Kikyo's face was a ruin of tears and humiliated red blotches.
Her breathing came in small, hitching gasps as she sat collapsed on the edge of her bed, her shoulders trembling under the heavy, suffocating weight of Ren's dark presence.
Ren stood over her, his sharp crimson eyes slowly taking in every single detail of the broken sight before him.
He didn't rush.
His gaze drifted down from her tear-streaked face to the delicate line of her throat, where a thin sheen of nervous sweat glistened against her pale skin.
Further down, her shredded blouse hung off her arms like useless rags, fully exposing the soft, generous swell of her chest.
The white bra offered almost no protection against his cold scrutiny.
The thin fabric strained against her form, revealing the distinct, darkened circles of her hardened nipples pushing tightly against the material.
Below her midriff, her pleated skirt had fallen open, leaving nothing to hide her smooth waist, her pale hips, and the soft, blush-pink contours of her private pussy, framed by her smooth, flawless legs that quivered uncontrollably on the mattress.
To anyone else, Kikyo Kushida was the unreachable, popular middle school idol.
To Ren, she was a completely bare, shattered rude slutty sister waiting to be rewritten.
Ren reached down, his fingers slowly tracing the line of her trembling jaw before sliding down her throat, feeling the rapid, frantic flutter of her pulse.
"You did well, Kikyo," Ren whispered smoothly, his voice laced with absolute authority.
"You sacrificed your pride to save your sweet, angelic reputation. But this was only the first step."
Kikyo squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh tear sliding down her flushed cheek. "R-Ren... please..."
"No begging," Ren cut her off cleanly, his voice flat and absolute.
He reached down and unbuckled the belt of his uniform trousers, popping the top button open with practiced ease.
Stepping directly between her parted knees, he looked down at her bent head.
"Now... undo my pants."
Kikyo flinched as if struck.
Her crimson eyes snapped open, wide with shock and horror as she looked up at her twin brother's impassive, demanding face.
The sheer absurdity and humiliation of the request made her throat catch, her dark, prideful instincts desperately scrambling for purchase against the overwhelming weight of his presence.
"Hesitation again?" Ren murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Should I get my phone back out and dial Mom's number right now?"
The mention of our parents acted like an instant leash. The flame of defiance inside her was violently extinguished, replaced by a cold wave of terror.
Her trembling fingers fumbled helplessly against the metal buckle of his trousers.
Every clink of the belt loop felt like a physical strike against what little remained of her dignity.
The cold room air hit her exposed skin, but inside, her face burned with a suffocating, deep crimson heat.
Ren didn't move an inch.
He simply stood above her, his shadow swallowing her completely as he watched her breakdown with cold, calculating patience.
With her hands shaking violently, Kikyo unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the top of his uniform trousers.
Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers reached for the zipper.
She hesitated for a split second, her lower lip trembling, before slowly pulling the chain down.
Zip.
The moment the track cleared, the pressure was released, and a heavy, thick length sprang free from the dark fabric of his underwear.
Even in its half-limp state, it measured a solid six inches, possessing a thick, pulsing cock that immediately commanded attention.
Kikyo's crimson eyes widened in absolute shock. Her breath hitched, her jaw slanting open as she stared at his dick from just inches away.
She had never seen a boy's body up close, let alone something like this.
Her twin brother, the quiet, immaculate scholar who always seemed reserved and controlled in public, carried an imposing physical presence that completely shattered her expectations.
The sheer scale of it sent a sharp wave of primitive, instinctive fear shooting straight to her core.
'This... this...' her mind screamed in panic. 'How is he... why is he like this...?'
Her hands stilled, hovering in mid-air near his waist in total hesitation and inner defiance.
"What's with the hesitation?" Ren asked, his voice smooth and devoid of any warmth.
"Don't tell me it's your first time touching a dick. You were always showing off your body to those boys like a trained slut at school."
The words hit her like a physical blow, slicing cleanly through her crumbling defense.
"I—I wasn't—!" Kikyo choked out, her voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over her lashes.
"I never... I was just being nice to them! I never let anyone touch me!"
"Nice?" Ren let out a soft, mocking exhale, stepping a fraction of an inch closer so the head of his cock lightly brushed against her trembling cheek.
"You flashed your fake smiles, let them stare at your chest, and fed off their pathetic attention to build your little kingdom.
You played the sweet, accessible girl to get whatever you wanted. But now that mask is shattered, Kikyo. The only one left to give you attention is me."
He reached down, grabbing her right wrist with a firm, inescapable grip, and forced her pale, delicate hand forward until her palm wrapped directly around his thick, warm cock.
Kikyo gasped sharply, her body lurching as the smooth skin and throbbing warmth sent an electric shock straight through her nerve endings.
The heat radiating from his dick was intense, making her fingers quiver against her will.
"Feel that?" Ren whispered, his tone terrifyingly quiet as he released her wrist, leaving her hand pinned to his cock by her own sheer terror.
"This is where your fake reputation led you. Now start moving your hand, or I pull out my phone right now and let Mom and Dad hear every single word of this."
Kikyo squeezed her eyes shut, a pathetic, defeated whimpering sound escaping her throat.
The terror of her parents finding out, combined with the suffocating pressure of his presence, broke the final thread of her defiance.
With her lower lip caught between her teeth, her small, soft hand began to move, slowly stroking up and down the length of his dick.
Her rhythm was frantic, uncoordinated, and utterly clumsy.
Having never touched a guy before, her small hand gripped his dick with an awkward, rigid tightness, moving up and down in uneven, jerky motions.
Her palms were slick with cold sweat, her knuckles stiff as she desperately tried to speed through the motion just to get it over with.
Ren stood unbothered, enjoying the sight of her complete degradation. He stepped closer, filling her vision entirely, and reached down with both hands.
His fingers slid beneath the torn edges of her blouse, cupping the warm, exposed flesh of her breasts.
The moment his palms made contact, the sheer contrast hit him.
Despite her rotten, venomous interior, her body was undeniably exquisite.
Her chest felt heavenly, insanely soft, impossibly plush, and overflowing in his grip like warm silk.
He squeezed firmly, molding her supple breasts in his hands, thumbing the delicate, hardened buds of her nipples through the thin bra.
"Ah—!" Kikyo gasped, an involuntary shudder shooting through her spine.
She snapped her head up, her flushed face twisting into an expression of raw, helpless disgust.
Her bloodshot crimson eyes glared up at him, burning with an intense, poisonous hatred. Her lip curled inward, her stomach churning as she felt his hands ruthlessly enjoying her body while her own hand remained trapped, stroking his thick, warm cock.
"That look in your eyes, Kikyo," Ren murmured, completely unbothered by her burning gaze as he pressed deeper into her soft flesh, kneading her chest with slow, heavy pressure.
"Keep holding onto that hatred. It makes breaking you so much sweeter."
The disgust in her eyes flickered with a sudden wave of fear, but her desperation to end the humiliation won out.
She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw burned, accelerating her hand movements up and down his dick.
'Faster. Just finish. Just get it over with,' her mind chanted in a frantic loop.
She pumped her hand furiously, ignoring the friction against her delicate skin, her large, plush breasts bouncing helplessly in his grip with every jerk of her arm.
Tears continued to spill over her lashes, tracing down her hot cheeks, but she didn't dare stop.
She surrendered her body completely, trapped between the humiliating sensation of his dick in her palm and his hands shamelessly taking whatever he wanted from her chest.