Third POV
"Honami-chan, come to my room. There's something I need to tell you," Takashi said into the phone.
At the same time, Arisu was on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him eagerly.
The moment he tried to speak properly, she deliberately bobbed her head deeper, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft, sucking even harder just to tease him.
The naughty girl wanted to show off, wanted to flex her control while he was on the line with his sister.
Takashi's grip tightened on the phone, his voice straining as pleasure coursed through him.
He growled low in his throat, biting back a moan, glaring down at Arisu with the kind of look that promised punishment.
She blinked up at him with those mischievous eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, challenging him to break.
On the other side of the call, Honami's worried voice reached him. "Brother, are you alright? You sound… strange. Are you sick?"
Poor, innocent girl. She had no idea that her beloved brother wasn't sick at all, he was getting his cock milked by another woman right at that moment, tongue and throat wrapped tight around him.
Takashi forced himself to keep his voice steady, though his cock was twitching from the wet suction.
"No… I'm fine, Honami. Just come quickly," he commanded curtly before ending the call.
The moment the phone clicked shut, his eyes snapped back to Arisu, blazing with anger and lust. "You asked for this, Arisu."
Without hesitation, he grabbed her head with both hands and forced her down onto his cock.
Arisu gagged as he shoved himself deeper into her throat, thrusting in and out with no mercy, using her mouth as nothing more than a tight hole to fuck.
Her lips stretched around him, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth, her throat bulging as he face-fucked her hard and relentless.
Every thrust was rough, punishing, meant to teach her not to play games with him.
Meanwhile, in the privacy of her own room, Honami's expression had changed.
The naïve, caring sister vanished, replaced by something darker.
Her face was shadowed, her eyes empty yet burning with twisted obsession as she whispered broken words to herself. "Brother… I'll never forgive you. And that woman, that shameless vixen… how dare she? I was always willing to step aside, to give in to their relationship, to be the quiet sister. But this time… she's stolen everything. She's taken everything too far. I'll never forgive either of them. Brother belongs to me. Mine… mine alone."
Arisu's little act of teasing had done more than just fluster Takashi, it had awakened something dangerous inside Honami.
Her jealousy ignited, her possessiveness flared beyond reason.
Slowly, she began to dress herself in her school uniform, buttoning the blouse and fixing the skirt with trembling hands.
The innocent Honami was gone; in her place stood a girl ready to seduce her own brother, determined to reclaim his lust and attention.
When she finally looked into the mirror, a dark smirk played at her lips before it faded back into her usual blank, naïve mask.
With her disguise of innocence firmly in place, she stepped out of her room and quietly made her way toward Takashi's chamber where he was still mercilessly using Arisu's throat.
When Honami arrived, she stepped into the room slowly, moving cautiously as if she knew nothing.
She pretended to be ignorant, even though deep inside her chest burned with jealousy and anger.
The sight of her own brother with Arisu was already enough to tear at her, but she forced herself to act calm.
Takashi didn't even bother to look at her at first. His attention was fixed entirely on Arisu, whose throat he was using without restraint.
His cock slid in and out of her mouth, rough and merciless, wet noises echoing in the room.
Only then, while still enjoying himself, did he greet his sister casually. "Honami… what do you think? My girlfriend already approved of our relationship. We don't have to hide it from her anymore."
His words were calm, but his eyes betrayed him when he glanced at Honami.
He gulped hard.
She was no longer in her usual casual clothes.
Instead, she had slipped into a school uniform, a short skirt riding high up her thighs, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease.
The image hit him like a punch, his sister dressed like that, face pure like an angel, but body sinful like a devil, curves that screamed temptation.
"I don't mind, brother," Honami said quietly, her voice tinged with a strange acceptance. "Since she already agreed, what else can I even say?"
She moved closer, slowly unbuttoning her uniform as if she was undressing for him.
When she reached Arisu, who was on her knees choking on his cock, Honami knelt behind her.
Her hand gently stroked Arisu's lilac hair, fingers combing through with surprising tenderness.
Takashi slowed for a moment, watching them with a conflicted, questioning look.
Honami caught his eyes and spoke softly, almost in a whisper. "I just want to comfort her. She looks like she's in pain with the way you're treating her so roughly."
It was true. He had been forcing his cock down Arisu's throat until she gagged. For Honami, it was harsh, punishing.
But Takashi only shook his head and gave a small laugh.
"Don't worry, sister. This is just punishment for teasing you over the phone like that."
With that, he grabbed Arisu's head again and pushed deeper, thrusting hard.
Her throat bulged as he fucked her face relentlessly.
Wet gagging filled the air, and finally he spilled himself deep inside, dumping every drop of semen into her throat.
Arisu coughed violently, tears at the corners of her eyes, humiliated by being treated like this in front of Honami.
Still, she swallowed it all, glaring up at him through her messy, tear-streaked face.
Her voice was hoarse but sharp. "Takashi-kun… I'm your queen, not your whore. Do that again, and I'll leave you."
Takashi sighed, reaching down to stroke her wet lilac hair, fingers tender despite the roughness from moments before. "Sorry, my love. But you should treat my sister with respect. I know I made too big a deal out of the situation… but there are lines we shouldn't cross."
Hearing this, Honami felt the anger and possessiveness in her chest loosen, swept away by the same gentleness that had always defined her brother.
She looked at him, her expression softening.
In her heart, she sighed quietly.
Brother was still as gentle as ever…
Arisu lowered her head, still trembling a little. "I'm sorry, Takashi-kun. And… I'm sorry to you too, Honami. I didn't mean to go that far."
Since her brother had already spoken and taken the role of mediator between them, Honami knew it would look petty of her to keep holding onto anger.
She exhaled softly, letting the stiffness in her shoulders melt away.
"No problem, brother," she answered gently.
Her gaze then shifted downward. Arisu was still kneeling in front of him, cheeks wet with tears, strands of hair stuck to her face.
Her mouth glistened with saliva, and streaks of Takashi's cum smeared across her lips and chin.
Honami's heart softened against her better judgment.
She reached out, her fingers brushing delicately over Arisu's skin, cleaning away the mess with a careful touch.
"How about we start over completely?" Honami asked, her voice carrying that soft, almost sisterly sweetness. "Let's rebuild this properly, make our relationship something deeper, something more wholesome."
"Thank you, sister-in-law." Arisu nodded quickly, her voice carrying relief, her expression brightening with a cuteness that contrasted with the lewd mess she was in.
Takashi watched the scene with satisfaction curling in his chest.
The tension between them was dissolving, at least on the surface.
And then, for the first time, both girls knelt together before him.
The two girls glanced at each other briefly, tension still hidden in their eyes, but without another word they leaned toward Takashi together.
Their tongues began to work in unison. Honami dragged hers slowly along the thick root of his cock, licking upward with deliberate care, while Arisu flicked her tongue over the swollen head before moving lower to cradle and lick his balls.
The wet sounds of their mouths overlapped, saliva coating every inch as they serviced him thoroughly, their rivalry turning into a strange cooperation.
It was almost surreal, the hostility from earlier seemed to vanish as their lips and tongues pressed against him, as though they had silently agreed to share his body for now.
Honami bobbed her head deeper, sucking him off with steady rhythm, while Arisu teased and worshipped his balls, her tongue gliding and circling as if she wanted to prove she could pleasure him just as much.
Takashi sank deeper into the futon, his body trembling with raw pleasure.
The sight of both girls kneeling before him, sharing his cock, was everything he had fantasized about.
A harem, not just a dream anymore, but the beginning of something real.
To Takashi, it was paradise, two beautiful women competing fiercely for his cock, both pouring themselves into the act of pleasuring him.
Yet under that peaceful and intimate atmosphere, the fire of rivalry between them flared hotter and hotter, invisible but undeniable.
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