"Aaaaaah!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Yuzu lets out a terrified scream at a jumpscare in the horror movie they’re watching.

She startles so badly she jolts straight into Zaira’s lap, stretched out at the other end of the couch.

"What’s wrong, little Yuzu? Did that clown scare you, and now you’re looking for comfort in my arms?"

"S-Stop talking nonsense — I was just caught off guard, that’s all!"

When Yuzu tries to pull away, Zaira stops her, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Where are you going? Let’s stay like this and watch the movie — that way, when the next jumpscare hits, I’ll catch you if you go flying again."

"I-I told you, I wasn’t scared! It was just a reflex—"

Yuzu cuts herself off mid-sentence when Zaira lifts the hem of her long shirt, raising it almost up beneath her breats.

"W-What the hell are you doing, Zaira?!"

"You’re so damn cute, Yuzu... your petite body, your still budding but already firm little breasts, your smooth, slender thighs, your small, tight little ass, your scent. You’re irresistible..." she murmurs, her voice warm as her tongue trails along Yuzu’s neck.

A shiver runs through Yuzu’s body as Zaira’s tongue glides over her skin.

"I-I already told you I know I’m cute. You don’t have to keep saying it. And I told you to keep your hands down!"

"If you wanted my hands down, you should’ve said so earlier..."

Zaira’s hand slides down. Her fingertips brush over Yuzu’s stomach, then slip lower, easing their way into her panties.

Yuzu flushes instantly, her body heating up as if she’d been out in the sun all day.

"W-When I told you to keep your hands down... that’s not what I meant. F-First you were all over my brother, and now me... y-you’re such a slut!"

"Yes, I am — but tonight, I’m your slut, my little Yuzu..."

Every muscle in her body tenses as Zaira’s fingertips tease her pussy. Her other hand moves up, slipping beneath Yuzu’s shirt, squeezing her breast.

"I-I’m telling you for the last time — let me go, or—"

"Quit pretending you’re annoyed. Your mouth might say one thing, but your cute little pussy, already soaking wet, and your hard nipples say the exact opposite."

"I-It’s just... a natural reaction..."

"Yeah, sure — just like when you jumped into my arms the moment you got the chance. You know what I think, little Yuzu? You weren’t jealous because you thought I wanted your brother — you were jealous because you wanted my attention. And now you’ve got it."

Zaira’s grip on Yuzu’s breast tightens. She squeezes and kneads it firmly while her fingers move inside her.

A muffled moan slips from Yuzu’s lips despite her trying to hold it back, unwilling to prove Zaira right.

"Don’t be ashamed of what your body wants. We’re cousins, after all. And for our kind, desire for one’s own blood is the most natural thing in the world — I’m sure your brother would be happy to see how well we’re getting along. Come on, stop holding back and let yourself go..."

As she speaks, Zaira turns Yuzu’s body, pressing her chest against hers. She slowly pulls off her shirt, and Yuzu doesn’t resist, aside from a few faint, perfunctory whimpers.

After pulling off her loose shirt, she moves on to her pink panties. And once again, Yuzu lets her, leaving herself completely naked.

Zaira’s languid gaze drifts up and down between Yuzu’s small but firm breasts and her smooth, slender pussy.

And as she devours her with her eyes, she undresses as well. She impatiently unhooks her bra and lets it drop off the couch, freeing her full breasts, her nipples hard and tense like stalactites. Then she does the same with her thong.

Zaira starts rubbing her wet pussy against Yuzu’s, just as soaked. She cups her face and pulls her closer until their lips are just a breath apart.

"All these years without even knowing I had a cousin this cute and exciting... it’s time to make up for all the time we’ve lost, little Yuzu."

◇◇◇

As Ren covers the last few meters, the undergrowth opens into a wide clearing at the top of the hill.

At its center lies Iris, curled on her side, and he reaches her in an instant. She’s bound from head to toe with thick nexthal ropes — the ultra-resistant fiber also used to make Monster Slayers’ uniforms.

Her face is pale, and a deep gash cuts across her side, from shoulder to hip. Blood trickles from the wound, as well as from her mouth.

Ren can’t hold it in — he breaks into desperate sobs at the sight of his sister in such critical condition. He kneels beside her, checking her pulse, and feels her heart still beating. Looking closer, he can make out her breathing too, though slow and uneven.

Then Iris slowly parts her eyes — barely managing to keep them open just enough to see her brother’s face.

"F-Forgive me, Ren..." she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I just wanted to protect our family..."

"Don’t try to talk, Iris. I’ll take you home soon, I promise."

"Leaving already?" a voice echoes behind Ren.

He doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is.

"Why are you doing this to us, Axel Volkom?"

"My boss doesn’t like being told no, that’s all. But for your sake, he’s a generous man, so he’s giving you one last chance. Join us, and I’ll have your sister treated right away. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to finish her off — and then kill you too. Think about your little sister Yuzu — she’s already lost her parents. How do you think she’d feel if she lost you and Iris as well? She’d be shattered, I imagine. But she won’t suffer for long — after I’m done with you, I’ll put an end to her suffering too."

"Don’t you ever dare put your filthy mouth on my sisters’ names again."

Ren rises to his feet, turning to face Axel.

"Now open your fucking ears and listen carefully, because I’m the one making you an offer. Disappear for good and tell your boss to do the same — otherwise I’ll kill you first, and then him."

"I see. Looks like diplomacy isn’t your strong suit..."

A blood-forged axe takes shape in Axel’s hand.

"...in that case, there’s no point wasting any more breath on you. Come on, Ren Toya — bring it on!"