The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

"Honey, tonight, how about we teach Xiaoyao how to be a good student?"

"Actually, Xiaoyao also really wants to improve."

Since Jiayi has said so, Mengde should listen to her.

Unfortunately, this woman had already provoked him.

How could he possibly care about so much?

The next second, Meng De transformed into a wild beast, burning with lust, and pounced on Jia Yi.
Jiayi's gasp was still on her tongue when she was pushed into the down comforter.

As Mengde bit her slipping suspenders, he heard a soft snapping sound as the silk tore.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, had just bent when her ankles were grabbed. The edges of her lace stockings rolled up to her knees as she struggled, revealing the beautiful scenery of her inner thighs.
—It was burning hot under his palm at that moment.
"Wait a minute. Xiao Yao is still..."

However, her protest was silenced, and the diamond earrings hanging from her hair shimmered with a mesmerizing light.

The silk nightgown had long been pushed up to her waist, and when the clasp of the black bra popped open, it left a light red mark on her snowy back.

Meng De subdued her wildly flailing wrists with one hand and pressed her hands, painted with wine-red nail polish, against the pillow.

When their fingers were intertwined, they accidentally spilled half a bottle of rose essential oil from the bedside table.

Amidst the rich floral fragrance, Jiayi suddenly arched her back, resembling a fish out of water.

When she tilted her head back, her neck formed a fragile curve, and the small mole on her throat rolled up and down with her panting.

The torn black stockings still dangled from her toes, rubbing against the fabric of her trousers as her toes curled up, making an embarrassing rubbing sound.

The worst part was that she suddenly realized her sister was looking at her with wet eyes, and the shame made the veins on the back of her feet bulge.

But Mengde, at that very moment, bit her earlobe and chuckled softly.

"Shouldn't a good older sister set a good example for her studious younger sister?"

Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed her waist and pressed her down hard, shattering Jia Yi's screams.

Diamond earrings traced shimmering silver arcs in the swaying light.

"Hmm~~~~"

"Honey, didn't we say we'd help Xiaoyao?"

Jiayi's protest was cut short, turning into a long sob.

Her neck arched back, revealing a fragile curve, and the small mole on her throat rolled up and down with each swallow, glistening moistly under the light.

Her fingertips, painted with burgundy nail polish, gripped the bedsheet weakly, creating several sensual creases in the silk fabric.

The movement was so sudden that she instinctively bit a stray strand of hair, making her lips appear even more vibrant red against her dark hair.

Mengde held her slender waist.

What a persistent little devil!

The edges of her petals still bore the teeth marks he had left the night before.

Jiayi suddenly curled her toes, the black bodysuit stretching out at the toes to reveal a semi-transparent texture, and the light pink nail polish could be seen shimmering with a pearly luster under the stockings.

Her earrings swayed wildly with her movements, the facets of the diamonds shattering the light and shadow into a shower of silvery specks.

As the sound of her shirt button popping open cut through the air, her wine-red fingernails landed right on his chest.

The heartbeat beneath her fingertips was fast and heavy, making her palms go numb.

Just like her body at this moment, she couldn't control herself.
The worst part was that her stockings were constantly rubbing against Mengde's thighs, making a sound that made people blush.

There were still a few lingering finger marks where the lace stockings were rolled up.

"Now... hmm... I'm thinking of Xiao Yao?"

Mengde chuckled and bit her slipped shoulder strap, his tongue tasting the salty and bitter flavor of rose essential oil mixed with sweat.

Jiayi's beautiful black stockings were still wrapped around his waist, but the torn stockings that were hooked at her toes had long since been thrown away.

Her rounded toes curled and relaxed with his movements. She suddenly caught a glimpse of her sister biting her lip and peeking, and a wave of shame washed over her.

But her body betrayed her will, holding Mengde even tighter, leaving several red marks on his back with her fingernails.

"Wait a minute, it's Xiaoyao who needs help!"

Her voice suddenly rose, and her nail-studded fingers ran through his hair.

But this did not stop Mengde.

Instead, it activated his animalistic instincts.
Jiayi's protest was like a spark, completely igniting the lust in Mengde's eyes.

He grabbed her wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head, her wine-red nails leaving several scratch marks on his arm as she struggled.

The silk sheets were rubbed into messy wrinkles, her tilted neck stretched out in the curve of a dying swan, and the small mole on her throat rolled up and down with each rapid swallow.

"It's too late to stop now."

Meng De's force in biting open the clasp of her bra made Jia Yi gasp, and the black lace fluttered down, brushing against her flushed skin.

As Xiao Yao stumbled backward, she knocked over the essential oil bottle, and the rich rose scent instantly filled the air, reflecting her sister's shapely legs folded up in black stockings.
—At this moment, it was trembling with the frequency of the impact, and the torn stockings hanging on its toes had long since been flung away somewhere.

Jia Yi witnessed this scene, but there was nothing she could do.

"At least... turn off the light."

The rose essential oil bottle on the bedside table was knocked and shook, reflecting the intertwined shadows of the three people.

In her dazed state, Jiayi saw her younger sister's knuckles turning white as she clutched the corner of the lace blanket, her silk nightgown having slipped down to her elbows, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin.

When Mengde deliberately increased the force, she finally cried out and crumpled the sheets, her diamond earrings leaving a silvery afterimage in the midst of the violent movements.

"Turn off the lights? What lights do you mean?"

"Isn't this good? Hehe."

Meng De chuckled and grabbed Jia Yi's wrist as she tried to turn off the light, pressing her nail-painted fingertips against the headboard.

Amid the sound of the essential oil bottle being knocked over, he deliberately leaned down and breathed into her ear.

"Now is the perfect time for Xiaoyao to observe and learn the key points of the lesson."

Jiayi's struggle, filled with shame and indignation, caused the shoulder straps of her nightgown to snap completely, leaving her black lace bra hanging askew on her elbows, leaving light red marks on her fair skin.

Xiao Yao's breathing suddenly became rapid, and as her silk robe slipped off her shoulders, the thin straps of her pale yellow slip dress were revealed underneath.

—It was trembling slightly with her trembling breaths.

Her unconscious licking of her lips made Meng De's eyes light up.

He felt it was time to bring this girl into the fight.

So his free right hand suddenly wrapped around the girl's slender waist.

"No. Xiao Yao, please."

Jiayi's protest was smashed to pieces, and the trajectory of her diamond earrings became increasingly chaotic.

As she saw her sister being pulled closer, she glimpsed the lace trim of her cherry-pink underwear beneath the ripples of water rising from the hem of her sundress.

When Mengde's hand simultaneously brushed against the sides of the two sisters' legs, Jiayi's black-stockinged legs and Xiaoyao's bare feet made distinctly different sounds as they rubbed against the sheets.

"I see it clearly now."

Meng De bit Jia Yi's earlobe and gave her instructions in a hoarse voice.

"This is how a model student tutors their students."

He suddenly grabbed Xiao Yao's wrist and pressed it against her sister's waist. When the girl's cold fingertips touched her sister's slender and soft waist, Jia Yi's whole body convulsed and arched her back.

The essential oil spread across the floor, forming a rose-shaped puddle that reflected three intertwined figures.
(End of this chapter)