"That's where new stockings might come in handy."
"Hope so." Qiong smoothed her skirt, preparing to leave, then glanced back. "Pantyhose, right?"
"Yep, pantyhose."
"Crotchless?"
"…What are you thinking?"
Kagura choked, inwardly protesting: Am I the type to gift my sister crotchless erotic stockings?
"Didn't think so."
Qiong shrugged, slipping away.
It was "common knowledge" that Qiong had a peculiar stress-relief habit: squatting on a sink to release "holy water." Yesterday, while indulging, she encountered something extraordinary. Post-release, a voice—identical to her own inner reading voice—echoed in her mind, as if her brain were conversing with her.
"Save Slot A or Save Slot B?" it asked.
Though uninterested in games, Qiong, influenced by Eriri and Sayuri, understood "saving." Initially dismissing it as a hallucination, she tested again at 1 AM, and the voice returned. After drinking juice to induce urination, she tried the toilet—no voice. An hour later, in the bathroom, it reappeared.
Qiong hypothesized she'd awakened a unique ability, triggered by urinating outside a toilet.
"Now, it's time to verify."
Leaving the piano room, ignoring the maids' soft greetings, Qiong hurried to Eriri's room. Unlocked, with Eriri likely in her studio, Qiong darted to the bathroom's changing area, locking the door. She yanked down her panties and carefully squatted on Eriri's sink.
"Sorry, Eriri… Forgive me, I need to test this…"
Covering her lips, Qiong released a shimmering stream, the shameful gurgle rushing toward the drain. As it ended, before she could grab tissue, her voice resounded in her mind.
—"Save Slot B? Overwrite Slot A? Or load Slot A?"
Qiong mentally commanded: Save B, load A.
Time spun. The world blurred, dreamlike, and Qiong found herself naked in the bathroom, warm shower water cascading over her, the space eerily silent save for the flow, as if she were alone in the universe.
"This is…?"
Qiong clenched her fists, pinching her cheek. She was at Save Slot A's timestamp: April 23, 3:57 AM, showering. Slot B was in the future, around 7 PM.
"I… time-traveled?"
It took moments to accept the reality.
Cautious, Qiong didn't rush to exploit her newfound power. She tested meticulously. Loading Slot B (7 PM), she clipped her left fingernails, then returned to Slot A—nails restored. Clipping again and loading Slot B, nails remained clipped.
"I see… Saving isn't just bodily time-jumping; it preserves my entire state. Only my consciousness leaps. Does this mean… I'm practically immortal?"
In Slot A's bathroom, Qiong giggled, grasping the implications.
"Hm, looping once or twice is fun, but thousands of times would bore me…"
She washed, pondering. A shameless idea sprouted: since saves captured her state, anything done between saves would vanish upon reloading, unnoticed by others.
Kagura's name surfaced, and her core dampened at the thought.
April 23, 4:35 AM. Dawn hinted at Japan's eastern edge. Kagura, asleep, rolled over, arms stretching from the covers to hug a bundle of sheets, curling up as if embracing a bedmate.
Buzz—Buzz—
His phone vibrated. At home, it stayed on vibrate, switching to silent at night, but calls from select contacts—like Dad, Sayuri, Eriri, Nao, Qiong, or Saki—triggered it.
Smack, smack…
Kagura's left eyelid twitched, sensing the buzz but dismissing it as a dream. Licking his lips, he rolled over, sleeping.
Thirty seconds later, the buzz persisted. Groaning, he fumbled in the dark, patting the pillow's edge until he grasped the phone. Squinting, he saw "Qiong" glaring on the screen.
Adrenaline surged. He swiped the green icon, raising the phone. "Hey, Qiong, what's—"
Beep beep beep…
Qiong hung up.
"Fuck…"
Baffled, Kagura stared at the ended call, tossing the phone aside to resume sleep. Thirty seconds later, it buzzed again. Irritated, he sat up, waiting a moment before answering.
Qiong hung up faster, leaving him stunned.
"Ugh… What's she up to?"
Rubbing his hair, Kagura took deep breaths to wake himself. Noticing unread LINE messages, he opened Qiong's chat:
[Don't answer, read this.]
[Seriously, don't pick up!]
[You awake? Need to talk.]
[Reply quick!]
[Um… probably awake now? Sorry for disturbing you, but it's super important. Reply ASAP.]
Kagura scratched his head, thinking: She's more impatient than me.
Guessing Qiong avoided calls to evade Sayuri's suspicion, he didn't want his sister scolded. He signed into the system, banishing fatigue, cast multiple Cleanse spells instead of showering, and replied: [I'm up. What's up?]
Fully alert, he could run a marathon if needed.
Qiong's reply was instant: [Got the study key? Bring it and meet me there. Need to talk.]
Kagura typed: [Alright.]
"What's she want in the study at this hour…?"
Perplexed, Kagura knew Qiong's eccentricities. He understood Eriri better; Qiong's thoughts were opaque, unlike Eriri's open book.
Planning to change and leave, he paused. If Sayuri checked and found him gone, it'd raise questions. Recalling a long-unused item, he lay back, muttering: Substitute Doll, activate!
Rising, he became translucent, a "Kagura" sleeping peacefully on the bed. In stealth mode, with intangibility, anyone seeing the doll would think: He's asleep, don't disturb.
Deactivating stealth, Kagura changed, grabbed the key, reactivated stealth, and phased through the door toward the study.
"It's Qiong's birthday tomorrow. Why summon me now?"
Muttering, he passed early-rising maids and kitchen staff, unnoticed, focused on their tasks.
Nearing the study, he spotted Qiong at a corner. She wore a pristine Sobu High uniform, hair slightly damp—perhaps unblow-dried in haste. Her ribbon and sheer black pantyhose were impeccable, though her lack of a schoolbag felt off.
Seeing no one, Kagura dropped stealth, rounding the corner.
"Morning…"
Qiong, calming herself, greeted him expressionlessly.
"Morning…? Bit too early."
Kagura chuckled wryly.
Unbeknownst to him, this was a fresh day for him but Qiong's fifth rendezvous here. Each "new" Kagura recalled nothing, as those moments didn't exist for him—only Qiong, with her time-leaping, remembered.
She tested repeatedly to keep her secretive act from Kagura's memory, shielding it from his future leverage.
"Open the door."
Qiong pointed calmly at the lock, sans her black rabbit plushie.
A system chime sounded: Lord Kagura, new bounty. Choose one or skip: A: Unlock with key. B: Kick the door open. C: Hand key to Qiong.
"I'll go with A."
Reality snapped back.
Noticing Qiong's alertness, Kagura whispered while unlocking, "What time did you wake?"
"I'm fine, not sleepy."
"Cool."
He opened the door, letting Qiong enter, then locked it behind them.
The system chimed: Thank you for completing the bounty. Rewards: [Complete Penetration] ability, one 5% female sensitivity potion.
"Complete Penetration??"
The name suggested intimacy.
As implied, [Complete Penetration] allows your penis to breach the cervix into the uterus if a woman's vagina is too shallow, with system safeguards for her health.
"That's… thrilling."
Kagura approved.
You may toggle this ability.
"Keep it on."
Exiting the system, he stood in the spacious, rarely used study, once his father's.
"No lights," Qiong said without turning.
"Got it."
Shrugging, Kagura surveyed the room by dawn's faint glow, Qiong's petite 152 cm silhouette stirring old fantasies—now quelled by their sibling bond. Lusting after his blood sister was wrong.
Qiong took deep breaths, resolute. Puzzled, Kagura watched her grab his hand, pulling him past a screen to the bedroom nook.
"Qiong…? What's up?"
She didn't answer, releasing him after a few steps. Turning, her face held slyness and shyness, legs trembling with peculiar excitement.
Tap— Her right index finger poked his chest. Swaying her bangs, she met his confused gaze, licking her lips, eyes narrowing confidently. "I've wanted to say… Kagura, you…"
"Me…?"
Her stare unnerved him; he swallowed to steady himself.
"Heh…" Qiong tilted her left foot, its shoe tapping twice, pat pat. Her finger traced a circle on his chest, her knowing gaze piercing. "You're always staring at my legs… aren't you?"
"Uh… cough…" Kagura turned to the faintly lit window. "Sorry, I didn't know our true relation then."
"Why so flustered? I'm not scolding you."
Qiong glanced, amused, planting her foot flat.
"Uh—?"
Sucking in his gut, Kagura thought: Then why drag me here at dawn?
"Rather than scolding…" Qiong stood tall, hands behind her, head tilted left, feigning innocence, cheeks pink. "Sometimes, I showed them to you on purpose."
"Huh…?"
Kagura's ears misfired. Showed me on purpose? Does that mean…
"Hey, Kagura…" Qiong closed her eyes, peeking with her right, whispering, "Why do you think I hate you calling yourself my brother?"
"Why… Maybe because I treated you like a maid for years, and you resent the sudden shift?"
"Heh… Boys think so simply."
"…Sorry for being simple."
"It's fine…" Qiong tiptoed, chest slightly forward, then stood flat, enunciating, "I know you're my brother but refuse to accept it. If I did, you'd only see me as a sister."
Sorry, Kagura, I'm a coward, only daring to say this now…
"Being a sister… isn't good?"
"Not good. Not. At. All!"
Qiong snapped, glaring. "When you ogled my legs with intent, I got so excited. Your gaze burned, like you'd douse me in hot semen."
"I… got so wet… I'd hide in my room, masturbating, moaning your name, imagining you inside me, ravaging me relentlessly."
Kagura froze, heart racing like a hamster wheel with a tiny Qiong sprinting inside.
"I…" Unable to meet her fiery gaze, he scratched his nose awkwardly. "Really? Sorry, my stares pressured you, huh?"
"That's not it!" Qiong, frustrated, yanked his shirt, red-faced, shouting, "I want you to keep looking, always, and… forget you're my brother. Only then…"
"Phew…"
Kagura, heavy-hearted, patted her head. Calming, she loosened her grip, shivering as if plunged into ice. He hugged her, stroking from her nape down her back. "So, you hid these feelings, rejecting our sibling bond?"
"Exactly… You're such an idiot, realizing too late."
"How could I know without you saying?"
He smiled wryly.
"Anyway… I've said it all. You must think I'm a pervert, your sweet sister turned depraved. Will you tell Madam to send me to a nun or ship me to England?"
Qiong clung to him, trembling in fear.
"Idiot…" Kagura sighed, tapping her head. "Your distress came from my gazes. Sending you away would be cruel."
"It's not your fault…"
Tears welled, she nuzzled his chest, choking, "Before your looks, long before… I loved you. Knowing our forbidden bond, I couldn't stop. I love you, so much…"
"I see…"
Kagura reeled, as if yanked from bed to inherit a throne—jarring, sudden. For Qiong, this scene was her fifth rehearsal, though her first confession.
"Later, you grew, eyeing me that way. I was thrilled, expecting you to take me… But you learned the truth, and your gaze turned guilty, hesitant," she sobbed, pausing. "I hated that. Why change? Sister or not, can't a brother lust after her?"
"I…"
Nao's words echoed: "If you must, don't get caught." His mind churned, impulse and reason clashing like apocalyptic dragons.
Should he be a proper brother, correcting her incestuous thoughts, or yield, sinking with her?
He regretted meddling in his parents' affairs, calling Dad. Ignorance of Qiong's origins would've changed everything.
Qiong pushed away, face streaked with tears rolling down her pale cheeks to her chin, dripping onto her clothes.
"Please, Kagura… Blood ties don't matter. I love you, most of all. You're holding back too, right? Just once, pretend it's gone, say you love me."
Her trembling hands clutched his shirt, face drained, as if she'd faint.
"Even if you ask me to forget…" Kagura inhaled, conflicted. "You know who I love, don't you?"
"That doll maid? It doesn't matter! Just now, this moment… Make me your woman, not your sister!"
"Even knowing I love another, your feelings won't change?"
"Hmph… Share some love with me… even just…" Wiping tears, blushing, she mumbled, "Even just your lust… I'll take it all…"
"I'd never use you as a release," Kagura said sternly, gripping her shoulders. "Sister or not, you're precious. I've never thought of you that way."
"But…" Qiong's sobs slowed, joy and unease mixing as she pinched her skirt, lifting it. "You've wanted me, right? Do what you desire. I'll accept it all."
"Is this… okay?"
As her skirt rose, Kagura struggled to focus on her face.
"It's fine… We're special. Treat me as a naughty maid…" Qiong bunched her skirt at her waist, revealing white lace panties under black pantyhose.
The white against sheer black was intoxicatingly erotic, more thrilling than bare skin. The pantyhose's seam was slightly askew, normal enough. Her flat, slim abdomen peeked between skirt and hose, navel teasingly visible, thighs pressed with a subtle gap. Biting her lip, she whispered expectantly, shyly, "Come…"
"One step, and there's no turning back."
Kagura's restraint wavered, but reason screamed: She's your half-sister. Not a legally marriable cousin, but a true, taboo sibling.
"It's okay…" Qiong tiptoed, pressing against him, knees clamping his right leg, murmuring, "You're not wrong. I seduced you. See me as a demon tempting your fall… Come… Just your gaze on my panties makes me wet… My pussy feels your touch, pulsing, spilling love for you…"
"Ah—! You wicked maid!"
Qiong's relentless seduction shattered his reason. Casting aside ethics, he saw her only as a devoted, yearning maid.
Bending, he hoisted her over his shoulder. Amid her soft yelp, he carried her to the bedroom's bed.
Sitting, he positioned the barely forty-kilogram Qiong across his lap.
"Eep…?"
Startled, Qiong tried to speak, but Kagura flipped her skirt, exposing her lace-trimmed white panties and shapely thighs under fine black hose. Pinning the skirt to her waist, he pressed her right shoulder, positioning her.
Raising his right hand high, he brought it down on her right buttock, the air whistling, her flesh resounding with a sharp slap.
"Ow!!"
Tears, barely dried, spilled anew. Her body stiffened, legs kicking, back arching as if shocked. Pampered and delicate, she'd never endured such a "beating."
So strong… It hurts… This is his spanking? Painful, but… not bad. I've waited so long… Hurt me more, Brother Kagura, any way you want.
"Back when I was clueless, you glared, gave me cold looks. Caught staring at your legs, you eyed me like trash, making me guilt-trip for ages. And all along—slap!!—you—slap slap!—felt that way?"
His strikes were merciless, harder than with Kawasaki, tinged with personal frustration, unlike the punitive intent then.
Qiong, after her initial cry, clenched her teeth, enduring silently, fists tight, eyes shut, thinking: Master Kagura, Brother, yes… Don't care who I am. Punish me, mark me, claim me like a beast.
Her endurance had limits. Untrained, she soon yelped. After twenty-plus strikes, both cheeks red and swollen—hidden by hose and panties—Kagura paused, panting. Qiong stifled gasps, interrupting, "It's fine… You're right, my fault. Do what you want, no need to hold back. I'll always love you."
"You're my sister alright, a masochist like Eriri?"
His hand kneaded her sore, numb buttock, savoring its smaller size compared to Kawasaki's, wondering if, blindfolded, it'd feel like her chest.
"Hah… hah… Can you stop mentioning siblings…?"
Slap—! Slap slap!! He struck thrice, kneading, panting, "Why not? Call me Brother."
"…" Qiong hesitated, the taboo word "Brother" stuck, igniting shameful thrills. Finally, she whispered, "Pervert…"
"Tch." Squinting, he pinched her right cheek, tugging, eliciting squeals, then slapped from thigh to butt. "Not enough, huh?"
"…Total pervert!"
Qiong panicked, trapped, no escape.
Slap slap slap!! Alternating cheeks, he watched her back arch. "Call me Brother, or face the consequences of toying with me."
"No…!"
Her legs flailed like a swimmer's.
Slap slap!! Unrelenting, he ordered, "Call!"
"You… pervert…! I said forget it!"
Slap! He persisted, aiming for her to yield, but at the sixtieth strike, Qiong covered her lips.
Her body stiffened, then curled tight. Her skirt revealed soaked panties and hose, warm fluid seeping through, wetting Kagura's pants, dripping to the floor.
A musky feminine scent filled the air, her aroused essence hardening Kagura instantly.
Spanked to climax, Qiong's gushing love juices left her trembling.
"God… You bully…"
Calming, she panted, reproaching.
"Didn't you say I could do anything?" His fingers probed her wet cleft, teasing her entrance, rubbing gently. "Call me Brother."
"Must… I?"
"It'd excite me."
"Ugh…"
Qiong mused: It's the "past." Leap back, and he'll never know…
Relenting, she mumbled, "Brother Kagura…"
"Hiss…" Thrilled, he spanked her more. Qiong endured, tears brimming, her flushed, sweaty face both pitiful and lewd. Abandoning restraint, Kagura flipped her, tossing her onto the bed.
Qiong's legs splayed high, kicking off her JK loafers deftly. As they hit the floor, Kagura pounced.
She parted her thighs, his body slotting between. Pinning her shoulders, he pressed her petite frame into the soft bed. Qiong's initial panic softened into a blissful smile, gazing at him. "Come… I love you most, Brother Kagura."
Kagura brushed her ear-side hair, revealing her flushed ear. Leaning in, he inhaled her sweat's sweet scent from the spanking, making her squirm with shame. Burying his face by her ear, he engulfed her warm lobe, licking greedily as if to devour it.
"Mm…"
Qiong's chest arched, breathing heavily. The itchy, sticky sensation was oddly pleasant, his mouth seemingly invading her mind.
His tongue probed her ear, drenching lobe and shell in saliva, sucking, teasing. She yearned to clutch his head, but her pinned shoulders held firm.
"So intense… Kagura… Spare my ears… So itchy…!"
Her lower body writhed, legs kicking, splaying, as if he were forcing her—though no one watched.
Ignoring her pleas, he mirrored the assault on her left ear, dizzying her. Unaware she'd climaxed again, she soaked the sheets, twisting, moaning.
"You're so adorable now, Qiong…"
Kagura sat astride her waist, panting.
"Hah… hah…"
Gasping, Qiong marveled at the ecstasy of her untouchable ears being licked by her beloved, envying Nao's monopoly. No, I'll do even more with Kagura.
Licking her lips seductively, she reached for her shirt buttons, but Kagura stopped her, gripping her shirt's front. "Got spare clothes?"
"Don't worry, do what you want."
Qiong sucked her right index finger, sliding it in and out, enticing him.