"Then I'll grant your wish!"
With that, Kagura leaned back slightly, his cock still deeply embedded in Qiong. He grasped her ankles with both hands, drawing her legs together and hugging them to his chest. Then, he bent forward, parting her legs and pressing them downward, curling her body into a tight ball. Her hose-clad feet arched high above her head.
Her knees nearly touched her shoulders, just shy of it, her body's weight tilting toward her head, her lower half slightly raised by Kagura's pressure. This position allowed deep penetration, and with his [Complete Penetration] ability, he feared he might literally pierce through Qiong's petite, almost childlike frame.
Of course, the system's safeguards alleviated such concerns.
Typically suited for experienced women, this position was bold for Qiong's first time, yet her plea for intensity ensured Kagura wouldn't hold back.
"So deep… so deep… my pussy's splitting…!"
Qiong lay on the bed, shaking her head and clenching her teeth, yet she gripped Kagura's knees, clearly unwilling to ease into a gentler position or let him withdraw.
"If I said I won't spare you, then I'm getting serious."
Kagura straightened his legs, resembling a push-up stance without Qiong beneath him. With her there, he was like a taut bow pressed to the bed, his "arrow" piercing his sister's lascivious core.
Her slick petals clung to his pubic hair, each movement tingling and numbing her. The hair at his cock's base grazed her engorged clitoris, like tiny tendrils teasing it, slick with her juices, slipping over it.
Qiong's inner heat was scorching. Though he'd been with Kawasaki multiple times that weekend, Qiong's interior was distinct. Kawasaki, taller, had a deeper vagina that accommodated him. Qiong, tiny, had a correspondingly small pussy—pink-white petals, a pale pink slit, and pristine hairlessness that evoked tender pity, a purity almost too sacred to defile. Compared to Kawasaki's mature, teal-furred pussy, Qiong's felt juvenile.
Yet, Kagura's darker cock mercilessly plunged into that tender honey, akin to a tentacle in certain anime, delivering oversized eggs into a girl's womb. Fittingly, his cock, like those tentacles, was buried in Qiong's uterus.
The delicate chamber, meant for a fetus, was cruelly stretched by his masculine intrusion. Qiong, frail compared to Kagura's athletic build, seemed to nurture his massive cock with her life, like a cuckoo chick, larger than its foster mother, demanding sustenance.
"It's okay…" Qiong, sensing his concern, wiped her teary eyes, smiling blissfully. "I'm not sick, nor suicidal… I just want to live with you until my last day. Didn't I say? I love your strength."
"Is this position too much for your first time?"
"Don't worry… I… I actually like it…" Blushing, she turned aside, murmuring, "The deeper you go, the more I feel your love… The rougher, the more urgent, the more I feel your devotion. So… at school, outside, in a car, whenever you want… I'll always be ready."
"Alright…"
Kagura agreed, pressing her legs with his shoulders, hands circling her thighs to pin near her shoulders. He began moving his itching, honey-soaked cock.
"Ah… ah… Kagura's… big cock… sliding in and out of my pussy… It's like it's burning! We're siblings… why does it feel so good?"
Though small, Qiong's breasts jiggled with his vigorous thrusts.
"Because we're siblings… it's even better, right?"
Casting aside ethics, Kagura reveled in this taboo with his half-sister, a flicker of vengeance against their father fueling him. Sayuri trusted him, believing his vows of singular love, yet he betrayed her, siring Qiong with another's wife. Their father ruined Sayuri's life and cherished Qiong—so Kagura would ravage her in retribution.
See, your beloved daughter moans beneath me! This is the price of betraying Mother!
"…Each thrust makes my insides writhe… Hate it… hate it… Why's my pussy lewder than me? This shameless body, discovered by Brother Kagura… I'm going strange… It hurts… Hurts! Hurts but feels so good… Please, Kagura, shoot into my womb!"
Qiong's loud moans filled the soundproofed study, reckless, as if daring others to hear.
Kagura worried, but Qiong was unconcerned. This was a "nonexistent past"; a time leap would render it mere memory, leaving the original past and future untouched.
Expecting a quick release, Qiong underestimated Kagura. His cock's endurance, tied to his heart's vigor, was enhanced by a Golden Apple from his future self, granting immortality and perpetual energy. His heart, a near-perpetual engine, bolstered his cock's stamina.
Qiong's pussy became a peculiar state, like soft, molten flesh pressed invisibly against his cock. Love juices seeped from pink walls, trapped by the stretched limits, clinging to his veined shaft, drawn out with withdrawals, splashing near her pink anus or his thighs. Her tight interior created a vacuum effect, like pulling a syringe's plunger with a finger-blocked tip, making withdrawals strenuous. Her walls snapped back, her cervix descending, only to be parted and swallowed again, pushing juices and precum into her tiny womb.
"The Qiong who glared at my glances—where is she? Your pussy's slurping my cock, refusing to let go. Didn't know you craved this connection so much. If I'd noticed sooner—"
Kagura thrust hard, ignoring her freshly deflowered state, as she demanded.
"I'm the one… If I'd confessed sooner, we'd have merged earlier. Doing this with someone I love feels this good—I never knew… Ah… ah—my pussy's so hot… Your big cock's too fast… My womb, just emptied, fills again… No… I'm coming!!"
Her voice crescendoed, then halted, breath pausing. Eyes closed, her face contorted as if biting a sour lime, lips gaping in a silent "ah," neck veins bulging. Her chest heaved, head jerking upward, back arching briefly before collapsing with a "Huff—," legs trembling beneath him.
A torrent surged from her cervix, forced through her tight, cock-clamped flesh like a jet, squirting beneath his shaft. Limp, panting, her pussy contracted fiercely, her womb sucking his tip, craving his seed.
Kagura endured, not waiting for her climax to subside. Hugging her closed legs, tightening her already constricted pussy, he pulled her to the bed's edge, standing. Pressing her legs together, he folded her like a diver mid-tuck, hands encircling her neck.
Leaning down, each thrust spilled her climax's juices to the floor. Qiong pleaded, "Wait…! I just… just came… No, no… Your cock's making me an idiot… Mm… mm—!"
Before she finished, Kagura kissed her, gripping her neck and legs, pinning her like a perfect, tender mount. Her honeyed slit churned under his dark cock, the narrow seam enduring relentless assault, glistening with drawn-out juices.
His tongue ravaged her mouth; Qiong, too weak to reciprocate, was overwhelmed. He lifted her neck, lips locked, penetrating her doubly—above and below—truly her "vessel."
Ten minutes of fierce thrusting left Qiong a quivering mass of climaxes, barely moaning, her frail body no match for his infinite stamina.
Proportionally, his cock between her slender thighs felt like a fist, each thrust a punch to her womb.
As she trembled toward another climax, marking their intense first coupling, Qiong sucked his tongue, nearly biting, then pushed his head away, crying, "Shoot it…! Kagura… your sperm… all of it… Shoot hot stuff into my womb!"
A spring tide flooded her slick folds, bathing his cock. Its searing heat broke him. Releasing her neck, he gripped her hose-clad ankles, thrusting through her gushing juices into her cervix, sniffing her clean feet, rubbing her sensual hose, and roaring as he unleashed his semen.
Semen Expansion Rate—Fifty Times!
"Hot… so hot, so hot… I'm dying…!"
Forty-five-degree semen erupted from his glans, splattering her thick uterine walls. At fifty times expansion, his heightened arousal from sibling intimacy produced far more than usual. Normally two to three milliliters per pulse, each throb in her lascivious flesh squeezed out more, forty to fifty pulses filling her five-milliliter womb to bursting.
With fifty-fold expansion, over a hundred milliliters became over six liters. Without system protection, her womb would've ruptured. Instead, it swelled like a pregnancy, her cervix clinging to his glans, reluctant to release despite being filled.
"Ah… ah—"
Qiong moaned wordlessly, legs rigid, eyes rolling back. The frenzied ejaculation left her tongue lolling, her womb's rapid expansion pressing organs upward, hindering breath. Six liters of thick, heavy semen—akin to pouring one and a half large water bottles—added significant weight.
"Huff… huff…"
Kagura clutched her legs, nearly folding her, craving to devour her saliva-soaked, perfect feet. Her toes flexed and curled, her belly swollen like late pregnancy or a hidden watermelon.
Ding-dong— The system chimed: "You've earned 20 points."
Jolted from his post-climax haze, Kagura realized these points were for Golden Apples—100 for one, granting immortality, triggered by ejaculating in specific areas of certain women: throat, chest, vagina, intestines, feet, each worth 20 points, some women yielding double.
Unsure how many Qiong could trigger, he aimed for her 100 points first.
But another task preceded.
After ejaculating in her womb, he silently commanded, "Slay Red Dragon!"
The system confirmed: "You've severed Haruhino Qiong's Red Dragon."
No more periods, though ovulation persisted, meaning pregnancy was possible if he reactivated his semen.
Savoring the last drop, Kagura slowly withdrew. Her overburdened cervix resisted, her pussy clinging tightly, urging reentry. He pulled out gently.
Her tender pink slit, slightly curled naturally, was red and swollen from relentless thrusting, frothy love juices coating her lips and snowy thighs. Before he could observe long, a thick semen surge erupted from her just-closed entrance.
Qiong, shamed, clamped her legs, but it was futile. Her stretched womb shrank, six liters flooding past her fatigued cervix, filling her narrow vagina, mingling with crystalline or frothy juices, gushing out.
Semen poured, whitening her parted thighs, staining her sheer hose's inner sides. Her trembling slit pulsed, each twitch expelling more, like he'd injected thick milkshake with an enema syringe.
Forming a puddle, the sight stunned Qiong, her breath uneven, heart reeling from the intense ejaculation.
—We did it… and he shot so much… Videos never showed this… Research says men release up to six milliliters, but Kagura's different… My chosen one… My body's filled with his hot, scalding semen… So warm, supreme happiness… It's flowing out, such a pity, if only my womb and pussy could absorb it…
Kagura, unaware of her thoughts, decided to skip school.
Later, Qiong loaded Save Slot B, returning to April 23, 7 PM.
"Huff…!"
Collapsing onto the sink, Qiong struggled to climb down, head spinning, mind reduced to idiocy by his cock.
She rinsed Eriri's urine-soaked sink, then curled on the floor, licking her fingers, trembling, eyes closed.
It happened in a nonexistent past, a non-memory for him.
I'm too timid… If I were bolder… No, this confirmed his feelings. I'll wait for the right moment, when he confesses in the future…
Touching her thighs, slightly wet but semen-free, her mouth and chest clean, she'd ventured to "imaginary time"—unreachable from past or future, existing only in her fantasy.
So that's semen's taste… Salty, fishy, hot, sticky… Addictive… I felt like I drank so much… My chest, legs, feet, pussy, ass, filled with his love…
Qiong, retaining those memories, writhed, sucking her fingers, lost in recollection.
Kagura's "Variable Semen" ability could match her preferred taste, but she craved his natural flavor, perhaps stronger than usual.
Kagura was utterly baffled.
Past 7 PM, April 23, with light rain outside, he'd parted with Qiong ten minutes ago, halfway through The Irish Lover on piano, when—
The system announced: "You've earned 100 points. Redeem a Golden Apple?"
Panicked, he wondered where these points came from—exactly 100, supposedly from specific women. Could playing piano earn them?
Without hesitation, he entered the system space.
A white void with only himself, naked, he asked, "What's with those 100 points?"
"System analyzing… Result: You earned 100 points."
"??? So what happened?"
"System time error, unable to answer."
"Huh?"
Stunned, even the system couldn't explain. He recalled no recent sex triggering points, only with Saki, who didn't count.
"Anything else odd besides the 100 points?"
"You acquired [Complete Penetration], a 5% female sensitivity potion, and copied a mysterious ability from Lady X."
"I'm…"
Reading the floating text, Kagura laughed bitterly.
Unbeknownst to him, Qiong faced a looming issue.
He'd used Slay Red Dragon in that void time, affecting her soul via the system. Though her body remained "virgin," free of semen, she'd never menstruate again.
Normally, both knowing it was him wouldn't raise issues, but without his void-time memory, while Qiong recalled their passion, the Red Dragon's effect—"she won't suspect, but will credit Kagura"—meant she'd think he caused her amenorrhea.
Did he get me pregnant?!
That realization was yet to come; Qiong remained oblivious.
Back to Kagura.
"Who's Lady X? I've no memory of her."
He pressed the system.
"System analyzing… Result: System time error, records lost, unable to answer."
"…"
Kagura silently flipped the system off.
Who could bypass the system like this?
It was recent, ruling out Qiong—too cold to him—Nao, Saki, or Yumiko, who had no need for secrecy. Eriri or Sayuri flashed in his mind.
"No, no, that's too absurd!"
His sister and mother—impossible.
100 points implied ejaculating in throat, chest, vagina, intestines, and feet, consciously triggered, yet he had no memory, nor did the system. Could it be…
What was the copied ability?!
The system noted women yielding 100 points might awaken abilities, copyable after three internal ejaculations. He'd unknowingly done this with someone, covering her sensitive areas.
"System, what's the copied ability?"
"System parsing… System time error, parsing failed. Please try it yourself."
"What can you do…?"
The absurdity of acting without memory was maddening, and the system's lack of records baffled him. Noticing "system time" in errors, he wondered if the ability was time-related.
But past events should be remembered. He'd only slept with two women; what did this mystery woman do?
"System, how many women have I slept with?"
"Strictly, three: Hayasaka Ai, Kawasaki Saki, and Lady X."
"When did I sleep with Lady X?"
"System time error, records lost, unable to answer."
"Where?"
"System time error, records lost, unable to answer."
"…You're useless."
"You have 100 points. Redeem a Golden Apple?"
"No, I need to know who first. Don't ask again; I'll remember."
Irritated, Kagura dismissed the system, returning to his piano bench.
Pausing his playing, he pushed back the stool, stretched, yawned, and strode to the bright floor-to-ceiling window.
Despite the inky clouds and slanting rain blurring the glass, he opened it, breathing the damp air. After a long pause, he grumbled, "Motherfucker, I got played by a woman??"
Though he seemed to gain, the lack of memory irked him.
"Ah… I want to talk to Nao…"
Closing the window, he muttered glumly.
But Nao was likely in class with the old nun, no chance for heart-to-hearts.
That night, April 23, Kagura tried various unusual actions to trigger Lady X's copied ability, to no avail.
It was tough, as the trigger was "urinating outside a toilet," a habit Qiong's sink-squatting stress relief uniquely enabled.
Awake near midnight, drowsy but persistent, he called, "System, check-in."
"Check-in failed. You've checked in today."
Unaware he'd checked in during the void time at 5 AM, April 23, he balked, "Me?? When?"
"Query failed, system time error."
"Alright, I'm pretty sure the copied ability's time-based."
Dropping it, he collapsed into sleep, feeling a treasure chest lay before him, key in hand, yet unfindable.
April 24, Qiong's birthday.
7:30 AM.
Kagura, tying his tie casually, strolled to the dining room, greeted by maids' "Good morning, Master Kagura," which he returned.
The spacious corridor's crystal chandelier gleamed under sunlight, wooden decor exuding a faint woody scent. Glancing sideways, he saw dew-laden roses in the garden through clear windows, awakening to greet the day.
At a corner, a shrill scream pierced his right ear—from Eriri's room.
Not Eriri's voice, but Qiong's.
"Eek—!! Stay away!! Waaah—!!"
Her cries, desperate, suggested imminent assault.
Kagura, immortal and confident in his combat skills, sprinted toward Eriri's room as maids froze at the staircase.
"Hey, Qiong—! What's wrong?!"
Not waiting, he slammed the door open, fists ready for an ambush.
Bang! The heavy white door hit the wall, revealing Qiong in a sheer silver nightdress, "bare" before him.
Her left hand sprayed some canister wildly, her damp, uncombed hair flying as she darted like a pursued sprite. No suspicious figures appeared; his "Nine-Word Mantra" ability detected no spirits. Her knee-high nightdress flared, flashing her white legs and tantalizing glimpses beneath, a feast for his eyes… or not?
Qiong whirled, tossed the canister, and charged, slapping him hard with a Smack!!
Kagura took it, unflinching.
"Hiss…" Retreating, he rubbed his cheek, muttering, "Qiong, what's wrong with you?"
"Mosquito…" Qiong, peeved, scratched her left leg with her left hand, showing her right palm. "Look… mosquito."
A stark bloodstain marked her palm, a mosquito's corpse twitching, dead.
"What, just a mosquito…?"
Kagura sighed, feeling foolish.
He recalled a Dream of the Red Chamber scene: maids reveling in怡红院, ignoring Jia Baoyu's knocks, only Qingwen hearing, rushing to open the door, only to be kicked over by an irate Baoyu, mocked by Qingwen.
"Mm…" Qiong frowned, shaking her right hand, lifting her nightdress with her left to scratch two welts near her thigh's root, muttering, "Got bitten sleeping… Hate it…"
Her thigh exposed, her pubic mound faintly visible, Kagura mused that a fall from her slap would've gifted him a view up her dress.
But he wasn't that frail.
Qiong's unconscious skirt-lifting to show her bites was irresistibly provocative, unaware of its allure in his eyes.
For that moment, he'd compose her a song.
Yet Qiong thought: Is lifting my skirt like this lewd? Are you aroused, Kagura? Want to pin me on Eriri's bed and ravish me…? I was wet all night, sleepless, my pussy's ready for you…
Without his void-time memory, Kagura saw her as his troublesome sister, not a confessed lover.
"Miss Qiong, are you okay?" Maids arrived. Qiong dropped her skirt, expressionless. "Fine, just chased by a mosquito… Anyone have a disinfectant wipe?"
Grabbing a wipe, the maids dispersed. Kagura, noting the early hour, entered Eriri's room, picking up Qiong's discarded spray.
"No-wash… hair mask?!" Laughing, he shook the bottle, turning. "Qiong, this won't work on mosquitoes."
"Ugh… I had no choice…" She glanced back, lifting her skirt to scratch the itchy bites. "So itchy… Why so itchy?"
"Where's the electric mosquito repellent? Not using it?"
"The one in Eriri's room broke, so I lent her mine. Who knew I'd get swarmed overnight… Ugh, awful. Don't even want to go to school, especially on such a special day."
Qiong tossed her hair, heading to her small room.