I Became the Younger Brother of the Villainess

“Haum….”

Christina gently encased the tip of the glans with her lips, making soft, deliberate sucking sounds as if savoring a piece of candy. Her usually squinting eyes were now half-closed, her pupils hazy with a mixture of focus and surrender.

“Mm… ah….”

She pressed her soft lips against the sensitive tip, teasing the slight crevice with tender movements before releasing it with a faint, wet pop. Her expression remained kind, almost serene, as her lips traveled downward. With deliberate care, she licked the length of the shaft, tracing it from the base to the very tip. It was a transformation so striking that it was hard to reconcile her current actions with the shy woman who had previously blushed at the mere mention of intimacy.

As I reached out to gently smooth her bangs, Christina’s gaze flicked upward. A playful, almost puppy-like smile spread across her face, prompting a light chuckle from me. I pressed my thumb lightly against her lips.

“Heh… Do you like it? Ah….”

Without hesitation, she caught my thumb in her mouth, her lips wrapping around it as she sucked softly, a gentle slurping sound accompanying her movements. When my thumb grew wet with her saliva, she released it with a soft sigh, turning her attention back to the task at hand. Her lips brushed once again along the shaft, leaving faint kisses in their wake.

“You mustn’t feel neglected…,” she murmured sweetly.

Her hands, small and uncertain, wrapped around the base of the shaft, moving hesitantly at first. She glanced up for approval as her lips found my thumb once more, alternating between her touches and playful nibbles.

In truth, her movements were clumsy and far from skilled. A novice’s touch—hesitant and experimental—might not have been enough to coax release, but that hardly mattered. What stirred me most was her willingness, the raw enthusiasm radiating from someone stepping into the unknown yet giving herself entirely. Watching her devote herself with such sincerity stoked a deep heat within me.

“Does this feel good? Haaah….”

Her voice was low and tender, her confidence growing despite her lack of experience. The contrast was intoxicating—her soft, uncertain gestures paired with the faintly mischievous curve of her lips as if she enjoyed playing the part of a seductress, albeit an unpolished one.

Plus, she carried a smile that mirrored a seductive woman’s charm, though the contrast between her confident demeanor and clumsy hand movements made it endearing. It was cute how she pretended to be skilled, yet her inexperience was evident in every touch.

But I couldn’t let things continue like this indefinitely, so I decided to step in with some guidance.

“Hold on a second. Don’t grip it like that. Use your whole palm, and roll it firmly while pressing—like this.”

“Oh, like this?”

She looked flustered as I interrupted her flow, her “experienced older sister” act faltering. Despite her initial embarrassment, she followed my instructions carefully. It was amusing how quickly she adjusted, her hands mimicking my directions. Though unpolished, she was surprisingly attentive, her movements becoming more deliberate as she began to grasp the rhythm.

Once she got the hang of it, she started handling it with more confidence, her soft hands stroking with a steady, purposeful motion. Her lips latched onto the tip with increased fervor, her sucking sounds becoming deeper and more resonant.

“Yeah, just like that…,” I encouraged, watching her become immersed in the task.

Her earlier hesitation melted away as she focused entirely on the moment. She forgot about her own fingers as her attention shifted entirely to the sight in front of her. The rhythm of her hand matched the hypnotic motion, the sight of her lips and tongue working together creating an intoxicating blend of innocence and raw sensuality.

Christina, who had been absently fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, seemed overtaken by the rising heat. Finally, with an uncertain but deliberate gesture, she lifted her skirt. Her hands slipped between her legs, her fingers tentatively seeking the spot that seemed to be calling her attention.

“Ah… Haat… Yeah, like that…”

She moaned softly as her trembling fingers explored her clitoris. Meanwhile, her lips continued their tender assault on the tip, her tongue darting out to trace every groove of the glans.

“Mm… Slurp… Choop… Heuheu…”

“Suck it like it’s candy. Is it really that good?” I teased.

“Yeah… Yeah…” she whispered breathlessly, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and surrender.

Nodding while biting the glans, he waves his hand, reluctant to let it leave his mouth. Saliva dribbles down, coating the shaft of his dick in a glistening sheen.

And then again, trembling. When I look down, the finger that dug into my vagina trembles. Maybe it touched my G-spot.

“Whew, whew… ehw… okay… are you okay?”
Yet, she continues to diligently care for her eldest daughter, Pella. Her eyes flicker upward, subtly watching me, as if observing my reaction.

The sight of a cross-eyed character subtly cracking their eyes open to gauge the mood during a blowjob ignited my imagination in ways I hadn’t anticipated.
“You’re doing well.”
“Hehe, churp… .”

Christina lowered her head again as if reassured by my words and started licking her pussy. Feeling a little mischievous, I lifted my foot and poked the pussy that Christina was rubbing.

“Black!”

She immediately starts shaking her waist. I ignore her and rub her pubic area with my foot.

“”Ugh! Yeah, hah…! Tsk, right now… hic! I’m doing volunteer work!”

Flutter, flutter. The interval between the convulsions of Christina’s obscene body became shorter and shorter.

“Ugh…!”

Zenith.

The liquid drips down the top of my foot. Phew, phew… Hot, moistening fluid, female juice flows out.

“Hehe, hehe… . Eung, squeak… .”

Even as she was panting for breath in the afterglow of her orgasm, Christina continued to suck and suck the glans.

I felt my sexual desire boiling over at the sight of her being so devoted to others.