Chapter 55: Making My Senior Sister Completely Mine 2 [R-18]

Making My Senior Sister Completely Mine 2 [R-18]

Xialyn’s face turned even redder at his words. She turned her head slightly to the side, one hand still hovering near her cheek as if she wanted to hide again, but she didn’t fully cover her face this time.

Her lips parted, yet no protest came out—only a shaky exhale as she felt the weight of his gaze on her. The sincerity in his voice, mixed with the heat still lingering on her skin from his mouth, made her chest tighten.

Veyron’s eyes drifted lower, taking in the soft curve of her waist before settling on her plump hips and thick thighs. The purple panties sat snugly against her, the fabric slightly damp in places, outlining the soft swell of her lower body.

Her thighs pressed together lightly, smooth and full, shifting under his attention. The sight of her like this—flushed, breathing heavily, completely open beneath him—made his gaze linger.

He leaned forward and hooked his fingers gently into the waistband of her panties. With slow, careful movements, he began to pull them down.

The fabric slid over her hips, then lower still, revealing more of her smooth skin as he eased them down her thighs.

Xialyn’s breath caught. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her, her face burning as she felt the cool air against the newly exposed parts of her body, yet she didn’t stop him.

Her eyes stayed on him, wide and shy, as the panties continued their slow descent, her heart pounding so hard she was certain he could hear it.

As he slowly pulled her panties down, the purple fabric slid over her hips and along her thick thighs before he eased them completely off her legs and set them aside. Xialyn’s bare pussy was finally revealed to him.

It was soft and flushed, the outer lips smooth and slightly parted from the heat that had been building inside her. A clear sheen of wetness coated her folds, glistening under the soft light of the room, and a thin trail of arousal had already begun to gather at her entrance.

The sight was intimate and unmistakably ready, her body reacting openly even as her face burned with embarrassment.

"It’s so beautiful," Veyron said, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration as his eyes stayed on her.

Xialyn’s face turned even redder. She quickly covered her face with both hands again, her voice muffled and shy as she spoke. "Idiot don’t... don’t say embarrassing things like that..."

Her thighs pressed together lightly on instinct, but she didn’t close them fully. Her breathing remained heavy, and the way her body trembled under his gaze betrayed just how affected she was.

Veyron reached up and gently removed her bra completely, tossing it aside so nothing remained between them. He looked down at her once more, taking in the full sight of her flushed face, the marks on her breasts, and the wet heat between her legs.

"Let me make you feel true pleasure, senior sister," he said.

With that, he lowered himself between her thighs. His hands gently parted her legs, and he leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her wet pussy.

Xialyn’s body jerked the moment his tongue touched her. A sharp, breathy moan escaped her lips as he licked upward along her folds, tasting her thoroughly.

"Ahh...! Hnnn...!"

He didn’t rush. His tongue moved with deliberate care, tracing her entrance before focusing on the sensitive bud at the top.

He licked and sucked gently at first, then with more pressure, drawing out louder sounds from her. Xialyn’s hands left her face and gripped the sheets beside her as her back arched off the bed.

"Ahh... little Vey...! Hah... ahh...!"

Her hips lifted on their own with every slow drag of his tongue. He sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked, his tongue flicking against it in steady rhythm. Wet, soft sounds filled the room as he ate her out, and Xialyn’s moans grew longer and less restrained.

"Hnn... ahh...! It feels... ahh...yessss~"

Her body arched again and again, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. One of her hands moved to his hair, fingers tightening as she held him there.

She couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from her lips, nor the way her hips rolled against his mouth as the pleasure continued to build. Veyron stayed focused, licking and sucking without pause, determined to give her exactly what he had promised.

He finally grew the intensity. What had been slow, careful licks turned firmer and more focused. His tongue pressed harder against her sensitive clit, flicking and circling without pause while his mouth sealed around her and sucked with steady pressure.

The change was immediate. Xialyn’s moans grew louder and louder, no longer the soft, breathy sounds from earlier.

"Ahh...! Hnnnnnnnahh...! Little Vey...!"

Her voice filled the room, raw and unrestrained. Her hips rolled against his mouth on their own, chasing every stroke of his tongue. Fortunately, no one was at Jade Mist Peak and around the house.

The peak was quiet, the other disciples still occupied elsewhere, and the residence stood empty except for the two of them.

Veyron didn’t know how to set up a spirit formation to muffle the sound, and Xialyn couldn’t do it either—not while she was busy moaning, her mind too clouded by pleasure to focus on any technique.

They didn’t care anyway. In that moment, neither of them was thinking about anything beyond each other.

Xialyn’s thighs trembled on either side of his head. Her fingers tightened in his hair as her back arched sharply off the bed. The pleasure kept climbing, tighter and hotter with every firm suck and every deliberate lick. She tried to hold on, but the intensity was too much.

"Ahh...! I... I’m... cummmmming...!"

She finally broke. Her body seized as she squirted hard, a sudden rush of clear love juice spilling from her and flooding into his mouth. Her hips jerked, and a loud, broken moan tore from her throat as the release washed through her.

Veyron didn’t pull away. He stayed where he was, savoring the taste of her as he drank it down. His tongue continued to move gently against her, lapping up every drop as her body twitched and trembled through the aftershocks.

Soft, wet sounds mixed with her shaky breaths as he swallowed, unwilling to let any of it go to waste. Xialyn’s hand remained in his hair, her grip loosening only slightly as she panted above him, her face flushed and her eyes half-lidded from the intensity of it all.

He finally pulled back, lifting his face from between her thighs. A faint sheen of her love juice still glistened on his lips and chin as he gave her a moment to rest. Xialyn lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths.

Her face was flushed a deep red, her pale, beautiful skin glowing with a light layer of sweat. Strands of her long black hair clung damply to her neck and shoulders, and the faint red marks on her breasts stood out against her skin.

In that moment she looked like an alluring goddess—soft, spent, and utterly captivating.

Veyron’s chest swelled with a quiet, fierce satisfaction as he looked at her. She was his woman. His senior sister. No one could take her from him—not her, and not his aunt. If anyone tried, they would have to face a demon they had never seen before.

The thought settled deep inside him, cold and absolute, even as warmth filled his gaze when he looked back down at her.

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He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was slow at first, then deepened with clear possessiveness. His lips moved against hers with deliberate claim, one hand cupping the side of her face as he poured his feelings into the kiss—love, hunger, and the quiet promise that she belonged to him.

Xialyn responded immediately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him back with equal fervor, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. She loved it.

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