My stepsisters are sexy demons, and I must protect them
Chapter 75: Finally free!

Chapter 75: Finally free!

«Dear passengers, we’ll begin our landing procedures in twenty minutes. I repeat: landing procedures will begin in twenty minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts.»

It’s early morning when the pilot’s voice echoes through the private jet.

Hakuto jolts awake at the announcement.

He hurriedly gets dressed and rushes to the designated landing area—the one with the typical seats and seatbelts.

But when he gets there, Alexia is nowhere in sight.

Hakuto lets out a deep sigh.

~Where the hell is Deputy Director Kendrow now...? Still knocked out from all that wine...? And she’s supposed to be the adult here... I guess I should at least make sure she’s okay...~

The pilot’s voice echoes again, this time warning that only ten minutes remain until landing.

Hakuto doesn’t know what to do—should he abandon Alexia and let her make a fool of herself in front of the flight crew? Or should he save her reputation, even with so little time left?

His sense of duty pushes him toward the second choice.

Though, the chance to see her one last time in lingerie—the way she looked when he carried her to bed—definitely plays a part in his decision.

He slaps himself as soon as the thought of helping her shower—just in case she vomited on herself—crosses his mind.

~Dammit... she might be... well, a very particular woman, but she’s also the Deputy Director of HESPARC U.S. Get a grip, Hakuto!~

But then, relief washes over him as the landing compartment door opens.

Somehow, Alexia managed to pull herself together.

She even put on a bit of makeup.

Even though it’s obvious she’s still not feeling great—her black suit is slightly crooked, her makeup smudged in ways even Hakuto can notice.

And her expression—pale and worn out.

Hakuto is relieved to see she’s more or less okay.

Though, deep down, part of him feels a tiny pang of regret for not getting the chance to "help her shower."

That thought is quickly crushed by embarrassment—as vivid memories of the previous night return. Her half-naked body. Her on top of him.

His cock inside her.

And all those lewd, inappropriate things she said.

Just remembering it causes certain... reactions.

Instinctively, Hakuto averts his gaze out of sheer shame.

«Good... morning, Hakuto...» she slurs, stumbling toward the seat next to his.

«G-Good morning, Alexia...» he stammers.

As she sits beside him, he notices something important—there’s no vomit smell, and the scent of alcohol is so faint it’s barely noticeable unless you’re really looking for it.

~Well, at least she managed to wash herself...~

«Hakuto... I think... I might’ve drunk a bit too much yesterday...» she mumbles, her head in her hands, crushed by a brutal hangover.

«Y-Yeah, I think so too...» he replies quietly.

The shame—what happened between them—the tension eats away at Hakuto, second by second.

He’s about to address it directly, no sugarcoating—there’s no time left.

But she beats him to it.

«Hakuto... did something happen last night...? Did I do anything... weird?» she asks, her voice and expression filled with confusion.

The question completely catches Hakuto off guard.

«Something weird... like what?»

Alexia shrugs.

«I don’t know... something weird... unfortunately, when I drink too much, I tend to say and do really embarrassing things—I don’t remember anything after my second bottle of wine. But if I did something that made you think badly of me... if I offended you or disrespected you in any way... please tell me. And don’t tell anyone else. I know that someone my age and with my responsibilities shouldn’t act like some high school girl, but I’m so stressed... if I don’t let go sometimes, I’d go insane...»

Then, Alexia places her hands over Hakuto’s—gazing straight into his eyes.

«This morning, I woke up half-naked in my bed. My last memory is the two of us talking in the drinks area... Hakuto, whatever happened, whatever I said, I beg you—talk to me. I’d rather face an uncomfortable truth than live with doubt...»

Her voice is broken, heavy with guilt.

Hakuto truly doesn’t know what to do.

He could lie and pretend nothing happened—make it all go away like a dream. Or...

It’s been almost a year since he started living with Rika, Yuzu, and Kagura.

All that time around uninhibited succubi has clearly rubbed off on him.

~If I told Alexia what really happened... is it possible she’s just pretending not to remember? Maybe it’s a test? Maybe... she’s put me in front of a decision: tell her nothing happened and leave it behind, or pick up where we left off? Why do women have to be so complicated? Ugh...~

«Last night, you and I...»

Hakuto swallows.

Alexia stares straight into his eyes, hanging onto his words.

«...didn’t do anything, don’t worry. You were telling me about what life’s like at HESPARC, about the mission to kill the dark elf, and you fell asleep on the couch. I carried you to your room. You were still dressed. You must’ve taken your clothes off by yourself—maybe because of the heat, maybe during a moment of lucidity...»

Alexia stares at him silently for a few moments—then, she smiles.

She places her hand on his messy hair and ruffles it gently.

«You really are a good boy, Hakuto—not like that perverted maniac of your father. I’m sure if he had been in your place, he definitely would’ve taken advantage of the situation to have some fun with me. But you acted in a really responsible way,» she says, complimenting him.

~Considering what she told me last night—about what she used to do with my dad at HESPARC Academy, I’m not sure who the real pervert is between the two...~

In the end, the plane lands on a private runway owned by HESPARC Japan, not far from Tokyo—the location of Alexia’s appointment.

There, a taxi is waiting for Hakuto, ready to take him to Ashiya.

Another taxi, in two days, would bring him from Ashiya back to the plane and take him to Rome—this time, alone on the aircraft. Alexia would be staying in Tokyo for the whole week.

And during the car ride between Tokyo and Ashiya, a thought keeps spinning in Hakuto’s head.

A question he can’t get out of his mind, and probably never will: did Alexia really not remember anything, or was she just pretending?

♡♡♡

«Oh, Amina... you’ll be such a perfect wife, Amina... I almost feel guilty for paying you so little, your father deserved way more escudo... you really did awaken the fire of passion in this poor old man...»

Kofi pants clumsily, kneeling on the mattress, Amina’s ass—or rather, the temporary body of Velshekar—clutched in his hands.

His stubby erection pumps in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer.

It’s been two days now that they’ve barely left the bedroom, and Velshekar has resigned herself to the idea—she’ll have to endure this humiliation until her spirit regains enough strength.

A process that normally wouldn’t have taken more than a day, but it’s been severely slowed down by the relentless physical effort this weak body is being subjected to.

Amina covers her own mouth when, with one final thrust from Kofi, that stubby but tireless erection releases its fluids inside her—yet again.

She’d rather rip her ears off than hear moans of pleasure escape her own lips—icing on top of the cake of shame.

Then, Kofi collapses forward, ending up sprawled on top of the limp Amina.

«M-My dear... how about a break...? I’m exhausted, I really need some air...» Amina pants, her breath broken from exhaustion.

«Of course, my beloved future wife—your every wish is my command,» Kofi replies, his voice filled with love and devotion.

~This time he’s tired too... finally... how the fuck does this fat old man have so much energy?~

This is the third time Amina has asked to rest, but the previous two Kofi had refused.

The fact that this time he agreed means he’s finally hit his limit.

And it’s under the warm water of the shower, as she cleans Kofi’s fluids off her body, that Velshekar—finally with a clear mind—realizes that, although she still can’t possess a new body, she can at least access some of her offensive magic again.

In the palm of her hand, she manages to maintain a flickering green flame—too weak to defeat a demon or a Monster Reaper, but more than enough to get rid of a powerless human.

«My future wifey, make room in the shower, I’m coming in!» Kofi shouts from the bedroom.

«But of course, my love, I’m right here waiting for you...» she replies, with a sinister smile—her gaze fixed on the green flame that no simple water can extinguish.

Kofi impatiently pulls open the fully opaque shower curtain, and...

—WOOM!

Amina slaps him in the face with her open palm—green flames spreading slowly.

Not a single scream escapes his lips—Velshekar deliberately struck his face, precisely to prevent him from being able to shout.

But the pain Kofi feels is indescribable.

The flames devour him with agonizing slowness due to their low intensity, which Velshekar chose intentionally—as a tool for torture.

Killing him wasn’t enough.

She wants to see him writhe, consumed by unbearable burning pain, after all the humiliation she’s endured over these two days.

The flames don’t spread through the house.

They consume only every single cell of his body—leaving no ash, no smoke.

Once the last shred of flesh has been eaten by the emerald fire, Velshekar—who’s now roughly learned the layout of the house—has no trouble finding Kofi’s phone.

And she uses it to call one of the few numbers she knows by heart: the demon who became her loyal right hand after the deaths of her trusted enforcers, Frank and Oliver.