My stepsisters are sexy demons, and I must protect them
Chapter 74: Is it really just the wine...?

Chapter 74: Is it really just the wine...?

«D-Deputy Director Kendrow, I don’t want to sound rude but... I think... I think you’re going a little overboard with the wine...» Hakuto mutters, his voice painfully embarrassed.

The private flight that was supposed to take them to Ashiya is scheduled to last thirteen hours.

But not even three hours after takeoff, Alexia Kendrow—the Deputy Director of HESPARC U.S.—is already completely drunk.

She just finished her second bottle of wine.

As if that wasn’t enough, she even offered some to Hakuto—a minor.

That gesture left him utterly baffled, completely at odds with the stern, authoritarian image he had built of her over the past three months.

«Having to always act strict, serious, and unyielding is exhausting, you know? But I have no choice—it comes with the job. That’s why I want to enjoy these few hours of solitude and just let loose a little, unwind before the important meeting with the Deputy Director of HESPARC Japan,» she explained right after Hakuto saw her pull out a bottle of red wine.

«You don’t need to explain yourself to me, especially for something so normal. There’s nothing wrong with having a glass of wine to relax,» Hakuto replied.

But it didn’t take long for him to realize she meant one glass every five minutes.

«I-I told you... hic... I told you to call me Alexia! And besides... I might not look like it, but I’m a really strong Monster Reaper, you know? hic... it takes way more than wine to knock me out!» she snaps, her nose and cheeks flushed from the alcohol, hiccupping every few words.

She’s sprawled—no, completely slumped without a shred of grace—on a leather sofa in a small lounge aboard the private jet. Hakuto sits properly across from her, a glass table separating them, littered with bottles and glasses.

Even Hakuto isn’t entirely sober.

Partly not to leave her drinking alone, and partly out of curiosity, he also had a couple of glasses.

But he’s learning the hard way that alcohol tolerance is not one of his strong suits.

«Hakuto... turn on the cool air, please... hic... it’s boiling in here...» Alexia mutters, slurring her words so badly that Hakuto has to concentrate just to understand her.

«B-But, Alexia... you’ve already had me lower the temperature three times. We’re down to fifteen degrees Celsius... if I lower it again, you’ll be eating the wine like a popsicle instead of drinking it...»

«Ah, is it that cold...? hic... And yet, I’m still burning up...»

«Hakuto... hic... you don’t mind if I take off a few things, right...? I’m... I’m seriously melting in here, I’m soaking through my clothes...» Alexia grumbles, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Hakuto jolts at her words. He thinks he must have misheard her—maybe the slurring confused him—but no, he understood perfectly.

«N-No, it’s fine, Alexia. Go ahead...» he mutters, embarrassed.

Then he gets up from the couch.

He staggers for a moment—the effects of the wine hitting him all at once.

«Then... I’m going to my room, Alexia. Let me know when it’s dinner time. Or better yet, if you’re still feeling that heatwave, I can have one of the crew bring my meal to my room. It’s no trouble...» he mutters, his face getting redder—not from the wine.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to admire Alexia’s curvy, statuesque body, which he’s only ever imagined beneath that elegant suit.

But during those three months at the training camp, he didn’t just learn how to harness his powers—he also picked up a bit of military discipline.

And if there’s one thing he learned above all else, it’s respect for authority.

«H-Hey... hic... why are you leaving me alone? Am I that bad of a company...? G-Get back here, Hakuto... that’s an order!» she snaps, her eyes glassy from the alcohol.

Hakuto flinches again.

«A-Are you sure...?»

«Of course! I chose to travel with you because thirteen hours alone on a plane is just unbearable... hic... what’s the point if you lock yourself away and leave me here all alone?»

So Hakuto sits back down. On the outside, he looks calm.

But inside, he’s a storm of nerves.

And that unease becomes impossible to hide when Alexia starts undressing.

First, she slips off her black heels.

Then comes the suit jacket, which slides off her shoulders and drops to the floor.

Hakuto swallows hard and quickly averts his eyes as soon as she’s left wearing only a delicate black lace bra that barely hides her large, firm breasts.

It’s a gesture of respect—for her rank.

But from time to time, he steals a glance from the corner of his eye.

Then, she pulls off her tailored pants, revealing a flat, toned stomach, along with thighs and glutes clearly sculpted by intense training.

Everything barely covered by a thin black lace thong.

Finally, Alexia flops backward again, collapsing onto the sofa with even less grace than before.

«Aaaaaah... now this is much better...» she moans, satisfied.

«A-Are you... are you sure I should stay here too...? I mean, you’re in your underwear...» Hakuto mutters, completely overtaken by embarrassment.

But the sight of her perfect body is awakening other feelings in him.

At that point, Alexia gives him a decidedly mischievous smile.

«I wasn’t wrong earlier... hic... You and your father may look alike, but inside... you’re totally different. You asked me to tell you stories about him from back in the day, and this... hic... reminded me of another one...»

Alexia brings her hands to her chest—grabbing her own boobs between her fingers.

«...the first time your father and I met, I was dressed exactly like this... hic... what a coincidence, huh? I locked myself in his office and waited for him wearing a black lace lingerie set just like this one... hic... but he didn’t leave it on me for long...»

«W-When I asked for stories about him, I didn’t mean those kinds of stories...» Hakuto mutters.

But she doesn’t listen to him at all.

«He ripped it off me in an instant... hic... and then... it’s been almost twenty years, but I’ll never forget how he fucked me that first time... and the next... and the one after that... Even though other students walked into his office every day, he only had eyes for me. You know why...?»

Hakuto shakes his head—those stories about his father are making him deeply uncomfortable.

«...because I was a filthy little slut... he was crazy about me—for the things he could only do with me... hic... He could’ve had any woman he wanted, but in the end, he always came back to me. I became his erotic obsession just as much as he was mine...But time passes, people grow up, become adults, responsible, they have kids...»

Then Alexia makes a superhuman effort to stand upright and stay balanced.

«Yeah, you have kids... and you, Hakuto, you really look a lot like your father, you know...? Maybe too much... so much that...»

Despite her effort to stay upright, Alexia’s legs give out.

She collapses forward, landing right on top of Hakuto, her body sprawled across his.

«...you look so much like him that, even though my mind knows you’re someone else, my body reacts like I’ve got a young Shin Tendo right in front of me... hic... maybe this burning heat inside me is that same desire... the urge to relive all those moments... to feel that man who could make me wet just by looking at me... and now you’re doing the same to me, you know?»

Hakuto’s brain shuts down.

His body trembles—his hands, acting on their own, want to move across her skin, held back only by the last shred of self-control still clinging to him, weakened by the feel of her half-naked body pressing against his.

«...earlier, you asked me if I was your mother...»

Even with her slurring, Alexia’s voice is sweet and irresistible.

She presses herself closer to Hakuto, her boobs burying his face, her wet pussy grinding against his now uncontrollable erection.

«...if I were your mother, I couldn’t do this...»

Then, Alexia’s tongue slips into his mouth—their lips pressed tight together.

And with that, the last remnants of Hakuto’s self-control shatter.

Hakuto’s hands immediately grab her large breasts, squeezing them with desire and passion.

Her hands slide to the waistband of his pants, tugging them down impatiently.

His massive erection springs free, greeted by Alexia’s ecstatic gaze.

«It’s so... so big... yeah, you really are his son...»

Without wasting a second, she slips her lace thong down her thighs and tosses it aside. Then...

A loud moan of pleasure escapes her lips as Hakuto’s hard cock pushes deep inside her.

Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, her breasts pressing against his face as she begins to move her hips—faster, wilder, more desperate.

«It’s been... almost twenty years since I felt this good... I missed you, Shin, I missed you so much... I’m your slut, your favorite little whore... You can fuck all the women you want in this world, but none of them can satisfy you like I do...» she moans, her face twisted in overwhelming pleasure.

But those words snap Hakuto back to reality—for a moment.

~She called me... Shin? I think the alcohol’s completely scrambled her brain...~

«A-Alexia... you and Chris, I mean... you’re siblings, but I know there’s more to it... I don’t think this is right... not for his sake...» Hakuto whispers, his voice trembling with pleasure.

«C-Chris... my little brother... hic... he’s the man I love most in this world... but my heart is too big for just one man...»

~That’s a pretty elegant way of saying she just loves fucking lots of men...~

Her movements grow wilder, her hips slamming down harder, her moans louder and more intense—until...

~Wait, what...?~

Hakuto is licking her breasts with enthusiasm when Alexia suddenly collapses on top of him, limp.

~Did she... fall asleep? Seriously...?~

Hakuto sighs.

There’s a strange frustration in him as he realizes Alexia passed out from too much wine—right in the middle of the moment.

All he can do now is lift her into his arms and carry her to her room.