## Chapter 142 – (18)
Kkiiik.
The door opened with perfect timing.
“I’m back.”
Right after Lana’s sweet proposition.
Had time already flown by this much? Rasha returned to the hotel room, her hands full of shopping bags.
Seeing her, I smiled, got up, and approached.
Then, I took half of the packages from Rasha’s hands.
I wondered how much she had bought; even after I took half, Rasha was still holding about four bags in her hands.
Peeking into the bags, I saw everything from food and drinks.
To what looked like alcohol and clothes.
It seemed like she was trying to set up a small household in the hotel.
“What did you buy so much for?”
Lana, seeing this, laughed as if she was dumbfounded.
Starting with that smile, the atmosphere between the two seemed to ease up again.
Our first meal together, the three of us, consisted of desserts, including cake.
For some reason, I was more embarrassed when she took out the cake, as if celebrating the day I became a slave.
The two of them didn’t seem to care much, though.
We moved to the table.
The hotel room had a kitchen, including a dining table.
When it was just Rasha and me, we hardly ever used the kitchen or the table.
With just two people, the low table in front of the sofa was enough, and we mostly ordered in.
But with three of us, it was finally time to use the dining table.
“Okay, eat up.”
On the table were various breads and desserts, including cake.
It was a bit too much.
I wondered why she bought bread and desserts when there were so many other foods, so I asked.
“My sister and I, when we’re stressed, we look for sweets first.”
So, when they made up, they naturally reconciled while eating sweets.
I see.
This seemed to be this sisters’ way of reconciling.
I wasn’t particularly hungry either, so I didn’t mind having these desserts for a meal.
It’s not that I disliked bread; I just didn’t buy it often.
The seats were arranged with Rasha across from me and Lana right next to me.
I thought Lana would sit next to Rasha, but she chose to sit next to me.
Looking at Lana next to me, the earlier incident flashed through my mind.
‘Use me instead of my sister…’
Saying that, Lana looked into my eyes.
Recalling her expression then, it didn’t seem like she was joking.
Because Rasha returned with good timing, I couldn’t give her an answer.
Honestly, I hadn’t decided what kind of answer to give.
Even if Rasha had returned a little later, I still wouldn’t have been able to answer.
As the meal began, Rasha and I each picked up a piece of bread.
Among the various, luxurious breads, the one I chose was a plain pizza bread.
Personally, it had been my favorite bread since I was young.
Yet, from some point on, I hadn’t been eating it much.
No, not just pizza bread, but it seemed like I hadn’t been buying bread itself much.
If I had to say, all I had been eating were hamburgers or pizza.
Why was that?
Fewer bakeries? Higher bread prices?
Thinking other foods were more delicious?
It seemed like a combination of various factors.
Even as Rasha and I picked up bread, Lana didn’t seem to have much of an appetite, staring blankly at the table.
What was she thinking?
I glanced at Lana’s profile.
She had a face that moved men’s hearts in a different way than Rasha.
Her nose was high, and her jawline was slender.
Her delicate body elicited men’s protective instincts, and her thin waist further accentuated her already good figure.
Lana must have felt my gaze, as she glanced at me and sighed.
Then, she whispered very quietly, just loud enough for me to hear.
“…Haa, okay. Is this okay?”
Then, she placed her hand on my thigh.
I didn’t know what she mistook my gaze for, but I was flustered and could only look back and forth between the hand on my thigh and Lana.
“Whatㅡ”
Rasha, finding my flustered appearance strange, asked me.
“Is something wrong?”
I felt a sharp gaze from the side.
That gaze seemed to be telling me to be quiet.
In the end, I had to choose.
“…No, nothing’s wrong.”
“Is that so?”
Rasha looked at my face for a moment, as if she found it strange, but then dismissed her suspicion.
The hand on my thigh slowly moved, then went inside my pants.
Lana’s expression instantly contorted.
“Ugh…, it’s hard… Ah, I’m sorry.”
Even while looking at me with a disgusted expression, she moved her hand and grabbed my dick.
Unlike Rasha, it was conveyed through her whole body that she really didn’t want to do this.
So much so that harsh words came out of her mouth without her even realizing it.
Even so, Lana didn’t stop her hand.
It was a moment created by misunderstanding, but I, too, was enjoying this moment.
Even as Lana’s small hand was stroking my dick.
Rasha, unaware of anything, made eye contact with me and smiled faintly.
Ssssk, ssssk.
I could feel Lana’s touch inside my pants.
This sense of depravity was fueling the excitement of this act.
I decided not to touch her sister.
How did things end up like this?
I never expected Lana to approach so aggressively.
“Aren’t you two eating?”
“Huh? Ah… I’ll eat later. I don’t have much of an appetite right now.”
“…Ugh, me too…”
I put down the pizza bread I was holding.
I had no choice but to put it down.
Desire was starting to fill the place where appetite should have been.
Rasha looked at me strangely, but eventually finished her meal and got up from her seat.
“I’m going to shower first. I sweated a little while shopping.”
Then, she went into the bathroom to shower.
As she went in, she paused for a moment and looked at us strangely, as we were a little too close.
If it wasn’t for the table, we would have been caught.
“Hurry up and go… My hand hurts.”
Lana said, wearing an expression of both disdain and annoyance.
I felt good, but I thought it was a bit of a waste to reach climax.
“I’ve never even done this for my boyfriend…”
Suddenly, my skill came to mind.
I checked Lana’s sexual preferences.
[Sexual Preferences: Boyfriend, Rough Man, Slave]
“…Huh…”
I let out a hollow laugh.
I was surprised that she still liked the boyfriend who had deceived her, but there were excessively stimulating words mixed in her sexual preferences.
Rough man and slave, huh.
Maybe she was even hoping to be sold to a rough man as a slave.
They say appearances can be deceiving.
I realized Lana’s true self, which seemed prickly.
“Do you like being treated like this?”
Her disdainful expression and those words stimulated me.
She herself has a sexual preference for being handled by a rough man.
Ttuk.
I felt like a string snapped in my head.
I had been holding back and being considerate, thinking of my sister’s efforts, but I couldn’t anymore.
Seeing Lana’s sexual preferences, a switch had been flipped.
“What, what are you doing.”
Lana resisted with her slender arms, but it was no use.
“It’s becoming foolish to hold back.”
I had been holding back and being considerate, thinking of my sister’s efforts, but now I couldn’t anymore.
Seeing Lana’s sexual preferences, a switch had been flipped.
“L, let go of me!”
“It’s for your sister?”
“…I… I understand.”
Then, the strength in her resisting arm drained away.
I took Lana to my room.
***
“Noo…♥ No wayy…♥”
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of the bed springs echoed in the room.
Lana, sprawled out in front of me, was moaning with unfocused eyes.
“Like thiis…♥ Suddentlyy…♥”
I couldn’t stop my hips because I felt so good.
There was no warning, no foreplay.
As soon as we entered the room, I roughly laid Lana down, forcibly lifted her dress, and thrust my dick inside.
Like an animal.
But rather, that act started to excite Lana.
Her voice started to become coquettish, and her rebellious expression also softened a little.
“Lift your head.”
“K, kissing is noo…♥”
Even while hesitating, Lana looked at my eyes and lifted her head like a slave.
It was different from how I treated Rasha.
I was really going to treat Lana like a slave.
Because that was her sexual preference.
In the end, Lana mixed her lips with mine in a vulgar way.
“Chuup…”
We shared a rougher kiss than ever before, shaking our hips.
“Oook…♥ Ung… Ang..♥”
As if an animal was crying, Lana, disheveled, spat out lewd sounds in my ear.
The fact that I had instantly broken down Lana, who had been so prickly and looked down on people, satisfied a strange sense of conquest.
“Deeper♥ Gaaht♥…Moree…♥”
Every time I thrust my dick deep inside, Lana’s expression softened, and her mouth became honest.
Then, surprised by the words she had uttered, she contradicted herself.
“No, not thaaht…♥ Get awayy♥”
I grabbed Lana’s pelvis and thrust my dick in to give her a final spurt.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
The sound of skin meeting and colliding echoed, and in time with that rhythm, Lana moaned and lowered her head.
And at the moment of climax, I thrust in the deepest, kissing Lana’s cervix with my dick.
“Gaaht…♥ Ogeugeuuht…♥”
With a vulgar voice, Lana writhed her stomach and reached climax.
I, too, reached climax in the same way.
Looking at Lana, who had collapsed with unfocused eyes, I thought.
That time had come.
The time of the wise.
‘I did it.’
