Reincarnated With the Seduction System
Chapter 153: Mira Blackthorn Part 2 (R-18)

Chapter 153: Mira Blackthorn Part 2 (R-18)

Mira sighed deeply, her head tilting back as the maid’s tongue traced languid lines across her foot.

A soft moan escaped her lips, her toes curling in satisfaction. Her half-lidded eyes gleamed with indulgence, her other hand slowly trailing down her own body in a delicate, teasing motion, as if savoring every moment.

Across the room, Lira's fists clenched at her sides. The fury within her built with each passing second, her gaze locked onto the degrading scene.

“Mira!” she barked, her voice sharp, slicing through the air like a whip. “What the hell are you doing?”

Mira’s gaze lazily drifted toward her sister, an amused smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “Oh, Lira. Always so serious.”

Her voice was thick with mockery, the disdain in her tone palpable. “Why do you insist on ruining a perfectly enjoyable moment? Perhaps are you jealous that someone besides you is closer to your sister?”

Her hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers brushing her pussy with deliberate, slow strokes as her words dripped with nonchalance.

The maid continued her work, lips pressing fervently against Mira's foot, moving with a practiced reverence, oblivious to the tension building in the room.

Lira could barely contain her disgust, her jaw clenched so tightly it ached. “What is this?” she demanded, gesturing to the disturbing display before her.

Mira chuckled softly, her head tipping back again as her fingers pressed deeper against her own vagina, her body shivering with pleasure.

“You worry too much, dear sister,” she murmured through a soft moan. “You’ve always been like that, haven’t you? So uptight, so concerned with appearances and protocol.”

Her tone was light, mocking, as if the weight of Lira’s anger was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

With a languid movement, Mira dragged her foot from the maid’s mouth, pushing the girl's head down to the floor with a dismissive shove.

The maid whimpered softly but didn’t resist, her obedience complete.In fact she hope Mira would punish her more, as she enjoyed Mira's treatment with pleasure. 

Mira smirked, clearly enjoying both her control over the girl and the rising fury in Lira’s eyes.

Lira stepped closer, her voice a harsh whisper as her anger finally spilled over. “You’ve endangered everything, Mira. Vortigern is suspicious. Our troop movements were so blatant even a blind man could see something was wrong. We were supposed to use help with Mortimer’s downfall to consolidate our position, reducing ally from Vortigern and adding one to ours,  not wave our intentions in front of the entire realm!”

Mira let out a soft, breathy moan as her fingers moved rhythmically between her legs, her eyes closing briefly before she responded, her voice languid and unbothered.

“You’re overreacting,” she said, her lips curling into a lazy smile. “The suspicion, the tension—it’s all part of the game, Lira. You’re just too naive to see it.”

Lira’s brow furrowed, her confusion momentarily overcoming her anger. “What game? This wasn’t the plan.”

Mira’s eyes fluttered open, amusement dancing in them as she continued to play with herself, the maid still pressed low to the floor.

“The plan?” she said, her voice dripping with condescension as she let out another soft moan,"You are naive little sister. This was always the plan, just you were not aware of it."

Lira’s fists tightened, her body trembling with fury. “Adrian helped me, Mira! He saved me, and now you’re planning to use him like a pawn in your sick game? Distracting Vortigern with Everhart while tying Everhart to us, has always been my plan.”

Mira’s laughter filled the room, a low, throaty sound punctuated by her soft gasps of pleasure as her fingers moved more insistently against her core.

“Adrian Everhart is a useful tool, nothing more,” she said between moans. “The Everharts will rise, yes, but they’ll be tied to us. Whether they realize it or not, they’ll be begging for our help when Vortigern’s blade hovers over their necks.”

Lira could hardly believe what she was hearing. She knew her sister was ruthless, but this… this went beyond mere ambition.

“You’re toying with people’s lives,” Lira said, her voice trembling with equal parts fury and disbelief. “This isn’t a game, Mira!”

“Everything is a game, darling,” Mira purred, her voice a breathy whisper as her pleasure peaked, her body shuddering with satisfaction.

“And in this game, the only thing that matters is control. Adrian, Vortigern, Mortimer… They’re all just pieces on the board. The only question is who will hold the strings.”

Without even looking at the maid, Mira tugged on the leash, pulling her close. “Now, lick my pussy, my dear puppy.” she commanded softly.

The maid whimpered in obedience, her trembling lips moving up Mira’s leg, hovering near her thighs as if waiting for permission.

The maid whimpered softly in response, a sound filled with both submission and eagerness.

Her hands trembled as they pressed against Mira’s thighs, sliding up her legs, as if hesitant to fully indulge in her mistress’s demand without explicit permission.

Her breath, warm and shaky, ghosted over Mira’s skin, each exhale teasingly close but still not quite touching.

Mira reveled in the moment, the power she held over the girl beneath her thrilling her almost as much as the sensation itself.

She gently guided the maid's head upward, pushing her face between her thighs with a languid, almost casual motion.

The girl’s lips quivered as they neared Mira’s pussy, hovering at the threshold of her pleasure.

Lira’s stomach churned, her revulsion spiking as she watched the scene unfold. Her sister’s cruel, manipulative nature was on full display, and Lira felt sickened—not just by Mira’s actions but by the realization of how deep her sister’s depravity ran.

This wasn’t merely a matter of ambition. Mira was dangerous, and she was willing to sacrifice anyone—Adrian, the Everharts, even Lira herself—for her twisted vision of power.

“You’re going to ruin everything,” Lira whispered, her voice strained with a mix of anger and helplessness.

Mira laughed softly, her body still quivering with pleasure as the maid worked obediently between her legs. “Oh, Lira,” she said, her tone condescending and smug, “you’re just too naive.”

Lira’s hands trembled at her sides, a storm of emotions crashing through her—anger, disgust, fear.

But underneath it all was a fierce determination. She wasn’t going to let her sister destroy everything.

Adrian had helped her, saved her when no one else would, and she wasn’t going to stand by while Mira turned him into another puppet.