Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 65: How Did It Feel For You? (R-18)

The dining room wasn’t as bad as it was a little over a week ago. It wasn’t palatial or anything, but it was enough to put Edith Greaves’ soul at ease. There was a faux crystal chandelier hanging over the table now, with a decent faux bouquet in a decent vase beneath it. Most importantly, every seat at the table was set as though we were going to host some lavish banquet. Doing that was maddening–especially with Isobel being a stickler about "getting the angles perfect", but, when things were done, they admittedly looked quite nice.

Morning light slanted through the tall windows now, casting warm glows on the marble floors. I was at my usual seat at the center of the table, digging into the breakfast Isobel had whipped up: eggs, sausage, and toast. Despite her small frame, Isobel cooked a lot. I’d gotten used to fairly small portions, though I wasn’t immune to overindulgence every once in a while. If I let Isobel cook all of our meals, though, we were gonna be too out of shape to fight against Jolyne!

By the time she’d finished her three plates, Isobel had excused herself to finish her work. I’d asked, and she’d said it was something about setting appointments for an engagement she wanted us to be part of someday soon. She’d been cagey when I pressed her for details, though, ultimately waving me off with an "I’ll give you two time to prepare". As if that clarified anything...

I finished my last sausage link as Lyra strolled in wearing thin brown trousers, a beige two-button shirt, and black slip ons. We hadn’t spoken after I came back from my time with Isobel because she’d been fast asleep.

Her blonde hair was wrapped in a ponytail, which was still somewhat damp from her morning shower. As I looked at it, though, I couldn’t stop my mind from going to the places Isobel had forced it to go. She’d described Lyra’s body in excruciating detail, and now that she was wearing these casual clothes, I... I saw it. The size of her breasts, the size of her hips. Lyra was always attractive. Ever since we were young, she was always the one people wanted to see. I’d also closed my eyes to that fact, though, because she’s supposed to be my damn "sister"!

"Why’re you looking at me like you wanna kill me? Did I forget your birthday or something?"

"O-oh!" I stammered, not realizing I’d been staring. I blushed. "Just lost in thought. My bad. Long day yesterday."

Lyra’s eyes lit up. "Oh, I bet! Hold on, I need to hear about this!"

She damn near sprinted to the kitchen, loading up her plate with eggs and sausage before sitting in the chair right beside me. She forked some eggs and a full sausage in her mouth before turning to have me, eyes wide like a gossip.

"Soo~? How’d things go with Isobel? They must’ve gone well since she didn’t nag me about sleeping early yesterday." She smiled, washing down her bite with water. "I need to know all about my favorite playboy!"

I paused, toast halfway to my lips. Isobel had mentioned something about Lyra giving me a certain "look". One that makes her thoughts abundantly clear. If I answered her probing questions properly, would I see that look...?

I scanned her face for it, unsure what I’d find. Would I know it when I saw it? Right now, she really did just look like an eager gossip about to get her daily scoop. Maybe I’d find it if I pushed more than normal?

"Things went well," I finally answered. "We had sex, but I guess you want the details."

Her fork stopped, but she leaned in, brows shooting up. "No shit, I want the details. Let’s go!"

I set my plate aside and started before I could psych myself out. "After we separated yesterday, I took a bath, rubbed on my favorite fragrance, then went to her room to give her a shoulder massage. We went on a tour of the place soon after, but that’s where things kicked off. We were a few steps away from the training hall, and we kissed. A lot. Lots of tongue, lots of touching. But, we didn’t finish things up because she wanted to finish the tour." I chuckled a bit. "She actually told me something pretty interesting about herself before everything started, but I think we can discuss that later."

"Yeah... that’s not what I care about right now," Lyra said. She was still eating, but her bites couldn’t swallow, her eyes slightly wider. "What happened when things kicked off?"

"She pushed me to the wall, grabbed me by the collar, then started kissing me again. Then, she started giving me a handjob while she talked dirty to me. She’s really good at that. Way too good at that."

Lyra put her fork down and shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, but her face stayed locked on mine.

"Before I could cum, though, she summoned a clone of herself. It was identical in appearance, but her personality was a bit different. She was more desperate than the main Isobel. Anyway, she has me eat out her clone because she can feel everything I do to it. While I’m doing that, she’s giving me the best head she’s ever given me. It was overwhelming at first, but I adjusted pretty quickly."

I watched Lyra’s reaction for any changes, of which there were a few. Her expression was a bit softer. That childish eagerness was replaced by a lighter curiosity; her cheeks seemed a bit red, and her breathing was slightly faster. Interesting changes, but not enough for me to come to any conclusions. I’d have to keep pressing.

"When we finished with the foreplay, that was when I finally fucked Isobel. She’s normally quite dominant, but because she had to focus on keeping the clone active, she couldn’t do that. So, she let me do whatever I wanted to get without protest. She talked dirty like always, but her dirty talk was far more... direct. She wasn’t trying to make me suffer with her words; she just wanted to make me cum. And I did, obviously." The memory surged, my own pulse quickening. "That’s when the clone came back in. She was jealous that I was focusing on Isobel despite them sharing sensations, so I gave her what she needed. She tried to be dominant, but Isobel took control of the situation. Her clone didn’t stand a chance against us. In the end, they milked me dry."

Something had changed. Maybe it was the atmosphere, which had completely left the "casual" zone. It also could’ve been the look in Lyra’s eye. She’d completely forgotten her food now and was turned towards me while resting her head in her hand. I, unfortunately, couldn’t quite read her expression, but there was certainly something there.

"So..." Lyra started, voice unusually soft in a way that gave me goosebumps. "How did it feel for you...?"