After the long phone call with her father, Ami lay quietly in Rie's arms, letting her cousin hold her slender waist tightly like the most sacred vow of protection. The soft, dim yellow light of the bedside lamp fell gently on Ami's delicate, porcelain-white face, highlighting her thin pink lips and long eyelashes that trembled slightly. But inside that young, tender body, Long's soul—the adult man from his previous life—was exploding with an intense, unprecedented flame of lust. Long's heart pounded violently in Ami's chest, hot blood rushing to her brain.
"Big sister has already taken the bait… Now I'll slowly pull her deeper, centimeter by centimeter, breath by breath, until she can't breathe without me by her side. She will become addicted to me, crave me, and in the end… she will voluntarily kneel down and beg me to destroy every last boundary."
From that night onward, Ami began her meticulously crafted plan of passive seduction—perfect, without a single flaw. She never launched a direct attack, never spoke crude, lewd words, and never made obvious gestures. Instead, Ami skillfully wove small "accidental" situations, weak and trembling gestures as if terrified, and fragile whispers like cries for help. Every action was calculated to awaken Rie's protective instincts mixed with the simmering lust inside her—the naive girl who was tormented by what had happened and now tortured by her own conscience. Ami knew clearly: the more Rie blamed herself, the more she suffered over "raping" her cousin, the stronger Rie's lust would erupt—because forbidden pleasure is always sweetest when accompanied by guilt.
On the first night after those fake tears, Ami chose a thin, pale cream-colored silk nightgown, its material as smooth as baby skin and almost transparent under the dim yellow lamplight. She lay pressed tightly against Rie, her slender body trembling as if in extreme fear, her voice soft, broken, and on the verge of tears: "Hold me tighter, sis… I'm still so scared… My heart keeps pounding so hard, like it's about to burst." Rie blushed, her heart racing wildly. She tightened her arms around Ami's waist as promised that morning. Ami subtly rubbed her young, budding breasts against her, her two tiny nipples already hard like little pearls, gliding lightly over the thin silk onto Rie's full chest. At the same time, she slightly spread her smooth thighs, letting her warm, soft pussy—already leaking a bit of clear nectar—brush gently against her cousin's plump, pink-white thigh. Ami's hot breath blew steadily onto Rie's neck, carrying the faint, sweet scent of youthful skin mixed with jasmine.
Just a few minutes later, Rie was breathing heavily, her eyes glistening with an unmistakable layer of lustful mist. Her hands squeezed Ami's waist so tightly they left red marks. Unable to hold back any longer, Rie flipped over and pinned her cousin down on the narrow single bed, her voluptuous body pressing tightly against Ami's slender frame.
Rie's lips devoured Ami's in a fierce kiss. Her hot tongue entangled with her cousin's in a deep, wet, possessive kiss. Her hand slipped under the nightgown, yanking down the thin panties to Ami's ankles, then her rough fingers vigorously rubbed the small, soaking-wet slit. "Ah… sis… don't… I'm scared… it hurts so much…" Ami sobbed, tears rolling down her porcelain cheeks, her body convulsing as if in real terror. Yet her hips unconsciously pushed upward to meet Rie's fingers, as if her body was betraying her words. Rie completely lost control. Her middle finger thrust deep into the tight pussy, twisting hard against the tender, soft G-spot. Ami moaned incoherently; thick, clear love juices gushed out, soaking Rie's entire hand. The wet "schlick schlick" sounds echoed softly but clearly in the quiet dorm room. In just a few short minutes, Ami trembled violently as she reached her first orgasm, her pussy spasming powerfully around Rie's finger as if trying to crush it. Afterward, Ami cried bitterly, curling up under the blanket, her voice choked with grievance: "You hurt me again, sis… You promised you wouldn't… I feel so ashamed… I just wanted you to hold me…"
Rie was tormented with extreme guilt. She hugged Ami tightly, apologizing repeatedly as her own tears fell onto her cousin's shoulder. But the lust inside Rie had awakened like a wild beast chained for too long, now growling to be set free. From then on, the chain of "rape" began in a way that could no longer be stopped—and Ami was the one weaving the invisible thread that tightened around her cousin day by day.
They made love everywhere in the school, like beasts completely controlled by lust, no longer distinguishing between time or place.
In the piano practice room late in the afternoon, when the last rays of sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows and no one else was around, Ami sat close to Rie beside the glossy grand piano. She pretended to teach her sister how to place her hands on the keys, but subtly rubbed her smooth thighs against Rie's, leaning in closer and whispering in a trembling, frightened voice: "Sis… my hands are shaking so much. Hold me from behind… I'm scared of falling, scared people will see how weak I am." Rie couldn't endure it anymore. She pulled Ami fully onto her lap and hurriedly yanked her cousin's panties down to her ankles. Two fingers thrust hard into the wet slit, pounding like a drill. Ami cried: "Sis… it hurts… don't be so rough… people will hear me moan…" but her love juices sprayed profusely onto the glossy piano bench. The wet "schlick schlick schlick" sounds echoed through the spacious music room, blending with the lingering notes of the piano keys. Rie twisted her fingers deeper, rubbing the G-spot until Ami jerked violently, her body arching, love juices soaking Rie's thighs. Afterward, Ami wiped her tears and said in a aggrieved tone: "You raped me again, sis… I just wanted to learn piano…"
In the ancient library, in a secluded corner between towering bookshelves covered in the dust of time and the scent of old paper, Ami pretended to bend down to pick up a fallen book. Her short pleated skirt rode up high, revealing her smooth, pink-white buttocks and her young pink pussy glistening with nectar under the dim yellow light. Rie lunged from behind like a starving beast in winter, pressing Ami against the cold ebony bookshelf. Her hand reached from behind, vigorously rubbing the swollen clitoris, then thrust two fingers inside, pounding relentlessly like a machine. Ami bit her own hand to stifle her moans, tears streaming down: "Sis… people will hear… I'm so ashamed… don't thrust so deep, it hurts…" But her pussy spasmed violently, love juices spurting out in streams, dripping onto the antique ebony wooden floor and forming tiny wet spots. Rie reached orgasm just from hearing the wet "schlick schlick" sounds and feeling Ami's pussy clench tightly around her fingers, her body trembling in guilty pleasure.
In the dormitory, they made love in every dark corner. Under the bed while Mako was visiting and chatting animatedly outside the door, Ami pretended to bend down to pick up something that had fallen. Rie dove down after her, her mouth latching onto her cousin's pussy, tongue licking furiously and sucking hard on the clitoris until Ami squirted love juices all over Rie's face, soaking her hair and cheeks. In the shared bathroom during a late-night shower, Ami "accidentally" left the curtain slightly open, revealing her wet body under the showerhead. Rie pulled her cousin into the narrow stall, pressed Ami against the cold tiled wall, knelt down and devoured the young pink pussy, sucking hard until Ami cried and moaned in pleasure, her love juices mixing with the shower water running down her thighs. Even on the study desk, when Ami "accidentally" sat with her legs spread while reading under the warm desk lamp, Rie couldn't hold back. She knelt down, licked the soaking slit, and thrust her fingers hard, making Ami bite her lip until it bled while still squirting love juices all over the books and wooden desk.
Every time, Rie completely lost control—raping Ami with rough fingers twisting deep inside, with a greedy mouth sucking hard, or by rubbing her own pussy against Ami's until both trembled in frenzied pleasure. Ami always cried afterward, her voice full of grievance: "You promised you wouldn't do it… It hurts so much… I'm so ashamed…" But those very tears, and that fearful yet half-pleasured expression on Ami's face, made Rie feel endless guilt, crave her even more, and sink deeper into uncontrollable lust. Rie's desire grew stronger and more twisted. She began actively seeking opportunities instead of waiting for Ami's "accidents." During the day, in the short breaks between classes, Rie would drag Ami into the school toilet, lock the stall door tightly, press her cousin onto the cold toilet seat, and kneel to lick the young pink pussy until Ami squirted all over her face. Rie became addicted to that pleasure—the feeling of Ami's powerful spasms around her fingers as if trying to hold her forever, the sound of her aggrieved cries mixed with pleasurable moans, and the thick, lewd scent from Ami's youthful body filling the cramped space.
After nearly two weeks of drowning in continuous "rape," Rie's lust had been pushed to an uncontrollable peak. Ami decided to bring everything to the perfect, final climax.
One Saturday evening, as the two sisters lay embracing on the dorm bed under the dim bedside light, Ami whispered into Rie's ear in a trembling voice, tears welling up as if about to overflow: "Sis… I'm so scared. Every time you do it, it hurts, but I also… feel so strange, so good… I want… I want you to truly take my virginity. So I'll belong only to you, and no one else can touch me. Shall we go to a hotel tomorrow? No one will know… just the two of us… I want you to take my virginity with your hand… I want to feel you deep and strong inside me, so there's nothing separating us anymore…"
Rie's face flushed crimson to her ears, her heart pounding as if it would burst from her chest. But the burning lust made her nod immediately, her voice hoarse: "Okay… Sis will… Sis will be gentle with you. I promise."
The next day, the two sisters asked for permission to go out under the pretext of buying school supplies. They arrived at a small five-star hotel in the Kensington area and booked a private suite with a large king-size bed, soft golden lighting, and silky white sheets that gleamed like snow. When the door closed behind them, only the two of them remained in the heavy atmosphere of impending explosive desire.
Ami wore a thin, white silk nightgown and knelt in the middle of the wide bed, her face flushed red, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and burning desire: "Sis… take my virginity today. Use your hand… I want to feel you so deep… so strong… so I'll be yours forever."
Rie stripped off all her clothes, revealing her perfect, voluptuous pink-white body under the light. Her full, round breasts heaved heavily, nipples rock-hard, and her own pussy was so wet that nectar dripped down her thighs. She climbed on top of Ami, kissing her hungrily, tongue entwining in a deep, wet, possessive kiss. Rie's hands caressed Ami's body from her firm young breasts down her flat stomach, then stopped at the small, twitching, hot pussy.
Ami sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Sis… I'm scared it will hurt… but I want you… I want to belong to you completely…"
Rie took a deep breath and pressed her middle and index fingers lightly against Ami's slit. The thin, pink hymen was clearly visible under the golden light. Rie looked at Ami one last time, eyes glistening with guilt and lust, then decisively thrust both fingers as deep as possible.
"Aaaahhh!!! It hurts… it hurts so much, sis!!! You're tearing me apart!!!" Ami screamed miserably, tears pouring like a flood. The hymen was completely torn with a small but distinct "rip" sound. Fresh red virgin blood flowed out, mixing with the thick, clear love juices, staining the pure white sheets into a large, lewd, warm red puddle. The pain spread through her lower abdomen, making Ami's body jerk violently. Her legs clamped tightly around Rie's back, but at the same time, a strange, burning pleasure surged, causing her pussy to spasm powerfully around her sister's fingers, clenching as if wanting to hold on forever.
Rie also cried from overwhelming guilt, tears falling onto Ami's chest, but her hand didn't stop. She slowly rotated her fingers, then moved faster, precisely rubbing the tender G-spot while her thumb vigorously stroked the swollen, hard clitoris. "I'm sorry, baby… but you're so wet… so hot… I can't stop… your pussy is squeezing my hand so tightly… so tightly I want to die inside you…"
"Ah… aaaahhh… sis… so deep… I… I'm cumming… I'm cumming!!! It hurts but it feels so good, sis!!!" Ami screamed hoarsely, her body arching like a bow. Love juices gushed out like a fountain, mixing with the virgin blood to form a lewd pink-red puddle spreading across the sheets. Ami trembled through her first orgasm after being deflowered, her pussy convulsing repeatedly as juices flowed endlessly.
Rie pulled her hand out; her fingers were coated with blood and glistening love juices under the light. She licked each finger clean in a lewd manner, her eyes shining with frenzied lust. Ami cried with grievance but spread her legs wide, her voice trembling with desire: "Sis… now it's your turn… Let me take your virginity too… so we can belong to each other completely… so no one can come between us anymore…"
Ami used three of her small, delicate fingers and thrust them hard into Rie's pussy. Her cousin's hymen was also torn with Rie's pained scream: "Aaaahhh!!! It hurts so much, Ami… You're tearing me apart!!!" More virgin blood flowed out, soaking both their thighs and mixing with the hot love juices, forming red-pink streams running down the sheets. Ami twisted her fingers vigorously, rubbing the G-spot and lightly pinching the clitoris, making Rie cum continuously. Love juices sprayed everywhere, mixing with blood and soaking the sheets and their thighs.
The two sisters entangled with each other madly—crying, moaning, experiencing both extreme pain and overwhelming pleasure. They rubbed their pussies together nonstop; blood and love juices flooded the sheets, creating wet, lewd "schlick schlick schlick" sounds that echoed throughout the long night. Ami cried: "Sis… I belong to you now… and you belong to me…" but the corners of her mouth curled into a victorious smile in the darkness, where Rie couldn't see. Rie hugged her cousin tightly, her body trembling in a new, intense pleasure she had never known: "Yes… I'm yours… forever… I can't leave you anymore…"
The bloody, juice-soaked deflowering night ended when both were exhausted, lying entwined in a pool of fresh red blood and hot love juices on the once-pure white sheets that had now become a witness to Rie's complete downfall. Rie's lust was now under Ami's absolute control. From now on, her naive older cousin would sink even deeper into the twisted web of love that her younger sister had woven—thin strands, yet unbreakable.
Outside the hotel window, late-night London remained peaceful with its dim golden streetlights and distant traffic sounds. But inside that luxurious suite, the two sisters had officially crossed the final boundary—the boundary of blood, pain, forbidden pleasure, and irreversible desire. Ami smiled inwardly, knowing her plan was complete. Rie was no longer the protective older sister… but prey that now completely belonged to her.