, below her flat navel, were words and obscene drawings in black marker: “my fallen angel”, “sperm storage”, with an arrow pointing directly to her most intimate part.

Her face burned crimson, from her cheeks to her ears. Blood rushed, a crushing shame coursing through her like an electric shock. With trembling movements, she tried to cover her small breasts with her hands, while her legs clamped tightly together.

“Wh-what did you do to me?! You… You raped me? You’re sick! You devil! Cover yourself up, you pervert!” she stammered, her eyes avoiding my calm gaze but unable to fully escape the sight of my still-erect penis. Her wild, innocent reaction only made me smile.

How adorable.

Seeing me just stand there and smile, her anger exploded. Shame turned to violence. With a furious cry, she lunged at me from the bed, her fist clenched, ready to smash into my face.

But before her touch could land, I calmly activated my [Mind Control] skill and said, “Be still. Don’t move.”

Like magic, her body stiffened instantly. Her feet planted on the floor, her arm suspended in mid-air, her eyes wide with disbelief. She tried to struggle, to scream, but no sound came out, no muscle would obey her. Only short, hissed breaths escaped her nose.

Her skin broke out in goosebumps. Fear and confusion flooded her eyes, which were beginning to well up.

I stepped closer, my fingers casually pinching one of her erect nipples.

“Just had multiple orgasms, and you’re already daring to fight back?” I taunted slowly, twisting her reddened nipple. “Your body is more honest than you are, Angel.”

Angeline could only bite her lip hard. Tears finally fell, but her body remained motionless.

My hand then traveled down, gently stroking her wet pussy. She shuddered violently. In the corner of my eye, a notification appeared:

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 35 (+1)].

[Domination over Angeline increased to 2%]

I raised my hand, now wet with her own fluids, holding it right in front of her wide, staring eyes.

“See? How wet you are. Even in a situation like this, you can get aroused?” I mocked again, my voice low and full of contempt. “You little slut? Is your hole already missing me?”

Angeline squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look directly at the proof of her body’s pleasure. A profound shame made her wish she could disappear. But her forcibly controlled body gave her no choice. She had to stand there, naked, humiliated, and realize she could do nothing against me.

I let out a slow breath, savoring the fear radiating from her tear-filled eyes.

“Alright,” I said, “You may speak now, but keep your voice low.”

The moment my command was lifted, a weak, desperate moan escaped Angeline’s lips, followed by stammered words. “Y-You… you’re insane! I’m your sister! How could you… how could you do this to me?” Her voice was hoarse, filled with pain and betrayal.

I leaned close to her red ear, my warm breath washing over her sensitive skin.

“Precisely because of that,” I whispered hoarsely and seductively, “It only makes me more excited.”

Simultaneously with those words, I thrust my middle finger, still slick with her fluids, deep inside her wet slit without warning.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 37 (+2)]

[Domination over Angeline increased to 3%]

“Ah—!!” A short, high, unbidden gasp jumped from Angeline’s mouth. Her rigid body trembled violently, fighting against the [Mind Control] command to arch her back.

“Your moan are so cute,” I praised in a low voice, slowly rotating my finger inside her. “Your body is far more honest than your lying mouth.”

“You… you’re sick!” she cried, her voice trembling between anger and deep-seated fear.

Hearing that, I let out a hoarse chuckle.

“Sick?” I repeated, while quickly pinching her small, sensitive clit between my index finger and thumb.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 38 (+1)]

“Hyah—!!” Angeline jolted violently, a long, deep moan forced from her throat. Her eyes widened, unbelieving of the electrifying sensation sweeping through her body once more.

“I am sick,” I said, my voice suddenly turning cold and sharp as a blade. “After EVERYTHING you all did to me! How could I possibly be okay?!” I hissed the words right into her face, each syllable laden with years of pent-up bitterness.

With a rough motion, I pulled my finger out of her warmth. Then, with an unyielding, challenging gaze, I stuck out my tongue and licked clean every drop of her fluid still clinging to my finger.

Angeline shivered at the sight. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The defiance in her eyes slowly died, replaced by agonizing despair. She realized her anger and contempt were useless here.

Gritting her teeth, she had to pretend to apologize to get out of this situation, even though she didn’t want to.

“L-Look…” she sobbed, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Brother! I know I was wrong! I… We treated you badly! We ignored you, we insulted you, we treated you like trash! It was our fault! My fault! I admit it! But please… stop this! I’m your sister! Even if just by law! Please… don’t do this anymore!”

Her crying intensified, her still-locked body shaking violently. “I promise! I promise I’ll change! I’ll treat you well! I’ll make Mother treat you well too! Just… whatever you want! Just… don’t… don’t do this… don’t treat me like this.” She sobbed brokenly, her voice full of desperation.

The sight of a beautiful, naked girl crying and begging with all her soul would melt any man’s heart. But my heart had frozen to stone. Seeing her cry only fueled my excitement further.

“It’s too late for regrets,” I stated flatly, my voice like cracking ice.

Then, I took a step back. Calmly, I took my phone from my pocket. The screen lit up, and this time, the camera function opened smoothly. I raised it, aiming the lens directly at Angeline, still frozen in place—naked, body covered in lewd writings, face wet with tears, eyes full of devastation.

Click!

The sound of the camera shutter echoed in the silent room, forever preserving this shameful, humiliating moment.

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