Aiden and Selvara both snapped their heads toward the sudden cry.

"YOU BASTARD!! GET AWAY FROM MY ONEE-CHAN!!"

The voice was sharp, furious, and filled with pure jealoushy.

Aiden was still buried deep inside Selvara from behind, his cock semi-hard and twitching, ready for several more rounds. Selvara remained bent over, hands braced against the brick wall, skirt hiked up, panties around her knees, and thick white cum visibly dripping down her trembling thighs.

Before Aiden could even pull out properly, a blur shot toward them from the dark end of the alley.

He instantly reacted. Twisting his head sharply to the side at point-blank range, he dodged the incoming strike while still pressed against Selvara’s ass. His teeth clenched as the ring blade whistled past his ear.

The attacker landed hard at the entrance of the alley with a loud thud, kicking up dust.

Aiden quickly pulled out of Selvara with a wet sound and started frantically buckling his pants, turning slightly away from the intruder.

Selvara panicked. "Eek—!" She stood up straight as fast as she could, nearly tripping over her own panties. Cum continued to drip steadily from her well-fucked pussy onto the ground as she yanked her panties up her thighs. Facing the wall in embarrassment, she desperately tried to fix her bra and button up her white shirt under the red blazer, her hands shaking comically.

The attacker was a breathtakingly beautiful demoness with the same pale, ethereal features as Selvara, but with a far more wild and dangerous allure. Her long, flowing white hair cascaded like moonlight down her back, crowned with large, elegant curved black horns that swept upward. Her porcelain-white skin was adorned with intricate, flowing black tribal tattoos that swirled across her shoulders, chest, and arms in hypnotic patterns. Striking purple eyes burned with righteous fury, framed by dark, tear-like tattoo markings that ran down her cheeks like black tears. Sharp fangs peeked from her lips as she snarled, and large black bat-like wings were slightly spread behind her in agitation.

She wore a revealing dark purple and black outfit that barely contained her voluptuous body. The deep plunging neckline put her massive, heavy breasts on full display — enormous, perfectly rounded orbs that strained heavily against the tight fabric, jiggling with every furious movement she made. Her narrow waist flared into wide, fertile hips and a plump, shapely ass, while the outfit hugged her thick thighs, leaving much of her tattooed skin exposed and emphasizing her seductive yet lethal figure.

It was Lazira Nel Asto Nystovara — Selvara’s younger sister, Aiden’s sister-in-law, and a founding member of the Pale Hands.

Lazira’s purple eyes widened in horror as she took in the earlier scene: her respected Onee-chan bent over and thoroughly disheveled, skirt still crooked, face flushed, and thick cum clearly leaking down her pale thighs.

"You... you perverted bastard!!" Lazira screamed, her voice cracking with a mix of rage and heartbreak. "How dare you do something like this to my Onee-chan in a dirty alley?! Outside of home?! What kind of degenerate are you?!"

She launched forward again, her mana-amplified ring blade swinging in a wide, deadly arc. "You took my Onee-chan away from me! The great general of the late Demon Lord... reduced to this?! Getting fucked like a common whore against a wall?! I’ll kill you!!"

Aiden dodged the strike with ease, still trying to properly buckle his belt while facing away from her. "Hey, easy there! Family meeting already?"

"Family?! You’re not family, you thieving human!" Lazira shouted, launching another furious attack. "You stole my sister! You corrupted her! Look at her right now! You turned the proud General Selvara into your personal breeding slut!"

Selvara, still frantically buttoning her shirt with her back to them, yelped in pure embarrassment. "L-Lazira! Stop—! This isn’t... I mean... it’s not what it looks like— wait, it is what it looks like, but— ahh, don’t look this way!"

Her hands fumbled comically with the buttons, one breast still half-exposed as she tried to cover herself. Cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, making soft wet sounds as she shifted her legs in panic.

Aiden sidestepped another swing, finally managing to zip his pants. "Lazira, calm down. We’re married. This is perfectly normal husband-and-wife activity."

"Normal?!" Lazira shrieked, swinging her ring blade again. "Normal is doing it at home! Not in a filthy alley where anyone could see! You’re defiling my Onee-chan in public! She was the greatest general under the Demon Lord! And now she’s moaning like a bitch in heat against some dirty wall?!"

Selvara finally turned around, clothes only half-fixed, face burning scarlet. "Lazira! Language! And lower your voice! People from the market might hear—!"

"I don’t care!" Lazira pointed her blade at Aiden, eyes glistening with jealous tears. "You took her away from me... My strong, cool Onee-chan... Now she’s always with you, letting you do perverted things to her in alleys! Give her back!"

Aiden raised both hands in a placating gesture. "She’s not going anywhere. She’s my wife. And she enjoys it — even if she pretends otherwise."

"I do not—!" Selvara hissed, mortified, still trying to smooth down her skirt. "My Lord, stop talking!"

Lazira lunged again. "Die, you horny human bastard!"

Aiden dodged smoothly. "You’re really going to attack your brother-in-law in front of your sister?"

"Doesn’t matter!" Lazira shouted, swinging wildly. "Onee-chan! Come back to me! I’ll protect you from this pervert!"

Selvara covered her face with both hands, utterly humiliated. "Lazira... please stop... This is so embarrassing... I’m going to die from shame..."

Aiden couldn’t help but chuckle despite the situation. "See? Even your little sister thinks I’m corrupting you. Maybe she’s right."

"Shut up, idiot!" Selvara whined, stamping her foot, which only made more cum drip down her leg. "This is all your fault... dragging me into an alley... and now my sister saw everything..."

Lazira stopped attacking for a moment, breathing heavily as she glared daggers at Aiden. "You... You made my dignified Onee-chan into this... I’ll never forgive you!"

Selvara peeked through her fingers, voice small and tsundere. "Lazira... it’s not... completely terrible..."

"Onee-chan?!"

Lazira stopped mid-swing, her ring blade humming dangerously close to Aiden’s face. Her purple eyes were wide with shock as she stared at her older sister.

Selvara stood there, still flushed and disheveled, looking away in utter embarrassment. Aiden had both hands raised in surrender, wearing that infuriatingly smug grin like an idiot who knew he’d won.

Lazira’s grip tightened on Aiden’s shirt, knuckles white. "You... you bastard—"

"Wait!" Selvara’s voice cut through the alley, soft but clear. "Lazira... I am pregnant."

The words hung in the empty alley like a thunderclap.

Lazira froze instantly. The ring blade in her hand trembled. "...What?"

Selvara took a shaky breath, her pale cheeks still burning. "I’m carrying his child. Our baby."

Lazira’s eyes widened in pure shock. The fury on her face cracked, replaced by disbelief and something deeper. "Onee-chan... you’re... pregnant? With his child?"

Selvara nodded slowly, stepping closer to her younger sister. She gently reached out and wrapped her hands around Lazira’s hand that was still gripping the mana-amplified ring blade.

"Please... lower your weapon," Selvara said softly. "I don’t want my baby to grow up without a father. You understand that more than anyone how hard it is... don’t you?"

Lazira’s breath hitched. The ring blade in her hand suddenly vaporized into blue mist, dissolving completely as Selvara’s touch calmed her mana.

Selvara placed Lazira’s now-empty hand gently on her own still mostly flat belly, right where their child was growing.

"Feel it," Selvara whispered, voice tender. "There’s a life growing inside me. My Lord’s child... and mine. I’ve thought about so many things already. I want to teach our baby how to be strong, but also kind. I want to read them stories at night. I want My Lord to hold them and tell them how proud he is... I want us to be a family."

Lazira’s purple eyes filled with tears. Her hand trembled against Selvara’s belly. "Onee-chan... you’re really going to... with a human?"

Selvara smiled softly, even through her embarrassment. "Yes. I love him, Lazira. He makes me happy. He protects me. He... he looks at me like I’m the most important person in the world. And now he’s giving me a child. I want this baby to have both parents. I don’t want them to grow up the way we did — always fighting, always alone."

Lazira’s voice cracked. "But... he’s human. He took you away from me. You were the great general... the pride of our people. Now you’re letting him... in an alley... like some common—"

"I know how it looks," Selvara interrupted gently, squeezing her sister’s hand. "But it’s not like that. This idiot is reckless and shameless and... yes, sometimes he drags me into embarrassing situations. But he also makes me feel safe. Loved. Desired. I never thought I could have this."

Aiden remained quiet for once, standing a respectful distance away with his hands still slightly raised, watching the two sisters with a rare soft expression.

Lazira stared at Selvara’s belly, her fingers twitching. "You’ll... you’ll really be a mother?"

Selvara nodded, her voice warm. "Yes. And you’ll be the aunt. A very important aunt. I want you to be part of this child’s life, Lazira. I want them to know their fierce, protective aunt who loves them."

Lazira’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She pulled her hand back slowly, as if touching Selvara’s belly had burned her.

"...I can’t accept this," she whispered, voice thick with emotion. "Not yet. Not with him. You deserve better than some smug human who fucks you in dirty alleys."

She took a step back, wings twitching.

Selvara reached out. "Lazira—"

"No." Lazira shook her head, biting her lip hard. "I need time. I’m happy for you... but I’m also angry. You were supposed to stay with me. Not... this."

She turned away, shoulders tense, clearly fighting back tears and rage at the same time.

"Lazira, wait—" Selvara called softly.

But Lazira was already walking away, her steps heavy with sadness and lingering anger.

"I’ll... see you later, Onee-chan," she said without turning around, voice cracking. "Just... be safe."

With that, Lazira disappeared into the shadows at the end of the alley, leaving behind only the echo of her footsteps and the heavy silence that followed.

Selvara stared after her sister for a long moment, one hand still resting on her belly. Her expression was a complicated mix of guilt, affection, and lingering embarrassment.

Aiden finally stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"She’ll come around," he murmured gently. "She loves you too much not to."

Selvara leaned back into him with a soft sigh. "I hope so... She’s my little sister. I don’t want her to hate you forever."

Aiden kissed the side of her head. "She doesn’t hate me. She’s just jealous. And protective. Give her time."

Selvara nodded quietly, still watching the spot where Lazira had vanished.

The night market continued its distant murmur beyond the alley, completely unaware of the emotional storm that had just passed through. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

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END OF Chapter : 339 : BASTARD!

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