Seraphina, still getting railed into oblivion, managed to lift her head, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pride.
"You...You practiced?! Lyra, you—fine! I'm proud of you, little sister! Go for it!"
Lyra's face lit up, a bizarre blend of determination and panic.
"Okay! What should I do, big sis?! What do I do?!"
Seraphina, gasping between moans, pointed weakly.
"Just...spread your legs! Hold out your pussy for him! He'll come for you!"
Lyra didn't hesitate. She scrambled onto the bed next to Seraphina, spreading her legs wide, her hands trembling as she presented herself.
"Come on, you big beast!" She taunted, her voice shaking but defiant. "Don't just take my sister—come at me too!"
The bait worked instantly.
Kafka's head snapped toward Lyra, his eyes gleaming with feral hunger.
With a snarl, he pulled out of Seraphina—making her collapse with a whimper—and slammed into Lyra, not even pausing to consider she was a virgin.
Lyra's scream was ear-splitting.
