Silly Trick

"Ahh... I won't fall for your silly trick..."

"Ohh, so you're basically admitting that it really is your first time." Carl thrust his hips forward, pressing the broad head of his thick shaft directly against the fabric of her top.

"Nghn... you are absolutely the worst, Carl! Just look at what you did to my clothes..." The heavy, musk-laden scent of his load flooded her nostrils—it was dense and warm. It was her very first time ever seeing and smelling real semen up close like this.

"How about we just keep going, Clair? We can make this our own secret between the two of us." Carl crawled closer, leaning over her until his eyes were locked directly onto hers.

"F-Family shouldn't be doing things like this..."

"No, it's normal for a family to help those who are in need.."

"B-But still..."

"Then why are you still wrapping your hand around my dick? Are you telling me that you dislike this out loud, even when your own body is begging for the exact opposite?"

[ Clair's Affection increased to 53%! ]

"That's not my intention at all...! We really shouldn't be doing this... family members are strictly forbidden from doing these kinds of things..."

"Then why is your pussy already soaking wet right now? Just look at your pink shorts—they're completely soaked, and the fabric between your thighs has turned into a much darker shade." Carl pointed down at her pink shorts, where a very noticeable wet patch had formed.

"D-Don't look at my legs!" With her stylish glasses and her vibrant pink hair, the embarrassed look on her face made her look extraordinarily attractive.

"Heh, you don't have to be so shy about it, Clair. I already know you desperately want to experience real sex."

"I-I do not! I'm not a virgin like you!" She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying in vain to hide the obvious buildup of her own love juices.

"Hah, you really are full of lies, Clair..." Carl reached out and slowly began to pull her shirt up. To his delight, she didn't even put up a fight—completely contradicting everything she had just claimed. But just before he could cross the ultimate line with her...

Knock! Knock!

"Carl, are you awake? I just wanted to come by and apologize properly... can I come in?" It was Silvia. As a teacher at his school, her guilt had been eating away at her all evening because she had failed to notice that her own stepbrother was being bullied under her watch.

"I'm coming inside, Carl." Since Carl had taken a bath earlier, he had forgotten to lock his bedroom door.

Creak...

"I hope I'm not interrupting your rest, Carl," Silvia said softly, stepping inside. Carl immediately pulled the blanket up over himself, laying back on the bed.

"I'm totally fine now, Stepsis. You really don't need to worry about me." His eyes flicked subtly toward the space behind the door, where Clair had scrambled to hide with lightning-fast reflexes.

"I just wanted to say how sorry I am. I feel so ashamed to face you after completely failing in my duty as your big sister..." Suddenly, Silvia's nose twitched as she caught a strong whiff of something in the air. "Wait..."

"I'm really fine, Stepsis. How could you blame yourself when I'm the one who kept it a secret for so long?" Carl said smoothly. He wanted nothing more than to finish what he started with Clair, but it seemed his luck had temporarily run out.

'Now I understand what the Luck stat in my profile is actually for. What terrible timing.' Behind the open door, Clair was stealthily army-crawling out of the room, using the distraction to escape before she could be caught.

"What is that smell...? It's so intense... and oddly intoxicating," Silvia asked, her nostrils flaring as she unconsciously sniffed the thick air.

"S-Stop sniffing like that, Sister. It's just my new body wash."

"Does body wash really smell like that...?"

"Yes, Sister. It's a brand-new scent, so you're probably just not used to it yet." Carl watched out of the corner of his eye as Clair successfully slipped out into the hallway without Silvia noticing a thing.

"Hmm... if you say so..."

Morning eventually came. The conversation from the night before had dragged on for nearly an hour, with Silvia constantly apologizing while inadvertently sniffing the heavy scent lingering in his room.

"Ahh, what a bright, beautiful morning. I'm looking as handsome as ever." Carl stretched his arms wide, realizing he would need to personally wash his bedsheets after making such a massive mess the night before.

Since it was the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity for him to step outside and explore the surrounding neighborhood. The previous host had been a total recluse, so relying solely on his inherited memories wasn't giving him the full picture of the area.

Creak...

Before he could even put on a pair of pants, his bedroom door swung wide open.

"I'm here to pick up your dirty laundry and beddings—" It was Lyra who barged right in without bothering to knock.

"Ahem... this is the second time now, Carl. Please put some clothes on... uhmm, preferably at all times." Her eyes, however, told a completely different story. What she had glimpsed the previous night was definitely not an illusion.

It was very, very real!

"You could at least knock first, Stepsis..."

"Cough... cough... sorry, it's just muscle memory." She genuinely couldn't wrap her mind around it. She knew Carl was already 18 years old, but in her eyes, she had never truly seen him as a fully developed man.

To her, he was always just a cute, quiet little boy—or at least, that was the image she had kept in her head.

The massive stallion dick she had accidentally seen the night before had drilled itself deep into her thoughts, repeatedly flashing through her mind like an uninvited memory.

After all, she had helped take care of him and wash him when he was much younger... back then, it was just a tiny thing, much like Clair had remembered. But now?

It was a full-fledged stallion dick, and that was an undeniable reality she couldn't ignore.