Sister Wants to Hear the Truth!

"What are you doing here, Dear sister?"

He asked, leaning casually against the wall, making no attempt to cover himself. Why should he? She was the one who had come into his room unannounced.

'She's the one intruding. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's her.'

Nadia turned from her reflection in the mirror, her brown eyes skimming over his exposed body without a hint of reaction, though he was certain she'd caught sight of his sizable member. Her indifference only made him smirk—she could pretend all she wanted, but he'd have her bending to his will soon enough.

'Just a matter of time, Nadia. Soon enough, you'll be begging for it.'

"I can't check up on my, little brother?"

she said, voice cool as she returned her attention to the mirror.

"You're always barging into my space, so it's only fair."

"Have you no shame, Sister?"

She raised a brow, feigning innocence.

"Shame? Why on earth would I?"

He spread his arms, emphasizing his lack of clothing with a smirk.

"Well, I'm standing here in all my naked glory—my little brother swinging like a proud rooster at dawn—and you're acting like it's just another Tuesday."

She gave a sly chuckle, throwing him a casual, almost pitying glance.

"Please, little brother. I don't even see you as a man, let alone consider your 'little friend' here something to be impressed by."

Then, as if his naked presence were the most boring thing in the world, she turned back to admiring her own reflection, adjusting a stray lock of hair with a teasing smile. A vein throbbed on his forehead.

'This damn woman…'

His pride took a bruising. Even his "beloved" stepmother had reacted to his charms when he'd pressed her close, but his stepsister? Not even a flicker of interest. Nothing but indifference at his full, glorious physique.

'She should be the one embarrassed here! But oh no, she just waltzes in and—'

But then, an idea sparked in his mind, wiping away his irritation as a wicked grin crept across his face.

"So, sister, are you here because you want to know what your dear husband got up to last night?"

She froze, her teasing smirk vanishing in an instant. Got her.

'Bingo!'

She was a proud woman, and that pride wasn't about to let her just spit out the question burning a hole in her mind. She'd marched into his room with a fierce resolve, but now that she was here, all her pride could muster was an awkward silence.

So caught up was she in framing her words just right that his nakedness barely even registered. But that restraint, that unshakeable dignity, was exactly the weakness he needed.

"N-no...why would I want to kn—"

He cut her off, grinning like a fox with a mouthful of feathers.

"Oh, no need to be so shy, sister. I can see it all over your face—you're dying to hear about what my dear brother-in-law got up to last night. But, honestly," he added with an exaggerated sigh, "it's probably better you don't know. No wife should ever hear what her husband was doing…"

She froze, her eyes widening just a bit, and swallowed hard.

'What... what on earth is he talking about? What happened last night?'

She thought, an edge of panic creeping into her gaze.

Oh, he'd hit the mark all right. She could barely keep her hands steady, her fingers twitching as her pride tried to hold the line. Yet there it was—that undeniable crack in her composure.

"What's the matter, sister? It's a shame, really. Last night… it was quite the spectacle. But I guess, you'd rather stay in the dark, hmm?"

She bit her lip, her pride waging war with her curiosity. And he knew it was only a matter of time before her need to know shattered that last sliver of restraint.

Seeing her frozen expression, he let a slow, knowing smile creep onto his face as he sauntered over to his bed. Sitting down with casual arrogance, he spread his legs apart, proudly flaunting his manhood as he lazily dried his hair with a towel, completely unbothered by her piercing gaze.

"W-what did he do last night? I-I obviously don't care… I mean, he can have as many lovers as he wants. He is a powerful warrior, after all…"

She stammered, her voice trying for calm, but her eyes betrayed the spark of something much sharper.

"Lovers? Ha! Who said anything about lovers, sister? We're not talking about love here, dear sister. No, no… Just a handful of whores."

He chuckled, his laughter low and mocking as it echoed around the room.

Her breath hitched, eyes flashing with a fiery anger that quickly turned her curiosity into seething indignation.

'Whores!? Not just lovers, but common whores!'

Her fingers clenched into fists, trembling slightly as she absorbed his words. Lovers would have been tolerable—even admirable in some twisted way.

But whores? The very thought made her blood boil. Shameless, coin-grubbing vixens who didn't even know the meaning of love? Despicable.

To Nadia, paying for affection wasn't just shameless; it was the height of weakness. Anyone who had to purchase love didn't deserve it, plain and simple.

Her body trembled as she closed her eyes, trying to steady herself, drawing in deep breaths to calm the storm swirling inside her.

'Why? Why do I care? It was just a matter of time, after all.'

Almost all cultivators were like this—never satisfied with just one woman, always on the prowl for the next conquest. It was practically a sport for them, and Nadia was learning that the only thing worse than a cheating husband was the realization that he wasn't even trying to hide it.

"I… don't really care…"

She turned sharply on her heel, striding toward the door with an icy, determined pace.

The morning sun, streaming through the room, illuminated her every step, and her sheer nightie did nothing to hide her figure.

Her lace panties clung to her curves, framing two flawless mounds that jiggled with every angry step. Her full, bare breasts swayed, catching the light, each bounce as tempting as a forbidden fruit.

Artis swallowed hard, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

'Damn, what a view.'

His body reacted with the enthusiasm of a teenage boy spotting his first pair of boobs—his member hardening like it had just found a new training partner.

She was angry—not just at her husband but also at herself for still caring about such a shameless bastard.

'Why should I care? I'm young and I can—'

"He said you bored him…"

"What?"

She snapped, her stride halting like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming carriage. Her assets came to an abrupt stop a moment later, as if gravity itself was trying to intervene.