I navigated the labyrinthine halls of the Valerius estate, leaving the heavy, suffocating aura of the North Wing behind.
Surviving consecutive encounters with the First and Second Mothers felt exactly like clearing two high-level boss fights back to back. My mental stamina was stretched thin, but I was incredibly satisfied with the massive hoard of Taboo Points I had just farmed.
Opening the heavy oak door to my private quarters, I was looking forward to exactly ten minutes of uninterrupted silence to review my new system stats.
That expectation vanished the absolute moment I stepped inside.
Waiting for me right in the center of my massive four-poster bed was my younger stepsister, Elara.
At eighteen years old, the Third Daughter of House Valerius was the exact opposite of the cold, calculating monsters who ran this estate.
She possessed soft, dark hair and large, expressive dark eyes that immediately lit up the second I walked into the room.
Right now, she was wearing a simple, translucent white silk nightgown, clutching one of my pillows against her slender frame.
"I heard you got summoned by both the First mother and Second mother today," she rambled, her dark eyes wide with concern as I walked closer.
"Did they yell at you? Did First Mother punish you for falling into the ravine?"
The original Kael would have lowered his head, nervously stammering to avoid her probing questions. But I simply kicked off my boots and sat down right next to her on the edge of the mattress.
"No, Elara," I replied smoothly, giving her a reassuring, completely fabricated smile. "The Mothers and I simply had a polite conversation. There was no punishment."
Elara let out a heavy sigh of relief, instantly throwing her arms tightly around my torso. She hugged me like a giant, comfortable plush toy, burying her face into my chest. But her worry was not entirely gone.
She tilted her head up, resting her chin against my shirt. "Then what about Dad? I saw the guards take you to his study before you saw the Mothers. Why did he summon you? Did he do anything to you?"
"Not exactly," I said, looking down at her anxious face.
"He just finalized my schedule. I am being sent to the capital in exactly fourteen days and a political marriage with an imperial princess was arranged for me to make connection."
Elara froze. The concerned words died instantly in her throat as her dark eyes rounded in sheer disbelief.
She slowly pulled back just enough to look at me properly. A sudden, heavy pout formed on her lips, and a clear flash of raw, possessive jealousy completely overtook her expression.
"Brother... does that mean you will go away from here?" she whined, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.
"No! You cannot marry yet! I won't let some random princess take you away from me!"
Her intense, clingy jealousy brought a genuine, amused smile to my face. She really was completely obsessed with her brother.
Looking down at her, a brief memory flashed through my mind.
On some nights, when the bullying from our older brothers grew too harsh or she simply wanted comfort, Elara would sneak into my quarters.
She would completely hog up the entire sleeping space, stretching out across the mattress with her soft dark hair sprawled out over the pillows in a cute, chaotic mess. She had always treated my room as her ultimate safe haven.
I reached out, gently catching a soft strand of her dark hair between my fingers, slowly tracing it down to tuck it behind her delicate ear.
"And why can't I marry, Elara?" I whispered softly.
The moment my bare skin brushed against her jawline while holding that strand of hair, my passive skill woke up.
Electrifying Touch.
A sudden, highly concentrated jolt of magical current surged directly from my palm and sank straight into her spine.
Elara gasped loudly. Her sweet voice cut off instantly as the euphoric, magical heat completely bypassed her thin clothes.
Because she was only at the 2nd Circle and lacked any defensive cultivation, she had absolutely zero resistance against my specialized touch.
The raw pleasure hit her nervous system like a freight train, completely flooding her lower half with a heavy, pooling warmth.
Her entire slender frame began to shudder violently against mine, entirely consumed by an alien, liquid heat. The jealous, bratty pout completely vanished from her dark eyes, melting instantly into a glassy, unfocused haze of pure, desperate lust.
She tightened her hug around my waist desperately. Her delicate fingers dug fiercely into my shirt just to anchor herself as warm, dizzying waves rolled through her stomach and pooled heavily between her thighs.
"Brother..." she whimpered softly, her breath hot, shallow, and completely erratic against my neck. "What... what is this feeling? I want it more..."
The old Kael would have panicked at her scandalous request. But to me, her mindless desperation was nothing more than an open invitation to completely maximize my daily profits.
Why stop at a mere taste when the system was practically begging me to farm her for everything she was worth?
"If you want it so badly, Elara," I murmured, a slow, predatory smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Then hold still."
Instead of releasing her, I wrapped my arm firmly around her slender waist, pulling her flush against my chest.
I placed my other hand flat against the sensitive curve of her lower spine. Before her hazy mind could even register the shift in my posture, I internally commanded the system to execute the skill over and over again.
Electrifying Touch. x10.
In rapid succession, I triggered the passive skill ten times in a row, sending consecutive, high-frequency shockwaves of deeply euphoric mana straight into her defenseless nervous system.
"Ah... Ahhh!"
Elara's eyes instantly went wide. A sharp, breathless cry tore from her throat as the sheer volume of raw, addictive pleasure hit her all at once like a raging tidal wave. Her back arched violently against my hand, her chest thrusting tightly against mine.
Every single consecutive pulse amplified the searing, desperate heat swirling deep within her core. Her breathing turned into wet, ragged gasps.
By the fifth pulse, her entire body was twitching, her fingers ripping at the fabric of my shoulders. By the eighth, her bare toes curled tightly beneath the silk nightgown, her mind completely blanking out under the relentless, pleasurable assault.
Finally, on the tenth simultaneous pulse, a sudden, intense shiver rippled through her entire frame.
Elara let out a loud, broken cry as a highly concentrated wave of physical release violently crashed over her. Her hips jerked instinctively against the mattress.
Splaaat!
The sheer intensity of the climax completely overwhelmed her body, causing a heavy, uncontrolled gush of clear moisture to spray forward violently from between her thighs.
Squuuirt! Slshhh!
The fluid drenched her white silk nightgown instantly, splashing directly onto the hardwood floor below in a wet, heavy puddle.
Her entire body went completely slack. The intense, erratic twitching in her limbs faded away, leaving her chest heaving as she melted like a puddle of wax against my chest, her senses utterly short-circuited by the sudden explosion of raw pleasure.
The blue system screens began flashing rapidly in my vision, stacking up like a casino jackpot.
[ Target: Third Stepsister Elara (Youngest Daughter of House Valerius) ]
[ Condition: Full Physical Release Achieved via Mana Overload ]
[ Skill 'Electrifying Touch' triggered x10 consecutively. ]
[ +100 Taboo Points generated from rapid physical stimulation. ]
[ +20 Bonus Taboo Points generated for shattering target's mental defenses. ]
[ Total Gained: 120 Taboo Points ]
[ Current Balance: 260 Taboo Points ]
My eyes gleamed with absolute satisfaction. Nearly three hundred points in a single evening. The system shop was going to provide some incredible upgrades tonight.
I let the residual magical current fade away completely. Elara slumped heavily against me, panting in shallow, wet bursts. Her pale face was entirely flushed a brilliant, deep crimson, and a light sheen of sweat coated her collarbones.
She looked completely ruined, as if her soul had temporarily left her body.
I leaned down close to her burning ear, letting my deep voice drop into a low, authoritative whisper.
"I will help you feel it again," I murmured gently, capturing her completely shattered gaze.
"But remember, it will have to be our absolute secret. No one can ever know about this, or else I won't let you sleep in my room ever again."
Elara blinked slowly, the heavy threat of losing her ultimate comfort zone finally cutting through her pleasure-induced trance. She swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she looked up at my glowing red eyes with a mixture of intense, craving awe and deep submissive fear.
"I... I promise, Brother," she stammered, her voice incredibly soft, needy, and entirely devoid of her usual energetic bounce.
Weakly, she scrambled off the bed, her slender legs visibly shaking and buckling beneath her weight. She practically crawled toward the door, clutching the front of her wrinkled, thoroughly soaked silk nightgown.
Fumbling blindly with the iron lock, she finally managed to rip the heavy wood open and fled down the dark hallway without daring to look back.
I watched the door click shut, leaning back against my pillows with a highly amused smile.
The Matriarchs were going to be my powerful shields against the upcoming political marriage, but Elara was officially my most lucrative, deeply addicted source of income.
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