Their Way of Love - Chapter 1: Caught (7) (M)

Instinctively, I felt I needed to run away. But Kyle’s actions were faster.

His rough hands, befitting a knight, groped between my spread legs. Then he suddenly spread my tightly closed labia mercilessly.

“When I licked you here yesterday, you came so hard.”

Then he began to ruthlessly press down on the protruding flesh.

“Ungh…”

My body obediently became aroused, my hips squirming. Kyle’s hand moved in circles over my stiff clitoris.

“Ahh… K-Kyle…!”

“Look at you, moaning in pleasure while being forced.”

“You, hah, really…!”

I wanted to protest, but all I could do was try to hold back my moans from his inconsiderate rubbing.

“Hic, hnng, ahh…”

“It was so dry earlier, but now you’re dripping wet and begging to be fucked after just a little touching. You’re so lewd, sis.”

Kyle’s penis pulled out, trailing translucent fluids.

“Feels pretty good for being forced, doesn’t it?”

He looked down at me panting beneath him with a mocking expression.

As he said, how could it not feel good?

He’s more handsome than Korean men, has a great body, is well-endowed, and young.

Except for being family, he’s the perfect man. What reason would I have to refuse?

If you take away the fact that this is a conservative empire and that he and I are siblings, he’d be my number one pick out of all the men I’ve met in my life.

But the problem is that if our relationship is discovered, I, as an adopted daughter, would be severely beaten and permanently exiled from the empire! Honestly, even if I’m enjoying it now, people’s hearts can change at any time!

I don’t want to rely on such uncertainties. If I continue this relationship and get abandoned, the one who will be miserable isn’t Kyle and Hyle with their real Argent bloodline and noble status! It’s me, the adopted daughter!

“Kyyle, please… hic, please pull out…”

Seemingly displeased by my words, Kyle frowned irritably and yanked hard on the leash. My breath was suddenly cut off as my throat constricted slightly. As the oxygen supply was cut off, tears unconsciously leaked out.

“Kuhk, hic…”

Harsh coughing came out along with the tears.

“Ah, should I make it so you can’t play the sis role anymore?”

“Hic, hnng…”

A cold voice pierced my ear sharply.

“Master.”

“…What?”

“Call me Master, Tia.”

“You’re cra- ugh-!”

Before I could protest, Kyle roughly shoved my face into the pillow. As a result, I ended up in a ridiculous position with only my bottom raised high towards him. With the collar on too, I didn’t even want to imagine how absurd I must look right now.

As I flailed about trying to get up, Kyle’s hand pressed down on the back of my head once more.

“What kind of way is that to speak to your master, hm?”

“Hnng… mmph, nng…!”

I kept waving my arms frantically, but Kyle had no intention of letting me go. Instead, he pressed down on my body even more roughly while whispering what he wanted to say.

“Sis.”

A deep, husky voice resonated in my ear. Though the situation was far from it, his voice wasn’t much different from usual.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

“Sis’s pussy is eating up my cock so deliciously, you know? The way it just greedily sucks me in when I thrust, you’re just like a bitch in heat.”

But unlike his gentle voice, the words he spoke were vulgar. Crude words I couldn’t believe were coming from Kyle entered my ears relentlessly.

I kept shaking my head trying to break free, but the physical difference between me and the Sword Master was beyond imagination. There was no way I could escape.

“And you call this a mistake? A one-night fling?”

I couldn’t breathe properly. It was so agonizing I felt I might pass out at any moment. The pillowcase became soaked with my tears.

“I’m going to make sure you can’t live without my cock from now on.”

No sooner had he spoken than his heavy cock began its back-and-forth motion, showing no respect for my feelings.

The thick thing moved, ruthlessly scraping against my inner walls. I could vividly hear the squelching sound of it going in and out of me. His large hands massaged my buttocks, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The dark red weapon relentlessly went in and out between my pale flesh.

Buried in the pillow, I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think straight because of his forceful actions. Just as I was worried I might pass out, Kyle turned me over.

“Puh, haa, huh…, haa…”

I gasped for breath, my face a mess of tears, saliva, and snot. Kyle’s gaze was still cold as he looked at me. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. With my face a wreck, I pleaded with him.

“Kyle, Kyle, Kyyle…, please don’t do this.”

“Too late.”

“Hic, hup…”

“You should call me Master, not Kyle.”

I shook my head in resistance, but it was no use. With a sharp friction sound, my buttocks began to burn. Kyle’s hand struck my buttocks again.

“Bad manners. It’s going to take a long time to train you.”

“Kyle, Kyle…!”

Calling him desperately had no effect at all.

“That’s not it.”

Instead, I was met with Kyle’s unfamiliar gaze. He was utterly indifferent, even as I cried and begged. Only then did I realize he had no intention of listening to me.

“Say it right. I’m not going to be lenient today.”

His rough hand lifted my chin. I had no choice but to meet his eyes. Kyle’s eyes were chillingly scary and terrifying, like a demon’s. My vision was blurred with tears. Kyle gently touched my tear-stained eyes and smiled lewdly.

“Now, you have to serve your Master, Tia.”

The way his eyes curved and the corners of his lips turned up was so innocent that it was hard to believe he was Ira, the one who was forcibly raping his own sister.

I felt his thick glans slowly slipping out of my flesh. Then, with a fierce momentum, it tore through my inner walls again.

“Ah, ugh…!”

The dizzying sensation of penetration made my body convulse. The monstrous thing was so big, it felt like it was reaching the back of my throat. Kyle chuckled and groped my lower abdomen. It felt as if my belly was bulging out in the shape of the cock rammed inside me.

“Seriously, our sister’s pussy is so tight. It’s so tight, but when I shove my cock in, you chew on it like you love it…”

“Haa, hup, hic…”

“You have to answer when Master calls you. Huh? Are you just going to keep crying? You’re only good at crying, whether it’s up top or down below, really.”

Kyle grabbed my hair. It was quite a crude gesture. There was no consideration for me at all. Instinctive fear enveloped my body. My whole body trembled like an aspen.

“Tia.”

“Hngh, sob…”

When I didn’t answer, Kyle slapped my butt again. Smack, the sound echoed sharply in the room.

“Tia.”

A cold voice spoke my name once more. I didn’t want to answer, but my butt throbbed from the hit, and I had no choice but to swallow my sobs and reply.

“Hngh, sob, y-yes…, sob, yes, Master, sob…”

I managed to choke out the words, swallowing my hiccups. Then, Kyle chuckled softly and stroked my hair.

“Good girl, well done. My Tia.”

“Ugh, o-ow, it hurts, it hurts, Master, it hurts…, sniffle, sob.”

Sniffling, I reached out and pushed against Kyle’s chest. I was trying to push away his penis that was ruthlessly piercing my lower body. But it was no use. Kyle only chuckled quietly and didn’t do anything else.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Sob, yes…, it hurts, sob, it hurts, Master.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks endlessly. I didn’t need to see my face to know it must look hideous. Yet, Kyle wore a smile on his face as if he was enjoying the situation.

His thick penis slowly withdrew from my body. As it pulled out with a squelching sound, vaginal fluid dripped down. With the weapon that had been mercilessly stabbing my lower body gone, it became easier to breathe.

“If you listen well, I won’t make it hurt.”

“Sob, sniffle, ugh…”

But that peace was short-lived. Kyle licked my eyes and said,

“Tia, masturbate by yourself.”

For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I had heard and stared up at Kyle dumbly.

“W-what did you just…”

“Masturbate by yourself.”

Before I knew it, he was holding the dildo I had made.

“Shove it in your hole by yourself like you did back then, in front of me.”

The dildo in Kyle’s hand eerily brushed from my vagina to my clitoris. A strange pleasure sent shivers down my spine.

“Ah, should we start with your hand first?”

He pushed me to the edge of the bed and forcibly spread my legs. In an instant, I was exposing my dripping, gaping vagina to Kyle.

Kyle smiled lewdly and said,

“Rub your clit by yourself. With the vaginal fluid you’re squirting out.”

Unlike his gentle voice, the words were vulgar. He leisurely watched me as if he were watching a delightful opera. His gaze, scanning every inch of my naked body, was persistent. The terrible shame from Kyle’s attitude consumed me from head to toe.

“T-that’s a bit…”

“Tia.”

“Hic, sob…”

“Or should I shove it in with my dick? You said it hurt, I let you off because you were whining and crying about how much it hurt, but you can’t even masturbate?”

I couldn’t believe that this was the same Kyle who had been calling me “Sister, Sister” so affectionately just a few days ago. The obedient younger brother was gone, and only a man, no different from a beast, remained by my side, scanning my body with lustful eyes.

Sensing that he had no intention of being lenient any further, I had no choice but to bring my hand to my private area.

Sniffling, I spread the closed flesh with my index and middle fingers. Then, my pink clitoris, not yet aroused, was exposed without reservation. I glanced at Kyle, but he only stared at me with an indifferent face, as if telling me to continue.

“Sob…”

My ears burned with shame. Meanwhile, my vagina was twitching incessantly, leaking clear vaginal fluid. It was happening against my will.

‘I can’t do it.’

I bit my lower lip and didn’t know what to do. Then, as if frustrated by my inaction, Kyle sighed and said,

“Rub your clit with the vaginal fluid flowing from your hole.”

How could I masturbate in front of my younger brother? I couldn’t face him, so I squeezed my eyes shut.

But I knew. Unless Kyle showed mercy, I had to do what he said.

In the end, I resigned myself and, without any resistance, swallowed my sobs and slowly raised my fingers towards my clitoris, smearing them with the vaginal fluid flowing from my hole, as Kyle had instructed.

“Aah…!”

The moment my wet, slippery fingers touched the sensitive spot, a moan escaped my lips. My clitoris, which had not yet been fully aroused, began to turn redder and redder.

“What are you doing? I said rub it.”

Kyle urged me, as if frustrated.

“Can’t you do it?”