"Ah, what? Damn!"
A peculiar sense of guilt welled up, swiftly followed by an intense surge of stimulation. Kagura threw aside the robe covering his lower body, while Hayasaka exclaimed, "Kyaa—~~," covering her eyes with both hands.
Her face flushed crimson, she peeked through the gaps between her fingers, her mouth agape.
"You incorrigible elder brother... to be aroused by your own sister, you are truly beyond redemption. Perish." Hayasaka, mimicking Eriri's mannerisms, pulled down her lower eyelid, stuck out her tongue, and made a playful face.
"You little imp! I would recognize you anywhere, even in ashes. But I must admit, your impersonation is remarkably convincing, capable of deceiving almost anyone."
Kagura promptly rose to pursue her, but Hayasaka showed no inclination to evade him. Instead, she stood her ground with a playful "Ehehe~," her hands clasped behind her back, awaiting his "retribution."
Kagura swept her into his arms and carried her towards the bed. Giggling in his embrace, she cried out, "Kagura, what are you doing?! Release me! I shall not grace my elder brother's bed!"
And then, she was deposited upon it.
Hayasaka, in a display of "pitiful vulnerability," sat sideways on the bed, slowly rubbing her thighs. She glared at him with a mixture of indignation and shyness, her lips slightly parted, a sight that inflamed Kagura's desire.
Of course, this was all part of Hayasaka's performance, a fact well-known to Kagura.
"Ah, that reminds me," Kagura said, snapping his fingers as his mouth watered at the sight. "Hayasaka, you promised this morning to show me your... private display, did you not...?"
Upon hearing this, Hayasaka's performance ceased abruptly. Her expression dimmed, and she pressed her hands to her face, slowly dragging them down to her chin, shaking her head in utter exasperation. "Truly, you are the epitome of insensitivity, Lord Kagura."
"Nay... I am not as obtuse as you suppose. It is simply that I desire to witness it."
Kagura sat beside Hayasaka, caressing her legs.
"And so..." Hayasaka suddenly rose, kneeling and pressing against Kagura, her voice a near-perfect imitation of Eriri's. "You... oafish elder brother, you merely wish to observe my... solitary indulgence? You monstrous fiend, alas, I am... helpless, for I am your sister. I shall... indulge you, but briefly. Do not become too conceited, for it shall be but a fleeting moment!"
Had Kagura not been genuinely eager to witness her display, he would have already subdued her upon the bed and taken his due.
"Do not... stare so intently, you pervert!"
Hayasaka, noticing Kagura's unwavering gaze upon her lower regions, tossed a pillow at his face, her tone a mixture of shyness and reproach.
It was difficult to discern where her performance ended and her genuine feelings began, but Kagura found it undeniably arousing.
As expected, even when performing before him, Hayasaka was quite bashful. Casting furtive glances at Kagura, she began to... caress her bosom with a delicate touch. Her thin lips parted slightly, and a delicate flush spread across her face. Then, she unfastened the buttons of her blouse, three in total, leaving it partially open to reveal her pristine white brassiere, which accentuated her supple breasts.
Her fingertips traced the delicate curves of her areolas, and even this simple gesture caused her to arch her back slightly. She shifted into a kneeling posture, her hips swaying gently in time with the motion of her hands.
Her index and middle fingers gently pinched and teased her nipples, and she cupped her breasts with a tender touch, tracing slow circles, occasionally squeezing or kneading them with a delicate touch, quite unlike Kagura's more vigorous approach.
Perhaps it was Kagura's intense gaze that heightened her arousal, for she soon became fully immersed in the experience. Her teeth gritted, she emitted soft, involuntary sounds through her nose, and her movements became more pronounced, her waist undulating with a subtle yet suggestive rhythm.
After a short while, Hayasaka leaned forward slightly, hastily pushing aside the fabric of her lower garment, revealing her already glistening and parted flesh, its moisture leaving a delicate trail upon the sheets.
Kagura, now directly before Hayasaka, leaned against the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed upon her, particularly upon the now engorged and deeply flushed crevice between her thighs.
Hayasaka bit her lip, turning her head slightly. She raised her right hand, extending her fingers before Kagura's face, her tone commanding. "Pervert elder brother, partake!"
Simultaneously, her left hand continued its delicate ministrations, her fingers gently squeezing and teasing her hardened nipples.
Kagura eagerly accepted her hand, lavishing it with fervent kisses and copious amounts of saliva.
When she deemed it sufficient, Hayasaka slowly withdrew her hand, leaving behind glistening strands of saliva that stretched between her fingers and Kagura's lips. She cast a brief, reproachful glance at him, then, before his very eyes, slowly inserted her glistening right middle finger into her yielding flesh.
Hayasaka's touch was initially slow, then quickened, before slowing once more. Her soft moans became increasingly difficult to suppress. She thrust her hips forward, parting her legs wider to grant Kagura an unobstructed view of her intimate self. Her body arched slightly as her left hand continued to tease her nipples.
The sounds of her intimate exploration grew louder, and Kagura found his mouth growing increasingly dry. He yearned to transform himself into that very finger, to be enveloped by the warm, pulsating embrace of her flesh, to explore its depths with fervent passion.
And then... Hayasaka's ministrations continued for nearly ten minutes.
Her expression grew increasingly strained. She felt as though she were on the verge of climax, yet unable to cross that elusive threshold. She had intended to conclude her... performance within five minutes, but now...
Ah... I yearn for release... I yearn for release, I yearn for release... Lord Kagura is witnessing my shameless display...
Growing impatient, Hayasaka's movements became more frantic. It was at this moment that Kagura recalled the effect of the... mark he had bestowed upon her: the inhibition of release. Judging by Hayasaka's labored performance, she should have long since reached her peak. No wonder she was growing increasingly agitated.
And so, Kagura abruptly pushed Hayasaka onto her back, his patience exhausted. He plunged his face into the wetness between her legs, his tongue a whirlwind of passion. "Hayasaka, I adore you, I truly adore you!"
In an instant, Hayasaka emitted a cry of such uninhibited ecstasy that it was almost embarrassing in its intensity. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and she desperately tried to push Kagura away, but his ministrations only intensified. She finally succumbed, her legs clamping tightly around his head as she abandoned all restraint, her endless tide of release drenching his face.