Chapter 95 – Rania Chronicles
In a dark room, the black-haired girl was writing something, looking quite devoted as if she was working on something important.
Hehe…!”
He writes a certain sentence with a pervert-like smile.
[No… Do you want to see your brother going crazy right now?]
[Oppa… We are siblings…]
Sensual novel. Erotic. Slangy. Adult novel. All of these things combined are called fairy tales.
Rania is frantically writing down what is now called a dirty story in a dark room.
It’s also very evil and pervert.
“Off… It’s not like this… It’s not like this!”
Creation involves pain. However, the pain is so painful and when you try to create something new, it is not easy to come back again.
Rania hit her head against the wall because of the pain. She fucked it with a sound and slowly lay down on the bed.
She stretched out her hand, grabbed it, and looked at her hand, as if trying to reach the unreachable ceiling.
‘Obviously… With these hands, her brother’s body…’
She searches through her memories of mixing her body with alcohol with her drunken brother.
Recalling her first ecstatic and beautiful experience, it set fire to her quiet heart and began to stimulate her sexual desires.
When she had to stop thinking about it, she couldn’t calm down because she remembered her brother’s appearance and atmosphere at that time, and his penis that had been thrusting inside her for the last time.
“If I could do it all over again…”
She doesn’t know when, but she has known for a long time that she sees her brother as her opposite sex.
She wanted to tarnish the beautiful and noble image of her idol and only brother.
I want to lie down on her bed and cover her with my own juices.
However, her reality was tormented by the forbidden wall between her and him.
“If… My brother wasn’t my biological brother…”
If it weren’t for my real brother, we wouldn’t have met each other, but as the imagination of what-ifs piles up, a bit of emptiness comes.
But are she and Ranel really real siblings?
“Real siblings!? Okay, let’s write this down!”
The content is really simple. A story in which the main character, who was distressed by the fact that her older brother was her biological brother, finds some hope and moves to find out whether she and her older brother are related by blood.
This was it. As my heart races, my breathing becomes heavier. I wonder if I’m in pain somewhere in my body, but it’s not pain.
Just a desire for material that I think is genius.
“And then… When he found out that he wasn’t my real brother, he raped me while I was sleeping… Or, he openly fucked me in front of my parents!”
He writes down his deep thoughts about his desires. Although it hasn’t been long since I wrote it, it has gained unexpected popularity and has met people’s expectations.
It may be an undeserved love, but in my opinion, among those who write sensual novels like me, there is no one who is as earnest and fond of incestuous relatives as I am.
[There is no way my brother is my biological brother…]
[What do you mean?]
[Look at this, Oppa Anel, it’s proof that you and I are not related by blood…!]
[When the siblings saw the evidence that they were not real siblings, they quickly became happy and hugged each other tightly.]
“Haa…”
The characters in the novel slowly walked toward a happy ending, proving that they were not biological siblings.
The reality was different. Me and Ranel eventually…
“Because it’s okay to fail… I make sure as if I were in a novel…”
I thought about the past for a moment just in case, and something came to mind.
[Rania, look at this.]
[What is this?]
[It is a sword that has been passed down from generation to generation… It is a sword that can only be wielded by someone with Raiheart blood.]
[Then the beam goes out too?]
[No, it’s just hard.]
Yes… That sword!
The sword that my mother always wore on her belt… Was the masterpiece that would make my dream come true.
Since we had already had sex once anyway, it didn’t matter whether it was my real brother or not, but I still felt much more comfortable not having it, so it was a worthwhile attempt.
But… How do I get it?
It was my mother’s favorite sword, and she wore it around her waist every day, but the problem was how to get it.
If I, who doesn’t usually practice swordsmanship, suddenly tried to take a sword, I would be 100% suspicious.
How to naturally…
“Roxy!!!!”
What is it? If I can’t do it, I can just have the attendant do it.
When I called out loud for Roxy, Roxy, who guards the mansion 24 hours a day, hurriedly ran to my room.
“What’s going on!”
“Roxy!”
“Yes!”
He speaks seriously, and with a really serious expression.
“Steal my mother’s beloved sword.”
“Yes?”
Roxy picked his ear with his little finger and put it back to his ear, wondering if he had heard wrong. Since he hadn’t misheard, I repeated what I just said clearly.
“Steal my mother’s sword!”
“Ah… Are you crazy?”
Roxy looked at me with eyes that saw something dangerous. Well, even though I think about it, how can I steal the sword of my mother, who is a beast herself…
Roxy sighed and slowly put her lips to my ear.
“You can bring it, but you must take responsibility.”
“Hmm…”
If you do it wrong, you may not be able to walk for a while. Should I really do this because of my personal obsession?
“I understand.”
Hot water began to flow from my eyes little by little, as if I realized that the future would be dark.
Honestly, looking bad is more important than life… Hmm!
It seems like sexual desire has finally taken over my brain and my vagina.
***
“Oppa!!!!”
Today too, while I was secretly swinging my sword outside alone, I saw something running from a distance with flowing black hair.
Even though that something is my only sister.
“Rania?”
“Ha, ha… Oppa!”
I wondered if something had happened, so I slowly walked to her side, and she smiled and placed her hand on my body and leaned against me.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, that’s not it… Swing this sword.”
Knife? I looked at the sword Rania handed me. It is placed in a scabbard, but there are decorations in the shape of a lion and a black rose on the handle…
Isn’t this your mother’s sword? It must be the sword that your mother likes the most and carries around with her all the time, saying it’s her treasure…
“Isn’t this your mom’s?”
“Anyway, try swinging this!”
Thinking that it was my mother’s, I felt a little scared and didn’t think about pulling it out easily.
However, I couldn’t win because of Rania’s eyes looking at me, so I slowly placed my hand on the handle and stayed like that…
‘Why is this so stiff…?’
When my mother used it, the sword was drawn smoothly, but when I tried to draw it, I couldn’t hear it at all.
“Oppa, are you holding it?”
“Ugh… No, this just doesn’t get picked?”
“Give it to me again!”
Rania quickly took the sword from my hand. I didn’t think she could draw the sword that I couldn’t, so she just ignored it and went back to practicing her swordsmanship.
-Chaeng!
‘Hmm? This sound…?’
It’s a familiar and pleasant sound. The natural sound made by swordsmen as they draw their swords.
Since I had heard this sound often, there was no way I would have done it, so I looked back and tried to figure out the source of the sound.
When I looked back, there was…
Rania, who had pulled out her mother’s sword with great ease, was looking at me and her sword with a bewildered expression.
How did you choose it?
“Rania?”
“Oh, brother…! “I’ll go first!”
Rania ran like the wind and then disappeared like the wind.
What on earth are you thinking about?
Unable to accept the results of her experiment, Rania took her mother’s beloved sword and ran into her room.
She saw clearly. When she pulled it out, she pulled it out, but when her brother tried to pull it out, she didn’t even dream of it.
“Hehe… My brother can’t believe it…”
Happy. Happy emotions dominate my body, creating the feeling of floating in the sky.
The relationship between herself and her brother was not an inappropriate one.
Rather, it was just a healthy sex life between young men and women.
Even if you become pregnant, there will be no problem. Because it is clear that we are a family that is not related by blood.
But the more I thought about it, the more strange it became. Then why is my brother here?
Are there cases of adopting the first child rather than the second child in the first place?
It’s not that her mother is old and can’t get pregnant, and she was adopted when she was young?
It felt strange, but right now the best thing I could do was just wallow in happiness.
“Oppa…”
I buried my face in the pillow.
“I love you.”
Her love was legitimate.
