Wasn't Part Of The Game

"I-Is this the reason you were getting bullied? Because of your d-dick?" Clair asked, completely unable to believe her own eyes. It used to be so tiny—no bigger than her pinky finger—but now?

Hell, it looked like a literal dancing pole used in adult bars.

"I'm not telling you anything yet, so don't try to divert the question, Clair." Carl reached out and slowly guided her hesitant hand directly to his thick shaft.

"W-What...? How is something like this even possible?!" She was officially holding his shaft now, feeling the intense warmth radiating off it... no, it was practically burning hot.

"It's completely possible, Clair. Now start moving your hand. This is a game, so you know it's your job to stroke my dick properly."

"T-This isn't just a game... this is real, and it's extremely dangerous..."

"What danger are you even talking about, Clair? Neither of them will ever know as long as you keep your voice down." Carl gently moved his hips, finding her soft palm absolutely perfect for a handjob.

"S-So will you actually tell me your secret if I do this for you?" A clear bead of precum was already oozing from the tip of his dick, slowly running down the side of the shaft.

"Depending on your overall performance, I'll tell you if you manage to convince me."

"Heh... I'm definitely going to win. I heard that a guy usually cums within 30 seconds." She suddenly sounded confident again; after all, that was considered common knowledge among her peers.

"Oh? I almost forgot that you're the top student in your class, Clair. So how about we make a bet on it? If you manage to make me cum in under 30 seconds, you win, and I'll tell you everything." Carl proposed the greatest game ever conceived.

"Hah, deal! You're still just a kid at heart even if you've got a big dick. A virgin will always be a virgin, no matter how big you are." She gently stroked his cock, fully expecting that a meager 30 seconds would fly by and grant her an easy victory.

"The timer starts right now, Clair," Carl said, glancing over at the wall clock.

"Hmph, I know." Clair started stroking in earnest... completely unaware that she had already walked right into his trap.

....

Stroke... stroke... stroke...

"Aren't you finished yet, Clair? Five whole minutes have already passed, you know," Carl said smugly. The desperate expression on her face right now was immensely satisfying.

"N-No... why isn't it coming out...? Every source says a guy only needs 30 seconds..."

"Just surrender already. You're wasting your time, Clair."

"This should be impossible..."

"It's very possible. So how about you play by my rules now?" Carl took immediate advantage of her distraction and reached over to cup her soft tits. He had waited long enough, and it was finally time to make his move.

"Ahn... don't touch my breasts..." Her eyes remained helplessly locked onto his dick. She was using both hands now, yet the massive shaft showed no sign of softening or giving in.

"You lost the bet, so you'd better compensate me properly, Clair." Carl located her sensitive nipples through her top, feeling the soft fabric give way beneath the lush softness of her chest.

"Nghn... ahh... this wasn't part of the game..." Clair let out a soft, sniffled moan as his touch sent a wave of weakness through her body.

"Consider it punishment for intruding into my room while wearing such revealing clothes."

"Ahh... I always wear this kind of outfit at home... don't act like I'm using it as an excuse!" She couldn't believe how wild Carl was acting. He was completely different from the quiet stepbrother she used to know.

'Nghn... maybe he's changing so much because of puberty? Ahh, what am I even doing... he's my stepbrother...' Clair couldn't wrap her head around why she was going along with this so easily.

"Well, you're not entirely wrong, Clair, but it's your responsibility to deal with the consequences now." Carl fondled her tits firmly, admiring how remarkably plump and full they felt in his hands.

"Nghn... ahn... you're making me regret coming in here..." Desperate to end the game, she used his slick precum as natural lubricant, frantically speeding up her strokes along his shaft.

It was going to be her absolute doom if this kept going on much longer.

[ Clair's Affection increased to 50%! ]

[ Unlocked: Direct physical skin contact between the host and the stepsister is now fully available. ]

'Hmm, care to explain that one a bit more, System?'

[ The host now has a significantly higher chance of causing the Stepsister to voluntarily request intercourse. ]

'Hoh, what a massive reward...'

"Nghn... ahn... don't lift my clothes! I'm going to get really angry if you try to do that..." She placed her hand over his to stop him from pulling her shirt up.

"Don't you want me to touch you properly, Sister? I think it's fair to assume that after you held my dick, I get to touch your body in return, right?"

"Ahn... ahn, don't say such nonsense! This is so wrong..." Clair suddenly spotted a faint glimmer of hope as his dick gave a hard twitch in her grip—a clear sign that he was finally on the verge of cumming!

"Oh, I think I'm about to cum, Sister... but right before I do..." Carl slid his fingers beneath the wide collar of her shirt.

"Ah... ah... s-stop, don't pinch my nipples... ah... ahmn!" Clair couldn't hold back her moans any longer; her body was far too sensitive under his direct touch.

"Heh, then let's enjoy this climax together, Clair. I'm right on the edge!" Carl pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her bralette, easily accessing them.

"Ah... ahh... please...!"

"I'm cumming, Clair!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

"S-So much..." her hand was completely covered with his thick, milky-white cum, which was slowly dripping down onto her exposed thighs.

"Is this your very first time seeing this much cum, Clair?" Carl asked smoothly, his fingers never ceasing their firm pinching against her sensitive nipples.