"Uhhh… I'm sorry, sis…"
She glared at them both, hands on her hips, breasts straining against the sheer fabric with each deep breath.
"No. I told him not to get drunk, and here he is, reeking of it. And he's even got the audacity to bring his drunken face back to me… sniff, sniff… Is that perfume I'm smelling?"
She leaned in to catch a whiff, but just as she did, Artis feigned a slip, pretending to lose his grip on Chen's weight.
"Sister, grab him!"
"Bastard…"
She muttered, scowling as she reached over to steady Chen, letting out a groan as his arm slipped onto her bare shoulder. Her face twisted in disgust as she tried to hold him up, while her sheer nightie hugged every curve that Chen was obliviously pressed against.
"Gently, shister. He's just a little drunk, 'kay?"
Artis slurred, trying his best to look innocent.
"Little brother, you little idiot. Are you drunk, too?"
"Me? Nooo, not at all. Brother-in-law said it was just some… fruit juice! He made me drink it, shister. Hehe, it was sooo tasty."
"Your brother-in-law is going to get his ass kicked tomorrow morning."
She muttered, struggling under Chen's added weight as Artis slyly loosened his grip further, forcing her to take on more of the burden.
With her body pressed closer to steady Chen, her breasts inevitably squished against his side—right where Artis's hand was "helpfully" placed. Her soft, warm flesh pressed into his fingers, and Artis had to swallow hard to keep his composure, feeling himself stir below.
'So soft…so damn squishy. It's heaven.'
It was, without a doubt, the first time Axel had ever felt anything like this—let alone something so perfectly plush.
'No wonder this Chen guy is glued to her. Who wouldn't want to pin her down every day, every night? With a body like that, there's just no time to think about any other woman.'
Artis's lips curled into a sly smile. An idea struck him, and with slow precision, he began to act on it.
Reluctantly, he slid his hand back from the heavenly pillows, feeling every inch give way as he withdrew. It was a sacrifice he didn't want to make, but for this little scheme, he'd make an exception.
'I want to touch them. Oh, I need to feel them.'
The thought pulsed through Artis's mind, igniting a reckless, wicked glint in his eye.
With this resolve, he slid his hand up to Chen's arm, carefully pulling his brother-in-law's hand back from her shoulder just enough to make it seem like it was slipping. Artis made sure the movement was slow, enough to alert her that Chen's hand was about to fall.
"Oh no—ooh…"
She gasped, just about to catch his arm when she felt a firm, sudden squeeze on her ass cheek. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly grabbed the "fallen" hand, pulling it back up onto her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Artis was in a euphoric haze, his heart racing as he savored the sensation under his hand. He'd taken a full handful of her soft, curvaceous cheek, her warm flesh spilling out between his fingers.
The moment was fleeting but electrifying.
In the blink of an eye, he slid his hand back, smoothly replacing it with Chen's, all in one swift, practiced motion.
'Holy hell! I didn't know boobs could be this soft, or that an ass could be so damn full. Going to miss this once I'm out of here.'
But instead of the outrage or even suspicion he expected, she merely straightened and continued walking as if nothing had happened. Artis felt a pang of frustration—it was reaction he wanted, and he was determined to get it.
Then, unexpectedly, she threw him a line.
"Where's… uh… where's the perfume from?"
She asked, stammering slightly. Her expression was carefully neutral, but Artis caught the hint of curiosity in her eyes. She might not want to look suspicious in front of her stepbrother, but she clearly smelled something womanly from her husband, and her intuition was stirring.
"Huh? Oh, it's the WHORE—uh, I mean, the scent… from the bar, sister…"
He slurred, making sure to emphasize "whore" before quickly backtracking, as though he'd accidentally let something slip.
'Yes, yes. Fall in to the trap, dear sister. He he he.'
"What? Whores?"
She scowled, turning sharply to glare at Artis, her chest rising as she leaned in, eyes blazing with suspicion.
But just as she uttered the word "whore" again, something in Chen's foggy mind clicked. Some choice words floated up through his haze—words he'd regret if he had even a sliver of sobriety.
"My wife's a… stupid fig...uh… fig...no, no… Pig. A fucking pig…"
Chen mumbled, followed by a tipsy chuckle. His eyes were shut tight in drunken bliss, but his slurred words were loud enough to echo down the room, leaving both Artis and his sister wide-eyed.
"Oh my god!"
Artis gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth like a drama queen caught in a scandal. He looked at her with feigned shock, as if he couldn't believe any husband would dare speak that way.
"S-sister, I-I think brother-in-law's just drunk! He truly loves you; he comes home every day just to see you—"
"N-no one… hehe… no one wants to see your s-sorry ass… every day…"
Chen slurred on, oblivious as Artis tried to play innocent.
Artis couldn't help a smirk as Chen kept digging himself deeper, practically handing Artis the entertainment he'd been craving.
"What the hell, brother-in-law? My sister's a damn beauty! Even lords and heavenly kings would line up just to get a glimpse of her. If they saw her—"
"Hell, even a stiffened cock…" Chen slurred, chuckling like an idiot, "would shrivel up if it had to look at your sorry ass… hehehe…"
Artis gasped loudly, clutching his chest in mock horror as if he were hearing the worst blasphemy in the realm. He cast his sister a wide-eyed look, acting every inch the shocked, innocent brother, like he wasn't the one pulling the strings, luring her temper closer to its boiling point.
"Hmpf!"
Thud!
"Eeek! Sister! What the hell? Brother-in-law!"
The woman had snapped, cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. She shoved Chen hard, and, of course, Artis pretended he couldn't support him on his own, giving a subtle nudge as well. Chen toppled to the ground with a graceless thud, grinning stupidly up at the ceiling, his face red with drink as he mumbled incoherent nonsense.
Watching his brother-in-law sprawled out on the floor, Artis barely contained his satisfaction. He'd gotten exactly the reaction he wanted—and then some.