Chapter 43: Chapter 43 – Forced to Watch

“WHAT are you planning to do?!” Delilah snapped, her voice cracking with a mix of fury and panic. Almost instantly, a golden light radiated from her body as her formidable magical aura surged, trying to fight back against the collar’s power.

My heart hammered in my chest. I quickly issued a command through the [Slave’s Collar]. “Don’t move! Stop using your power! Stay right where you are and do nothing!”

Immediately, the glow around Delilah faded. She stood there, restrained, her face a mask of confusion and helpless rage.

“You… you damned monster…” she hissed, her voice dripping with pure hatred.

I let out a satisfied chuckle, seeing her so powerless. “Quiet. Now just watch. Learn what happens to you later if you disobey.”

Watching this unfold, Angeline’s face turned pale with horror and disbelief. Her mother—the revered and feared SSS-Rank Hunter—was being controlled completely, like a puppet.

“Since when have you had this kind of power, Brother?” she asked, her voice trembling.

I looked at her with a faint smile. “Would you believe me if I said I’ve always had it?”

Angeline fell silent, a deeper fear gripping her. The reality of her mighty mother being utterly helpless plunged her into complete despair. She realized she had never truly known her stepbrother.

“Now, begin,” I urged.

Hesitantly, Angeline climbed down from the bed. Her naked body seemed even more vulnerable under the harsh light. Burning with shame under her mother’s direct gaze, she knelt before me. Her small, trembling hands fumbled with my pants button until my erect cock sprang free before her.

Delilah’s eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping her trembling lips. She tried to turn her face away, but my command forced her to keep watching.

’I have to do this… For Mother,’ Angeline thought, trying to justify her actions. With tear-filled eyes, she tried to ignore her mother’s stare. She began to lick and tentatively suck on my balls, while her soft hands clumsily stroked my shaft.

“Aah… good,” I groaned in pleasure. “You’re getting better with your mouth. All our practice hasn’t been wasted.”

I watched Delilah as I ran my fingers through Angeline’s golden hair. “See, Mom? See how good my little sister is.”

Angeline then moved her attention to my length. She kissed the tip before finally taking my dick into her warm, tight mouth. It felt incredible.

Fuck.

Perhaps because her mother was watching, Angeline seemed to be trying harder. She sucked vigorously, moving her head back and forth until the tip hit her deep throat, desperately trying to satisfy me in the hope it would end sooner.

“You little slut… you’re a natural,” I murmured, pushing her head down further. Angeline tried to take my entire length, until I was nestled deep in her throat. I could feel the muscles of her throat constricting around my shaft.

When I felt myself nearing the edge, I gripped her hair tightly.

“Get ready, sis,” I growled, before I started thrusting my hips roughly, fucking her mouth forcefully. Each thrust made my balls slap hard against her chin. Drool streamed from the stretched corners of her mouth, her eyes watering from being choked.

Finally, with a long groan, I reached my peak. My cum shot deep into her mouth, filling every corner.

When I was done, I pulled my throbbing cock from her lips. Angeline immediately coughed violently, gasping for air. White fluid dripped from her swollen lips.

“Open your mouth. Swallow it all,” I commanded coldly.

Obediently, though swallowed with a look of disgust, Angeline swallowed the remaining semen. She then looked at me, waiting for her next order.

“Th… thank you,” she whispered hoarsely, following the rules of my.

“You really are a good little sister,” I praised, stroking her head. Then I leaned down and whispered into her reddened ear, “Now, give me your virginity. Be a good little whore for your brother.”

Angeline froze at my final request. Her eyes widened, filled with terror and refusal. I glanced at Delilah. Her gaze was like a dagger trying to stab me; if looks could kill, I’d be dead a hundred times over.

A challenge rose within me. I wanted to see how long my stepmother could maintain that defiant expression on her beautiful face.

“You’re actually turned on right now, aren’t you?” I said to Angeline, my voice flat yet confident. “Don’t lie. Can’t you see? You’re already soaking wet.”

Before she could deny it, my hand was between her thighs. I stroked her slit with two fingers, feeling the dampness that had seeped through. Then, deliberately, I raised my now-wet fingers in front of her face, showing their slick gleam under the light.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 76 (+1)]

[Domination over Angeline increased to 82%]

Angeline felt a scorching wave of shame. She couldn’t deny the physical evidence.

Another notification appeared, and this time I paid attention. I was slightly surprised to see my domination over her had already reached 82%. Maybe this was why she wasn’t physically resisting and remained obedient, even as her soul rebelled. I wondered what would happen if that number reached 100%.

“See?” I said, slowly and sensually licking the fluid from my fingers, not missing a second of the disgust and shame on her face. “You’re aroused. Admit it, Angel!”

Angeline remained silent, wrapped in her own humiliation.

I then changed tactics. My voice became softer, almost deceptive. “Relax. I’m not going to take your virginity.”

Angeline lifted her head, deep confusion in her eyes. My words now completely contradicted my earlier command.

I explained in the same gentle tone, “What I meant was, you will be the one to give me your virginity.”

“Gi… give it?” she murmured, not understanding.

“In other words,” I clarified, “I’ll just lie here. And you will be the one to move, to guide my cock into your pussy, and you will be the one riding me.”

Angeline’s face grew even paler, her fear intensifying. Seeing this, I continued with a slightly threatening yet falsely compassionate tone, “You know my power, right? If I wanted, I could make you move and talk exactly as I wish. But I’m not doing that. Because I care about your feelings.”

In her heart, Angeline was surely cursing me in despair. Right then, I heard the sharp, nearly shattering sound of teeth grinding from Delilah’s direction.

My eyes met my stepmother’s, and I saw the veins on her temples and neck bulging, throbbing with suppressed fury. I swallowed, slightly intimidated by the intensity of her hatred.

Quickly, I turned the pressure back on Angeline. “If you refuse, then I will rape your mother right in front of you, and then it will be your turn.”

“No! Please don’t!” Angeline cried out in panic.

To reinforce my threat, I immediately gave Delilah a command. “Mom, start taking off your clothes.”

And obediently, Delilah began to undress. Angeline’s eyes bulged, watching her mother being forced to strip.

“I beg you, Brother! I’ll do it! Anything! Just… don’t hurt Mom!” Angeline sobbed, kneeling and clutching my legs tightly.

Seeing her like that, a profound satisfaction washed over me. I’d dreamed for so long of my arrogant little stepsister kneeling and begging at my feet. I ignored her for a moment, my eyes fixed on the scene before me.

Delilah, with stiff movements, removed her casual clothes—a lavender silk blouse and white linen trousers. Her nude body was slowly, fully revealed to me. And I could only marvel inwardly.

My God… my stepmother truly deserved the title of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her skin was pristine white like porcelain, a stark contrast to her flowing golden hair and her golden eyes that blazed with pure hatred.

Her breasts were enormous, full and shapely, with stiff pink nipples and perfectly formed areolas. Her waist was slender, creating a dramatic curve down to her perfectly rounded hips and a plump, ample rear with full thighs.

My body reacted intensely, especially when my gaze fell upon her vagina, a pale pink with its pubic hair completely shaved.

My heart raced.

Combined with the expression on her face—not of shame, but of searing hatred—it created an almost unbearable urge to completely dominate her right then.

“Alright! I’ll do it! I promise I’ll serve you well, just… just don’t touch Mom!” Angeline suddenly cried out, breaking my concentration. Her voice was filled with a determination born of desperation.

Hearing this, I turned to her. “Oh? Are you sure?”

She nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes. I’m sure.”

I smiled, utterly pleased. Then, to cement my victory and crush her spirit a little deeper, I turned back to Delilah. “Mom, squat down with your legs spread wide. Let me see your pussy, and put both hands behind your head.”

Unable to resist, Delilah obeyed. She squatted, spreading her thighs, exposing her entire intimate area to me. The expression on her face remained unchanged—cold and full of loathing.

Seeing what I was doing to her mother, Angeline let out a small whimper and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before saying in a ragged voice, “I… I’ll serve you well, I promise.”

I finally nodded, satisfied.

“Good.”

Now, I lay back on the bed. Angeline, her body still trembling, positioned herself over my thighs, ready to fulfill my command. Meanwhile, Delilah was near the head of the bed, forced to watch every single detail without being able to do a thing.

This was going to be deeply, deeply satisfying.

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