Volume 4 Chapter 112 A Family Affair？ The Elven Duo
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I led Lifia and Sphica into the room, the lock clicking shut behind us. Tonight, there was no choosing. I was taking them both.
It wasn’t exactly the “sister sandwich” trope – more like an “Aunt and Niece Special.” Not that anyone looking at them would know the difference. They looked like sisters in every way that mattered, and Lifia even called her “Elder Sister” out of habit.
The room was bathed in a soft, amber glow. A massive bed dominated the center, and beyond it, a glass-walled bathroom stood waiting. The atmosphere was heavy, charged with the kind of electric tension that only exists in these curated spaces of sin.
Lifia was already all over me, clinging to my arm and pressing the soft weight of her breasts against my bicep. I could feel her heat through my clothes, her sweet breath hitching against my neck. Sphica, however, was a different story. She stood frozen in the middle of the room, her gaze darting around like a cornered animal. Her long, platinum-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she fidgeted, her fingers tangling and untangling in a restless, nervous loop.
”Are you… truly certain? That someone like me is a suitable partner for you?” Sphica asked.
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with an uncertainty I hadn’t seen before. The commanding tribal chief who had stood tall only hours ago was gone, replaced by a woman who looked devastatingly vulnerable noja.
”You’ll be fine, Sister,” Lifia said, her voice a soothing balm as she reached out to take Sphica’s hand. “Master will cherish you just as much as he cherishes me. I promise.”
”But… look at me. I am an old woman compared to you…”
She was her own worst critic. An “old woman”? Hardly. As an elf, she possessed the timeless beauty of a woman in her early twenties. Her hair caught the light like spun silk, and her eyes – clear and blue as a mountain lake – seemed to pull my very soul into them whenever our gazes met. There was a dignified grace in her features, now beautifully marred by a c**ktail of anxiety and budding hope.
She was like a more refined, sophisticated version of Lifia. She had the wisdom of age paired with the body of a goddess – a perfect blend of strength and maternal allure.
I turned to face her fully. “Sphica.”
She jumped, her shoulders hitching.
”You are stunning,” I said, my voice low and firm. “You’re strong, kind, and fiercely responsible… but you’re also incredibly cute when you’re like this.”
”Oh…” Sphica murmured yanya.
A deep crimson bloom spread across her cheeks. Her eyes grew misty, and though she tried to look away, she found herself drawn back to me, unable to break the connection.
”I want you, Sphica. I want you to be mine.”
She froze, her face turning a shade of red I didn’t know was possible.
”Eek!”
A tiny, undignified squeak escaped her. I didn’t give her a chance to overthink it. I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her flush against me. She didn’t resist. Instead, her body – stiff as a board a second ago – began to quiver the moment our skin met.
I looked down into those crystalline blue eyes. Her flush had deepened, and her hair swayed gently as she looked up at me. I leaned in, closing the distance slowly.
Sphica’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she squeezed them shut, bracing for the impact.
Our lips met.
She was soft, warm, and tasted sweeter than I could have imagined. At first, she was rigid, her lips pressed tight in a line of pure nerves, but slowly, she began to melt. She relaxed, her mouth softening as she tentatively returned the pressure. That small, shy response sent a surge of affection through me. I took my time, savoring the kiss, our tongues eventually dancing in a slow, heated rhythm as we shared the same breath.
When I finally pulled back, Sphica was dazed, her fingers rising to touch her own lips as if she couldn’t believe they were real.
”So… this is what a kiss feels like…” she whispered to herself noja.
It really was her first time. A surge of possessive pride swelled in my chest. Her eyes were glazed with moisture, her face radiating heat. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
Lifia watched us from a few feet away, a playful, satisfied smile on her face. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy in her eyes; if anything, she looked like she was enjoying the show.
”Hehe…” Lifia giggled, stepping closer to join us. “Sister, you’re far too tense.”
”L-Lifia…” Sphica averted her eyes, shy as a schoolgirl, yet she didn’t pull away from me. If anything, she leaned more of her weight into my chest.
”Well then,” Lifia purred. “Shall we start with the bath?”
”What? Me as well?” Sphica asked yanya.
”Of course,” I told her.
We began to undress her right there. Lifia worked on the sash, slowly unraveling the silk, while I slipped my fingers beneath her collar, guiding the fabric off her shoulders. The kimono slid to the floor in a heap, revealing the masterpiece beneath.
Her skin was flawless, white as moonlight and smooth as marble. Her blonde hair flowed down her back like a golden river, framing the lithe curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and her long, elegant legs. She was a vision of ageless perfection.
Sensing my gaze, Sphica tried to cover herself with her hands, but Lifia gently caught her wrists and pulled them away.
”Ah-!”
”Don’t hide, Sister. Let Master see every inch of you,” Lifia said.
”But…!”
My eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the heavy weight of her breasts. They were works of art, capped with delicate, rose-colored peaks. Sphica’s voice was a mere tremor of shame, her face turning crimson all the way to the tips of her pointed ears.
Naturally, I was already hard. My arousal was plain to see, and Sphica’s eyes drifted downward, locking onto it.
”Is that… a man’s…?”
Her eyes went wide, her blush intensifying.
”You saw the videos earlier, didn’t you?” I teased.
”The real thing is… it is quite another thing entirely!” Sphica cried yanya.
She buried her face in her hands, though I could see her peeking through the gaps in her fingers. The mix of raw curiosity and overwhelming bashfulness was incredibly endearing.
Lifia let out a soft laugh. “Sister, you seem quite interested.”
”I am not! I am merely… observing!”
She tried to deny it, but she couldn’t look away from my crotch. I smiled and took her hand.
”Want to touch it?”
She hesitated for a heartbeat, her hand trembling as she reached out. Her fingertips brushed against me, and she gasped at the heat and the hard, rhythmic pulse.
”It’s so hot… and so firm…” she muttered noja.
I leaned down, my hand sliding over her flat stomach to the junction of her thighs, and whispered into her ear, “This is what’s going to be inside you soon.”
”What!? All of it!?” Sphica gasped yanya.
She went rigid again, her ears turning a fiery red.
”Are you scared?” I asked.
”Not at all! I am a warrior of the forest!” Sphica replied yanya.
Despite her brave words, she was shaking like a leaf. The thrill of the unknown was vibrating through her entire being.
The three of us moved into the bathroom. As the glass door swung open, the room filled with steam. The massive tub was already prepared, the surface of the water shimmering under the soft lights.
Lifia picked up a bottle of body soap and gave me a wicked grin. “Time to wash Master’s body.”
She lathered herself first, the white foam slicking over her pale skin. Then, she stepped behind Sphica, resting her hands on her shoulders and spreading the suds over her back.
”Why are you… washing me as well? Oh!” Sphica yelped noja.
Lifia pressed her soapy breasts firmly against my back, sliding against me while her warm breath fanned my ear.
”Sister, you handle the front,” Lifia whispered.
”What!?”
Sphica clearly realized what kind of “washing” this was going to be.
”Well?” I prompted.
”Auu…”
Blushing furiously, Sphica stepped into the space before me. She pressed her ample, foam-covered breasts against my chest, the soft, elastic sensation making my head swim. My c**k throbbed, pressing hard against her lower belly.
”Ah, my son-in-law… that…” Sphica murmured yanya.
”Wash me with your stomach, Sphica,” I commanded. “I want you to feel me right against your womb.”
”Oh… goodness…”
Her eyes welled with tears – a mix of sheer embarrassment and mounting desire. I thrust my hips forward, the head of my p**is grinding against her stomach.
”Can you feel that? Right where I’m going to fill you up,” I said.
”Ahhh…!”
Her body spasms, her knees buckling as if her strength had vanished. Lifia whispered from behind her, “It’s okay, Sister. Master will be gentle with you. Just trust him.”
”I… I do trust you…” Sphica whispered noja.
The three of us rubbed together in a tangle of limbs and soap. Lifia’s breasts were a constant, slick pressure against my back, while Sphica’s stomach worked against my c**k, the friction driving us both toward the edge.
”Haa… it’s so… huge…”
Sphica’s expression was finally breaking, her features melting into the hazy, vacant look of a woman in heat. Our eyes met, and I saw the shift.
”Go on. Kiss me. You start it this time,” I told her.
”Me? I couldn’t…”
”Do it.”
”Uu…”
She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to mine with desperate fervor. Having her initiate was a different kind of rush entirely. I reached down and gave her rear a firm, possessive squeeze.
”Mmph!?”
Her eyes flew open in shock, but I didn’t let her go. I pulled her hips flush against mine and forced my tongue into her mouth, claiming her completely. We stayed like that for a long time, locked in a stormy embrace until she finally pulled away, gasping for air.
”Haa… you are quite the brute, my son-in-law…” she whispered yanya.
”Do you hate it?” I asked.
”I… I did not say that…”
She pouted, her cheeks puffed out in a weak protest, but her eyes were shining with anticipation. The air in the bathroom was thick enough to choke on. We quickly rinsed off the soap and headed for the bed.
It was time to see just how sweet this elven elder really was.
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Summary:
The protagonist takes Lifia and her ‘elder sister’ (aunt) Sphica to a love hotel. Sphica, despite her age and status as tribal chief, reveals she is a virgin. The trio engages in intimate washing and bonding in the bathroom before moving to the bed.
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Trivia:
- Sphica is technically Lifia’s aunt, but they look and act like sisters.
- This is Sphica’s first romantic/s*xual encounter.
- Lifia is actively facilitating and encouraging the encounter rather than being jealous.
- Sphica’s speech style (noja/yanya) contrasts with her vulnerable state
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Character Insight:
Sphica undergoes a major transition from a dignified, self-conscious tribal leader to a yielding, curious woman exploring intimacy for the first time.
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Behind the Scenes:
The term ‘Donburi’ is a common adult trope shorthand for having s*x with a pair of related women (usually sisters).
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sphica – Matriarch of the Elf Village. Elder sister to Rozmiaque. She has long golden hair, blue eyes, and looks like 20s.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai. Thanks for reading.
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