My stepsisters are sexy demons, and I must protect them-Chapter 26: The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

«W-Why... Chantal...? Why are you doing this...?»

Hakuto’s voice trembles.

His breath is barely there.

«Don’t you remember what I told you at dinner tonight...? If you want to have fun with a woman, I’m right here... I won’t let the first slut who walks by steal your heart...»

Hakuto stands, his back almost pinned to the wall by Chantal.

She leans her whole body against him, her breasts pressing into his back.

He’s never looked at Chantal the way a man looks at a woman—at least, not until now.

Hearing her moan behind him—naked and wet—feeling her breasts and hard nipples rub against his back, awakens a desire in Hakuto he never thought he could feel for her.

She used to be the source of his hatred. His suffering.

But now, she’s the source of his pleasure.

Chantal’s hand slides up and down his hard, long shaft.

She moves slowly, softly, but never stops—stroking all twenty-one centimeters from the base to the throbbing tip.

~I don’t get it... what’s gotten into her all of a sudden...? Chantal was never like this... she never cared about guys. Honestly, I even thought she liked girls... We live under the same roof and we’re basically coworkers... This is so wrong, and yet...~

He wants to say something, but the words get stuck in his throat.

Hakuto’s breathing grows heavier.

His moans start to drown out Chantal’s.

He half-closes his eyes and tilts his head back slightly.

~...and yet it feels so good...~

Hakuto’s erection gets even harder.

~Shit...! I swore I’d never become like my father—a man who swaps women like shoes. I don’t want my future son to go through what I did... A parade of strangers, and no one to call mom. I meant it. I really did...~

Chantal’s grip on him is just for show now.

She’s not using any real strength anymore.

Hakuto could pull away at any moment.

But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to.

~...no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I’m just like my father... Fighting who I really am only brings pain and frustration... I can’t live with this emptiness anymore!~

With a quick motion, Hakuto moves his right hand back and grabs Chantal’s firm, athletic ass.

She lets out a moan, then smiles—mischievous and excited.

Her hand picks up the pace, stroking him faster.

Hakuto’s moans grow louder, matching her rhythm.

His eyes snap open.

His face shows a firm, resolute expression.

The look of someone who finally understands.

He spins around and grabs Chantal by the hips.

He slams her against the wall.

Now, their roles are reversed.

Hakuto grabs Chantal’s breast with his left hand.

His right slips between her thighs—middle and ring fingers thrust deep inside her.

He moves with such force and rhythm that Chantal gasps for air.

Hakuto’s mind is blank now.

There’s nothing but desire and pleasure.

«G-God, Hakuto... yes... yes, like that...!»

Chantal’s voice is muffled by pleasure—and by his tongue, moving wildly in her mouth.

Hakuto has never done anything like this before.

Not even close.

Yet his hands and tongue move with such skill that it even shocks him.

It has to be some kind of Tendo family instinct.

Their bodies, soaked with water and foam, burn with excitement.

Hakuto shows no hesitation.

He grabs Chantal’s long red hair and pulls her back.

She spins around, her face pressed to the wall.

Now he’s behind her—taking control.

His hands land hard on her ass.

The sound of a double slap echoes through the room, followed by Chantal’s scream of pure ecstasy.

Then Hakuto spreads her cheeks wide.

Her pussy, framed by soft red fuzz, is fully exposed—dripping even more than the shower water.

She’s so aroused that her clit is visibly swollen.

Finally, without a second thought...

«AAAAAAAH...»

Chantal bends forward, her forearms pressed against the shower wall, and screams—loud and long—as Hakuto’s thick, hard cock pushes all the way inside her.

Hakuto grips her hips tightly.

His pelvis moves fast, thrusting with a wild rhythm.

Her cheek is smashed against the wall.

Chantal’s ice-blue eyes have lost their cold, strict look.

They’re half-lidded, her pupils rolling back.

Her tongue hangs out between parted lips.

Her cheeks are flushed—not from the water, but from pure heat.

She looks back at Hakuto.

Her eyes are submissive. Obedient. Almost begging.

They say what her mouth can’t—Keep going, Hakuto. Harder! Don’t stop!—drowned by a pleasure she’s never felt before.

Hakuto looks down at her.

His eyes aren’t just filled with pleasure.

There’s something deeper.

A sense of payback—personal revenge.

Chantal, who had always been the one in control since they were kids, is now the one under him.

Totally, completely at his mercy.

Hakuto yanks her hair, pulling so hard her head snaps back.

He slaps her ass with full force, leaving red finger marks on her skin.

He thrusts into her so violently that pain and pleasure blend in her cries.

And still, Chantal begs him.

Begging for more. Begging for it harder.

«I-I’m cumming... I’m cumming...!» she cries out with every bit of voice left in her.

As if they were the only ones in the house.

Moments later, her body jerks forward.

She drops to all fours, hands pressed to the shower floor.

The orgasm shakes Chantal hard, but not Hakuto.

He keeps thrusting from behind, just as intense—maybe even more.

«I-I’m your bitch... a bad bitch... punish me, Hakuto...»

Her tongue hanging out like a panting pup.

Nothing in the world could’ve turned Hakuto on more than those words.

The proud, cold, arrogant Chantal is now just a naked, obedient puppy.

Seeing her on all fours, completely submissive, sends a wave of intense pleasure through Hakuto.

With one final thrust, he buries himself fully inside her.

His climax spills out in full—then flows from her pussy, mixed with the running water.

Hakuto falls back, ending up seated on the floor.

His eyes stay wide open, filled with disbelief.

~Did that... really just happen...? Did I seriously have sex with Chantal...?~

His cock is still hard between his legs—proof this wasn’t some crazy dream.

Chantal stays turned away, back arched, her ass still pointed at him.

She holds herself up on trembling arms.

His semen drips steadily from her lips.

«I want more, Hakuto... give me more...»