I don't know how much time passed, it felt like we had fought a fierce and exhausting battle.
Shen Youyi collapsed beneath me, her skin flushed pink from the afterglow of her orgasm. She seemed to have lost all her strength, her body limp and weak, only able to breathe shallowly. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a dazed, satisfied, and exhausted silly smile playing on her lips.
The room was filled with a strong, pungent, and distinctive fishy smell, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, along with a faint, rusty odor of blood, which made one feel somewhat dazed.
The sheets were a mess from what we'd done to them; damp stains mixed with glaring red and sticky white, making it look like a complete disaster.
I was panting heavily, looking at my younger sister who had been fucked to the point of ecstasy. The lust in my heart was completely released, leaving only an empty exhaustion and a trace of... Damn, I really fucked her?
That feeling.
My penis slowly softened and slid out of her pink, wet, muddy, red and swollen vulva, which I had already explored, with a soft "pop" sound.
More thick, white foam, mixed with semen and blood, gushed out, accumulating between her thighs and the sheets, creating a sticky mess.
No, I have to clean this up. This scene looks like a crime scene. What if Mom really comes back early...? I shuddered and didn't dare to think about it.
I sat up, supporting my aching back, and looked at Shen Youyi, who looked completely exhausted, and sighed resignedly. I reached out and patted her smooth cheek: "Youyou? Can you move?"
"Hmm... Hmm..." She hummed a few meaningless syllables through her nose, her eyes were unfocused, her small mouth was slightly open as she breathed, and her huge breasts, which I had pinched and bitten until they were covered with red marks, rose and fell with her breath.
Well, in this state, forget about taking care of yourself.
I got out of bed, my penis, which had just ejaculated, was still half-erect and covered in various fluids, looking filthy. I wasn't much better off; my chest was covered in red scratches from her.
He bent down, and with a swift movement, scooped the person up.
Shen Youyi was as soft as a boneless snake. With a soft moan, she automatically wrapped herself around my neck, her whole body burning hot.
The areas where our skin touched felt slippery; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or something else.
I held her naked body in my arms, kicked aside the clothes scattered on the floor, and headed straight for the bathroom.
The cold tile floor made her shiver, and she became a little more awake, looking at me with hazy eyes.
I gently placed her on the toilet seat.
Her legs were still slightly parted, and the chaotic battlefield unflinchingly displayed the madness that had just transpired.
She seemed to feel something flowing down inside her body and twisted her waist uncomfortably.
"Sit still, let me clean you up." My voice was a little hoarse, and I tried my best to sound normal.
I knelt on one knee in front of her, my line of sight level with the center of her slightly parted legs.
The little hole that had been forcibly violated was swollen into a ripe pink peach, and the opening was still contracting and opening, like a greedy little mouth, slowly oozing out a white fluid mixed with my thick semen and a small amount of blood.
He reached out, not to wipe her, but to directly drain the contents inside.
With one hand supporting her rounded knees, he gently parted them to the side, allowing her to open up further.
He used his knee to push her legs apart, stabilizing her position. His other hand then reached out directly!
With my fingertips I gently parted the two plump labia minora, still covered in white foam and slightly everted, making the wet, muddy scene even clearer.
One finger—my index finger—cleanly and decisively, with an undeniable force, directly shoved into her newly opened, warm, wet, and extremely tight opening!
"Ah...!" Shen Youyi's body trembled violently, and she let out a short, painful, and uncomfortable cry, her slender eyebrows furrowing.
When I put my finger in, it felt completely different. It was tighter inside than when my penis came in, wet and hot, like wearing the softest, hottest flesh sheath.
My fingertips immediately felt the incredibly large amount of thick liquid inside. There was so much; it felt like my entire knuckle was coated in sticky semen.
I used the pad of my index finger as a scraper, bending my knuckles and making small movements. I started slowly and patiently scraping outwards along the inner wall of her warm cavity, like scraping milk foam.
"Hmm... Uh... Brother..." Shen Youyi's voice changed, no longer simply expressing pain.
This process was so fucking erotic. The fingers gently scraped inside with a clear purpose, each movement precisely rubbing against the tender inner flesh that was especially sensitive after being broken.
After the slight pain, there are waves of fine, dense itching and pleasure from the scratching caused by the foreign object.
Her eyes, which had been swollen from being fucked, welled up with tears again, and she let out soft, whimpering moans like a kitten.
Her body tried to pull away, but I held her knees firmly in place, forcing her to passively endure the stirring of my fingers in her most intimate area.
"Gently...gently...ah...inside...it feels so...so strange..." She twisted her slender waist that was being held down, as if she was aggrieved or comfortable. The tender flesh between her legs contracted uncontrollably, squeezing my fingers, trying to squeeze them out, yet also as if she couldn't bear to.
"Don't pinch, let it out," I commanded in a hoarse voice, my fingers continuing their work, deliberately scraping her sensitive spot.
"Ah—! No...don't touch there!" She instantly raised her head, her neck taut in a beautiful arc, letting out a short, high-pitched whimper, and a small gush of warm liquid gushed out of her vagina.
The amount of semen scraped out by my fingers was outrageous; thick, viscous, milky-white, cloudy liquid, guided by my fingers, splattered into the toilet water with muffled thuds.
I pulled my fingers out, then inserted them again, repeating the scraping motion.
I mechanically scraped for about four or five minutes, with my fingers going in and out, until it was all clean.
Shen Youyi was also exhausted from my "cleaning" and was panting heavily. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her face was flushed with an unusual blush, and her eyes were misty with a hazy look. She hummed and leaned softly against the toilet tank.
Looking at the red and swollen valley below her smooth abdomen, a sudden "ding" went through my mind—Damn! Tagging system!
Why didn't I think of that before? We could have put a "Can't Get Pregnant" sticker on her! That would have been amazing!
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I acted immediately.
(Taking Shen Youyi as: [Cannot get pregnant])
A cold system message popped up: "[Command Restricted: Target tag is cooling down. Please try again later.]"
Huh? What does that mean? Cooling down? I was stunned.
I quickly checked the system rules and sure enough, I caught a glimpse of a line of almost transparent light text in the corner: [Applying emotional guidance labels to others requires a period of mental imprinting (usually 3-7 days), during which time similarity labels cannot be stacked or changed].
Damn! So there's this restriction! No wonder she didn't react when I put the "Obsessed with Brother" sticker on her before, but then it exploded. Turns out she needs time to process it? And right after I put this sticker on her, I can't put any others on her.
Damn! This is a rip-off!
What about myself? Surely I can stick it on myself? Let's give it a try!
(It labels itself: "It won't make anyone pregnant")
Success! A flash of golden light, and instantly I felt as if an invisible rule enveloped the depths of my lower abdomen, a mysterious "barrier" surrounding the bag storing my offspring.
It's done! From now on, we can... no, we should say we're safe.
As for when it will be canceled? We'll see. At least for now, there's no need to worry about anyone getting killed. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned my attention back to the present.
Seeing Shen Youyi slumped against the toilet, her eyes glazed over, and a trace of clear saliva even clinging to the corner of her mouth, he helplessly picked her up and placed her in the bathtub. He turned on the shower, and warm water cascaded down.
She was completely too weak to move, like a delicate life-size doll.
I had to clean her myself.
As the foam rubbed against her fair, smooth skin and massaged her large, soft breasts, she couldn't help but hum softly.
The water washed over her mons pubis, which I had ravaged and left red and raw. She twisted her body, and it seemed that a little more clear fluid flowed from her vagina. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, letting me do as I pleased.
They pulled her out of the water, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and dried her off.
Then I found her underwear—a set of pink girly underwear with little strawberry patterns—and clumsily dressed her in it.
Next came her short skirt and blouse.
Throughout the entire process, she leaned her head against me with heavy eyelids.
They carried her back to her room and placed her on the girl's bed, which was piled high with plush toys.
Find the hairdryer and, with a buzzing sound, dry her long, black, and wet hair.
Her hair was as soft as the finest silk.
Finally, I covered her with the blanket.
She groggily grabbed my hand, mumbled something like "Brother...likes..." and then fell into a deep sleep.
After finishing here, I quickly went back to my room to clean up the mess. I rolled up the entire, horribly disfigured bed sheet, stuffed it into the washing machine, and poured in about half a bottle of laundry detergent.
I changed the sheets, and the smell in the room dissipated a bit, but I could still faintly detect a fishy, sweet odor. Oh well, I'll open the window to let some fresh air in.
I sat down at my desk and opened the physics test paper.
Looking at those electromagnetic field and force analysis problems, my mind was still replaying the scene from a few hours ago—the infatuated look in Shen Youyi's eyes when she licked my penis, her muffled moans when I ejaculated, and the soft, smooth touch when I held her in my arms... Shaking my head, damn, it's too surreal.
Start working on the problems! Force yourself to focus.