The Butthurt Viper

Venessa was beyond confused. Her whole brain felt like scrambled eggs at the moment.

The last thing she thought would happen was him raising his hands in defense.

She never even imagined him attacking her, let alone doing what he was doing now.

"Wh-What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

She stammered, trying to wriggle her leg free from his grasp, but his grip was too tight.

"Mhmm... by the look of your pussy, you seem like a virgin. Yes, yes. Untouched and unclaimed."

He mused, taking another sniff, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Fuck you!"

She spat, her face a mix of fury and embarrassment.

"Oh, don't worry. That's coming soon."

He stood up and let go of her legs, then crouched down to ogle her breasts, which were practically shouting for attention.

Venessa was still in a daze, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on. Hunter Kane was many things, but a pervert?

Nah, she never saw him that way. If anything, she thought he was a decent guy who was bound to get his heart broken sooner or later.

"Y-you?! What the heck happened to you?"

"Mhmm...nice, nice. You'll be just like your mom in a few years. These are good...Mhm...what about the taste?"

He completely ignored her, his eyes locked greedily on those two luscious mounds of flesh.

No way could our heavenly young master resist a pair of boobs.

"Bastard, stop looking at the--eek!"

She suddenly let out a loud shriek as Kane's mouth latched onto her right nipple. For a moment, she forgot everything.

Every problem she ever had, every bit of fatigue and tiredness melted away from her body.

The warm, wet, and squirming sensation of her stepbrother's tongue made her feel... feel... something entirely new.

'Wh-what is happening?'

This was because she was a virgin. Despite her delinquent ways and tough-girl persona, no boy, not even the bullies, had ever approached her.

After all, who wanted to risk getting their ass kicked by her? So, she remained untouched.

"Mhmmm... so sweet."

Kane sucked her nipples like a newborn, and Venessa couldn't help but lose her breath.

She tried to bite her lip to hold back any moans, but Kane was relentless. He was like a hungry wolf on the hunt.

His tongue twirled and teased the sensitive bud, while his hand groped her left boob like crazy.

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood from it.

It was a fighting tactic, a reminder that she was still in the game after taking hits from opponents—though that rarely happened—and to shake off any daze that might creep in.

"I-I refuse. I refuse to lose to this mongrel."

She took a deep breath, calming her racing heart and the strange new sensations coursing through her body.

It was go-time. Time to take this bastard down.

Venessa smirked and brought her knees up with sudden force, aiming to crush the naked balls of the pervert who was enjoying her body.

But to her utter surprise, he swiftly blocked her knees with his hands.

'What the hell is happening? What happened to this bastard? Did his opponent hit his head or something?'

Venessa's mind was spinning.

She was exhausted from the fight and the long journey, and the last thing she needed was to be embarrassed by some lowlife like him.

Then she heard a snicker that turned into full-on evil laughter, like a villain in a B-grade action flick.

She swallowed hard and glanced down nervously.

"What is this dear sweet sister? Is this how you treat your brother?"

He slowly stood upright, releasing her hardened nipple from his mouth, still holding onto one of her legs.

"G-get out before I s-scream!"

Venessa stuttered, feeling a wave of sickness at having to ask for help.

She'd never relied on anyone before—not her stepfather, not her idiot brother, not even her mother.

She'd always preferred to handle things on her own. But this situation was different.

The bastard in front of her seemed like he'd snorted crack or popped Viagra or something, acting all unhinged and perverted.

He even looked stronger than her right now.

'That's the truth, there's no way this loser is stronger than me.'

Venessa concluded, unable to accept that someone like him could suddenly gain power overnight. There was simply no way that could happen.

Besides, she couldn't imagine Hunter acting so bold and aggressive if he were sober—he was a pussy, after all.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my. Look what I'm hearing from my dear step sister's mouth. Scream for help? From me."

He chuckled again, stepping closer and releasing her legs.

"Are you finally scared of me, sis? Do you think I'm man enough now?"

The heavenly young master chuckled at the banter with the girl. Even though she was older than Kane, this woman was a certified tsundere.

'Is that the right word, by the way?'

"Me? Scared of you? Hah, what a joke."

She sneered and crossed her arms, her breasts practically introducing themselves.

It made our dear heavenly master hornier than a rabbit at a carrot festival.

You'd think for an immortal like him, a mere human body wouldn't stir things up or get his... sword to salute, right?

But oh no, not this guy. This immortal's entire existence was based on banging everything that moved.

Dragons, fairies, elves, humans—you name it, he's been there, done that, all to satisfy his little buddy down there and gain some power along the way.

Slap!

"Eek!"

He planted a firm hand on her ass cheek, grabbing a handful of the ripest peach.

"You little shi-"

Before she could curse him, he clamped his hand over her mouth, pulling her close to his chest.

Two naked bodies in a room alone—what could possibly go wrong, right?

His erect cock nestled snugly between her plump cheeks, and for the first time in her entire life, Venessa felt the warmth of manhood on her ass.

It was hot, it was big, it was throbbing, it was pulsing—it was downright terrifying.

"Watch out, sister. Behave yourself from now on or you'll feel my wrath. Once you've felt the heat of this heavenly young master, you'll be hooked. So, play nice, okay?"

He released her mouth, and just as she was about to scream, he grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed her nipples abruptly.

This shut her up and made her knees wobble like jelly. He let go, and she slowly sank to the ground.

"Weak woman."

He sneered, strutting away stark naked. His little friend was bouncing around proudly, like it had just won first place in a weird contest.

For the first time in her life, Venessa felt utterly defeated and humiliated—not by someone worthy, but by a bastard who licked her boots every day.

This wasn't going to be all fun and games.

Oh no, no, no. The fire in her eyes spoke volumes, and it wasn't a bedtime story.

She wasn't called Viper for no reason; her bite was as deadly as her name implied.