Reincarnated With The Degenerate System-Chapter 238: Conspiracy

A deep sigh slipped from my lips. We were not related at all, yet the situation still felt complicated.

Maybe it was wrong to let her keep calling me big brother. Now that habit had turned into my weakness.

I turned toward her, and a soft gasp escaped her lips after my manhood brushed against the soft skin of her stomach.

She flinched. Her eyes widened.

"Is it supposed to be this big?" she asked, her tone very honest.

She did not sound teasing. She sounded serious, and that made me more horny.

Damn it. Now that I could see her whole body, the temptation shot from 100/100 to 1000/100.

I knew my math didn’t add up, but even a math Olympiad champion would probably struggle to think if presented with the cutest girl they could imagine in their dreams.

"It’s... above average." I scratched the back of my head. My actual head..

If anyone thought otherwise, that said more about their dirty mind than mine.

"Is this your first time seeing something like this ?" I asked.

She looked hesitant and guilty. "I watched it once, just for research, but they’re not this big."

How cute. She did that just to figure out how to satisfy me. Man, she was making it damn hard to say no.

"Do you want to think this over again?"

She shook her head strongly.

That look went beyond want. It was not about desire. It was a desperate need to be seen... to be acknowledged.

Her mother’s words had clearly left a mark.

I gently cupped her cheek, my thumb stroking her skin.

"If you’re doing this because you’re afraid that I will leave you, then don’t worry. It won’t happen,"

"It’s part of it. But I’m also in love with you," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

"I keep thinking about you all the time. I get jealous when I see you with other women, and I feel sad when you’re busy and don’t notice me."

Her confession hung in the air. Each word was a piece of her heart, laid bare at my feet.

"Hai-Min, I also like you. But I have a lot of girls, and even if you give yourself to me, I won’t be able to be loyal to you."

Her smile faltered, the light in her eyes dimming. I pressed on, needing her to understand, to see the logic.

"It’s better for you to keep your purity for someone more deserving. You’re pretty enough to get any guy you wanted."

"I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life," She reached up, her small hands caressing my jaw.

"The only time I’ve ever felt safe, ever felt seen, was with you. My mother called me a whore for choosing you." A sad, fierce smile touched her lips. "I don’t care. I want to be yours. "

Her logic was a beautiful, heartbreaking trap. She was trying to reclaim the narrative her mother had forced upon her, to turn an insult into an act of ownership, of love.

I leaned down, my forehead resting against hers. "If this is what you truly want. Then it’s what I want too."

My hands, which had been hanging uselessly at my sides, rose to her waist. My fingers splayed across the small of her back, pulling her flush against me.

The feel of her soft, naked body against my hard manhood was too much.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to taste your lips" I murmured, my voice thick with a hunger I could no longer hide.

"Then do it," she breathed, rising onto her toes to capture my lips.

Guilt? Control? They evaporated like steam.

The protector, the brother, the responsible man—all of them died in that single, searing kiss. All that was left was the raw, primal male who wanted her more than his next breath.

I backed her against the cool tile wall, the water sluicing over both of us. My hands roamed, learning the shape of her, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips.

"You’re so sexy... I can’t believe you were just seventeen yesterday." I cupped her breast, my thumb brushing over the taut peak, and she bit my lips in response.

My hand slid lower, through the slick heat between her legs. She was already wet, and not just from the shower. I found the sensitive bundle of her clitoris.

"Big Brother!" Her head fell back against the tile, a broken moan escaping her lips. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her hips rocking against my hand, seeking more.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice ragged with need. "Brother... please."

I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist.

The tip of my manhood brushed against her slick entrance.

"I’ll make you a woman tonight."

I positioned myself, then slowly inserted my manhood into her, her tight p*ssy parting to accommodate my girth.

"Ahhhhh" a small cry escaped her lips as her barrier gave way, and a single, perfect crimson tear traced a path down her inner thigh.

Her head fell back against the wall, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle another sound.

She cried out again, pained sound that was immediately followed by a moan of pleasure.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, my body shaking with the effort of holding back, of giving her a moment to adjust.

"Are you okay?" I managed to grit out.

She didn’t answer with words. A shuddering breath was her only reply. Then, a slow, roll of her hips.

"It... it’s twitching inside me," she whispered, her voice full of wonder. "Big Brother... your c*ck... it’s pulsing. I can feel it... all the way up to my stomach."

"It’s because of you," I groaned, my forehead still pressed to the cool tile. "You’re so tight... You’re so pretty. I’m rock hard right now."

"Then don’t hold back," she pleaded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Move. Please. I want... I want to feel more."

I drew back slowly, watching her face. . Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as I retreated until only the tip remained. Then, I pushed back in, a single, deep stroke that stole the air from both our lungs.

Her body went rigid for a second, then trembled violently.

"Oh," she breathed, the sound small and shocked. "Oh, god."

I held still, buried deep inside her. "Are you okay? Talk to me."

She shook her head, not in denial, but as if she couldn’t find the words. Her eyes were still closed.

"It’s... I feel... full. So full." Her voice was a shaky whisper. "You’re... you’re all the way in."

"I am," I confirmed, my own voice strained.

"It doesn’t hurt," she said, a note of surprise in her tone. "Not like before. It’s just too big." She took a shaky breath. "Please move. Just... a little."

I rolled my hips. Her breath hitched, her hands flying up to grip my biceps.

"Big Brother!" she cried out, her nails raking down my back. "It’s... it’s too much! I feel... something’s happening!"

I could feel it too. Her inner walls were clamping down on me.

"Let go, Hai-Min," I grunted, my own release barreling down on me. "Let go for me or you might get pregnant ."

She didn’t budged.

I pulsed inside her, hot and thick, spilling everything .

For a few second, the only sound was the hiss of the shower water and our ragged gasps for air.

I stayed buried inside her, my forehead pressed against the slick tile.

Slowly, carefully, I lifted my head to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. There was no fear, no regret, only a deep, glowing satisfaction. She looked beautiful. Radiant.

When I finally withdrew, she winced slightly, and a fresh trickle of our combined release mixed with the faint crimson of her lost innocence ran down the inside of her thigh.

Before I could say anything, before I could even process the magnitude of what we’d just done, she surprised me.

She sank to her knees on the wet shower floor, the water cascading over her slender shoulders and streaming down her back.

"Let me clean it," she mumbled.

And then she leaned forward, her small hand wrapping around my still-sensitive, semi-hard shaft.

She parted her lips and took me into her warm mouth. The sight was so erotic that a fresh jolt of arousal shot through me.

My hands flew to the wall to steady myself, my head falling back as I surrendered to the exquisite sensation of her tongue, twisting and curing around my manhood.

Soon, my right hand moved of its own accord, tangling in the wet silk of her hair.

Her eyes tilted up to meet mine, and in them, I saw submission.

My grip tightened, and I began increasing the pace further. Her small mouth stretched around my girth, her lips forming an O shape

"That’s it!" I pushed deeper, testing her limits.