Chapter 339: He’s Not Human! (R-18)

At another residence in Golden Water Bay, Sophie sat on the edge of her bed, staring out into the darkness beyond the window.

Her brows drew together as she checked her phone again.

"What’s taking Rachel so long? Why hasn’t she come back yet?"

She’d called her younger sister about an hour earlier. Rachel had told her that she and Luca were stuck in traffic and wouldn’t be returning home anytime soon.

Sophie had even heard Luca’s voice in the background during the call.

His voice had sounded a little different from usual, lower and somewhat strained, as though he were holding something back. Still, she had recognized him immediately.

At the time, she’d thought nothing of it.

But now, after waiting so long, she was beginning to feel uneasy.

’What on earth are those two doing out there?’

She glanced at the time once more and decided to call Rachel again.

Before she could even tap the call button, her phone suddenly began ringing in her hand.

The caller ID showed Rachel’s name.

Sophie answered immediately.

"Rachel? Where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?"

She barely finished speaking before a distressed voice came through the receiver, accompanied by several broken sobs.

"Sis... please help me...!"

Sophie’s face drained of colour.

For a moment, countless frightening possibilities raced through her mind.

Had Rachel been injured in an accident? Had something happened after she and Luca parted ways? Had she encountered someone dangerous on her way home?

"Rachel, where are you? What happened?" Sophie demanded, clutching the phone tightly. Her voice trembled with worry. "Tell me what’s wrong!"

"Ah... Sis..."

Rachel’s crying grew louder, making it difficult to understand her words.

Then, through another series of sobs, she finally managed to speak.

"Come quickly, Arabella’s place! Ah... Luca... he’s not human!"

...

Sophie arrived at Arabella’s house with a complicated mixture of emotions.

Having weathered her fair share of storms, she wasn’t naive enough to misunderstand what her younger sister had been doing when she called for help. Sophie had already accepted the relationship between Rachel and Luca, and she understood that intimacy was a natural part of an adult relationship.

Knowing something in theory, however, was very different from facing it herself.

Standing outside the white bedroom door, listening to the unmistakable sounds coming from within, she couldn’t help feeling awkward.

’Honestly, Rachel... couldn’t you have picked a better time and place?’

She waited for a while, hoping the two inside would eventually settle down. Unfortunately, the sounds continued, and it soon became clear that waiting wasn’t going to accomplish anything.

With a helpless sigh, Sophie raised her hand and knocked.

She had expected the interruption to at least give them pause, perhaps allowing everyone to calm down and discuss the situation like reasonable adults.

Instead, the door opened just wide enough for someone to reach through.

Before Sophie could even look inside, a strong arm shot out, caught her hand, and pulled her through the doorway.

"Ah!"

The door clicked shut behind Sophie before she could even form a protest. His arm stayed firm around her wrist a moment longer, then let go as he turned fully toward the bed.

Rachel knelt at the edge of the mattress, flushed and bare, her hair stuck to her damp forehead. Her full breasts rose and fell with every quick breath.

Her eyes were wide. Startled, yes, but not frightened. The moment she saw her older sister a soft, embarrassed sound escaped her throat. She reached out instinctively, as if wanting Sophie closer rather than farther away.

Sophie took in the scene in a single glance: the scattered scraps of clothing, the heat still radiating from his body, the way Rachel’s thighs trembled.

She understood exactly what the aphrodisiac had done and how far things had already gone. A complicated mix of protectiveness and reluctant acceptance settled over her.

She stepped forward without hesitation.

"Luca."

Her voice was steady, low, the tone she used when she had already decided how the night would continue. She placed one hand against his chest, feeling the heavy beat of his heart under her palm, and gently but firmly guided him back a step so she could stand between him and Rachel.

Rachel watched, lips parted, still catching her breath. Sophie glanced down at her younger sister, then back up at him. The residual effects of the drug showed in the tightness of his jaw and the heat in his eyes, but he was not lost to it. He was simply waiting, curious, aroused, and more than willing to see what she would do.

Sophie answered that silent question by reaching for the remaining fabric of his open shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.

Her hands moved with the familiarity of someone who already knew every line of his body. She leaned in, pressed her mouth to his in a deep, deliberate kiss, and felt the low sound of approval vibrate against her lips.

Behind her, Rachel made a small, fascinated noise.

When Sophie broke the kiss she turned just enough to meet Rachel’s gaze.

"Come here," she murmured.

Rachel crawled closer on the bed, eyes shining. Sophie guided her younger sister’s hands to his waist, then higher, letting Rachel feel the hard planes of his abdomen while she herself worked open the rest of his trousers.

The moment she freed him completely Rachel’s breath hitched anew at the sight, still amazed, still a little overwhelmed by the size of himz but Sophie only smiled faintly and wrapped her own fingers around the thick length, stroking once, twice, slow and sure.

His head tipped back with a rough exhale. His hand found Sophie’s hip, then slid higher to cup one full breast through the fabric of her blouse.

He toyed with her the way he always did, thumb circling, teasing the peak until it tightened under the cloth, while Sophie continued to stroke him with confident, unhurried motions.

She did not rush. She undressed herself methodically, letting both of them watch: blouse, skirt, the delicate lace beneath. When she was bare she climbed onto the bed and guided him down onto his back.

Rachel shifted aside to give them room, but Sophie reached for her again, pulling her close so that Rachel’s soft body pressed against his side.

Sophie straddled him.

She sank down slowly, taking him in with a long, controlled breath, her full breasts swaying as she settled to the hilt. A low, satisfied sound left her throat.

His hands rose at once to her waist, then higher, cupping and kneading the heavy curves of her chest while she began to move, rolling her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm that made the wet sound of their joining fill the quiet room.

Rachel watched, cheeks scarlet, lips parted. Sophie reached for her younger sister’s hand and placed it over his chest, encouraging her to touch, to explore. Rachel obeyed with shy eagerness, fingers brushing Licas’s skin, trailing down his chest. Every so often he turned his head and captured Rachel’s mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, tongue sliding against hers while Sophie rode him with increasing confidence.

Sophie leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders so her breasts hung within easy reach of his mouth. He took full advantage, lips closing around one tight peak, then the other, sucking and teasing while his hips rose to meet every downward stroke.

Rachel, emboldened, kissed along Sophie’s shoulder, then lower, tasting the soft skin of her sister’s breast while Sophie continued to take him deep.

When Sophie eventually shifted she did so with purpose. She eased off him, turned, and guided Rachel onto her back. He followed at once, covering Rachel’s smaller frame with his own, but Sophie stayed close, kneeling beside them, one hand stroking Rachel’s hair, the other guiding his thick length back between her younger sister’s thighs.

Rachel’s moan was pure pleasure this time, soft and continuous, her full breasts rising as he filled her again.

He never stopped teasing. Even while buried inside Rachel he reached for Sophie, pulling her closer so he could suckle at her breast, fingers sliding between her legs to stroke her in time with his hips.

The three of them moved together in a heated, unbroken rhythm, skin against skin, soft gasps and low moans, the wet slap of bodies meeting. Clothes that still clung to anyone were torn away without ceremony, fabric fluttering to the floor.

Hours blurred. Positions shifted at Sophie’s quiet direction: Rachel on her side with him, Sophie on her hands and knees with him taking her from behind while Rachel lay beneath them, looking up, hands roaming both of their bodies; the two sisters pressed together while he moved between them, never leaving either one empty for long.

He remained bold and playful throughout, murmuring teasing praise against Rachel’s ear, biting softly at Sophie’s shoulder, toying with both pairs of full breasts whenever they came within reach.

Rachel never asked him to stop. Her sounds were only those of overwhelmed pleasure, soft cries and broken moans that grew higher each time he drove deeper or Sophie’s fingers found a particularly sensitive place.

By the time the strongest edge of the drug finally began to ease, all three of them were slick with sweat, limbs tangled, breathing hard.

Sophie was the one who eventually slowed everything down. She guided him onto his back one last time, straddled him once more, and rode him with long, deliberate strokes until he finished deep inside her with a low, guttural groan, his second time this night.

Rachel, exhausted and glowing, curled against his side, one arm draped across his chest, face pressed to his shoulder.

The room fell quiet except for the sound of cooling breaths. Torn fabric littered the floor and the bed. Sophie slipped from his body, stretched out on his other side, and rested her head on the same pillow. Her fingers found Rachel’s and laced with them across his stomach.

No one spoke. There was nothing left that needed saying.

Sleep claimed them one after another, Rachel first, still nestled in his arms, then Sophie, and finally him, the last of the drug’s fire fading into heavy, satisfied darkness.