CHAPTER 242: THE FUTURE NO ONE KNOW**

"Ahhh~ Brother, please... slow down a bit," Haruka groaned.

She was in a prone position, with Haruto on top of her, pounding her without a care in the world.

Her brother wasn’t as gentle as she had expected—but she kind of liked it.

’Maybe he’s stressed out? But it’s fine... if it’s like this, I hope this goes on forever,’ she thought, just as his cock slammed into her sensitive spot again, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

"Ohhh, gooooddd!!!" Her eyes widened, her body burning with pleasure.

"I’ll try... but your pussy feels too good, Haruka. I can’t stop..." he murmured, kissing from her shoulder down her back, groaning as her tight walls massaged his cock.

Gripping her waist firmly, he thrust even deeper. Each stroke sent shockwaves through him as her pussy clung to him, squeezing tighter with every movement. The pleasure was overwhelming.

"Fuck! How can an ex-virgin have such a slutty pussy, huh?" He smacked her ass, making her tremble even more.

"Ahhh!!! Hnggg!!! It’s because it’s you, Brother!!! Your cock... your cock made my pussy like this!!!"

Haruka cried, gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Every thrust struck her deepest spots, filling her up completely, molding her insides to fit him perfectly.

Her pussy was already swollen and hypersensitive from the relentless pounding, her body surrendering entirely to his cock.

"Ughh!!! Ahhh!!! Ohhh!!! I-I’m cumminggg!!!"

Haruto chuckled darkly, feeling her walls tighten around him—she was right on the edge.

But he wasn’t going to let her have it so easily.

Slowing down abruptly, he pulled back just enough to deny her release.

"B-brother... why? I was so close!"

Haruka whimpered, squirming beneath him, her hips desperately rolling back, trying to get his cock to hit that perfect spot again.

Haruto grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back so their faces were close.

His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Beg me like a bitch, Haruka, and I’ll give you what you want."

Haruka frowned at first, but the idea didn’t bother her—after all, she already was his bitch.

"Brother, please... Please wreck my pussy. Give your slut a climax, please!"

Haruto smirked. "Good girl."

Without hesitation, he slammed his cock deep inside her again, this time with brutal precision, hitting her sweet spot over and over.

"AHHHH!!! HNGGHHH!!!"

Haruka’s body convulsed violently as she came hard, her juices squirting everywhere, soaking the white sheet that now wasn’t so white anymore.

She collapsed onto the bed, twitching, still lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

Haruto hissed, his cock gripped so tightly it felt like she was milking him dry.

But he wasn’t done yet. Even as Haruka lay there barely responsive, her body too overwhelmed by the climax, he kept thrusting.

"Ahh... fuck, Haruka. I’m sorry, but just a little more." His voice was strained as he gripped her waist tightly, holding her in place.

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, as if she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.

The wet squelching sound of her dripping pussy filled the room, the way her insides clenched around him making it almost impossible to hold back.

With one final, deep thrust, he groaned as he came.

"Hhhhhh... fuck, that was so good."

His cock twitched inside the condom as he filled it, his breath ragged. Finally, he pulled out, sighing in satisfaction.

Gently, he laid his sister onto the bed, stroking her hair before discarding the used condom in the trash—where many others had already piled up.

They had been at it all night. Now, the sky was beginning to lighten—it was almost dawn.

Haruto stared at the ceiling, his breath still uneven.

"Shit... What am I doing?" he muttered.

Sex was supposed to be a distraction, a way to drown out the relentless stress clawing at his mind.

But now, as the adrenaline faded, all that remained was a gnawing sense of regret.

He had lost himself—driven by frustration, anger, and something far darker—taking his sister like a man starved.

"I shouldn’t have done that... not with a virgin," he sighed, turning his head to look at Haruka.

She was fast asleep, her face peaceful, her breath slow and steady.

The sight should have reassured him, but instead, his anxiety crept back in.

His fists clenched. "What the hell am I supposed to do about Daiki? Should I just kill him outright?"

The thought lingered, tempting, but the reality of it crashed down just as fast.

’If Shohei finds out, I’ll be their next target. There’s no way I can live normally after that...’

Pressing his fingers to his temple, he tried to ease the pounding headache forming at the base of his skull.

Everything was spiraling out of control. He had never felt this vulnerable before—never had so many weaknesses, so many things that could be used against him.

’Maybe I should have followed Rin’s path from the beginning. Kill everyone, then kill myself... But now, I can’t.’

His jaw tightened, his grip on the sheets turning his knuckles white.

The image of Daiki standing next to Haruka, the way he looked at her—like she was his next plaything—made his blood boil.

’I can’t let this drag on. I need to take Ren down first... and then, Daiki will be next.’

’Then after that... All of my women would be alive and well. Haruka would finish her school and become successful...’

’And what about me then?’

’If I am somehow failed and killed, what about them? My promise? My baby?’ that thought was enough to make him shiver.

He was fine if he ended up dying, but his women... Would absolutely despise him.

Exhaling slowly, he closed his eyes, wrapping an arm around Haruka’s waist. Her warmth, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, grounded him.

She was still here. Still safe. And he would keep it that way—no matter the cost.

’Even if she ends up hating me... She has to be safe first.’

And so, he began to form a plan to make his sister safe.