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28. My Sister’s “Some” Guy was Insane

Combining my past and present lives, there was one thing I’d been curious about for all 45 years of my virgin adulthood.

How has the species Homo sapiens managed to reproduce all this time?

Or how do animals, with no education, know about sex?

The Middle Ages and animals—no porn clips, no proper sex-ed materials.

The idea that they instinctively engage in intercourse, unlike breathing, excretion, or sleep, was incomprehensible to me.

And now, that question has been answered.

“Huh? How about me? Answer me.”

“You’re beautiful, Vivian.”

With zero real-life experience, Vivian and I instinctively embraced and kissed.

Our ribs pressed flush as I dragged my fingers across her back, whispering sweet nothings to set the mood.

Since our armor and outerwear were soaked from the rain, the closer we clung, the warmer each other’s body heat felt.

As if we were the only two people in the world—a strange yet euphoric feeling.

Lost in the moment, Vivian kissed me for a while before pulling away.

A translucent thread stretched between our lips, evidence of our kiss.

“Touch me.”

Vivian straddled my lap, her voice laced with seduction as she made her request.

Whether her shyness had evaporated along with the kiss, her face was no longer apple-red.

Her expression had softened from the kiss.

Only an adorable, trembling mess remained, too excited to contain herself, muscles tensed nervously.

The valiant general who charges into battle first, sword and glaive in hand.

Her bravery nowhere in sight, Vivian straddled me, exuding seduction as I moved my hand to obey her command.

I slid my hand into the gap between our pressed-together thighs.

Then, over the thin fabric of her clothes, I began caressing Vivian’s womanhood.

As if my hands knew—etched into my genes—how to pleasure a woman, they moved on their own.

Over her clothes, I started stroking her plump outer lips gently, as if petting a puppy.

Paying extra attention to the firm, bean-like bud…

“Mmm… ah…♡ There, that feels… good!”

Vivian’s face was practically an answer key of lewdness.

Rubbing spots that didn’t do much for her, she’d squeeze her eyes shut, bracing for pleasure.

Conversely, when I stroked the right zones, she’d lightly bite my trapezius and grind against me.

The reason she bit my trapezius was twofold: an instinct to bite down on something and not wanting me to see her face.

It seemed she hated showing herself panting and undone by pleasure.

Eventually, as she bit my trapezius again to hide her face, I kissed her.

Our tongues tangled, now stickier and wetter than before.

The heated mood and bodies began flaring up again.

Maybe it was male pride, but I resolved to pleasure her even more, despite her forced restraint.

Just as I tried slipping my hand past her waistband to touch her bare skin—

Vivian hurriedly grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

“Wait…! Waiiit… Let me take care of you this time.”

Unlike her usual playful, pleasure-drunk self, Vivian looked like she was hiding something.

Her face firm, clearly unwilling to take no for an answer, she pushed my shoulders, leaning me back.

Then, with a lewd grin, she gripped the waistband of my pants.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one being serviced, right?”

The moment Vivian tugged my pants down slightly, my raging erection sprang up, unafraid of the heavens.

My massive cock, previously obscured by Medieval Europe’s stiff, unyielding clothing.

A perfect fit for my 190cm muscular frame.

Thick veins and a taut glans, as if thoroughly pissed off.

A whopping 21cm monster.

Vivian gulped when faced with the colossal size.

Like a puppy eyeing a delicious meal.

“Wow… Our softie’s got a pretty cock, huh…?”

“Uh… thanks?”

Hearing my dorky reply, Vivian giggled as if finding me adorable.

While gently stroking my shaft, she tossed out a simple question.

“Is this your first time?”

“Yes….”

“Then I’ll be your first woman. I’m so happy.”

Isn’t that usually the guy’s line?

No—maybe it doesn’t matter since this realm is gender-equal thanks to magic?

Vivian stroked my cock, sniffed it like a curious pup, then began lightly teasing it.

All while fanning her own crotch with her other hand.

Not sure what she was doing… but Vivian’s ministrations forced my thoughts to scatter.

Less pleasurable than doing it myself, but how should I put it?

Having someone else touch me brought an indescribable satisfaction and pleasure.

Vivian smirked sexily, murmuring as she watched me getting a handjob.

“Touching you feels better than I expected, too…♡”

The stimulation from my cock made me grimace, hiding my expression.

For some reason, I didn’t want her to see me excited….

Was this why Vivian hid her face by biting my trapezius earlier?!

The tables had turned—Vivian smiled smugly at my attempts to conceal my face.

-smooch♡

Then, Vivian kissed the tip of my throbbing cock.

After pressing her lips to the glans, she draped her warm, slick tongue around it like a kiss.

Meanwhile, she lowered her head further, taking the entire glans into her mouth.

As Vivian aggressively stimulated my glans with her tongue, an overwhelming pleasure unlike before surged through me.

“Feew good?” (Feel good?)

“Yes, so good…!”

Vivian’s muffled voice vibrating around my cock amplified the pleasure.

A mighty warrior and hero who mows down countless soldiers and knights on the battlefield with her glaive.

A tomboyish, cheerful jock of an elder sister.

Seeing such a woman looking up at me with my cock in her mouth filled me with conquest and satisfaction.

For about 10 minutes, Vivian diligently sucked my cock.

Thanks to her efforts and innate athleticism, she skillfully pleasured nearly half of my massive shaft.

Eventually, my patience ran out, and I came inside Vivian’s mouth.

“Whoaa… So much. Is it always like this?”

“Haah, haah… Probably not….”

Like a faucet left on, I pumped her mouth full to the brim.

Unsure of this fantasy world’s standards, but back in my original world, I never ejaculated this much.

Only explanation is my reincarnated body has superhuman virility… .

Vivian spat the cum onto her palm mid-thought.

She might’ve not gotten to taste it, instinctively spitting the foreign substance out.

But as if regretting it, she tipped the pooled semen into her mouth and swallowed.

Licking her palm clean of residual cum with relish.

Smacking her lips as if savoring it.

“Mmm… tastes kinda good…♡”

“Fuck… that’s hot.”

A life with no female companionship or interest.

Dedicated to study and research, I never felt the need for women.

But watching her lap up my cum from her palm like a cat made my dick furious.

Hard again instantly despite just cumming.

“You’re the horny one here, Softie.”

Vivian smirked, tugging at her waistband—

Then hesitated, fingers gripping the hem near her hips.

Pressing lightly against her crotch, she flusteredly changed the subject.

“Um… maybe we should rest a bit? I heard men get really tired after one round!”

“No, I’m fine.”

“No way! Most guys hit their limit after one or two rounds!”

“Ah….”

I nodded glumly.

Guess we’re not close or attractive enough to warrant sex yet.

But as if correcting my misconception, Vivian hurriedly explained.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Softie! It’s just, um….”

Then, bashfully, she rubbed her index fingers together.

Finally, biting her lip, she squeezed her eyes shut and confessed.

“You’re so hot, I’m already… no, I’m ridiculously wet.”

“Huh?”

“Men don’t like vulgar women like me, right?

Not dignified like a noble…

Panties soaked like an animal, desperate for sex… Not exactly the image of a cool general worthy of showing Softie….”

Head hanging, Vivian shamefully admitted the truth.

Damn, why is she so cute and lovable?

Where’d the tomboyish, upbeat jock go? Leaving behind only a seductive female in heat?

I ended up scooping Vivian up bridal-style and laying her on the bed.

Even without magic, my muscular build made lifting her easy.

Flustered at being carried, Vivian clung to me.

A far cry from the glaive-wielding warrior—now helplessly sprawled, gazing up at me.

Kissing her, I slowly peeled off her pants and panties, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy.

So aroused that sticky, translucent juices smeared her panties and lips—Vivian blushed, unable to meet my eyes.

“You’re adorable. So cute.”

“…….”

Vivian turned her head away, silent.

When I touched her bare pussy, she trembled, reacting unabashedly to the pleasure.

Unable to hold back, I pressed my glans against her slick slit.

“May I?”

“Uu… uuh… Softie.”

“Yes?”

“Cut… the formal talk….”

A rebuttal almost slipped out, but Vivian pressed a finger to my lips.

Her face blazed red like heated steel.

In a lewd, sultry voice, she cooed at me.

“Right now… I’m just your bitch…♡”

Shy yet provocative, Vivian’s words shattered my restraint.

I pushed into her untrodden, tight hole, prying it open with my cock.

Her hymen tore, a trickle of blood seeping from the tightly packed entrance.

Vivian gritted her teeth, barely enduring the pain.

I hesitated, seeing her struggle… but—

“Kiss me.”

Her damp eyes pleading, Vivian pulled me into a kiss before I could move.

Her inner walls relaxed alongside her body, loosening slightly.

Pain now eased, she flashed me a sultry grin, lacing her fingers behind my back.

“No holding back… wreck me.”

“That your preference, Vivian?”

“…I want you to manhandle me.”

Obliging, I began thrusting.

Her virgin hole, tight but drenched, took my savage cock greedily.

I prodded her sensitive inner spots with the tip.

Hammered her deepest cervix with my glans.

“Hyaaah… haaang… ♡”

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Vivian moaned uncontrollably.

Twisting and gasping, powerless to resist the euphoria crashing over her.

Gripping the sheets like a frail doe, all she could do.

Her gushing juices proving just how wet she was, splattering wildly like a broken faucet.

Pinning the helpless warrior down, I ravaged her pussy—until finally, my climax built.

Ejaculating inside her would’ve been reckless, but I wasn’t brain-dead enough for that.

No condoms in this world, but raw would have to do—not that I’d recklessly impregnate a noblewoman.

As I pulled back to withdraw—

“Wait, Vivian…! I’m gonna cum…!!”

Her legs locked around my waist, trapping me inside.

Struggling was futile—Vivian’s thighs were too strong.

Pausing momentarily to avoid creampieing her, I caught my breath amidst the pleasure.

Vivian hugged me tightly, nibbling my trapezius before whispering in my ear:

“Just cum…♡”

Whether instinctual maternal urges kicked in, her legs squeezed tighter, dragging my cock deeper.

Just as my glans kissed her cervix, my cum surged in thick spurts.

Instead of a mere creampie, my seed shot straight into her womb.

Spent, I collapsed atop Vivian.

A 190cm, 100kg muscular behemoth.

Rolling aside, I flopped next to her onto the bed.

Post-orgasm, Vivian lay catching her breath, riding the aftershocks.

I, too, felt lightheaded from the vigorous pelvic workout and climax.

Staring at the ceiling in silence, Vivian spoke first.

“Good for you?”

“Amazing.”

Her lips curled into a soft smile at my honesty.

Then she crawled atop me, resting her head on my chest.

“I was scared you’d be disappointed… that I’m not noble or dignified.”

Honestly, this world was bizarre.

In my past life, considerate, gentlemanly sex was the norm.

Here, gender equality made sexual etiquette mutual—both partners catering to each other.

But I lived in a ‘women-first’ world.

Lewd, wet, and proactive nobles didn’t disappoint—they thrilled me.

Caressing Vivian’s cheek as she clung to me, I answered:

“I loved it because it was you.”

Blushing, she buried her face in my chest.

Exchanging warmth, sharing post-sex small talk like filthy pillow-talk—was this how it went?

Just as I wondered, Vivian climbed atop me again.

“No holding back now, right?”

“Huh?”

“No more wagging your tail like a vixen.”

Mounting me like a horse, she gazed down with heart-shaped eyes.

Licking her lips like a beast in heat, all patience gone…

“Time to punish a naughty boy who can’t stop wagging♡”

For some reason, Erika’s words echoed in my mind—

Warning that all women were beasts to be wary of.

In the end, Vivian milked me four more times.

Though I totally won.