Chapter 64 - 63- Maira and Mirea’s reaction

The wooden hallway was quiet—too quiet—until the first sound slipped through the ceiling like a crack in stillness.

> "Nnnh—aaah... w-wait... wait, it’s—haaah—t-too deep...!"

The voice was hoarse, stammering, desperate. It wasn’t the kind of moan that sounded rehearsed or gentle—it was the kind that spilled out involuntarily, cracked open by too much sensation.

Broken, vulnerable, laced with pain, and something far more dangerous—raw, shameful pleasure she couldn’t contain.

Pah—pah—pah—

The rhythm of wet flesh striking echoed through the wooden beams. Fast. Heavy. Irregular. Each impact reverberated in the floor beneath their feet, as if the house itself was caught in the act. Asperia’s voice cracked again, ragged and trembling:

> "S-stop—ah! V-Vex, it—it won’t f-fit! You’re... t-tearing me... haahh—mmnh—s-slow down, ANGHHH...!"

The entire upper floor seemed alive with the sound. Her whimpers spilled into moans, moans into yelping cries, cries into helpless, gasping shrieks that flooded the stairwell like waves of heat.

It wasn’t just loud—it was intimate, filthy in the way it painted pictures you didn’t ask for. It sounded like resistance—but not rejection.

As if her body had long since stopped listening to her mind.

Maira stood frozen in the hallway.

Her hands twitched at her sides. Her knuckles were white.

Her lips parted, and her eyes shimmered as if she might cry—but not from sadness alone.

thump thump

Her heart pounded with a knot of disbelief and dread.

Her breath came short, as though each moan stabbed her chest, twisting tighter with every beat of the bed upstairs.

’A-are they doing that....?’

And it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow.

It was—wild.

It was as if Vex had turned into an animal whiel proving how much he desired Princess Asperia’s body.

Maira fel soemwhat heavy in her chest.

She turned her head stiffly. Her gaze fell on Mirea.

Her younger sister hadn’t said a word—but her body betrayed her.

Her arms crossed under her chest, but her fingers kept twitching.

Her shoulders trembled faintly.

Her thighs had pressed together. Not once. Not subtly. Several times.

Her teeth were clenched on her lower lip as if to silence some sound that wanted to escape her.

Her greeb hair seems to stick to her face due to sweat forming all over her body, more like even hee dress seems to show sign of clinge to her body.

Maira stared at her—slowly realizing what she was seeing. Her sister’s face was flushed dark, her nostrils flared, her chest rising too fast for calm.

Her eyes were unfocused, fixed somewhere above. Somewhere she shouldn’t be thinking about.

"W-what... what’s going on?" Maira asked in a whisper, her voice cracking even as she spoke. She knew. Goddess, she knew. But she still asked—begged—for it not to be true.

’Ah, what is happening with me?!’, Mirea didn’t answer.

Her fingers dug into her own arms.

Inside, the scream hit again:

> "N-noo... aaah—it’s—it’s moving! I c-can feel it moving inside me—d-deeper—haaahn—i-it’s stretching me open...!"

Pah-pah-pah—PAH—

The house shook with the savage pace. The bed above groaned faintly in the silence between the impacts.

Every sound soaked into Maira’s skin like something unholy, burning hot and sharp, igniting jealousy that twisted in her gut like a knife.

She brought a hand to her lips.

Eyes shining.

But Mirea—Mirea was suffocating in something else. Her legs shifted again.

She bit harder on her lip. Her eyes were wide now, trembling.

Horny—there was no other word for it.

But with it came confusion, panic, even anger. Her own body had turned against her, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

She clenched her thighs together once more.

Then suddenly moved.

Without a word, she stepped forward. Her foot landed noiselessly on the first stair. Then the second. Her posture was stiff, too controlled—like she was afraid she might lose it completely.

Maira blinked.

"Mirea...?"

Her sister paused at the base of the staircase, her hand gripping the rail with white knuckles.

Then, softly, with a strained voice:

"Sister... you stay here. I... I want to sleep."

Maira frowned, confused. Her throat was tight. "But... it’s just morning yet."

Mirea didn’t respond.

Her body was trembling now, as if every scream upstairs was crawling inside her veins, dragging her toward something she didn’t want to feel.

Shame and desire crashed in her chest. Her skin prickled with heat she couldn’t ignore anymore.

Then came the worst.

> "VEX—ahhh—y-you’ll break me—hahh—haaah! It’s t-too big—d-don’t go deeper—aaah!"

Squelch—pah—pah—

The sound was vulgar, brutal, wet—and it shattered something inside Mirea.

Her jaw clenched.

And without looking back, she snapped—dashing up the stairs.

"I said I want to sleep!!"

Her voice cracked, too loud, too sharp.

Maira flinched. Her eyes widened. Her hand slowly lowered from her lips as she watched her sister disappear toward the upper floor.

And she... stayed.

Alone.

Frozen in place.

Another moan tore through the ceiling.

> "Aaah—Vex—nngh! W-wait—wait, I—I’m—haaah! I-it’s coming—!"

The bed creaked in violent rhythm. The sound of flesh meeting flesh—pah, pah, pah—slammed against the silence of the hallway like a storm battering weak walls. Wet, rapid, relentless. The kind of sound that shouldn’t echo in a house like this.

Maira stood alone now.

The house felt vast. Hollow. The morning sun leaked through the open wooden gaps above, but none of it touched her.

She looked up—at the shut doors. Both closed.

Mirea was gone.

And she was... still here.

Her throat tightened. Her arms wrapped around herself, gripping just above her elbows as her legs moved—hesitantly. Slowly.

"What should I do?" she whispered, but it wasn’t really a question. It was a tremble.

Her feet moved without will.

One step.

Then another.

The hallway felt endless. The sounds only grew louder. Asperia’s moans became cries—desperate, broken, unraveling. They slipped past the cracks in the wooden walls, wrapping around Maira like chains she couldn’t shake.

> "Ah—ahhhn! Vex—Vex! I-I’m—haaahn! I’m c-cumming! Aaah—it won’t stop—!"

Pah—pah—pah—PAH—

The impact thundered through the wood. Maira stumbled. Barely caught herself.

And then—

> "Nngh—haaahh—inside...?! Aaahn—y-you’re... you’re filling... m-my insides are bloating—"

The words hit her like a blow to the chest.

She reached the door.

And she sank.

Knees folding beneath her.

Back slumped against the wood, trembling.

She didn’t even realize her breath was shaking until it caught in her throat. Her arms curled up over her knees, face buried in them as she sat outside the room—alone, the sounds of climax echoing above her like a cruel lullaby.

It wasn’t crying. Not exactly.

But her lashes were wet.

Her breath tight.

A choked sound escaped her lips, muffled into the crook of her arm.

Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, heat pooling low, her body reacting no matter how much her heart hurt. One hand slid downward—not to touch—just to press, resting lightly against that ache, that shameful warmth she couldn’t escape.

"Ugh..." Her body flinced as she touched her clothes surface just abover her pussy, making her eyes teary as she felt how Asperia was stealing away Vex from her when she coukd also give him what Asperia could.

> "Aaah... n-no, i-it’s still twitching inside... it’s too much... I—I love you Vex...!"

Maira clenched her jaw.

Every word behind that door drove a spike through her chest.

She bit into her sleeve. Not to cry. But to silence the sob that might betray what she was feeling.

She wasn’t just jealous.

She wasn’t just hurt.

She was... overwhelmed.

She had no idea how long she stayed there.

Only that the sounds hadn’t stopped.

And neither had the ache.

With only one though it her mind...

’Wish, I was in her place...’