My stepsisters are sexy demons, and I must protect them-Chapter 120: [Spin-off 1] I love feeling you this close to me...

~Where... am I?~

Chris slowly opens his eyes.

There’s a faint throbbing in his head.

His vision is blurry, but he quickly realizes he’s in his bedroom.

And once his surroundings come into focus...

Jasmine and Alexia are sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but their underwear.

Alexia’s is white lace, Jasmine’s is red.

Jasmine is the first to notice he’s awake.

She immediately throws herself onto him.

Her slim but firm body presses down on his.

Her face ends up right between her own breasts as she hugs him—way too affectionately.

«You’re finally awake, little bro! We were so worried, you know? You were out for six whole hours! We thought Professor Tendo hit you so hard you’d never wake up again!» Jasmine whines, her voice overly dramatic.

Alexia responds by pinching Jasmine’s butt.

«Stop calling him our little bro. He’s my little bro!» she snaps, clearly jealous.

«Ouch! That hurt!» Jasmine complains, rubbing the spot where she got pinched.

«And you stop saying he’s your little brother! Chris is mine and mine alone. Say it again, and next time I’ll pinch both cheeks!»

Jasmine shoots Alexia a defiant look.

«Oh yeah? Chris, why don’t you tell Alexia what we did last night?»

Alexia’s eyes narrow as they lock onto Chris.

«What did you two do last night...?»

«W-We kissed, big sis...» Chris murmurs, timid and afraid. He knows how angry Alexia can get.

He’s scared for two reasons.

First, because when his sister gets mad, she’s terrifying.

Second, because of that thing she always says:

«Everything we do together, you only do with me. Got it? If I ever find out you put your tongue—or worse, other things—inside another girl, you’re dead!»

Chris isn’t sure what those "other things" are.

But he knows he put his tongue in Jasmine’s mouth.

And that breaks the rule.

As expected, Alexia explodes.

«Calm down, calm down...» Jasmine mutters.

«You’re mad because your little bro kissed me, when you, with Kellen Wynne and Professor Tendo, you—»

«Shut your mouth!» Alexia snaps, her face turning tomato red, flustered and embarrassed.

Chris stares, shocked by her reaction.

~What did big sis do with Wynne and Professor Tendo...?~

But he keeps that thought to himself.

No need to make her any angrier.

–DING!

Just then, Alexia’s phone lights up.

A message.

She checks it, lips tightening.

Her face turns even redder.

«What’s wrong, Alexia? Who is it? What did they say? You look shocked!» Jasmine bombards her with questions, genuinely concerned.

«W-Well, uh...» Alexia starts stammering. «It’s a message from... from...»

She lowers her gaze.

«...from Zayn Bekan...» she whispers.

Chris jolts upright the moment he hears that name.

Zayn Bekan—he’s a living legend at HESPARC Academy.

The number one student.

Stronger than anyone.

Even stronger than Kellen and Alexia, who rank second and third.

«Zayn...? And what does that arrogant bastard want from you?!» Jasmine snaps.

Clearly, she doesn’t like him one bit.

«He wants...» Alexia’s voice drops lower, barely audible. «...he wants us to train together tonight...»

«W-WHAT?! YOU AND ZAYN BEKAN ARE TRAINING TOGETHER?!» Jasmine and Chris shout in unison—though clearly for very different reasons.

Chris, in his childlike innocence, really thinks they’re going to train.

Jasmine, on the other hand, knows exactly what "training" means among HESPARC students.

«HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!» Jasmine keeps shouting.

«Since last year... but it only happened twice...» Alexia murmurs, clearly embarrassed.

«YOU’RE NOT REALLY GOING TO TRAIN WITH HIM, RIGHT?! IF YOU DO, I SWEAR I’LL KISS YOUR BROTHER ALL NIGHT LONG!»

«D-Don’t you dare!» Alexia growls. Her legs tremble.

Her cheeks are flushed—though not just with shame.

She’s clearly aroused.

And Jasmine notices it instantly.

«J-Just for tonight... I swear it won’t happen again...» Alexia mutters.

Meanwhile, she’s already getting dressed in a hurry.

Jasmine stares in disbelief.

She sighs and shakes her head.

She knows how stubborn Alexia can be.

Once she decides something, there’s no stopping her.

«But big sis... I wanna train with Zayn Bekan too... bring me with you, please...» Chris begs.

«Yeah, why don’t you take Chris with you? I’m sure he’ll learn so much... oh, so much...» Jasmine adds with a teasing smile.

«Mind your own business!» Alexia snaps, now fully dressed.

She kneels by the bed, face to face with Chris.

Her hand gently runs through his hair.

«This is a special kind of training—something only grown-ups can do. But I promise, when you’re older, we’ll train together too. Just you and me. As many times as you want. Okay, my little one?»

Chris wants to say, "But I am already grown up!"

But he knows better.

So he just nods.

Then Alexia leans in.

Her lips press against Chris’s.

Her tongue slips into his mouth—their special goodbye.

She hurries out of the room.

But before closing the door, she turns to Jasmine.

«T-Take good care of my little bro, okay? And if he tells me anything weird... you’re dead!»

«Yeah, yeah...» Jasmine replies, clearly not taking it seriously.

As soon as the door closes behind Alexia, Jasmine slides under the covers.

She’s still wearing only her delicate red lace lingerie.

And now, she’s snuggling right up to Chris, chest to chest, hips tightly pressed together.

Then, she wraps her arms and legs around him.

Their tongues tangle in a deep kiss.

His hands cup her small boobs under the bra—just like she taught him.

«Y-You’re so good, little bro... even better than last time... you’re definitely a fast learner...» she pants, rubbing her pussy against the hard bulge under his silky pajama pants.

«T-Thanks, Jasm—uh, big sis...»

Chris’s voice is shaky, his breath uneven. His heart races wildly. This is a completely new sensation for him—the pleasure of Jasmine grinding against the most sensitive parts of his body.

«W-What you’re doing... how you’re moving... it feels so... so good... please don’t stop...» he whispers, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed.

Jasmine shakes her head gently as they continue to kiss.

«N-No, little bro... I also... love feeling you this close to me...»

A sudden flicker of doubt crosses Chris’s eyes.

«W-What if... big sis finds out...? She said she’d be really mad if I did with you what I do with her...» he mutters, sounding worried.

«J-Just don’t tell her, okay? And anyway... if she really cared, she would’ve stayed here with you, don’t you think? She didn’t mean it seriously...» Jasmine reassures him, all while grinding her dripping pussy even harder against his cock.

Chris squints, his fingers squeezing her breasts tighter—an instinctive reaction to her increasing pace.

And then... Chris starts to feel something.

«I-I think... I need to pee... I need to go to the bathroom...» he mumbles, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

But Jasmine knows it’s not that.

Her cheeks flush bright red, her expression turns even more teasing—but also deeply thrilled.

She pulls back just a little.

Now they’re face to face, nose to nose.

«Y-You’re not about to pee, little bro.. there is something else that wants to come out of your cock...» she says with a faint smile.

«S-Something else...? What is it...?» he asks, genuine curiosity mixing with the rising, unknown pleasure that grows inside him second by second.

Jasmine doesn’t answer right away—not with words.

Her right hand, still wrapped around Chris’s neck, begins a slow and steady descent downward.

She gently strokes his chest, then slides over his stomach, lower and lower toward his crotch, and finally...

Chris jerks when her fingers wrap around his erection—not directly, but through the thin pajama pants.