"Pandora, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say?" Azraelith spoke, confused. I held her tighter, rubbing my naked body against hers.
"Darling, you love , but love cos in different forms. I love my daughters, but that doesn’t an I’d sleep with them. I love my wives, but I hurt Zephyra so much, while I never deliberately scratched Delphina. And Grimm has done so pretty bizarre naughty things with ."
"I love discovering new things, but that doesn’t an I try to marry the concept of knowledge, or the avatar of knowledge if he exists. I love our mother, but that doesn’t an I try to ask her out on a romantic date."
"See? LOVE!! It has many forms. We have a sisterly love, the two of us. I love you like an older sister, you love like a younger sister. But I don’t want that! I want love, that love, the romantic love of a passionate couple."
"I want your body, and I want to give you mine. You said we need to have a child, didn’t you? And I said I’d only do that when you get better. So tell , do you love , Azraelith?"
"Deep down, do you truly love ? Or do you love like a sister? Because I don’t want to have a child born from an older sister’s love."
"..." She fell silent, and her silence was disappointing.
"Pandora, you use the Doom elent to fight, don’t you?"
"Are you kidding ? Where’s my answer... yes, obviously, I created the Doom elent to fight."
"You gave access to Doom too... Pandora, I can’t tell if I love you, because I don’t understand it. I don’t understand what I feel for you. To , I don’t feel anything special for you."
"But that’s just how I’ve always been, so..."
"[Doom: I sacrifice my verbal emotional control for the next two days in exchange for a 20% increase in physical vitality]." Azraelith used my elent for the first ti. I never thought she’d try to use it, given how much anger she still harbored over losing her levels before, even though she’d already recovered them.
"You..."
"I love you." She interrupted , pulling into an embrace.
"S-Sister?"
"I love you so much, Pandora! I love you so much that I feel like tearing everything to shreds for you. But I also hate your arrogant attitude and your favoritism." She spoke without any filter.
"So I really want to make you kneel before and beg for , but I can’t say that directly to you because you’re so arrogant and bold and talented that it frustrates ."
"And the idea of having a baby with you scares . If I admit that I love you, that I’ve loved you for a long ti, I feel like I’ll make a mistake trying to get you pregnant and then be disappointed with what’s born from our union."
"I feel like I’ll fail you, fail our mother, and fail myself. That’s why I can’t love you the way I should..." She admitted through tears, clearly with zero emotional composure, having sacrificed it just to speak.
"Wait, you’ve loved for a long ti? Like, how many months?"
"...About seven..." When she admitted that, I was confused. Considering the ti we’d spent together, if you took out the ti we were apart, the average ti we’d been together was seven months. So she had loved long before I tried to make her love .
"Wait... so all the effort I made... what did you feel?"
"Seeing you so cute, practically begging for my attention, makes want to shove your face into the ground and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t even rember your own na while you break down in tears. Every ti you cling to , I feel like I’m going to lose control."
"I want so badly to throw you on the floor right now and see you cry and beg for while screaming my na." She admitted so rather bizarre things.
"Wait, wait, wait, sothing isn’t right here! This isn’t what I thought... wait a minute, have I been in danger this whole ti? And when you always asked to wear clothes, was it REALLY because you wanted to fuck ?" I had always teased her.
I always said that if she was so bothered by being naked, it was because she couldn’t handle seeing my body. And was that really it?! She had just admitted that she had always wanted that.
"Yes, I can’t stand seeing you naked. Whether it’s you with those massive breasts that make want to bite you, or the cute you now, I would love to see you cry."
"Cry? Why do you keep ntioning crying? You know I’m not soone who cries easily, right?"
"Oh, I know, but that cute face of yours and a body like a little slut’s gives an uncontrollable rage. It turns on to imagine you crying." When she admitted these things, I was shocked.
’My sister... the older sister, bold, arrogant, stubborn, and full of anger... and she’s actually a secret pervert?!’ Her feelings were always so repressed that I never realized how lecherous she was. But it made sense! I’m a pervert! Our race is biologically very lustful, so it was strange she was "normal" in that regard.
"Oh, so all those tis I teased you, I was risking you throwing against any hard surface and shoving that thick, smooth tail of yours into ?" When I said that, her eyes grew dangerous, like I was provoking her.
’Isn’t this the perfect opportunity?’
"Older sister, if you love that much, what do you feel for our mother?" When I asked that, Azraelith seed tense, her lips trembling, and it was obvious she didn’t want to speak, but she had gotten rid of the restraint that would have stopped her.
"Rage, a lot of rage. I love her, but I have so much hatred for the favoritism she shows you. I also feel so jealous of how she gives you attention. I also feel the urge to push her away when she touches you."
"Mom isn’t of our race, so the ntal and physical blocks we have get confused. I can’t hurt her, but I also feel so jealous of her touching you, even though she has zero interest in your body."
"Hahaha, holy shit! Hahahaha!" I burst out laughing, hearing these truths I never thought she would say. From Azraelith’s frustrated expression, she clearly didn’t want to admit any of this. She was in deep trouble now.
"You idiot! Pandora, you idiot! Don’t laugh at my exposed emotions! It pisses off and makes want to punch your face until it sinks into the ground!!"
"Wow, calm down, little angry one. You’re the one who did this stupid thing. For the next two days, I’ll be asking a lot of things... but sister, I have one last question for now... would you be happy with ? Would you truly be happy having ?"
"...Yes... I want to be happy with you, and I would be happy with you... even though I hate you so much, I love you more than the hatred I have. And I would love to have children with you, even though I’m scared... I hate admitting it... but I want a family with you." With her answer, I hugged her tenderly.
"Just for today, just this once, I’ll be yours, the way you want."
"Wait, what? What do you an, Pandora?"
"I love a good ga. I love unique sexual experiences." That’s why I still go along with the craziness Grimm asks for.
"I really, really, really like it when my partners ask for sothing and I can make it happen. I don’t have my own fetishes or sexual interests. I do have a personal preference for girls like you."
"But a fetish? I have zero personal fetishes, so I like the fetishes of my partners. I’ll do what you want. You can fuck my body. You can try to get pregnant if you’re lucky enough to manage it, though I doubt it, since pregnancy in our race takes months."
"And unless you had so secret pregnancy magic, getting pregnant is impossible right now. But let’s roll the dice. Do you want to act? You’ve seen how well I can act. What fetish do you have?"
"..." She fell silent.
"Really? For real? You’ll do that for ? Why?"
"Because I love you. As a girl, as a partner, as a lover, as soone I want to bring into my life. And your love, your happiness, your satisfaction are also my joy."
"...Cute... I like cute girls... and I like it when they cry... I love hearing the sound of moans, screams, and crying from cute girls. It started in the past when I was a child on my first hunt."
"A demon, a cute little girl that I loved watching cry. I never forgot that day. Even though I’ve had practically no sexual encounters in my life, I never forgot that day, that euphoric feeling."
"You’re already in this shrunken, cute form. So, can you act? Resist a little. Cry and moan like you’re suffering but also like you’re enjoying it. That’s all I want. I want so badly to see you cry for ." For the first ti since I’d known Azraelith, she was being brutally honest.
"I’ll do it. Just tell first: you thought that by sacrificing your verbal emotional control, it would just make you a little more honest, right? So you didn’t think you’d beco a machine spouting complete truths."
"...Yes, I thought that by doing this, I’d just admit that I love you. I didn’t think this stupid mouth would pour out words of love, insecurity, and even the personal fetish I hid from everyone, including my mother."
"Hahaha, that’s so interesting, older sister. Alright, do what you want with . But make it good. Don’t hold back. I’ll cry for you. I’ll seem like the most fragile, innocent, shy girl of all." A fetish for shy, crybaby girls. Who would have thought soone like Azraelith would have such unique and eccentric tastes?
Azraelith had a mixture of different sexual paraphilias: sexual sadism, which I also have; dacryphilia, sothing I never expected to see in anyone; domination; and the strangest of all, Azraelith had sexualized cute aggression.
Which is real, and I knew it existed, but it had never even crossed my mind that I’d et soone like that, since it’s a bit strange to get aroused by breaking, hurting, or squeezing cute things.
Probably because it got mixed with sadism, it ended up giving Azraelith the desire to go further than just squeezing, reaching a level of actual aggression that entered BDSM. But that’s fine. I’m sadistic and masochistic; I can accept these sides of her.
’Okay, take a deep breath... act, right? I just need to pretend to be cute, crybaby, and weak. It’s not hard. Even though I’ve never acted like that during sex, if it’s for her, it’s fine. And it might be a fun experience.’
"Older sister, take off your clothes. Let’s begin. Your cute and adorable Pandora is ready to cry and moan like a complete, shy slut." I gave one last malicious smile before the ga began.
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