Having a quickie with Le Fay in the shower was an exhilarating and unforgettable experience for Riser, especially considering how incredibly good she was at it.
He had her pressed against the shower wall, her body slick with water as he took her from behind.
His cock plunged into her tight pussy with unrelenting force, each thrust making her cry out in pure ecstasy.
Her moans were loud and shameless, echoing off the bathroom tiles like a melody of lust.
She sounded like a cat in heat, her voice trembling with pleasure as the cold water cascaded over their entwined bodies.
"Ahh… Riser! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Le Fay screamed, her voice breaking as the intense pleasure consumed her.
Her eyes rolled back, her body shuddering violently as she reached her peak.
She gripped the shower wall for support, her legs trembling as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her.
Riser wasn't far behind.
The way her pussy clenched and spasmed around him drove him wild, pushing him closer to his own release.
"You're so tight, Le Fay! I'm also going to cum!" he groaned, his hips slamming into her with abandon.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, roaring as he spilled his seed into her, the pleasure overwhelming them both.
They stood there for a moment, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their shared orgasm.
As their breathing slowed, Riser leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues intertwined as the water continued to pour over them, washing away the evidence of their heated encounter.
After a few moments, they reluctantly pulled apart, cleaning themselves up with the cold water.
Once they were both thoroughly washed, they stepped out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed.
Despite the intensity of their morning activities, they walked out of the bathroom with composed expressions, ready to join his parents at the breakfast table as if nothing had happened.
"Brother, that's a nice mustache on you," Ravel Phenex complimented, pretending that everything from before had never happened.
As they entered the breakfast table, her words broke the heavy silence that lingered after they had taken their seats.
Riser chuckled at her remark. "You've grown up as well, Ravel. You've become even more beautiful than I remember from the last time I saw you."
Ravel's gaze shifted toward Le Fay. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but she said nothing.
She pouted at her brother and asked, "Are you leaving because you don't like Rias and prefer her, brother?"
"No. She has nothing to do with it," Riser replied, his tone turning sharp as he cast her a warning glance. "You should also address her with respect, my dear sister. She will be your sister-in-law in the future."
"Yes, brother," Ravel murmured obediently, though it was clear she was reluctant.
Deep down, she harbored suspicion toward this woman—this vixen women who had lured her brother away from home for so long.
The memory of her walking in on that moment still haunted her—the sight of that woman in her brother's chambers, making lewd faces, moaning shamelessly, and riding him like an animal.
That unforgettable image fueled her contempt.
It was impossible for her to harbor any positive feelings toward this woman. Every insult she had thrown—calling them a baka, hentai, and pervert—had been aimed squarely at this shameless vixen, not at her brother.
Yet, despite it all, she obeyed her brother without hesitation. Her respect for him was unwavering, even as time passed and circumstances changed.
Before meeting Issei, she had always looked up to Riser as someone above her—a figure to admire and obey. In her eyes, her brother was unbeatable, invincible, and untouchable. That impression of him remained unshaken to this day.
So, she quickly adjusted her mood, suppressing her distaste, and greeted Le Fay with as much respect as she could muster.
"Sister-in-law, I hope you enjoy your stay."
"S-Sister-in-law?" Le Fay Pendragon's face turned crimson at the title. "Me? Sister-in-law? Do you mean to say… I'll marry Riser in the future?"
She glanced at Riser, seeking some kind of confirmation, but he simply watched their exchange with amusement, offering no response.
Even Ravel Phenex herself shook her head, her disdain momentarily faltering as she observed Le Fay's flustered reaction.
Maybe… just maybe… I was wrong about her.
Could it be my brother who's the true pervert here, not her?
"Ahem," Riser coughed, breaking the tension. "Ravel, this is Le Fay Pendragon. And Le Fay, this is my sister, Ravel Phenex. I hope the two of you will get along."
Le Fay cleared her throat, forcing herself to regain composure.
With a graceful nod, she introduced herself. "Le Fay Pendragon. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ravel."
"Nice to meet you too, Le Fay," Ravel responded, her tone polite but guarded as she introduced herself in return.
"Brother… I wanted to talk to you alone. May I?" Her voice trembled as she glanced briefly at Le Fay, her pleading tone evident in every syllable.
Le Fay, catching the unspoken urgency in her words, nodded at Riser.
With a graceful bow, she exited the room, leaving them alone to speak in private.
Ravel waited until the sound of Le Fay's footsteps had completely faded before she moved.
Without warning, she threw herself into Riser's arms, her body trembling as she buried her face against his chest.
A muffled sniff escaped her lips.
"Brother… why?" Her voice cracked, heavy with anguish. "Why did you leave?"
Ravel tilted her head back to look at him, tears streaking her cheeks, her expression a raw portrayal of grief and betrayal. "Why…? Tell me why, brother?"
Riser exhaled slowly, his own emotions swirling in a tumultuous storm.
"Yeah…? Why is this, Ravel?" he murmured, his hand gently stroked her golden locks, the once radiant strands now duller.
Yet as he held her, as he saw her delicate features, his heart twisted painfully.
Memories of a past he could never forget clawed at his mind—the image of her throwing herself into Hyoudou Issei's arms, her laughter, her loyalty, all so easily given to that mongrel.
She had replaced him in her heart, in her life, without hesitation.
And now, in this timeline, she wept for him. The bitter irony stung sharper than any blade.
Then something darker awakened him, twisting his heart into something he could never have foreseen.
His gentle stroking shifted, his touch becoming possessive and perverse.
His hand trailed lower, sliding down her back with a dangerous intent, until it hovered just above her rear.
"Brother...?" Ravel's voice was hesitant, her gaze filled with uncertainty as she turned her head to look at him.
Yet, oddly, she didn't pull away.
She didn't resist his touch.
Riser froze, his hand trembling as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What I have done?" he whispered to himself, his voice filled with anguish and confusion.
But instead of pushing him away, Ravel stepped closer. Her voice was steady, though tinged with vulnerability.
"If I gave myself to you, brother… would you stay? Would you promise to stay home with me forever?"
Riser's breath caught in his throat.
Her words were a mix of desperation and unwavering resolve, and when he met her gaze, he saw the truth in her eyes—she was serious.
Dead serious.
He hesitated, torn between the lines he knew he shouldn't cross and the undeniable pull he felt toward her.
But his hesitation didn't last long.
Before he even realized it, his lips found hers, claiming them in a heated, forbidden kiss.
Ravel's hands gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin as she gasped against his mouth.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and with a surge of raw lust, Riser swept her up and pressed her against the breakfast table.
The kiss deepened, growing more aggressive and possessive.
His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
Ravel responded in kind, her body arching against his, her breaths turning into soft, desperate moans.
Their passion consumed them both, and as the kiss continued, they both understood one unspoken truth:
There was no turning back now.