To Torment You, Oh Dear Sister

“Please… mhm-stop..!” Vivian squirmed underneath his grasp as she constantly hit him on his chest, trying to push him away from her. The male’s strength, however, overpowered her as he let his hand brush over her, travelling up to her arms and eventually getting a hold of her wrists. He then captured her lips once more while bringing her arms above her head, leading to her being completely trapped under him. Claude moved down and lowered his head to her neck, his tongue gliding over her exquisite flawless skin. The wet sensation that she suddenly felt made her moan in surprise, making her feel ashamed when she heard herself make such a sound. Vivian could feel her body heating up and responding to his moves, but she still tried to toss and turn in hopes that he would loosen his grip. Although no matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain. And the female just shut her eyes tight as she refused to see his face while he performed these actions to her. “Vivian.” His voice called, but Vivian still had her eyes closed in fear of what might happen next. She could feel him move slightly to the side and his breath was so close to her ear. “Vivian, look at me.” At that moment, she finally opened her eyes and glared at him, thinking it might stop him from further torturing her. Claude’s lips formed into a mischievous smile as he looked at the woman beneath him, feeling satisfied. She was panting all heavily, her stunning blonde hair was a mess and was scattered on the bed, and her skin was becoming red due to her being embarrassed of the situation she was in. However, the most pleasing aspect of all was that she was looking at him just as he ordered her to do—like a dog obediently obeying her master’s commands. “You're my brother… so… why are you doing this to me?” she gasped, still trying to catch her breath. She looked like she was about to cry, as her eyes started to appear watery. Claude’s smile never faltered and his eyebrow raised at her question, a little delighted that she was curious about such a trivial matter. He leaned down with one hand continuing to grasp both of her wrists over her, his lips just a few centimeters away from hers, “Why, you ask? It’s because I despise you, Vivian, and seeing you fall apart makes me want to humiliate you even more.” He then returned to her neck and bit into her soft appealing flesh. Vivian almost screamed as he did so—but stopped when suddenly, she heard someone knocking on her bedroom door. “Your Highness, it’s Alice. I’ve been told to bring you medicine at this hour, may I come in?” a feminine tone came from just behind the door, and her eyes widened at the unexpected visitor. She thought that Claude would stop what he was doing, now that someone else would be stepping in, but he continued to bite on her skin whilst even adding a little more pressure on it. Vivian tried hard not to let her voice out as she felt his other hand move around her waist before going to the backside. She then felt him untying the binding of the dress she was wearing from behind, and she panicked further as the garment slowly loosened its grip around her body. “Your Highness?” Alice called again, now having a worried tone from the absence of reply. She knocked on the door again in case she hadn’t been heard at the first time, but Vivian couldn't respond right away because the prince was toying with her and she was afraid her tone of voice might give it away if she unintentionally let out a scandalous noise. “What are you doing, sister? Aren’t you going to answer your poor maid? You’re making her wait,” Claude whispered lowly, looking at her with an amused smirk displayed on his face as the knocks became a little louder and more frequent. By now, the female was left frozen in her place and was sweating profusely, overly anxious by the thought of someone in the palace finding out what was going on between her and the prince. On the other hand, Claude continued to savor her skin, and the ribbon behind her dress had been successfully undone. All that remained was for him to remove the dress that was covering her, but he was having too much enjoyment witnessing his sister's horrified reaction. "Your Highness?" 'I need to respond,' she told herself as she struggled to free herself from his hold, entirely distracted from what she needed to accomplish. “Your Highness, I will now be entering your room. Please excuse me." ‘I need to respond!' Suddenly, the door knob twisted and the door of the room eventually opened, allowing the maid to enter with a tray of food and medication in her hands. Her eyes broadened in shock as she saw the scene in front of her. “Your Highness, the Crown Prince! I apologize, I didn’t know you were here!” Alice quickly placed the tray she was holding on a nearby table and bowed deeply in front of him to express her heartfelt remorse. Claude sat on a chair by the side of the bed, while his sister was resting peacefully on the mattress with her blanket over her body. Everything seemed to be in order and nothing at all was anything strange-looking. He looked at the servant who appeared and lifted his hand, showing that he accepted her apology before eyeing Vivian, “It’s alright, me and my sister were just… discussing some important matters that we didn’t hear your calling by the door. My apologies as well.” The maid continued to bow as she shook her head slightly in disagreement with his assertion, “Please Your Highness, there is no need to apologize. However, I am thankful for your generous forgiveness towards me.” The male raised his head, but said nothing more until he finally stood up from his seat as he adjusted his hand glove, “Well, I believe that I should leave now so that my sister can already take her medicine. I trust that you will take care of her and make her your first priority.” He then proceeded to walk to the doorway, while the servant had been bowing without raising her head ever since earlier. As he approached the threshold, he suddenly came to a stop and turned around to face the woman who was lying on the bed one last time. On his lips plastered the same wicked smile that he had always shown her. “I’ll see you again, sister.”