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While Emilia's words had sent Samantha into a confused daze, Cynthia couldn't help but cough. "You haven't forgotten your promise to me, right? No more wasting energy until you've completed your missions."
Emilia smiled in her mind. She already more or less understood how much energy was consumed in certain acts. 'Don't worry, I know what I can and can't do. I'll just reward her in a way that doesn't consume much energy. Maybe a little of my saliva, but that's it.'
Cynthia frowned, but thinking about how Emilia seemed to have given the heroine a massage as a reward, maybe it was alright. In her opinion, it was still quite perverted, and no one deserved to be serviced like that by her villainess, but she really hadn't consumed any energy.
Recalling how much turmoil the girl had been through just before, Cynthia sighed. 'Why did she have to get so attached to these mortals… I just don't understand.'
Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it now, and looking at the perverted siscon's fervent expression, Cynthia had no interest in watching whatever monkey-brained acts they were going to do next.
Samantha finally shook herself out of her daze, but looking at Emilia's face between her legs wasn't helping matters at all.
She knew that the girl was only there because she had been wrapping the dressing around her thigh, but Emilia's amorous eyes really weren't helping her situation. "E-Emilia, baby… if you don't come back up right now, I-I might not be able to control myself."
Emilia couldn't help but be a little amused when she heard the 'click' of her partner going into isolation almost at the same time as she felt the older girl's legs shiver as she resisted the urge to clamp her down.
Crawling upwards till they were face to face, Emilia leaned in to whisper in her older sister's ear, both her breath and her words naughtily tickling Samantha's heart and mind. "Who told you to control yourself?"
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For as long as she could remember, Samantha had always been a little more 'boyish' than her peers. Be it the games she liked to play or the way she behaved, none of them resembled what one would call 'girly'.
Regardless, her parents had still spoiled her silly, and she had grown into an unruly little prince by the time her little sister was born.
That was when everything changed, as far as Samantha was concerned.
Her little sister, unlike herself, was shy and demure, and never liked to even go out or interact with people. Even when their parents introduced her to someone, she would nervously cling onto either Mrs. White or Samantha, refusing to face the 'opponent'.
Samantha had always thought her little sister would remain such a shy and adorable creature, and had prepared herself to become someone who could always provide her with the protection she needed. To that end, she even gave up her unruly nature, and dedicated herself to becoming a good leader for the White Deer Corporation.
She never realized when their affectionate sisterhood slowly dissolved into nothing, to the point where the two of them seldom even met once a week over family dinners, and even then, they never talked.
As the older sister, Samantha of course thought it was her own fault to ignore the little girl to focus on herself, but what was done could not be undone. After all, the girl no longer had the time to focus on anyone but her one true love — the dashing heir to the Black Tiger Corporation.
Samantha had resigned herself to forever only being able to watch the girl from afar, and do what she could to ensure her smooth future, but never in her wildest dreams did she think that a day would come when they would once again be so intimate.
The day when her little sister changed her name and cut herself off from Amos Black, it was as if she had become an entirely different person.
Danny — no, Emilia — was no longer what one would call shy and demure. Instead, she became brave and mischievous. Her appearance may still be delicate and fragile, but her naughtiness seemed to grow by leaps and bounds every single day.
She even dyed her hair! The pure, lovable chestnut brown that she had always adored changed to a tempting crimson that seemed to lure her in with just a look. Somehow, her little sister had changed so much, that the innocent little angel now looked very much like a naughty little succubus.
It was as if she had finally come out of her shell, and discovered the much bigger 'playground' that was the world. What else would she do but have fun with all these new toys?
Samantha had long since wanted to make amends to their broken relationship, and had immediately seized the opportunity to once again get closer to her little sister. So what if she had to indulge her in creating chaos? She would happily turn the world upside down if that was what made Emilia smile.
Maybe it was because she changed her name, or perhaps because she no longer behaved the same way she used to, but Samantha felt as if an invisible barrier that had always existed between them had also seemingly disappeared. It was as if there were no longer any limits to how far she could go, and it was both an exhilarating yet terrifying thought.
As they grew closer and closer, the older sister found herself unable to control the level of affection she had for the younger girl. It grew and grew and grew, and each time Samantha dared to take it one step further, Emilia indulged her with a smile.
Maybe it was because she had been cut off so completely before, but nothing seemed enough anymore. When Emilia smiled at her, she longed for an embrace. When she got that, she longed for affection, and when the younger girl kissed her cheek, she wished for one on the lips.
"Emilia… I… love you…"
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