Chapter 42: [R-18] The Night of the Mirror — Hikari Opens the Door
The pain wouldn’t let go. Even after our training adjustments, the calculations, the series of movements repeated to the point of nausea... there was still that fucking knot, lodged in my arm, like a rusty blade wedged under the skin. I went to bed thinking I could ignore it, but with every breath, it came back. A dull, throbbing, unbearable burning.
I sighed in the darkness of my room, my palm pressed against my tense bicep. No, this wouldn’t go away on its own. My body was screaming, and I knew there was only one person who could soothe it.
I stood up, barefoot on the cold stone, and stepped out into the silent corridor. Torches cast twisted shadows against the walls. I advanced slowly, like a thief, to a door I knew all too well.
I knocked. Three muffled knocks.
The handle creaked, the door opened a crack. And Hikari appeared.
My breath caught. She was wearing a thin, almost transparent tunic, which revealed the heavy curve of her bare breasts beneath. Her nipple poked provocatively through the fabric. Below, black lace panties outlined the triangle of her private parts, an obscene glint in the flickering light.
Her red eyes stared at me, astonished, and her voice broke the silence:
"What are you doing here at this hour, Kaito?"
I swallowed, my jaw clenched to keep my distress hidden.
"My arm is still burning... I need you to take care of it."
A brief, almost tender smile touched her lips. She nodded and stepped aside to let me in.
The sweet scent of her room immediately enveloped me: a mixture of soap, dried flowers, and that subtle warmth that could only be hers. She gestured toward the bed, and I sat up, stiff, my eyes fixed straight ahead.
And that’s when I saw it. The mirror.
Facing the bed, the mirror reflected my reflection. I hadn’t really taken the time to look at myself in... too long. The patch over my right eye leaped out at me like an insult. An absence. Azrakan came back to me immediately, with the precision of a blade being re-inserted into the same wound.
My breath caught.
Hikari sat down next to me, her scepter resting on the mattress. His slender fingers rested on my arm, brushing against the taut skin before letting a soft glow flow into my bruised muscles.
I felt the soothing warmth spread.
His mana had drained from my arm, and yet the burning sensation remained elsewhere. Not in the muscle. Not in the flesh. But deeper, in this damned memory I drag around like a chain. I looked up at the mirror: my dark headband reflected the absence back to me, this gaping hole where there was nothing left. And behind this absence, always him: Azrakan. A memory that gnaws at me, that refuses to die.
I swallowed, my breath hitching. And I felt his gaze.
Hikari was staring at me, her fingers still resting on my arm. She must have seen my tension.
"Are you okay, Kaito?" Her voice was soft, concerned. "Your eye... hurts?" »
I clenched my jaw, lying without even hesitating:
"No. I’m fine."
Fuck, no. It wasn’t fine. But I’d learned to swallow my pain like nails: without flinching, even if it meant bleeding from the inside.
I took a breath, hesitated, then blurted out:
"Hikari... I wanted to talk to you about what you saw that day. In the woods."
Silence fell immediately. A silence that weighed heavier than all the blows I’d taken in training. Her breathing changed, became shorter, more ragged. And before I even had time to continue, she moved.
She pushed me back, and I toppled onto the mattress. Her body climbed onto mine with feverish fluidity, her thighs pressed tightly on either side of my hips. The heat of her stomach crushed my chest. Her bare breasts, straining beneath the sheer fabric, crushed against my chest. Her scent slapped me: a mixture of light sweat, flowers, and sour desire.
"I know..." she breathed. Her red eyes shone with a raw fever. "We pretended to forget. But I can’t anymore."
Her mouth moved closer to my ear, her words dripping like a filthy confession:
"I saw you, Kaito. I saw you give to another... what I’ve dreamed of having since you took me in front of my own mother."
A sudden shiver ran down my spine. Fuck... she dared to say it. She dared to bring up that night that should have been buried with a shovel. But her hips were already rolling against mine, and her panting breaths set my neck on fire.
"I don’t want any more words." » His voice vibrated with a plea that sounded like an order. "I want you. Inside me."
Her hand moved down. Slowly, without hesitation. She pressed my cock through the fabric of my pants, stroking it with a trembling but eager gesture. The blood rushed immediately, painful, uncontrollable.
"Hikari... stop... I wanted to talk to you..." My voice broke into a hoarse breath.
She raised her face, her lips brushing mine without kissing them. Her eyes were two embers.
"Shut up." Her fingers gripped my cock tighter, rubbing it against the sodden lace of her panties. The damp heat seeped through the fabric. "I want you, now."
My back arched in spite of myself. Her breasts crushed against my chest, her hard nipples piercing me through the thin fabric. Her pelvis undulated, rubbing me with the regularity of a beast in heat.
And I, poor fool, felt the cable snap. The resistance evaporated. The shame remained, but receded, swept away by an even more brutal wave: the desire to possess her, to remind her who ruled here.
I grabbed her wrists, pressed them against the mattress, and my words rumbled through gritted teeth:
"You asked for it, Hikari."
Her eyes widened for a second, a broken smile played on her trembling lips.
"Yes..." she moaned, her voice cracking.
Her lips crushed against mine. Not a tender kiss, not a hesitant caress. No. A shock. Brutal. Her mouth opened, swallowed mine, her tongue plunged into it with a rage I hadn’t anticipated. The taste was salty, wet, cut with a trickle of saliva that dripped from the corners of our lips and coated my chin.
I groaned, surprised, but my teeth clacked against hers. She moaned into my mouth, a high-pitched, wrenching sound that vibrated up my throat. Her pelvis rolled immediately, her moist heat rubbing my thigh. Even through the fabric, I felt her soaked panties slide against me.
"Nii-san..." Her breath hitched, her words trailed off in a gasp. "Touch me..."
Fuck. She was burning. And she wasn’t playing.
My fingers tightened, moved up her thighs, grasping the soaked elastic of her panties. I yanked. The fabric gave way with a muffled sound, torn off like a paltry restraint. The torn lace hung in my hand for a second before I threw it to the ground.
And then, I saw it.
Her pussy was already glistening, dripping, shiny, as if it had been waiting for me for hours. Her swollen lips throbbed, open, each tremor of her pelvis causing another drop to gush out and run down her thigh.
I couldn’t help but smile, bitterly, panting.
"You’re already soaked..." I breathed, crushing my palm against her.
Her back arched immediately. A strangled cry burst from her throat, her hand gripped the back of my neck, her nails digging into it.
I slid two fingers between her folds, pushing them in at once. She almost screamed, but her cry turned into a prolonged moan, her eyes rolling back for a moment.
I straightened up slightly and captured one of her breasts in my free hand. Heavy and taut, they were already bouncing with her ragged breathing. I pinched her hard nipple between two fingers, roughly, pulling until it was pulled from its shaft.
"Aaaahhh...!" Her cry rose, high-pitched, but her pelvis rolled harder against my fingers. Her cheeks burned, her lips trembled with a broken smile. "I love it... do it again... yes, like that..."
Her words hit me in the chest. She wasn’t playing the victim. She was claiming her pain as fuel.
So I pinched harder, twisting her nipple between my fingers. Her eyes filled with tears, her body arched, but her thighs encircled me even more tightly.
I growled in her ear, my fingers still buried in her sticky pussy, which dripped against my palm.
"You get off on suffering, huh?"
She nodded, her black hair sticking to her forehead, her lips parted in a breathy moan. Then, in a broken breath, she confessed,
"I... I touch myself every night... ever since last night..." Her voice broke into a rasp as my fingers pumped in and out of her. "I come... thinking about you..."
Fuck. Her words whipped me harder than any scream. But despite the guilt, despite the shame, my fingers continued to push in, harder, deeper.
I had no more restraint. Her words, her moans, her pussy already soaking wet beneath my fingers... everything was screaming at me to give in. So I gave in.
I roughly pulled my fingers from her and, in the same motion, flipped her onto her back. Her high-pitched scream was lost in the pillow as my hands pushed her thighs apart without giving her a choice. She gasped, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her heavy breasts rolling against her chest with every breath.
I entered her in one swift thrust. Brutal. Without warning.
— "Aaaahhh... Kaito!!!"
Her scream erupted in the room, breaking into a convulsive moan. Her back arched immediately, her nails scratched the sheets, and her stomach contracted around my cock as if her entire body wanted to swallow me.
I grunted through clenched teeth, unable to stop myself. Her pussy tightened around me with every thrust, sticky, hot, enough to drive me crazy.
She reached out for me, her eyes glistening with tears and fever.
"Harder... hurt me... I want to feel you destroy me..."
Fuck. Her words shocked me. I gripped her thighs, folded them against her chest, and impaled her even deeper. Her scream echoed, her breasts bouncing violently under my thrusts, and her pussy was already squirting against my base.
I hated myself for liking it. But I did.
I turned her over with a sharp gesture. On all fours. Her ass exposed, her back arched, her trembling hands gripping the wood of the bed. The mirror in front of us reflected everything: her half-open mouth, her wet eyes, the scarlet glow of her shame. And me, behind her, my face tense, my gaze dark.
I thrust into her again. She screamed my name, her saliva splashing the glass.
— "Nii-san... it’s... it’s so goooood..."
Her eyes fixed on mine through the mirror took my breath away. She wasn’t running away from her reflection. She was losing herself in it. And it was making her come.
My stomach knotted. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back until her cry broke into a gasp.
— "You’re just a fucking nymphomaniac..." I breathed through my teeth.
"Yes..." she gasped, her face contorted with pleasure. "Yes, I’m yours... use me..."
My thrusts became harsher, more violent. The smacking of our bodies echoed through the room like a war drum. Her pussy flowed continuously, sticky, dripping onto my thighs. Every time I called her a slut, she convulsed harder around me, her juices splashing our legs.
Her eyes, in the mirror, no longer reflected the shy little sister. They reflected a hungry beast, offered, submissive.
Her breasts swayed with every thrust. Heavy, firm, their erect tips hit her chest and bounced under the impact, marking the rhythm of my brutality. The mirror reflected nothing but that: her exposed breasts, her mouth open in wrenching cries, her eyes blurred with tears and pleasure.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her tighter against me. My stomach slapped against her buttocks, my hips bumping against hers with an animalistic rhythm. Her damp skin was already clinging to mine, soaked with sweat and love juice.
— "Aaaahhh... Kaito... again... harder...!"
Her voice vibrated, broken, but each plea was only more fuel. I felt her pussy contract around my cock like a hungry maw. She pumped me of her own accord, arching to swallow me deeper, her hips undulating frantically.
I let go of her hips and grabbed her breasts, crushing them between my hands. The damp flesh overflowed between my fingers, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. She screamed, her thighs trembled, but far from backing away, she arched her back further.
— "Yes... Kaito..."
Her words both froze and inflamed me. I crushed her nipples, pinched them roughly. Her body convulsed, her juices splashed my thighs, and she came again, shaken by an uncontrollable spasm.
In the mirror, her reflection begged me. Her tongue lolled out, her saliva dripped down her chin, her sweat-coated hair painted a mask of lust. A girl I thought was fragile, gentle... transformed into a raging, surrendering beast.
I pulled on her breasts again, forcing her upright, and plunged my cock in one swift thrust, all the way inside. Her scream rose, piercing, echoing against the stone like an obscene echo.
She turned towards me, her face soaked, her eyes wild, and with a strangled moan she gasped:
"I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Nii-san..."
Fuck. Her words tore what little control I had left. I took her back with a dry rage, slamming against her until I felt my own muscles give way.
I felt her pussy grip me tighter, spasming around me, as if trying to wring the last breath from me. And suddenly, her scream rose. Not an ordinary scream. A strangled howl, punctuated by a sob, a filthy, burning joy.
"Aaaahhh... Kaito...!!!"
Her body convulsed violently. Her thighs tightened around me, her hips stilled for a second, then burst. A hot spurt spurted from her, splashed our thighs, and dripped onto the soaked sheet. Her squirting burst forth like release, her juices still flowing as she trembled beneath me, shattered by her own orgasm.
Her eyes, glistening with tears, bored into mine through the mirror. And she begged, panting, her voice cracked with pleasure:
— "Fill me... make me yours again and again... I beg you..."
I gripped her tighter, my fingers marking her skin, and I plunged deeper. A roar escaped me, raw, animal. My seed exploded inside her, spurting out in hot waves, emptying me of everything I’d been holding back. Her walls contracted again, pumping me dry, each twitch of my body responding to a new spasm of hers.
I gasped, my head thrown back, my muscles shaking with shivers. She moaned into the pillow, her face twisted with pleasure and tears.
— "Yes... yes... more... I want it all..."
I poured myself again, unable to stop, until I felt my legs betray me. Her body finally relaxed, but her arms remained clinging to me, her nails digging into my skin as if she were afraid I’d disappear.
Our breaths mingled, heavy, torn. Her voice rose one last time, almost a whisper, but laden with an order, a willing submission:
"I’m yours, Nii-san... forever..."
I closed my eyes, crushed by the weight of her words. And by the icy shame mingling with the heat still pulsing within us.
Her body finally relaxed, clammy and convulsing, but she didn’t pull away. Quite the opposite. She collapsed on top of me, her cheek pressed against my soaked chest, her black hair sticking to my skin in strands heavy with sweat. Her tears were barely drying on her cheeks, but at the corner of her lips... there was that smile. Not that of a shy little sister. No. The twisted, vicious smile of a sated nymphomaniac who already wanted more.
I was still panting, my throat dry, my body drained but not soothed. My hands slid down her back, and I breathed hoarsely,
"It’s not over, Hikari..."
Her red eyes looked up at me, glistening with avid fever. I squeezed her hips, still sticky from my cum dripping down her thighs, and continued, gritting my teeth, "You’re definitely going to enjoy me all night."
Her smile widened, her fingers gripped my chest like claws.
"Yes..." she moaned, panting, almost mad with desire.
Her lips moved up to my ear, her hot breath making me shiver.
— "Fuck me again... again and again... until I go crazy."
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed. Fuck... she really wanted this to never end.
So yes.
This night would be endless because I would fuck her until dawn, relentlessly, just like she demanded.