（Sora is the same person as Qiong, and I'm sorry）
With a snap!, Kagura tore Qiong's shirt, sending several buttons flying, though the collar and lower buttons held fast.
"Eek—!"
Despite her mental preparation, Qiong yelped as her freshly donned bra and modest chest were exposed to Kagura. Instinctively, she moved to cover herself but quickly relaxed, pressing her hands back to the bed.
"My bra… isn't that cute, is it? I don't own those sultry dark ones…"
Noticing Kagura's gaze on her bra, Qiong slowly raised her hand, unfastening the front clasp with a gentle twist. She parted the thin cups, revealing her delicate, pitiable breasts, and murmured, "They're… so small… don't stare so much…"
Clearly, Qiong had chosen a front-clasp bra for ease in this moment, but her petite size stirred sympathy in Kagura. No wonder Nao teased her and Eriri with padded bras; if he were Qiong, seeing Nao's C-cup flaunting affection daily while stuck with an AA-cup would drive him to distraction.
"Can't I look?"
Kagura leaned down, his nose brushing her pink, erect nipple, its firmness tickling him. Even Qiong's small frame exuded a faint milky scent, though she wasn't pregnant or lactating.
"So itchy…" Qiong's body quivered. Closing her eyes, she cradled his face, smiling softly. "You can… anytime, anywhere, if you want to see… ah…!"
Her words dissolved into a moan as Kagura snuck a lick.
Qiong's breasts were hard to grasp; large breasts had their challenges, but small ones posed their own. Lying flat, they barely gathered, and kneading them distinctly felt like "ah, a small-breasted girl." Without those pert, hardened nipples, it'd be awkward. Thus, Kagura focused his assault on them.
His bulging crotch pressed against Qiong's thighs, her awareness of its hard, hot presence acute. As he licked her chest, Qiong wrapped her legs around his waist, heels hooking onto his buttocks.
"Oh… mm… what's this…? So different from masturbating…! Your tongue… feels so good… Bite me… Kagura, please, bite—mm!"
Unrestrained, Qiong moaned loudly, her voice melodious and provocative, far more stimulating than Nao's stoic gasps or Saki's shy endurance. Her request for bites—how could Kagura deny her?
Biting down, Qiong clutched his head, pressing his face to her chest. Her body convulsed, legs locking his waist, as if yearning for his cock to pierce through pants, hose, and panties into her core.
"I'm… coming…!!" Qiong arched her face upward, biting her lip briefly before gasping beneath him. Feeling her crotch dampen again, Kagura lifted his head, marveling, "Qiong, you're such a perverse masochist."
He hadn't forgotten the future Kagura's revelation: his immortal body demanded eternal life for his beloved and those who loved him. Already intending to secure a Golden Apple for Qiong, her confession and their impending intimacy cemented his resolve. Points for Golden Apples required ejaculating on specific areas—mouth, chest, vagina, intestines, feet—of certain girls. Could Qiong be one?
Realizing he'd subconsciously excluded Qiong, Eriri, and Sayuri due to their blood ties, he reconsidered. The system's randomness meant they could trigger points, perhaps even double points for two Apples.
This ethical quandary—sister, mother—vexed him, though he was in no position to judge, with Qiong beneath him. Her deep affection and his own long-held desires aligned; he'd test her potential.
"I… want you to treat me roughly…" Qiong's wide eyes fixed on the ceiling, panting. "I never knew being licked on my breasts and nipples by someone I love could feel this good… That doll maid is so lucky, monopolizing you. No, you owe me compensation."
"Tch, tch, tch…"
"What's that…?" Qiong huffed, sidelong glance licking her finger. "I'm your dear sister, aren't I…?"
"Hiss—" Kagura, thrilled, replied, "Of course! I'll make it up to you double!"
He dove back, lavishing her breasts with fervent licks. Qiong's body alternated between limp and rigid; exaggeratedly, if he smoked, her nipples might carry the scent post-assault.
"Hah… hah…" Clinging to his neck, legs entwined, she writhed. "I can't… Kagura, I need it… Put that hard, hot thing in my naughty pussy."
"Straight to your pussy? You're impatient, Qiong."
"No choice, I want it, want it!!"
Qiong pouted, clinging. Kagura hadn't anticipated her icy demeanor days ago would thaw into such lustful clinginess post-confession.
He couldn't fathom it, but Qiong had long schemed, imagining ravishment scenarios in mere minutes alone.
"I'm in charge now!" Pinning her shoulders, he pressed her back. Itching unbearably, Qiong whined, "You're so sly—"
Before "sly" finished, Kagura kissed her, catching her off-guard, heart skipping. She'd never dared dream of kissing him, fantasizing instead of slaps and forceful penetration. Quickly, she melted into it, her tongue probing eagerly, swallowing his saliva voraciously.
Tears streamed from her eyes, sobbing amidst their fervent kiss, hands roaming his back, nearly breathless.
"Hah… hah…"
Kagura pulled back, saliva threads connecting their lips, some dripping onto Qiong's bare chest. As he wondered if his roughness caused her tears, her blissful smile and extended tongue, enticing more, dispelled his concern. He kissed her again.
Their kiss ended, both knowing what followed. As Kagura lifted, Qiong hugged his neck, whispering, "Do it fiercely… Don't hold back. I love your strength."
Her words erased his reservations, the taboo of sibling intimacy diluted by his vow to make her immortal. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her hose-clad thighs, embracing them.
Qiong, barely 152 cm, shorter than Eriri, was delicate everywhere, her slim legs sensual, ankles fragile, feet easily held or mouthed.
Slurp… slurp…
Kagura licked her toes, holding her ankles to raise her legs, then traced downward, saliva streaking her hose, teasing her lean calves, swirling in the warm, soft knee hollows.
"Ah… Kagura… You call me a pervert…"
His tongue, extending dozens of centimeters, shamed her further. Wrapping her left toes, it twisted into her hose's toe seams, coiling like waves around chocolate-bean-like toes, spiraling to engulf half her foot.
"What's this… sticky… You love my feet that much…? Mm… It's okay… Do what you love. It's embarrassing, but I love you, I'll endure…"
Qiong held her shameful pose, legs raised for his indulgence.
After nearly ten minutes, her feet drenched in saliva, Kagura's mouth dried. Qiong, noticing, beckoned, extending her pink tongue.
No man could resist. Kagura kissed her, swapping saliva before parting.
"Hey… Kagura… My pussy… wants your tongue too…" Qiong tugged her skirt to her waist, thumbs hooking her hose's waistband, ready to strip, saying, "You want to lick it, right?"
"I do, but—"
Kagura stopped her, pinching the hose's soaked seam. Sensitive from multiple orgasms, the wet fabric clung, easy to grip.
Guessing his intent, Qiong said nothing, yelping "Ah…" at the rip as he tore it. Her legs twitched to close but shyly parted.
"Honestly, Qiong, I want to taste your womb."
"Go ahead… Taste as you wish… Any desire of yours, I'll fulfill."
Qiong shamelessly spread her legs, peeling back her soaked white panties—now a lustful gray from repeated gushing—revealing her pussy fully.
Her vulva matched her cheeks' fairness, a Nordic-British heritage, save for a faint pink seam. Unlike areas typically darkened by friction, hers was subtly pink. The camel toe's slit was long, her clitoris buried deep, its hidden length notable. A gentle touch made her tremble, moaning softly.
Like Nao, Qiong was hairless, but wetter, her thighs, slit, clitoris, and anus glistening with sticky fluid.
"Kagura… don't… stare so much… Even I get shy…"
Her legs squeezed, but his face between them prevented closing.
"You said you'd satisfy me."
"You didn't say…"
"Fine—" Kagura coughed. "Qiong, stay still, let me see your pussy."
"Mm…" Nodding, Qiong brazenly spread wider, fingers pressing her slick lips, carefully parting them before him.
Like splitting a ripe, juicy peach with a still-green exterior, her pent-up fluids surged out. Though modest, the sight was decadently lascivious to Kagura.
The Qiong who once glared at fleeting glimpses now bared herself shamelessly, a testament to time's swift changes.
Her slit's edges were slick, requiring occasional adjustments to hold open, not fully splayed but perfectly parted, revealing pink flesh, the pulsing entrance, a tiny urethral opening, and a clitoris begging reward.
"This is…"
"You wanted to see, so I did this…" Qiong tilted her head, smiling shyly. "After such an embarrassing pose… you're not just licking, right?"
"Of course…" Kagura licked the air with a lewd slurp. "Can I savor it thoroughly?"
"No need to ask… I'm yours, use me as you wish… I can endure anything for you, because I love you, Kagura."
"Mm… I do too…"
"Liar, you love that doll maid."
"Cough… I'll share my love with you."
"Really…" Qiong smiled faintly, then urged sternly, "How long will you make me wait? This pose is embarrassing… Hurry…"
Her eyes pressed him. Kagura shifted her upward, grabbing a feather pillow. Qiong lifted her hips, letting him place it beneath, elevating her pelvis.
The pink cleft in her snowy flesh was tantalizing, sweet nectar dripping or threading across her lips, the narrow seam like a pearl-spitting jade clam, silken strands forming lascivious bridges.
Kagura leaned in, tongue extending, lightly hooking the glistening pink flesh.
Qiong's legs flinched but forced themselves apart. That single lick numbed her, eyes closing, a pleased moan escaping.
"Tastes great… You showered recently, right?"
Kagura licked her parted flesh thoroughly, asking afterward.
Unlike Nao or Yumiko, without "Spring Water" items, Qiong's pussy should carry a faint urine scent, yet only her love juices' aroma remained, unnaturally "clean."
Even a natural feminine scent wouldn't deter him; he'd savored such thousands of times. System-purified pussies were the anomaly.
"Wanted to be clean for you…" Qiong breathed, then smirked slyly, "Or… do you prefer a stronger scent?"
"It's perfect like this."
Kagura removed her hands, burying his face in her.
"Ah… Kagura…! My pussy's being licked… So shameful, yet… mm… why so good…? So unfair… Why didn't you ravish me sooner…? You could've pinned me, ripped off my panties, and done this… I've always waited… Day and night, craving your violation…"
Her provocative words, despite her virginity, thrilled him.
Qiong's upper body twisted, frail arms clutching the sheets, her trembling intense, as if enduring torture. Repeated forced orgasms were, in a way, torment.
His tongue felt her short slit, barely covering her urethra, narrowing swiftly, diamond-shaped when parted. Licking lacked the usual lip-sucking joy, but allowed scraping from base to tip, circling her tiny bud, sucking it to make her quake.
After multiple climaxes, her "dehydration" limited her gush, only a trickle seeping from her pulsing flesh. Kagura, inhaling her potent feminine scent, sighed inwardly, Qiong's truly grown. His tongue stretched, parting her tight entrance, slithering along her pink, wet walls like a sticky serpent.
Qiong's masturbation—fingers plunging deep—was known from his prank eavesdropping. Her hymen, self-broken, left Kagura slightly regretful, but her virginity being his sufficed.
Her inner flavor differed subtly, external lips faint, but deeper, a salty tang, indescribably lascivious, the taste of female arousal.
Without system aid, his tongue barely breached Nao's entrance, limited by length and firmness. A woman's tightest point thwarted soft tongues. Now, with "Extendable Tongue," length was no issue. Qiong's petite frame meant a shallow vagina, his tongue easily reaching her cervix.
"Your… hot tongue… inside… so deep… So good, Kagura… I feel it…!"
Qiong wept with joy, covering her lips, trembling, tears spilling. Noticing her lonely nipples, Kagura's hands reached up, pinching and toying with them.
"Toying" was too gentle; "ravaging" fit better. Most girls would cry out in pain, but Qiong grew more aroused, thrusting her chest, urging, "Pinch me hard… Like you'll break them, Master Kagura, punish your lewd sister's nipples for tempting you."
"Huff…"
His nose grazed her clitoris, warm breaths eliciting moans. His hands persisted, tongue buried in her honeypot, siphoning her lascivious essence like a tube, swirling around her flattened cervical nub.
A gentle twist made it retract, then descend, but breaching it proved tough, like a wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood's locked door. No entry? No matter—his entire tongue now savored her salty, lascivious fluid, squeezed by slick folds, clamped by her entrance, teasing her playful cervix, an irresistible delight.
"Coming again…!"
Her pussy warmed, walls contracting, the entrance squeezing his tongue as if melding with her shameful flesh. This intense climax sprayed a forceful jet from her cervix. Kagura curled his tongue, forming a shallow trough, catching it all.
Qiong clutched his head, legs clamping his face to her tender, slick slit.
"Mm… Delicious…"
Slowly retracting his tongue, he lingered on her lips, stirring twice. Qiong rubbed her temples, grounding her soaring consciousness, panting, "Huff…" Grasping his wrist, left hand shielding her forehead, cheeks flushed, she said, "Feels like… years of masturbation are cheap now. One time with you erases them all… My body's always craved you… I love, love you."
"It's far from over, right…?"
Kagura guided her hand to his crotch.
"So hard… Can guys get this hard…? Girls are so soft… My soft, wet pussy was made to take your cock… I'm your special sister, your vessel, to hold all of you… So, don't hold back, fill me."
Qiong stroked gently, eagerly parting her still-dripping pussy with one hand.
Kagura considered oral but, too aroused, doubted her novice skills would satisfy. With school looming, he opted for her pussy. Ignoring her parted slit, he stripped her upper body, flipped her, and pulled her waist, raising her hips.
Swiftly undressing, he knelt behind, tapping his cock on her small, round buttocks.
"Condom…" Qiong bit her lip, whispering, "What do we do? I didn't bring any…"
"I want to come inside you."
"Mm… If I get pregnant… I'll abort… So, don't worry… Do it… Come inside, as many times as you want. Your cute sister's pussy is your semen vessel."
Qiong resolved firmly.
Unaware of her time-leaping, she feared pregnancy's impact on her jumps. Kagura, ignorant of her ability, had deactivated his semen's fertility, ensuring no pregnancy even after countless internal ejaculations.
Her words touched him deeply.
"If you get pregnant, no abortion, got it? If you ever carry my child, tell me privately, and I'll ensure you deliver safely."
His heartfelt vow stemmed not from knowing infertility but from a future where, with enough power, he'd let his women, including Qiong, bear his children.
"I knew I chose right…" Qiong, elated, wiggled her hips. "Kagura… I want it… Slam your big cock in, hit my womb…"
Post-confession, Qiong shed all shame, a lustful maiden before him.
"Let me touch first."
Kagura slid his middle and ring fingers along her dripping slit, probing briefly before plunging in, unmoistened, sudden, and deep, touching her cervix easily in her petite frame.
"Ow…!"
Qiong's back arched, then flattened, mastering "back-bending" despite her virginity, pleasing Kagura.
"Pain? Good…"
Mercilessly, he scraped her soft inner flesh, fingers stirring chaotically, making her writhe, sweat beading. Despite evident pain, his fingers drove her to climax.
Her raised hips trembled rhythmically, retracting and thrusting. His fingers' honey coated her slit, dripping from her clitoris. Withdrawing, her buttocks quivered, a final spurt splashing, mesmerizing.
"Come… Kagura… Don't keep me waiting… So mean, you're the brother, right?"
Qiong swayed her hips, noting "brother" heightened his arousal, boldly enticing.
Speechless, Kagura aligned his cock with her dripping slit.
"Once I enter… we—"
"Can't go back," Qiong turned, licking her lips slyly. "Scared, Kagura?"
"No… It's just sudden, like something's missing. You're not even seventeen, and I haven't given you your birthday gift."
"No matter… We've lived together thirteen years. My heart and body are yours, now yours to claim. Isn't sixteen-year-old me more thrilling than seventeen? Men love younger, right… Come… Dear Brother… With all your strength… Don't spare me, thrust in."
"Alright, relax, especially your lower body, it's your first time."
"From my first to my last… All for you." Turning, she gazed longingly. "For the first time, can we do missionary?"
"Not from behind?"
"It's not that…" Lying back, she reached for him, smiling blissfully. "For my first, I want to see your face, memorize your expression entering me, see you come inside. It'll be my lifelong treasure."
"Fine… I'll indulge you."
His reservations gone, Kagura aimed at her steaming virgin pussy, nudging the tip in. Left hand steadying his cock, right arm around her slim waist, he thrust hard.
His cock sank fully, the first time feeling his glans breach her womb.
Fingers were short; his 18.8 cm cock far longer. Though fingers reached her cervix, his cock, aided by [Complete Penetration], surpassed, entering her womb—a first for that passage, used only for menstrual flow.
"Urgh—ah…"
Qiong's fists clenched the sheets, teeth gritted, neck twisting, enduring searing pain. Her melodic cries urged him to torment her further.
Her pussy and womb felt torn, straining to expel the massive intruder, yet it held firm, unmoving.
This fullness, this tearing, her fingers could never replicate, nor his tongue. The unique pain reborn her.
She'd done it, crossed the line, in this "nonexistent past," coaxing Kagura to follow.
Her body shrank upward, small breasts straining toward her face, curling tightly, arms twisting, clutching the sheet's corner. Pain-sweat beaded her forehead and neck, shame and pain blushing her from face to chest, her parted lips revealing her pink tongue, twisting head voicing pained or pleasured moans.
Kagura closed his eyes, savoring her womb's sensation, knowing a woman's uterus typically held little, entry impossible. With system aid, his glans and a short length stretched the limit, a new tight pocket gripping his tip, slick walls clinging, urging immediate release.
Her vaginal entrance clamped his base, pain-induced contractions like a wide ribbon—Nao had once tied his there.
—Right, the Red Dragon!
Qiong, a young woman, likely dreaded periods, a female nuisance: agonizing when present, anxiety-inducing when absent. Slaying the Red Dragon required internal ejaculation, but seeing her pain, he asked softly, "Sorry, you okay?"
"Don't… apologize…"
Her cool hand gripped his wrist, panting, shaking her head, sobbing, "I'm fine… We're one now, your big, hard, hot thing deep in my womb… It hurts, but feels good… Go on, Kagura, at your pace, invade me deeply, fiercely."