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At this moment, Loxi suddenly leaned against my side, her silver hair disheveled, her white-silk legs stained with lust-water, and she said coquettishly: "Brother, since we were saved by them, we might as well follow them for now~ Besides, we've been running around lately and we're exhausted, especially..." She paused, her slender hand sliding toward her abdomen, a flash of cunning in her eyes, "Our baby can't suffer too many setbacks. Later, we still have to let the Hero raise the child for us."
As she spoke, her delicate body pressed closer to mine, her abdomen lightly rubbing against the side of my waist, carrying a teasing intent. I chuckled lowly, my gaze sweeping over her "white tiger" honey-slit which was faintly visible under her cloak, and I whispered: "Little sister, after being played so hard by the soldiers last night, you still dare to tease your brother here? Or is it that you want a punishment?" My fingers reached under Loxi's cloak, sliding toward her waist and giving it a light pinch, causing Loxi's body to shudder as she moaned: "Brother... don't... someone will see..." Her voice carried shyness, yet her eyes flashed with excitement, as if she enjoyed this hidden thrill.
Loxi suddenly stopped, pretending to adjust her cloak, and slightly lifted a corner to reveal her moist "white tiger" honey-slit, complaining coquettishly: "Brother, look~ last night a bad soldier stole my underwear, so now I have to walk commando~ I originally wanted Hero Brother to appreciate this first, but since he's in front, I'll just show you first~" Her tone was teasing as her slender hand lightly stroked her honey-slit; when she raised her hand, a thread of silver pulled from the slit.
Heat surged in my heart as the images from last night flashed in my mind: the scene of Loxi being carried by soldiers and played with all over was vivid. Under the influence of the scrolls I distributed, those soldiers could be resurrected after death; right now, they might be doing something filthy with my sister's underwear and mine.
Thinking this, I whispered: "You little slut, so bold? Showing me here, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" My fingers quietly probed toward her honey-slit, lightly fingering it; the moist sensation caused the giant object at my crotch to harden slightly. Loxi's body shuddered, nearly losing her balance, and she moaned: "It's not the first time... besides... Brother likes it too..." On the surface, she tried to push my hand away, but her body unconsciously clamped her legs together, catering to my teasing.
Delion happened to look back and saw me supporting Loxi on the side. He asked in confusion: "Mr. Renault, and Miss Loxi, what's wrong? Why do you look like you're wobbling while walking?" Doubt was in his eyes as he walked toward us, carrying his greatsword. Loxi hurriedly closed her cloak and forced herself to be calm: "Nothing, nothing, just... a bit tired." Her pretty face flushed red, a flash of cunning in her eyes, as if she were excited by her own bold secret affair. I remained calm and quietly patted her buttocks, acting as if nothing happened, and said to Delion: "Oh, she's a bit tired, so I thought I'd give her some support."
Delion scrutinized us, his gaze shifting between the intimate movements of Loxi and me, asking suspiciously: "Are you... boyfriend and girlfriend? You look so close." Hearing this, Loxi giggled and said frankly: "No, he is my brother! We have a good relationship as siblings; it's normal to be close, right?" She deliberately leaned into me, her slender hand hooking my arm, leaning on my shoulder as if showing off. Hearing this, Delion looked and, seeing our identical hair color, nodded as if in realization. The doubt in his eyes vanished as he muttered: "So many similarities, they really are siblings..."
Before his voice finished, a coquettish cry came from the side of the group. Shasha suddenly fell to the ground, sitting in a mermaid pose. Her cloak slipped, revealing her fair long legs. She supported herself with one hand on the ground while the other lightly stroked her calf, her eyes filled with grievance as she whispered: "Oh my~ I'm not wearing shoes, the soles of my feet were pricked so painfully, and I twisted it..." With a coquettish, spoiled tone, Shasha's delicate body trembled slightly, as if she were truly injured.
Seeing this, Delion hurried over and knelt to check her ankle. Seeing that it was indeed somewhat swollen, he frowned and said: "Miss Shasha, your foot looks like it's injured quite badly. How about... I carry you!" He patted his chest and turned his back, saying confidently: "Don't look at my age, my strength isn't small! Not just you, I could even carry an elephant!" His tone was youthful, his eyes shining with sincerity.
Shasha feigned hesitation, saying coquettishly: "This... wouldn't be good, right? You're still a child; carrying me while hauling that greatsword, how tired you must be~" Her tone was filled with worry. Delion waved his hand, not caring at all: "Miss Shasha, don't worry! My strength is definitely enough!" He bent down, signaling Shasha to get on. Seeing this, Shasha no longer refused and tentatively climbed onto his back. The moment those full breasts pressed against Delion's back, the soft sensation came through the cloak, accompanied by the unique scent of a succubus.
Delion's face flushed instantly, as if he were dazed by the impact of that softness and fragrance. He whispered: "Miss Shasha... you... you aren't heavy at all..." His voice was nervous, but his pace unconsciously slowed, as if he couldn't bear to lose this rare sensation. Shasha chuckled and whispered into his ear: "Little brother, thank you~ But, suddenly walking so slowly... is sister still a bit heavy?" Her slender hand lightly rested on his shoulder, unintentionally flirting. Delion naturally didn't see through it; instead, when Shasha asked, he immediately said she wasn't, explaining he was just adjusting his posture and could now walk normally.
Seeing Shasha seducing Delion into carrying her, Yeli walked beside us and whispered teasingly: "Tsk tsk, this woman Shasha, won't even let a little boy go? In the past, those muscular men she hooked up with were understandable, but now she's even going after one who hasn't grown up?" Her tone was mocking, her slender hand covering her mouth, seemingly surprised by Shasha's "wide-net" approach. I chuckled and shook my head: "Shasha's thought process is indeed unpredictable. But this act of hers has bought us some space."