The night was dark and still.
Gazing at the beauty sleeping soundly in my arms, I slowly recalled everything.
It all began with her coming-of-age ceremony last year.Before that, my sister and I were as close as siblings could be.
From childhood, she was the perfect elder sister.
She always cared for me, protected me from bullies.
Our bond was pure, innocent.
We played together, studied together, bathed together, slept together—we were so happy.
But looking back now, everything seems shrouded in darkness, shrouded in haze…
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, in Smithwood village, both men and women have their rites.
For women, it's simple—cook a meal, prepare wild game, or gather herbs in the forest to pass.
I secretly helped her gather herbs, and in the end, she cheated her way to the top of that year's ceremony.
I was thrilled, dancing and celebrating with her.
But perhaps we overdid it, because the next day, I fell ill, bedridden.She was so worried, staying by my side day and night.
By the third day, I was stabilizing.
Our adoptive parents, Alric and Mira Smith, had a more critical patient to tend to at the clinic, so they left me at home in her care.
Her medical skills weren't great, but she was excellent at tending to patients.Mother left a prescription—she only needed to prepare the herbs and boil them.
But somehow, whether by mistake or intent, she mixed the herbs wrong.
What was meant to strengthen the body and kidneys turned into a potent aphrodisiac for men.
In a half-conscious daze, I drank the entire concoction, unaware of the problem.
The herbs took effect quickly—I felt restless, uneasy.
Below, a small tent had formed.
Liora, my sister, stared at me with wide, almond eyes, her cheeks flushed red.
She was flustered, unsure what to do…
Thinking back, I'm not sure if her expression was genuine or an act.In that haze, I instinctively tore off my restrictive clothes.
Once freed, it stood tall, proud, defiant, reaching for the sky.
As if sensing a target to conquer nearby, it twitched, challenging the woman before it.
My mind was half-lucid, my body burning, the urge below roaring like waves crashing against cliffs, relentless, thunderous.
Then, a soft, gentle hand caressed it, trying to soothe the raging tide.
But it was like pouring oil on fire—the more she stroked, the fiercer the waves crashed.
An invisible pressure built, unbearable, until it reached its peak and suddenly released.The sea calmed, the waves stilled.
Everything returned to silence.
The pressure vanished, and I felt as if I were floating among clouds, utterly at peace.
Strength surged through my veins…Opening my eyes, I saw Liora Smith, her hands gripping it tightly.
Her face bore traces of white fluid, her gaze distant, lost in thought.
"Sister, what are you doing…?"
I tried to sit up, but she stopped me.
"You're not well yet—rest and regain your strength," she said.
"I mixed the wrong herbs. You can't tell anyone about this, understood?"
She wiped the fluid from her face, then, inexplicably, tasted it…
Seeing that, the calm sea roared back to life, the beast rising again.
Watching her try to tame the beast with love, my heart pounded wildly.
A mix of thrill and anticipation washed over me.
I lay there, satisfied, watching her, not understanding why she did it.
Her focused gaze, red lips, curved lashes, flushed cheeks, pale pink skin—she was so gentle, so beautiful…
She was utterly captivating.Liora tried her best, caressing with love, but what she sought didn't come.
The beast defied her, ignoring her care, standing unyielding, unbowed.
At that moment, something long-dormant in me awoke.
I knew what was coming, why she was like this, and what I needed to do.
I sat up, pulling her into my arms.
We shared breaths, exchanged our first kiss—a kiss so sweet.
Her eyes, filled with love and joy, told me everything was ready.
I still remember that first moment.
I fumbled, clumsily trying to undo her outer layers.
Seeing my struggle, she smiled—a smile full of love, shy and tender.
She guided my hands, showing me how, but I couldn't manage.
So she undressed herself, piece by piece.
Halfway through, she paused, hands lifting her dress, her body half-revealed, half-hidden.
Her face flushed pink.
"My body… does it meet your expectations?"
…
Every time I recall that moment, I'm struck with awe.
She was irresistible, like a ripe, juicy peach, every fiber sweet.
I asked,
"Why did you do this?"
She gazed at me intently, as if memorizing every feature, every expression.
With a sigh, she spoke softly, shyly,
"I don't know. I only know I'm so happy. I just want to do it for you again."
That moment is etched in my heart—no, in my soul.
In that moment, I had no reservations left.
I laid her on the bed.
"Sister, you're beautiful, a masterpiece crafted by heaven and earth. Thank you for everything that brought you to me."
"No," she replied, "thank my parents for giving me this body. Thank them for saving you, so we could have this night… Now, little brother, this stays between us, clear?"
"Yes, sister."
We wrestled through the morning.
She reached her peak three times before I hit mine.
In that moment, I was so happy—I wished it could last forever.
Forever hearing her soft moans, touching those ripe peaches…
Her flower, flushed pink, glistened with dew after a torrential rain.
"Sister, can I do it with you again?"
She only smiled—a mysterious smile.
But I knew it was a yes.
A week later, we kept finding ways to be alone.
Whenever no one was around, we clung to each other.
During that time, I felt I could sense the future.
My body grew stronger, my senses awakened, sharper than ever.
Gradually, each session lasted hours.And she—she became more radiant, more captivating.
She felt my desire, my strength, growing too great.
One or two positions in an hour became too dull.
Then, out of nowhere, she showed me a book—a guide to sixty-nine positions.It was like a new world opening before me…
I felt the wonder of each position, as if heaven and earth could move this way.
My sister and I studied it night and day.
Soon, I knew her body like the back of my hand.After that, she sank deeper, grew more wanton.
She craved it constantly, provoking me at every turn.
When she learned the herb cellar was soundproof, she stopped holding back.
Her moans echoed, louder than Widow Lana's at the edge of the village.
And that wasn't all—outside the house, she didn't hide her desire.
She teased me relentlessly, as if daring me to take her in front of everyone.
Over a year has passed, and we've done it countless times.
Maybe what she said before was true—our adoptive parents, Alric and Mira, know and silently approve.
She's gentle, capable, cooks wonderfully, and breathtakingly beautiful.
Her only flaw, if you can call it that, is her insatiable passion.
What's wrong with me?
Someone loves me this much—what more could I regret?
Outside, dawn was nearing.
Looking at her enchanting, beautiful face, sleeping peacefully in my arms, I gently woke her.
"Sister, I want to take you somewhere."
She squirmed, shaking her head, nestling closer to me.
"Sister, it's a beautiful place—you'll love it."…
No response.
"I planned to propose to you there, but if you don't want to go, fine. Maybe next year…"
Liora rubbed her eyes, squinting, and mumbled,
"Middle of the night, where are you going? I'm exhausted—you're getting too good at this. I can barely walk. Carry me, please…"
"Alright, get dressed properly."
"No. You dress me…"
…
The air was cool and serene, a gentle breeze whispering through.
In the distance, wolves howled, mingling with roosters crowing, echoing across the vast expanse.
Above, the boundless sky stretched wide, the moon drifting toward the horizon.
On the way, I carried her in my arms, like a princess.
"Little brother," she said, "you're not planning to kill me in the night to keep our secret, are you? If you're scared, I'll marry someone else, as you wish. But I'll still let you do it with me, even bear your children. Just don't kill me. I swear to the heavens, in this life, I'll only have your children…"
She paused, then continued,
"If that's not enough, how about I kill my husband on our wedding night to become a widow? That way, I satisfy your beastly desires, preserve our family's honor, and still bear your children… What do you say?"
I,
"If you know that, why follow me? Run now—I won't chase you."
Hearing this, she pressed closer to my chest, arms around my neck, sobbing softly.
"You know I can't resist you. If you want to kill me, I… I wouldn't dare run."
"Don't kill me, please. I'll be good. From now on, whatever you ask, I'll do. Even if you can't control yourself and strip me in front of a crowd to satisfy your urges, I won't refuse you for honor's sake. I'm so beautiful, so obedient, I eat little, I'm easy to care for—killing me would be such a waste… Don't kill me, please."…
I felt her trembling with fear.
Good heavens, how did she get this bad…?
"Stop overthinking," I said. "I'm taking you to see the sunrise. It's a special place. Maybe up there, you'll go back to normal…. Why are you smiling? Thinking something wild again, aren't you?"
…
I carried her to the mountain peak, beside a great tree.
From there, you could see all of Smithwood, the distant ranges rising and falling.
The vast heavens and earth unfolded before us.
Liora, in my arms, whispered,
"I saw some familiar faces earlier, but I hid my face—they didn't see me clearly. If they ask later, just say a few words to cover it up. It won't come out."
"Mm.""Didn't you hate that the whole world doesn't know about us? Why so scared now, just because a few people might've seen?"
"I'm not scared. I'm worried about your reputation. How will you face people? And our parents' honor, too. If you covered my face and took me in front of a crowd, it probably wouldn't matter…"
"Fine, one day I'll do it—cover your face, drag you to an alley behind the market, and do it in front of everyone… You're already wet, aren't you?"
…
A moment later…"We're almost there. You'll see something breathtaking soon."
"Why did you suddenly want to come here?"
"I just felt I had to—and do something important. Sister, will you stay by my side for life?"
"Yes…"
"I made up my mind.
When dawn breaks, I'll tell our adoptive parents about us.
No matter what happens, I'll take responsibility for this wanton woman.…"
Dawn broke, rays of light piercing the darkness, illuminating the sky.
The sun rose, slow and steady, unstoppable.
This sunrise marked a new chapter in my life.
…
In the distance, two figures hid behind a bush, watching everything.
A tall, gaunt shadow spoke,
"Have we followed these depraved two long enough? Luna, why are you so stubborn? That boy has no place for you in his heart—only his wanton sister and their shameful acts. A waste of Alric Smith's virtuous life."
He continued,
"You're special, with great talent, destined to become a great power. Countless better men await your choice. Why cling to him?"
The shorter figure, cloaked head to toe, revealed only her eyes and form—enough to know she'd be a devastating beauty in time.
"No, Master, you must save him. He's only been seduced by that wanton sister. He's young—mistakes are forgivable. Besides, you saw it—he's loyal and righteous. He saved me once, helped me so much. If I lose him, I'll regret it forever."
The tall shadow sighed.
"A cursed fate."
Suddenly, he struck, knocking her out.
"Time's nearly up. It's coming soon. My disciple, I only want what's best for you. This boy may have been your savior once, but he's not your future. Leave him here and move forward—that's what you need."
He hoisted her over his shoulder, muttered a spell, and a swirl of glowing dust enveloped them.
In an instant, they vanished into the distance.