Volume 13 Chapter 325 Shirogane Aqua, Victoria-Nyan! ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The moment I stepped through the door and let the day’s chaos settle, I slipped into my room for a breath of quiet. There, sprawled across the bed like she owned the night itself, lay Victoria-sama—cat ears perched atop her golden waves, and not a stitch of clothing to hide the rest of her. The sight stole the air from my lungs.
”My, you kept me waiting,” she purred, voice low and teasing. “Or were you busy enjoying yourself in the bath?”
I couldn’t meet her eyes. No way could I admit that two sultry succubus sisters had just scrubbed every inch of me clean. My gaze slid to the floor.
”Hmm.”
She rose with feline grace, closing the distance until her breath warmed my neck. One delicate sniff, and her lashes narrowed.
”There it is,” she murmured. “Another little kitten’s scent, clinging to you.”
Sweat prickled down my spine under that sharpened stare. A sly smile curved her lips, equal parts promise and warning.
”I’m not angry,” she said, soft as silk. “But…”
Her fingers laced through mine and tugged. The world tilted; the mattress caught my back. She loomed above, moonlight spilling over bare skin.
”We can’t have you forgetting who your mistress is, now can we? Time for a proper re-marking.”
The swell of her breasts brushed my chest—accidental, deliberate, who could tell?—and heat surged straight to my groin. Damn it, body, why are you always so honest?
She noticed. Of course she did. That wicked grin widened.
”See? This is what you like.”
She cupped herself, lifting, presenting. My mouth went dry. Permission?
A throaty laugh. “Not yet. Manners first.”
Her hand slid behind my neck; lips crashed into mine. Her tongue slipped past my guard, claiming, sucking, relentless. I tried to protest—
”Wait—”
”No waiting.” The words vibrated against my mouth. “Hands on my waist. Hug me tight. Remember?”
My arms obeyed before my brain caught up, pulling her flush against me. The kiss stretched on, deep, drowning, until thought melted into syrup.
She broke away with a satisfied hum. “Mouth overwritten. Good.”
My clothes were gone. Vanished between one heartbeat and the next—her sleight of hand so smooth I hadn’t felt a thing. This was Kanon’s sister? No wonder Stars never crowned her queen; on a mattress, she reigned absolute.
”Next,” she said, voice velvet, “we punish this naughty cock for even thinking of straying.”
Didn’t you just say you weren’t mad?
She read the thought in my wide eyes and laughed, tail lashing like an irritated cat.
”I’m not angry,” she repeated, saccharine. “I never said I wasn’t jealous.”
That possessive spark—pure Kanon. It sent a helpless thrill through me.
Still holding hands lover-style, she lowered her face to my lap, nostrils flaring as she inhaled.
”Yep. Definitely another female’s scent.”
Her mouth opened wide. One smooth glide, and I was buried to the hilt in wet heat. Vacuum suction from the first second—my hips jerked, but the bed and her palms pinned me immobile.
”I’m spoiling you rotten,” she mumbled around me, “and you dare hold back? Come on—spurt for me like you do in that silly machine. Pathetic and perfect.”
Obscene wet sounds filled the room as her head bobbed, fierce, merciless. Pleasure crested too fast; I came with a broken groan, fingers slipping from hers. She only squeezed tighter, eyes locked on mine, drinking in every twitch until the last drop spilled.
Then she let go, cupped palms catching the mess. With delicate laps—like a cat at cream—she tasted, swallowed, throat working with a deliberate, taunting gulp.
”Such a bad owner, making his kitty groom him.”
She wiped her lips, smile razor-sharp, and straddled me again. Golden waves swayed with the motion, brushing my chest.
”No helping it. For my faithless master, I’ll discipline that cock personally—with my pussy.”
She shifted, displaying herself. Flawless. Pink. Dripping. I throbbed against nothing.
Another slow descent, swallowing me inch by inch until her cervix kissed the tip.
”Feel that? My womb drops just for you. All your fault.”
She ground down, circling, painting pleasure in slow, maddening spirals. I shattered again, hips bucking helplessly.
Please let this soothe her temper—
Wishful thinking. Arms locked around me, she rolled straight into round two without pulling off.
”Hold me everywhere—cock, pussy, all of it. Come whenever you want. And tongue out; I can’t kiss you like this.”
Kanon loved kissing through climax; Victoria craved the same. Said it made a girl feel gloriously female. I obeyed, tongue offered, and she claimed it while her walls fluttered, milking tiny aftershocks from me.
”Already? I adore how honest you are. Holding back is bad for the heart, you know.”
Round three. My turn.
I seized her breasts—full, heavy, fingers sinking deep. She laughed, delighted.
”Until you, these were just headaches—stiff shoulders, couldn’t run, blocked my desk. Now? I’m glad I was born generous.”
Emboldened, I thrust up, hard, claiming rhythm. Pride demanded I match her.
”Oh? The male finally pounces. I prefer attacking, but being ravished isn’t bad~desuwa.”
Our mouths collided; tongues battled for dominance. I slammed home again and again, skin slapping skin, her laughter melting into moans.
”Slow, sticky milking is nice, but this ferocity—do you love my body that much? No other male ever looked twice. Maybe I’m starting to like this neglected frame~desuwa.”
No, the whole world’s blind!
That same possessive heat still thrummed between us, her scent thick in the air, my pulse a drumbeat against her skin.
Sure, Victoria-sama’s features cut sharp—like a queen carved from ice—but she was beautiful, achingly so. Breasts so impossibly full they defied gravity, hips flared just enough to fit a man’s greedy hands, waist soft with the kind of plush that begged to be gripped. Skin like moonlight on porcelain, nipples a shy pink against all that perfection. And those breasts—god, those breasts could launch a thousand ships and sink them just as fast. She was everything.
”Oh? Shooting again already.” Her laugh curled warm against my ear. “Go ahead. This pussy belongs to its master alone—use it however you like.”
A roar ripped from my chest. Four in a row? I’d make it legend.
I surged up, hips snapping, determined to break that serene mask and watch her unravel.
”Come on, harder. Harder… ah, there it is.” Another pulse spilled inside her. She smiled, indulgent. “Adorable.”
Damn it all!
Five. I poured every ounce of stubborn pride into the next round.
She shifted us face-to-face, legs folding around my waist, arms looping my shoulders. Kiss after kiss rained down—soft, then hungry, then desperate.
I came again, helpless, painting her depths white. She was too perfect; resistance was a joke.
”Good work,” she whispered, collapsing atop me, limbs tangling like vines.
A shy heat crawled up my neck. “You saw right through me, huh? Trying to take control at the end.”
I turned away. She nipped my earlobe.
”Silly boy. You never noticed? From the first thrust, my heart, my body, every thought in my head surrendered to your cock. I just refused to show it.”
My spent length twitched, traitorously eager.
”I was a princess once,” she continued, voice velvet and steel. “Even stuffed full of pleasure, a royal keeps her composure.”
Poker face. Of course. She wasn’t just Kanon’s big sister—she was Haa-chan’s too, the one who never let a crack show.
”So right now…?” I croaked.
Her answer spilled like honeyed sin.
”Kiss me. Twist our tongues until they ache. Make it sloppy, shameless. Hug me so tight I can’t breathe. Pound me till the bedframe screams. Empty yourself inside me until there’s nothing left. Grope these breasts like you’ll die without them. Grab my ass, my waist—be rough. Cosplay, toys, every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had—I want them all. And I want to hear every depraved thought in your head from now till sunrise. Maybe till the end of our days.”
The words snapped something primal loose.
I sealed her mouth with mine, swallowing the rest. No more games.
Five became six, seven—limits shattered, dawn a distant rumor. We chased oblivion together, skin slick, breath ragged, her laughter finally fracturing into breathless, beautiful surrender.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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