My whole body felt broken.
I lay there under him, legs still trembling, chest heaving with shallow breaths. Cum leaked slowly out of me, warm and sticky between my thighs, mixing with the sweat on the sheets. Every muscle ached—especially between my legs, raw and throbbing like I'd been torn open.
"W-why…" I whispered, voice barely there, cracked from all the crying. "Why did you do something like that…"
Lucas finally lifted his weight off me a little, still inside, looking down with that lazy, satisfied smile.
"Because I wanted to taste you myself," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing.
"Don't joke around," I said weakly. "You know we're brothers… and I'm a man too. So why…"
He shrugged one shoulder, thumb brushing my tear-streaked cheek. "I don't care who you are. As long as I can fuck you, that's what matters."
The words hit like a slap. I stared up at him, too exhausted to even get angry properly. My eyes burned with fresh tears, but nothing came out.
He sighed, almost fond. "Alright. Why don't we clean up the mess and sleep."
He started moving—slowly, carefully this time.
His cock began to slide out, inch by inch. The drag was slow and wet, pulling at the sore rim, making everything sting again.
"Ah—!" I hissed through clenched teeth, hands fisting the sheets. "Slow… it hurts…"
"Shh, almost out," he murmured, one hand on my hip to steady me.
When the head finally popped free, I whimpered—loud, sharp. A gush of cum followed, hot and thick, running down my thighs and onto the sheets. My hole clenched on nothing, twitching painfully.
Lucas looked down at the mess between my legs, eyes darkening again for a second before he shook it off.
He got off the bed, naked and unbothered, and walked to the small washstand in the corner of the chamber. The blue mage-flames flickered as he passed. He dipped a soft cloth in the basin of warm water the servants always left, wrung it out, and came back.
"Stay still," he said.
I couldn't move anyway. My legs felt like lead, body weak and shaky.
He knelt between my thighs, gentle now—almost careful. The warm cloth pressed against my entrance, wiping away the cum and sweat. I flinched at the first touch.
"Nn—cold—"
"Warm enough," he corrected, dabbing softly. He cleaned the inside of my thighs, the crease where leg met hip, then carefully wiped between my cheeks. Every pass made me wince, but he was slow, thorough.
When he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and grabbed a fresh towel from the side table. He dried me gently, patting instead of rubbing.
Then he stood, pulled on his loose sleep pants, and grabbed my discarded clothes from the floor.
"Come on," he said. "Arms up."
I was too tired to fight. I let him lift my arms like a doll, slide my shirt back over my head. The fabric stuck to my sweaty skin. He tugged my pants up my legs carefully—slow when they brushed the sore skin between my thighs—then tied the drawstring loose.
"There," he said, smoothing the shirt down my chest.
I didn't answer. Just stared at the ceiling, body heavy, mind numb.
Lucas climbed back onto the bed, pulled the heavy silk covers over us, and lay down beside me. Before I could turn away, his arm slid around my waist, pulling me against his chest—back to front, like before.
I tensed.
He kissed my cheek—soft, lingering.
"Good night, my little brother," he whispered, lips brushing my ear. "I hope you liked it."
I didn't answer. Couldn't.
My body hurt everywhere. My mind was spinning—shame, confusion, anger, exhaustion all tangled together. The runes on the bedposts glowed faintly once more, a soft blue pulse that matched the candles, then faded.
Lucas's breathing evened out quickly, arm heavy around me, cock soft against my lower back now.
I lay awake, staring into the dark, too weak to move, too sore to sleep.
suddenly a soft glow lit the room. My eyes widened as a translucent window appeared in front of me.
STATUS WINDOW
Name : Kael Aetheris
Age : 19
Level : 2
Stats:
Attack : 5
Magic : 6
Speed : 4
• Mutual consent required.
• Each sex grants EXP.
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I froze. "W… what is this?" My voice trembled.
"Status Window?" I whispered to myself, squinting at the floating interface. "Why… why is my name and age here? And… sex? Wait does that mean?"
A calm, emotionless voice echoed in my mind
"Host detected. System linked. Level progression through intimate acts now available. Each encounter grants experience points. Level up to unlock strength, speed, and magical ability."
A while later, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the glowing interface hovering in front of me.
"Is it… because I… did something with my brother that this… appeared?" I muttered, my mind racing.
I studied the stats again—Attack, Magic, Speed. The pieces slowly started to click together. "Wait… does this mean… if I… have sex with someone, my level rises? And I… get stronger?"
I ran a hand through my hair, leaning back in disbelief. "What the hell is this? Is this really… the best way to get stronger?" I whispered to myself, my heart pounding.
The system's interface pulsed softly in response, almost as if confirming my thoughts. I couldn't believe it… but the numbers didn't lie. My body and mind felt charged in a way I'd never experienced before.
I sank back against the bed, my chest tightening, my mind spinning.
"It… it hurts," I whispered, my hands trembling. "It feels like it's tearing me apart… how… how am I supposed to do that again?"
I glared at the glowing interface, disbelief mixing with dread. "Does… this system really want me to keep going? Again… and again?"
The pulsing window didn't answer with words, but the faint hum of energy in my head made it clear, it wasn't done with me yet.
Time passed, though I didn't keep track. My mind was still reeling from the shock of the system, the pulsing energy, and the strange, overwhelming sensations it had stirred in me.
Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, my body finally surrendering to exhaustion. I glanced at Lucas—my stepbrother—still curled up and peacefully asleep beside me.
A quiet sigh escaped me as I turned my gaze back toward the darkness of the room. My eyes grew heavier by the second, and before I knew it, sleep claimed me, dragging me into a restless, dream-filled slumber.