I Became the Younger Brother of the Villainess

Her voice, though, remained so sweetly restrained. She wasn’t vulgar, wasn’t begging like a woman completely lost in lust. Instead, her pleading had an innocence to it, shy and hesitant.

“A little more… Hnn… ahh… sorry… so lewd… I-I’m… Master’s… possession… from the start… ahh…! Ahhhhh!”

When I glanced up, she was looking at me with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for more. Yet, even now, she held back from asking outright, believing it disrespectful to demand something when she was, after all, mine.

When she stammered an apology for her words, I tugged gently on her nipple, still rolling it between my fingers.

“Hah!”

Her body arched sharply, a surprised cry escaping her lips. Her trembling breasts slipped from my mouth as her hips bucked instinctively.

She lay there, mouth slightly open, at a loss for words, the sensations overwhelming her. I leaned in close, whispering to the maid whose body had already surrendered completely to my touch.

“I’ll allow it. So, tell me—what do you want me to do?”

Daisy looked dazed, half-conscious, her flushed face reflecting the intensity of the moment. Yet, she must have heard my words. Her trembling hands, which had been clutching the hem of my clothes, tightened their grip.

“A little more… just a little more. Please… tease me… love me… Master… for you… Daisy’s virgin…”

She faltered, her voice trailing off as her cheeks flushed deeper with embarrassment. For a brief moment, she closed her mouth, the afterglow of her earlier climax momentarily overtaking her.

And then, as if summoning her courage:

“With your hands, Master… please take care of me.”

That.

The words hung in the air, trembling with vulnerability. After such an earnest and provocative confession, she squeezed her eyes shut, as if bracing for rejection.

She must know. She must know that I don’t remember her. Yet, despite that, she confessed to having kept her chastity for me.

Even though she must have realized that my feelings, whatever they were, could never mirror the depth of hers.

Because she cared for me.

“Hah… I know. I know my master doesn’t remember me either.”

Her voice quivered, quiet and pained, as if my silence had fed her fears. She still wouldn’t open her eyes, her anxiety raw and exposed.

“But still, Master…” she whispered, her breath catching.

I leaned in and kissed her, silencing her doubts with the press of my lips.

“Yeah… chuu… huuung… haeup… chuuup…”

Saying it wasn’t because I particularly liked her felt meaningless—almost cruel.

To be honest, I felt a mix of emotions: a tinge of excitement, a flicker of nervousness, and…

A pang of annoyance.

Annoyance that the person she cared for was Scarlett Chepes—a woman I didn’t even know.

“Wha… my lord… this is…”

“Spread your legs,” I commanded, cutting her off gently but firmly.

Daisy’s expression shifted, her delight mingling with confusion. But I didn’t wait for her response. Instead, I decided to continue, allowing my actions to speak for me.

Even I noticed that my voice had softened, holding a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

Maybe… just maybe.

Even as I gazed at Daisy, my thoughts drifted to my sister—the only person I could truly rely on since inhabiting this body.

A nagging thought crept in: could my sister have loved the Scarlett of the past, not the current me? Was it possible that I had stolen the body of the younger sister she cherished?

The idea left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Unpleasant.

I felt irritation bubble up inside me, sharp and unrelenting.

So, I made a decision: I would take them all.

“Here, Master…”

Daisy, shy and flushed, spread her legs hesitantly. Her vulnerability was intoxicating. I reached out, my fingers trailing across her trembling, wet thighs, teasing her soaked entrance.

“Ugh…”

If Daisy had feelings for the Scarlett of the past, then I’d replace those memories with the me of now.

After all, I had already claimed her first kiss, her virginity.

My sister, too.

And Leticia. I would make them mine.

“Good,” I murmured. “Just like that.”

They would see Scarlett as mine, and mine alone.

With that thought, my hand moved deliberately, teasing Daisy’s sensitive body with slow, calculated motions. There was no rush—I wanted to savor this, to tame her steadily and completely.

As my fingers spread her damp folds, the pink flesh inside twitched, slick and inviting. Her clitoris peeked out shyly, as if beckoning for attention.

“Huh! Ugh… ahh…!”

It was almost adorably small, a perfect target for my teasing. A light stroke with my finger was enough to send her spiraling, her trembling growing more intense by the second.

Knock, knock.

Her slick arousal dripped onto my fingers, her sensitivity far beyond what I had anticipated. Whether it was due to her charm or the intensity of the moment, Daisy’s body reacted beautifully.

Her trembling didn’t subside; it intensified. Her thighs and lower abdomen quivered almost violently, as though she couldn’t withstand the pleasure coursing through her.

“Hah… hah… ahhh…!”

Her gasps grew louder, shifting from soft whimpers to raw cries of a woman overtaken by pleasure.

But her trembling made it difficult to touch her delicately. To continue, I needed to restrain her slightly.

With a thought, shadows rose, curling around Daisy’s limbs and binding them gently but firmly. There was no need for magic; my will alone was enough.

The shadows lifted the hem of her maid’s skirt, revealing her thighs and accentuating her heaving chest. The contrast between her neat uniform and the immorality of her bound state sent a wave of exhilaration through me.

“Heh… heh…”

For Daisy, even this brief reprieve seemed like a moment to catch her breath. Yet she panted like an animal in heat, her tongue peeking out, her hazy eyes glazed over with desire.

I didn’t lower the intensity of my charm. Why would I, when I’d already resolved to claim her entirely? Instead, I let it intensify.

Just minutes of teasing had transformed Daisy into a quivering mess, as lewd as someone intoxicated by pleasure.

I hadn’t intended to claim her virginity today, but her reactions made me reconsider. Could simple caresses truly unravel her so thoroughly?

“Master… your Daisy… ahh… please… take me…”

Her stammered pleas were incoherent, a desperate blend of need and surrender.

I pressed a single finger inside her, moving slowly, carefully testing her limits.

Even as I fought the urge to take her completely, my own restraint wavered. The throbbing ache between my legs grew unbearable, a tension on the brink of release.

How much longer could I hold myself back?