I Became the Younger Brother of the Villainess

Daisy’s tear-filled eyes quivered helplessly. A hot breath escaped lightly between her pale pink lips, trembling as if it might burst.

Her body, flushed with excitement, leaned against me, rubbing against me in a pitiful, pleading manner.

“Ugh… My master…”

Her voice was drenched in longing, heavy with desire. She reached out with trembling hands, barely managing to grasp the hem of my clothes. Her desperation was palpable, her touch filled with yearning.

I held my breath, captivated by the sight of a woman surrendering herself so completely, begging to be consumed by me.

Putting aside any lingering reservations, I raised a hand to meet her silent plea, to answer the unspoken call of her quivering body.

“Ah, haah…!”

A light touch. My fingers traced the outline of her tightly bound chest, the fabric teasingly separating us.

That slight contact alone was enough to draw a groan from Daisy’s lips, soft and pleading.

“Hnnn…”

A strange dryness settled in my throat as I considered the audacity of teasing a woman I was meeting for the first time.

Yet, it had been quite some time since I’d inhabited this body. The boundaries of my old ethics had long since blurred, worn away by the desires embedded within Scarlett Chepes’ flesh.

What I felt now wasn’t guilt but something else entirely—something akin to the heady rush of succumbing to an intoxicating vice, like gambling or a dangerous drug.

A sense of betrayal.

It was the thrilling, spine-tingling delight of moral depravity, a pleasure I couldn’t deny. My fingers found the hem of the fabric covering her chest and lingered there.

The maid’s uniform, modest yet form-fitting, clung to her tightly. Its long skirt and cinched waist emphasized her curves, though the design offered little exposure. When I pulled at it, the fabric resisted before tearing slightly, leaving a faint crease.

“Beautiful,” I murmured.

Beyond the roughly torn maid outfit, her hidden underwear was revealed—a soft pink color that matched her hair, charmingly delicate.

Even as she pressed her quivering body closer, inhaling my scent with ragged breaths, I whispered softly into her ear. My fingers grazed the edges of her lingerie, which strained valiantly to contain her ample chest. With deliberate movements, I pressed my nails into the fabric, granting it an inevitable rest.

As her underwear tore away, her heavy breasts spilled free, rippling like water droplets escaping confinement, their liberation almost palpable.

At the center, her nipples stood proud and erect, resembling delicate buds. I placed a fingertip gently against one.

“Eww, ugh…”

As I rolled it lightly between my fingers, a sweetly lewd sound escaped Daisy’s lips, more erotic than before.

Her reactions were adorably fascinating—the way she bit her lower lip, tried to stifle her moans with her hand, and then, as if embarrassed by her own voice, uncovered her mouth again to let the sounds flow freely. It made me smile. With a soft touch, I teased her nipple again, my fingers eliciting another shivering response.

“Ahhh…”

“Do you like it?”

When asked such a question, the response is usually one of two kinds. Some women react with irritation, as though questioning why I’d ask such a thing. Others—embarrassed yet secretly reveling in the attention—hesitate before answering.

And then there are those who comply out of politeness or curiosity, regardless of their true feelings.

Daisy, however, was the second type. Her face flushed a deeper crimson, her lips trembling as she let out a soft, reluctant sound.

“Euuu…”

After a brief pause, she muttered shyly, “It’s… good.”

She covered her face with both arms, her voice muffled and hesitant. Then, as if startled by her own admission, she quickly lowered her arms, fumbling awkwardly before crossing them again.

It was endearing. I bent down and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

“You can cover your face if you’re embarrassed,” I murmured.

“Still…”

She hesitated, her gaze darting toward me uncertainly. Slowly, her fingers, which had been fidgeting nervously, found their way to her chest. She cupped her breasts and gave them a timid squeeze.

“Eek…!”

“You’re overthinking it. Just act naturally,” I said with a smile.

Finally, Daisy nodded. She covered her eyes with one arm, wrapping the other around me as her hand pressed against my back, clinging tightly.

Her mouth, however, remained uncovered.

If she’s going to leave herself open like that, I’ll have to tease her more.

With her eyes hidden, Daisy had no idea what I was about to do. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her soft skin.

“Tsk.”

“Ugh! Ahh, hah… Master… Sir… There, ah, yes…!”

I kissed her full, round breasts, my lips capturing the erect nipple that had been teasing me. I sucked gently, my lips cushioning the bite, while I swirled my tongue in slow, deliberate motions. Daisy’s body shuddered beneath me, trembling with every movement.

Blink, blink.

As I sucked, her other breast jiggled enticingly with the rhythm of her trembling. Unable to resist, I reached out to touch it, my fingers tracing its softness.

And if one hand isn’t enough, I’ll simply have to give it more attention.

He reached out, grabbing her soft flesh tightly, and began to knead it roughly.

“Hah…! N-not both…! If you do that… I—ah, no…!”

Her protests were weak, her voice growing sweeter with each word.

I hadn’t anticipated such a response from someone experiencing this for the first time. Yet here she was, her body betraying her in the most delightful ways. Perhaps this was the effect of fascination—an innate pull, one she couldn’t resist even if she wanted to.

Earlier, I’d been cautious, worried that too much roughness might hurt her. But seeing her now, it was clear my concern was unnecessary.

“Ah… ahh… okay… yes… please…!”

Look at her.

She’s still managing to form words, but that’s bound to change. The thought of rendering her speechless, unable to even utter a sound, just from teasing her breasts, was enticingly greedy.

Still, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Her trembling body, soaked in pleasure, told me everything I needed to know. Judging by her reactions, she was already overwhelmed, her lower body aching with desire.