Don't Speak With Your Mouth Full

Cian slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of Maya giving him a blowjob.

"Maya... How many times have I told you not to do this while I'm asleep? You're disturbing me," Cian complained, trying to shake off his drowsiness.

With Cian's member in her mouth, Maya attempted to speak, but her words came out muffled, "Bub wyou're twing wis ward, youfng mwastew..."

Cian sighed, scolding her like a parent would scold a child speaking with their mouth full, "Don't speak with your mouth full, Maya."

"Fuwaaahh~" Finally freeing her mouth, Maya tried to explain herself, "I said your thing is hard, young master. When I arrived, it was already standing tall, and it seemed like you were uncomfortable sleeping with it like that. So, I took it upon myself to help you out. Aren't I a good girl?"

Cian sighed, his weariness evident. "A good girl wouldn't refer to herself as a good girl while giving a blowjob," he replied, his words laced with sarcasm. "Well, since you're already doing it, you might as well continue until I reach climax."

"Hehe," Maya chuckled mischievously. "I promise to give you the best stimulation you've ever experienced!"

With that, Maya resumed her passionate efforts, engulfing Cian's entire length with her mouth, determined to deliver the utmost pleasure.

•••••

Trapped within the confines of her own dream, Vera found herself confronted by a distressing scene from her past. It was a vivid portrayal of her younger self being ruthlessly pummeled by a man. But this wasn't just any man; it was the very individual who had created her.

"You're worthless! How can you possibly fail?" the man's voice thundered with anger. "I've done everything to mold you into the perfect assassin, and yet you couldn't even carry out a simple task of eliminating a worthless politician?! I can't fathom how you failed, especially when the guards were only slightly competent! You do understand that you're far superior to them, don't you?! You are a human weapon! I created you to be capable of killing anyone with a mere snap of my fingers!"

The man's fists repeatedly struck Vera's younger self, his blows landing on her delicate face. Astonishingly, her younger self remained stoic, not even flinching or altering her expression in response to the assault.

This scenario was all too familiar to Vera, as she had endured countless beatings throughout her life as part of her brutal training regimen. She wasn't a masochist by nature, but her training bordered on near-masochistic practices.

However, this time, the punches carried an even greater intensity and cruelty. The force behind them was enough to extinguish the life of an ordinary twelve-year-old girl. Thankfully, Vera was anything but ordinary during that period of her life.

"...You're just like the vessel I used to conceive you. Both of you are worthless!" the man shouted, finally ceasing his assault. His hands were stained with Vera's blood, the crimson droplets dripping onto the cold, unforgiving floor. "Well, I suppose that's it. I attempted to push your fighting skills even further, but it appears I can no longer enhance you. You've reached the pinnacle of improvement. You're worthless to me now."

The man rose to his feet, adjusting his suit with a composed demeanor. Retrieving a handkerchief, he meticulously wiped the blood from his clenched fist.

Young Vera, her eyes welling up with tears, gazed at the man with desperation. "P-Papa! D-Don't leave me! P-Papa!"

"Do not address me in such a repugnant manner," the man coldly retorted, his voice filled with disdain. "Despite sharing my blood, I have never regarded you as my daughter. You are merely a creation, a tool I brought into existence to conquer this world."

"P-Papa! Please, I beg you, don't abandon me! I'll do better next time! I promise! I will improve!" Young Vera pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation.

She clung to the man's feet, hoping for a shred of compassion. However, her plea was met with a swift and heartless kick, sending her crashing into the unforgiving wall, causing her to crumple in pain.

"You have proven yourself enough. I have no time to tend to someone who has reached the limits of improvement," the man declared dismissively. "Those who can no longer progress are no better than the incompetent. If you wish to avoid facing your demise at my hands, I suggest you leave this manor. I care not where life takes you, nor do I concern myself with what befalls you henceforth. But you must forget that I am the one who created you. It sickens me to think that someone like you carries my blood within." The man mercilessly delivered his cutting words with a chilling detachment. He then walked towards the exit, addressing her once more without a glance backward. "I hope that upon my return, you will have disappeared from this place."

With that, he grasped the doorknob and turned it, preparing to make his exit. However, upon swinging the door open, he was taken aback to find someone standing in the doorway. He lowered his gaze to meet the eyes of a young boy, seemingly no older than four, standing in the doorway.

"Didn't I tell you it's disrespectful to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation?" the man scolded.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, Father. I was merely collecting information," the boy replied calmly. "As the kind of child I am, I hunger for knowledge and seek information. I apologize if my actions seemed disrespectful to you, but you are the one who made me this way."

Despite his tender age, the boy exuded a level of intelligence that surpassed his years.

The man chuckled, amused by the boy's response. "You never fail to amuse me, Cian. So, what do you intend to do with the 'information' you've gathered?"

"Oh, I have gained something valuable," Cian replied confidently. "And that something is her."

"Huh?" The man's confusion was evident in his voice.

"She's my sibling, isn't she? My older sister? And she is a skilled assassin, a human weapon, isn't she? I don't understand why you're casting her aside, but if you're going to discard her, why not give her to me?"

The man raised an eyebrow, curious about his son's proposition. "And what benefit would it bring me if I were to give her to you?"

"Well, Father, think about the advantages. With her skills and my intellect, we could become an unstoppable duo. Together, we could help you achieve the dream you've always sought. Besides, she hasn't reached her limit yet, Father. She simply has nothing more to gain from you."

Instead of being angered, the man burst into laughter. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! So, you believe that you can improve her with your guidance? You? It seems you've forgotten, Cian, that you are still just a child. Despite your intelligence, my knowledge far surpasses yours. Don't be conceited. I am the king, and you are merely my pawn," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement that contradicted his words.

"Please, Father, don't be angry with what I said. I'm not trying to be conceited," Cian pleaded. "I'm merely pointing out that you can't enhance someone's abilities by forcing them. Just like a sponge won't absorb water if you squeeze it, humans won't learn if you force them."

"Is that so?" the man replied skeptically. "I think you're mistaken, Cian. Humans are often compelled to learn when they have no choice but to do so. It is human nature to adapt under such circumstances. Take a normal household, for example. Children of your age are often taught in a strict manner by their mothers so that they can learn quickly. Isn't that similar to how I've trained both of you?"

Cian nodded, acknowledging the similarity. "That is true. It does bear some resemblance. However, please consider that our household is far from normal, Father."

The man looked down at Cian, his smirk widening. "So, you truly believe that by entrusting that girl to you, she can improve and help me realize my dream of conquering this world?"

"In due time, Father, I believe that with the two of us at your disposal, conquering this world is not an impossible feat," Cian confidently replied.

The man erupted in wicked laughter, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Fufufufufufu! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha! You certainly know your stuff, Cian. Very well. If you deem her still necessary, then I shall give her to you. However, if your belief proves to be incorrect, I will personally end her life with my own hands. You understand the seriousness of my words, don't you?"

"Of course. Even if you didn't voice such a threat, I know that you would dispose of her if she became useless," Cian replied calmly.

"Good. If you understand that much, then I will leave her in your care. Use her as you see fit, Cian," the man said, his tone final.

Cian made way for the man to exit the room, and as he left, a twisted smirk lingered on his face. Cian watched him for a moment before redirecting his attention to the young Vera, who stared at him with wide eyes. He entered the room and approached her, crouching down to meet her eye level. Gently, he reached a hand toward her cheeks, causing her to flinch at first. However, she soon realized that the boy meant her no harm. With a tender touch, he wiped away the blood from her lips and the tears from her cheeks.

"That man isn't worth pleading for or shedding tears over, sister," Cian reassured her, his voice filled with a comforting tone.

Young Vera couldn't help but find solace in his words, and her trembling began to subside as she calmed down. It was the first time Vera had been spoken to with such warmth and tenderness. Overwhelmed by his words, her tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

"...hic...sniffle..."

"Don't cry," the boy commanded gently, leaning closer to her. He then extended his tongue and licked the tears from her eyes. "Your tears are bitter and salty, but I like them. They're the tastiest thing I've ever tasted." He continued to lick away her tears. "From now on, don't rely on that man. Rely on me. I am your little brother."

"Little brother?"

"Yes. Even though I am younger than you, I will protect you. I won't abandon you," Cian assured her, pulling her into a warm embrace and rubbing the back of her head. "I will never consider you worthless. You will become someone useful, not to him, but to me."

In that moment, a warmth blossomed in Vera's heart, spreading through her body like the transformation of a small pond from a few drops of color to an entire spectrum.

"...Y-You won't abandon me, even if I become useless?"

"I won't. I will never, ever abandon you," Cian vowed.

With those words, young Vera found solace in the embrace of her young brother.

As Vera stood on the sidelines, observing the scene unfolding before her, she found herself lost in a flood of memories from her past. Her mind wandered aimlessly until she was abruptly jolted awake by a scream that pierced the air. The sound seemed to indicate that whoever was screaming was experiencing something pleasurable.

"Ahnn~~~~ M-Master, you're pounding me intensely! I-It's soo goooooood~~~~!!!"

Vera sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and resignation. She directed her gaze towards the empty bed beside hers, realizing that the person who should have been there was likely the source of those passionate moans.

"...That woman, really," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. She pulled herself off the bed where she had been lying in her lingerie and quickly dressed. With a determined stride, she made her way out of the room and headed towards the source of the moans. Knocking on the door, she hoped to interrupt whatever was happening inside.

"Ahnnn~~~~! Master! Don't stop! Give it to me harder! I love it! Ahnnn~~~~!! I'm going to cum! Please, together, Master! Let's cum together!"

Despite her knock, it seemed that the occupants of the room were too preoccupied to acknowledge her presence. They continued their passionate encounter without a care in the world.

Vera sighed deeply, realizing that she would have to take matters into her own hands. Without hesitation, she barged into the room, only to be greeted by the sight of her brother, Cian, engaging in intimate activities with Maya. Both of them were completely naked, with Cian's hands gripping the headboard while Maya lay on her stomach.

"Ahnnn~~~!! I'm cummmmmmmiiinnngggggg!!!!" Maya's voice echoed through the room, filled with ecstasy. Cian withdrew himself from her and began to masturbate. Finally reaching his climax, he released his semen onto Maya's buttocks.