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It's time for dinner, and Daphne eagerly put on a backless blue dress before heading to the restaurant.
Miller was already seated at the head of the table, where a complete spread of food was laid out. There were no nutrient solution tubes like last time, only a few bottles of exquisite wine, the contents of which were self-evident.
He clasped his hands on the table, as if pondering something deeply, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes. When he heard Daphne enter, Miller looked up, his violet eyes locking onto her. His gaze carried a suffocating intensity, causing Daphne to momentarily catch her breath.
Miller smiled gently, with a hint of strangeness. He raised his hand to signal everyone else in the restaurant to leave, leaving only the two siblings in this spacious and exquisite little hall.
"Flora, come here," Miller said to her in a gentle tone, but with an unmistakable air of insistence.
Daphne sensed that something was wrong, feeling like she had become a hunted prey, and broke out in a cold sweat as she hesitantly took small steps towards her brother.
"Brother... are you upset?"
Miller waited for her to come to him, extending his slender hand and opening it in front of her.
Daphne looked at his calloused yet still elegant hands, and carefully placed her own small hand on top.
In the next moment, she was pulled somewhat roughly into Miller's arms.
"Flora," Miller pinched her chin, lowered his head, and was only a few centimeters away from her lips. "Why did you shut your brother out yesterday morning? Hm?"
Daphne's mind went blank, and after a long while, she remembered that he hadn't come to give her a goodnight kiss yesterday.
"I, I thought my brother didn't want to come find me... um, I think I accidentally locked the door."
She suddenly realized and stammered as she explained to him.
However, Miller did not want to listen. He did not want to see Daphne's lips moving so freely.
He lowered his head and kissed her deeply, his long and powerful tongue swirling around her teeth, entwining with her small tongue.
Daphne Looking at the long and slender eyelashes so close, the whole person was stunned, imprisoned in the arms of her brother, forced to take away all her breath.
"No, no, I can't, brother..."
She was panting, just pushing Miller away, and soon she was held again.
Miller's large palm moved from her legs up to her waist.
Daphne is entwining him like a fairy, enchanting and elusive. When he touched her bare back, he felt a moment of collapse of reason.
"Flora, I was very unhappy yesterday."
Miller Let her go, his fingers caressed her wet and slightly swollen lips, his eyes dark and frightening: "Do you remember what I said? Making big brother unhappy will have consequences."
After speaking, his hand slid down her back, ambiguously undoing her skirt strap.
He brought out goosebumps on Daphne's back with calloused fingertips, causing her to let out a whimper from her throat.
"No, brother..."
Daphne blushed and could hardly breathe, pushing against his chest, but her wrists were ruthlessly pinned by Miller.
His hands slipped off her skirt, revealing the bound pair of jade-colored breasts in the snowy white corset, stimulating the visual senses with their enticing cleavage, causing veins to bulge on his forehead.
Miller pinched her slender waist, buried his head in her soft bosom, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of milk, arousing his desire, and his manhood gradually grew firm.
"Flora, you truly are your big brother's little enchantress."
Daphne His fingers grabbed into his hair, and a tingling sensation spread from the place where he touched her to the back of her neck.
Miller Using his lengthening nails, he pressed against the back strap of her bra, gently exerting force to stretch out the delicate straps one by one, then pushed them up.
He lifted his head and looked into his sister's slightly flushed eyes, using his fingers to wipe away the drool at the corner of her mouth. His voice was clear and hoarse, with a seductive magnetism: "Let brother taste, how does Flora's taste here, is it good?"
Daphne bit her dewy cherry-like lower lip and shook her head desperately: "No, brother, I was wrong, please don't punish me, okay?"
"However, if you don't punish Flora, you definitely won't remember." His finger wandered from his sister's perky lower breast, tentatively touching that blush.
Daphne's face flushed like she was drunk, grabbing her brother's wrist: "Don't, I can definitely remember... Mmm~!"
At that moment, the curve of the back became affectionate.
Miller mischievously hooked the corner of his mouth, pinched the tender dessert with two fingers, and gently kneaded it, asking softly in Flora's ear, "Is that so? What can Flora remember?"
Daphne In a chaotic mind, unfamiliar emotions surged through her body, making her blush and her shoulders turn pink. She stammered, "Remember... remember brother... remember not to close the door."
"Just remember not to close the door? Hmm?"
He breathed next to her cheek, increasing the strength in his hand, causing Daphne to tightly grasp his sleeve for a moment.
"No, no, this is not okay, brother... Mmm..."
Miller released his left hand from her waist and moved it to the other side of the snowball, starting to play with it ambiguously.
Daphne went weak all over, feeling wet and sticky down there, and dared not look directly into her brother's deep purple affectionate eyes. "I'll remember... remember not to make my brother angry... Mmm, don't pinch, don't pinch there, brother~"
Miller released his hand and pinched her waist. Daphne was momentarily freed, stunned for a moment, then found herself shamefully empty.
But before she could recover, she felt something soft beneath her hips, being pushed by something.
"Brother?" Daphne placed her hand in his arm, confused and bewildered, "What's next?"
Miller darkened his eyes, bent down and pushed up a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's your punishment, Flora. You didn't think it would end like this, did you?"
After speaking, he grabbed the back of Daphne's head and exchanged another deep kiss. Daphne gasped for breath, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. "But we agreed..."
"I never said I would let Flora off that easily."
Miller grabbed her and lifted her off the ground, sweeping away all the bottles, cups, and other items on the table with one arm. The silverware made a dull sound as it hit the ground, and precious porcelain was mercilessly shattered.
Daphne worriedly wanted to look down, but was pressed by Miller on the table covered with a clean tablecloth, his fingers pinching her cheeks, not allowing her to refuse to turn back.
"My Flora..."
Miller reached out and easily unfastened the soft silk dress around her waist, leaving it crumpled around her ankles.
Now, Daphne was left with only the close-fitting lace white panties and the bra pushed up above her chest.
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