«It's so... it's so big and hard! You make me crazy, Hakuto...!»
The woman with long, wavy burgundy hair and piercing blue eyes kneels in front of Hakuto, who lies helplessly pinned to the couch. Her huge breasts firmly squeeze his erection, vigorously massaging it up and down with swift, insistent movements, while her tongue coils around the boy's foreskin like a snake capturing its prey.
The young Hakuto is frozen in terror, unable to process this inconceivable, senseless violence—especially since he's just a twelve-year-old boy. His body shakes uncontrollably, tears streaming from his eyes as he pleads with Isabelle Lazar, who became his stepmother after marrying Shin Tendo just two months earlier, to stop. But it's pointless—in fact, the woman seems to derive even greater pleasure from hearing Hakuto cry.
There were no warning signs before that day; Isabelle had always acted like a caring wife and an attentive mother. The young Hakuto could never have imagined that behind that mask of a perfect wife and mother hid a monster—a wolf in sheep's clothing, just waiting for the right moment.
Despite Hakuto's reluctance—actually, his genuine disgust—his body, just like any other boy's, acts mechanically. Certain reactions are unavoidable, regardless of what he truly wants, when certain spots are stimulated. That's why, not long after, drops of the boy's semen spurt into Isabelle's mouth and onto her lips.
«You act just like a helpless little angel, but it looks like you enjoyed it...» Isabelle murmurs with a twisted smile, wiping Hakuto's semen from her lips with her middle finger and licking it slowly, seductively. Isabelle then stands up, spreading the lips of her vagina with her index and middle finger. «And now, it's my turn to feel pleasure...»
Hakuto's sleep is cut short once again. As he opens his eyes, he notices the wetness on his lashes and the dampness on his cheeks—he must have cried even in his sleep. His whole body trembles, not from fear anymore, but from a storm of anger and frustration. The room is completely dark—it's still the dead of night, and the moon hangs so high that its light can't even slant through the blinds.
~I swear... I swear that woman will pay for this, even if it costs me my life!~
Even though he's fully awake now, Hakuto still feels a strange sensation on his body—as if the nightmare hasn't completely ended. He can still feel a pair of large boobs pressing firmly against his erection—a typical thing for guys in the morning, but definitely not dream-related.
~Damn... have I really reached the point where I imagine this kind of thing even while I'm awake...?~
But it isn't just his imagination—and Hakuto realizes that almost immediately. With a lightning-quick motion, he flicks on the bedroom light using the switch beside the bed and yanks off the bedsheet.
«Y-Yuzu...!» Hakuto whispers, keeping his voice low—he definitely can't risk waking up Rika, who's sleeping in the room right next to his. «...What are you doing here?!»
The girl is sleeping face down between Hakuto's legs, her boobs pressed against his hard erection and her cheek resting on his toned abdomen. She's wearing a plain white short-sleeved t-shirt and matching panties—no bra, of course; for Yuzu, that's always optional.
«Oh... is it morning already...?» slurs Yuzu, stretching her arms as Hakuto's voice wakes her.
«No, it's not morning..! But more importantly... what are you doing in my bed..?!»
Yuzu looks at him with an exaggeratedly pouty face.«Instead of being grateful that I came into your room in the middle of the night to comfort my big brother, you treat me like this? That's so ungrateful...» she mutters.
«Comfort me...?» Hakuto repeats, confused.
«I heard you whining and yelling from my room—you woke me up! You were shouting "no... let me go... let me go... help!". At first, I thought a thief had broken into the house, but when I rushed into your room, I saw you were just having a nightmare. So I figured that feeling your little sister's body warmth would calm you down—and it did. After that, aside from a few whimpers, you stayed quiet. That's all...»
~I even cried and screamed in my sleep...? Damn it, this just keeps getting worse!~
Yuzu's face looks so genuinely apologetic, and her reasoning sounds so 'noble', that Hakuto just can't bring himself to get mad at her for invading his privacy.
«Thanks for the thought, but now that I'm awake, you can go back to your bed...»
«What? I've been sleeping with you for almost two hours—at this point, what difference does it make if I stay until morning...? You're my big brother...»
«It makes a difference because under these conditions, it's pretty hard to fall back asleep...»
«I promise I won't do anything to keep you awake... or your friend down there! I promise! I promise! I promise!» Yuzu pleads, repeating "I promise" like a broken record, slowly wearing Hakuto down—until he finally gives in. He's just too sleepy to argue with her at this hour of the night.
«Just try saying or doing anything weird and I'll drag you back to your bed by force!»
«I promised, and a Narkhalis always keeps her word!»
«I hope so...»
Yuzu shifts to the other side of the double bed, lying back-to-back with Hakuto.
...seven seconds later.
«Anyway, I think the size of the penis I drew on your bedroom door doesn't do you justice. I should've drawn it bigger...»
«YUZU!»
«Ok ok, sorry... goodnight.»