NOVEL NEXT Chapter 151: Demonstration - II (R18)
Just when Lirael thought she could finally collapse in Ethan's arms and rest, her drowsy gaze caught movement in the corner of the room.
Her blood ran cold.
Sylvie was sitting upright on the spare mattress, eyes wide, face burning scarlet.
"Ahhh—!! No! Sylvie!" Lirael shrieked, clutching at the sheets in panic. "D-don't look!"
But Ethan only chuckled, shifting her body with deliberate ease. His hand slid under Lirael's thigh, lifting her leg high until it rested over his shoulder, spreading her wide open.
"Ohh… so little Sylvie's awake," Ethan said with a devilish grin. His voice dripped with mischief. "Hehe… did you see her, Sylvie? Your big sister looks like she's in heaven."
Sylvie fidgeted, her hands gripping the blanket over her chest. Her lips trembled, eyes darting everywhere except at the scene right before her. "…Y-yes, Master… I saw… she… she looked so happy…"
"Don't say it!! Don't loo—Ahhhhnnnn~!!" Lirael's protest cut into a strangled moan as Ethan shifted again, aligning his thick length against her slick folds.
"Ethan! Not in front of Sylvie!" she pleaded, face drenched in tears and sweat, half from shame, half from the overwhelming pleasure already built and building inside her.
But Ethan didn't listen. With a deep, unrelenting thrust, he drove himself back inside her, burying his entire length in one motion.
"Ahhhhhhhhhnnnnn~!!" Lirael's scream filled the room, her nails raking down Ethan's back.
"Watch closely, Sylvie," Ethan said, his hips rolling into her with deliberate force. "This… is how your big sister performs."
Sylvie couldn't move. Her wide eyes, despite her shame, were glued to them. Ethan's strong, sculpted body pressing down, Lirael's flushed face twisted between bliss and ecstasy, her chest bouncing with every thrust.
Lirael turned her head, sweat streaking down her cheeks. "S-Sylvie… anngg.. d-don't look… ahhhhnnnn~!! P-please… look away…"
But even as she begged, her moans betrayed her. Her body shook violently with each thrust, legs trembling around Ethan, her voice melting into wanton cries.
Sylvie's heart pounded in her chest. She hugged her knees, trying to hide her burning face, but her gaze wouldn't leave the sight before her. The sounds, the smell and the sheer intensity of her sister's bliss—it all pressed into her senses.
Her lips parted unconsciously, breathing shallow. She didn't understand the heat gathering low in her belly, the tingling sensation that pulsed with every moan Lirael let out.
"B-big sister… looks so… happy…" Sylvie whispered under her breath, her thighs pressing together.
Ethan groaned, gripping Lirael's hips tighter as he drove into her harder, making the bed shake. "See that, Sylvie? Every time I push in… your sister loses herself."
"Nnnghhh~!! Ahhhhnnnnn~!! E-Ethan… stop! N-not in front of her!!..angg...angg..s-stop..angg" Lirael sobbed, but her body still didn't obey her, climax crashing over her again. Her head arched back, her voice shattering into a cry of pure pleasure.
Sylvie's face was redder than ever, her body trembling as though the ecstasy her sister felt was somehow echoing inside her own. She pressed her palm against her belly, confused by the warmth pooling there and the wetness gathering between her thighs.
"M-my body...why… does my body feel… strange…i-is it master..." she whispered shakily, unable to look away.
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Lirael pressed her face into the pillow, desperate to hide from Sylvie's gaze, but muffling did nothing to quiet the sounds spilling from her. Each choked moan only made the scene more vivid; the pillow did not block the way her own body betrayed her, and if anything, being unable to see Sylvie made her voice climb higher and more helpless.
Sylvie sat frozen, eyes wide, cheeks flame-red. She had come awake to a world she didn't understand — to the sight and sound of her sister moaning in sheer pleasure, and her master, impossibly confident man who had made it happen. Her hand slipped, almost without her realizing, down beneath the blanket. The contact was accidental at first, then reflexive: a tentative rub, a startled intake of breath, and her hands started ro move on their own.
When Lirael finally rode out another wave, collapsing limp and blissful in Ethan's arms, he eased back. Ethan blinked and caught sight of Sylvie — watched the way her fingers trembled, the wet shine clinging to her skin.
"So?" he asked, voice teasing. "Sylvie — did you… see enough?"
Sylvie's hands flew from beneath the blanket as if burned. She tried to hide them, but the evidence glistened in the lamplight; she stammered, flustered, unable to form a sentence. "M-master… I—That's—" Her voice melted into embarrassed silence.
Ethan's laughed lightly, but the edge behind it was curious rather than predatory. He wasn't cruel. He was a man who liked answers.
"Looks like someone enjoyed herself," he observed. "Did you… want to know what it's like?"
Sylvie swallowed hard. Her eyes flicked to Lirael — sprawled, porcelain-soft, serene as if floating — and then back to Ethan. Then Something unfamiliar warmed low in her belly, an sensation that matched the quickening of her pulse.
"I… I want to try," she whispered, voice barely audible. The confession surprised even her; it tasted of awe and shame and a yearning she hadn't owned until this moment. "I want to feel… what she felt. With you master. Only with you."
"Okay," he said quietly. "But listen to me, Sylvie." He sat up, straight and steady, and offered a small, respectful bow of his head that surprised her with its gentleness. "This isn't something to rush into. Are you sure? This has to be your choice. No shame kr any pressure. If you want it, you'll say it clearly. If you don't, I will stop."
Sylvie blinked, swallowed, and then met his eyes. There was fear there, yes — but also something braver. "I'm sure," she said, hearing the tremor in her own voice but feeling it firm into resolve.
Ethan rose and moved away just long enough to wash and dry himself thoroughly with his element control of water and fire, removing the traces of what had just happened. He then climed onto the bed again.