All Her Fault

Alliana, who stopped midway in wiping her tears, stared at her sister.

What did you say?

Arian proudly repeated. "I am still a virgin."

Alliana was speechless.

….She should be happy, but somehow, why did it sound so sad when Ariana, who was already at the age twenty-four, said it so proudly?

Alliana dried the unshed tears. Her face instantly calmed down.

"Is that so… It's all good that you did not lose your virginity. However..." Her voice trailed off.

She reached out and squeezed Ariana's ears. "How could you spend a night with a flower boy without doing anything?"

"Huh?" Ariana blinked. "So what is it really? Do you want something to happen or not?"

"Of course, I don't want anything to happen to you." It was just a waste, Alliana secretly thought. "By the way, is the flower boy pretty? Delicate? Or handsome with a masculine body?"

"...."

Ariana recalled that fair man who was tied in toy chains. His handsome face was red as he moaned in pleasure. His peach blossom eyes would then look at her in both anger and shame.

Ariana turned red when she thought of yesterday's play. She coughed embarrassedly.

Overall, he was beautiful and fair.

"He is pretty delicate. He has a beautiful face and fair skin. And his body is well-toned, lean but not overly muscular."

"Oh, I see. He is not my type then. I prefer men who are manly and handsome."

Like that man who visited the mansion yesterday.

But then Alliana halted.

"Hold on, how did you know if he had muscles or not? Did you see him without clothes on?!" Alliana glared at her sister.

Ariana avoided her glaring eyes.

"Um, well, I saw it." Everything.

!!!

"You..." Alliana pointed a trembling finger at Ariana.

"And touched it." Alliana held her face shyly.

"!!!!"

"And even played with it." There was pride in her voice.

"!!!!??" Haaaaa?!?!

Alliana looked at her sister dumbfoundedly.

"Tell me honestly Ariana, what have you been doing?"

...

It all stemmed from Ariana's passion for writing, and her dedication to her beloved occupation.

According to Ariana, her readers started to complain a long while ago that her smut scenes were not good enough to stimulate them.

Ariana took her readers' constructive reviews by heart. However, even though she watched porn and read smut stories, she still could not improve in this area. It seemed like she reached a bottleneck. She could not go any further.

When Ariana was seeking advice from the people around her, she received an answer unexpectedly from someone closest to her.

On one afternoon, after she told her problem to her elder sister, Alliana casually said, "It is natural that you are lacking in that area. After all, you are still a virgin. I still cannot understand how a virgin like you is able to write smut scenes without any experience. If you have experience, then you have more to tell rather than depending on those books, right?"

Eureka!

Ariana found logic in Alliana's answer.

Right, it was because she was lacking in experience.

So what she needed was to get experience.

...

Back in the balcony, Ariana clasped her hand to her chest demurely. She looked at Alliana with gratefulness.

"I followed sister's advice and rented a flower boy from a famous app. I did some stimulating play with him," Ariana said shyly.

Her eyes then turned bright, as if there was a blazing fire inside them. "And like what sister said, after I played with him, my mind was suddenly filled with many smut scenes, even smokier and hotter than before. I gained many inspirations! It was already morning when I found myself writing ten smut scenes in that mansion."

Alliana: "..."

She was lost for words.

She remembered that time when Ariana was seeking advice from her. She just answered casually like always. After all, even though she answered like that, there was no way that her sister who never had a boyfriend since birth would suddenly enter a relationship with a man, would she?

Alas, she never thought that her second sister would really take her advice seriously!

"I-it's… it is my fault. Fuck." Alliana muttered as she trembled from the cold.

She was finally feeling how cold the night was.

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