Summoned as an SSS-Rank Hero… with My Stepmom and Stepsisters?! Chapter 4: [R-18] Finally Alone… Or Almost

The convoy slowed down, sinking into the thick grass of a clearing bathed in a silvery halo from the moon. The trees around seed to bow, as if to form a protective barrier, and at the center, the soldiers were already setting up camp.

In less than an hour, everything was ready. Tall tents, embroidered with golden threads, lined up with military precision. Inside, one could glimpse soft carpets, cushions stuffed with feathers, and even enchanted lanterns that spread a gentle light. Not a makeshift bivouac: a simple camp, but of a luxury that betrayed our status as "heroes."

A captain approached and bowed:

— "Five tents, one for each of you."

He gestured, and servant girls ca to show us the arrangent. Everything already seed decided, as if we were pieces on a chessboard they could move at will.

I felt the weight of their gazes. Hikari clutched the folds of her cape, Reina nodded with a cold air, Miyu smiled with that mocking look that already annoyed . And Aya, as always, imposed her gentleness on the chaos. She raised her hand, interrupting the captain.

— "No." Her voice snapped in the air, soft but firm.

All the soldiers froze. She added, more calmly:

— "We will sleep together. We are a family. This is not the ti to scatter."

Her tone left little room for discussion. Yet, I took a breath, fists clenched.

— "Not ."

Silence fell imdiately. I felt their eyes on , surprised, almost shocked. I shook my head and repeated, louder:

— "I want my tent. Alone."

Aya slightly frowned, as if I had just broken a fragile balance.

— "Kaito... it’s not safe. We are in another world. It’s better to stay united."

I held her gaze. Her worry was real, but ... I needed to breathe.

— "Exactly. It’s because we’re in another world that I need to breathe. Here, it’s..." I swept my arm across the clearing, the lanterns, the stars shining between the branches. "... the first ti in years I can be alone, without walls, without bars. So let ."

My tone was dry, almost harsh. But I had no other choice. If I stayed glued to them, again and again, I would end up losing my mind.

A long silence followed. The soldiers, embarrassed, looked away. Reina sighed with contempt, Miyu chuckled in her corner, Hikari bit her lower lip. And Aya... she said nothing. She only lowered her head, accepting my decision without approving.

I turned away and entered my tent. The air inside slled of lavender, the carpets muffled my steps. A luxury that almost made uncomfortable. But at least, finally, I was alone.

I sat down heavily, closed my eyes, and let out a breath. Finally... I could breathe.

At nightfall, in the center of the camp a great fire burned. The flas cast amber reflections on faces, danced on the tents’ fabrics, and turned the clearing into a small island of warmth in the middle of the woods.

Steaming dishes circulated: roasted ats with strange spices, fruits shining as if they had drunk the starlight, and an amber ad whose sweet sll already stung my throat. An absurd luxury for "adventurers" supposed to dive tomorrow into the unknown.

I sat on a log, between Hikari and Reina. Miyu crouched further away, legs spread, biting into a skewer of at as if it were a performance. Aya, for her part, sat straight, a bowl in hand, the flas drawing sparks in her brown eyes.

A silence weighed, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the sounds of chewing. Then Hikari finally spoke, in a timid voice:

— "I... I’m scared."

Her hand trembled slightly as she held her cup. She turned her eyes toward the fla.

— "Tomorrow, we enter a dungeon, right? We don’t know what awaits us... And ... even with my blessing... I’m not sure I’ll be able to help."

Her words died out, swallowed by the fire.

Reina calmly set down her bowl and crossed her arms. Her cold gaze cut off the tenderness Hikari’s words had left.

— "Being afraid is useless. The danger is certain. So you must move forward for your own good, for the good of us all."

She planted her steel eyes into those of her half-sister.

— "In this world, we don’t have the luxury of hesitation. Our duty is clear: survive, progress, and kill the Demon King. Everything else is useless."

Hikari lowered her eyes, hurt, but Reina did not flinch.

Of course, Miyu burst out in a small laugh.

— "Oh, co on. Stop playing the frigid general." She tilted her head, an insolent smile on her lips. "I find it exciting."

She ran her tongue over her lips still shiny with grease.

— "More monsters, more fights... that ans more XP. And the faster we level up, the faster our blessings beco... powerful."

She stressed the last word, her eyes drilling into mine with a filthy innuendo. I groaned inwardly. Always her, twisting every sentence.

Aya then intervened, placing a soothing hand on Hikari’s shoulder. Her voice was soft, enveloping, almost maternal... but her gestures, they drew the eyes. Her kimono had slipped open at the chest, revealing a glimpse of lace in the firelight.

— "Calm down. Fear is normal. Excitent too. But as long as we stay together, nothing can break us."

She smiled, and even the soldiers nearby averted their eyes for a mont, as if hypnotized.

I sighed.

— "Alright... I’ll make things clear so everyone understands."

They all turned to . I swallowed a gulp of ad and raised my hand, like a tired high school teacher.

— "Here, the system is simple. At each level, your stats increase. Strength, agility, mana, everything. At level 1, you automatically unlock the skill tied to your blessing, for now we’re lvl 0."

I planted my staff into the ground to catch their attention.

— "Then, at each milestone — 10, 20, 50, 100,... your skill evolves. It gets stronger, sotis even changes form. And each ti..." I tapped my temple. "...a voice will resonate in your head. The ’Voice of the World.’ Notifications, like a damn video ga, that will give you instructions and knowledge."

Miyu burst out laughing, shaking her head.

— "Tss... with a bit of luck, it’ll say: ’Even stronger, even faster... keep going!’"

She bit into the skewer, slid it slowly between her lips, then closed her eyes, letting out a deliberate moan:

— "Aaah... hnngh... yes... like that..."

The flas reflected on her glistening mouth.

— "You are... vile," Reina hissed, icy, clenching her bowl as if she were about to crush it.

Hikari, scarlet, hid her face behind her hands.

— "M-Miyu... stop..."

, I clenched my teeth. Always her. Always flirting with the limit. And each ti, my body reacted against my will.

Aya calmly set down her bowl, breaking the tension. Her gaze slid briefly toward before returning to Miyu, and her soft voice fell like a balm:

— "Enough. Eat. Tomorrow will be long."

But even in her maternal tone, there was that warmth... that discreet sensuality that clung to .

The al went on, but in a lighter mood. Miyu deliberately dropped a fruit on my lap and laughed as she picked it up "by accident," her fingers brushing my crotch too long. Reina ignored it but clenched her jaw. Hikari choked on a sip of ad and I had to pat her back, which made Miyu laugh even more.

And Aya... she looked at in silence, her lips touched by the reflection of the fire. A tender look, but heavy, almost dangerous.

I looked away, biting into a piece of at.

Damn... family dinner is torture, no matter the world.

The al ca to an end. The flas had lowered, crackling more softly, and the air of the clearing had grown heavy with a comfortable warmth. The soldiers had withdrawn to the side, leaving only the five of us around the fire.

Aya broke the silence. She set down her bowl, gently smoothed her kimono, and her gaze passed over each of us, one by one.

— "Tomorrow, we will enter the dungeon." Her voice was calm, grave, but there was that softness that belonged only to her. "Before that... I would like each of you to say what’s on your heart. Your doubts, your desires."

A brief pause. No one dared answer. Then Hikari inhaled, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her cape.

— "I’d like... to heal. To be useful." Her voice trembled. "My blessing is powerful, but... what if I’m not fast enough? What if I watch soone die in front of ?"

Her eyes shone in the firelight. "I... I’m afraid I won’t be enough."

I saw her shrink a little, like a child apologizing for existing.

Reina, of course, didn’t let it pass. She raised her chin, her arms crossed in an almost military pose.

— "Fear is useless." Her tone snapped, sharp. "I rely on training. It’s the only path."

Her steel eyes swept over the fla, then rested briefly on — as if daring to contradict her.

Miyu, crouched, burst out laughing, biting into a fruit as if she were devouring living flesh.

— "Pfff... you’re boring. , I can’t wait." She licked the juice running down her fingers, her eyes shining with excitent. "Every monster is a toy to break. The louder it screams, the more it excites . And the more XP I gain... the stronger I get."

She shot a wink. "And you, Nii-san, you’ll see if you can keep up."

I looked away, exasperated. Always her, mixing violence and sex like it was the sa drug.

Aya spoke again, but this ti with a slight tremor in her voice. Her eyes lingered on longer than on the others.

— "I won’t lie. I’m scared. For , for you... especially for you."

Her fingers brushed the rim of her bowl, slowly, like an involuntary caress. "We’ve been thrown into a war that isn’t ours. And even if I want to be strong... I remain a mother above all. I want to protect you. But if I lose one of you... I’ll never forgive myself."

Silence fell. Her gaze was grave.

I took a long breath, finally raising my voice.

— "Honestly... I’m jaded." I shrugged. "Another suicide mission, more chains. But..." I lifted my eyes toward the tower, where shadows stirred in the wind. "... for the first ti in a long ti, I feel like I can breathe. Maybe this world will break . Or maybe it’s the first real chance I have."

I smiled, bitter.

— "In any case... I don’t plan on dying tomorrow."

The fire crackled. Nobody spoke right away. Faces lted into the shadows, each locked in their own thoughts. Even ... I couldn’t tell if what I felt was fear or excitent.

A little later, the clearing had fallen asleep. The central fire still burned, but it cast only a lazy light, almost smothered by the trees’ shadows. The guards whispered softly, the rustling of their armor mixing with the song of the night insects.

I pushed aside the flap of my tent and entered. Silence enveloped at once. No laughter, no provocations, no burning stares. Only the discreet scent of lavender, the muffled crackle of wood burning outside, and the absurd softness of the carpet beneath my feet.

I sat down heavily, hands on my knees. My whole body relaxed, as if I had just set down an invisible burden.

Finally alone.

I dropped back and sprawled across the cushions, eyes fixed on the fabric ceiling. The glow of the enchanted lanterns spread a gentle, almost unreal light. It should have soothed ... but I still felt my heart pounding, the bitter taste of the al stuck in my throat.

I closed my eyes.

Breathe. For the first ti since... since too long, no one was invading , clutching , testing . No sisters, no overly loving stepmother, no bodies pressed against mine. Just silence.

I let my muscles relax one by one. My thoughts wandered: tomorrow’s dungeon, Hikari’s words, Reina’s cold gaze, Miyu’s provocative laughter, and... Aya’s look, too gentle, too dangerous.

I covered my face with my hand and sighed, half exasperated, half relieved.

— "Damn... finally a little peace."

The wind gently flapped the canvas of the tent.

I was half asleep, my body finally heavy, when a rustling pulled from my torpor.

The flap of the tent opened.

I jolted. A silhouette entered, fluid, like a shadow taking flesh. A woman. Not Aya, not my half-sisters. Another.

She said nothing at first. Her eyes shone in the lantern light, dark, full of certainty. And without waiting, she undid the ties of her tunic.

The fabric slid slowly. Her shoulders revealed themselves, pale, smooth. Then her breasts sprang forth, heavy, firm, topped with hard tips already raised by the night’s chill. Her skin glead faintly, as if oiled. Her hips swayed as she let the rest of her robe fall.

I froze. My mouth dry. My heart pounded so hard it hurt my temples.

— "I... I saw you." Her voice was low, hot. "From the beginning. And I couldn’t resist."

She approached, naked, unashad. Each step made her full thighs tremble, her round buttocks sway softly. She knelt before , her hair brushing my legs.

— "I fell in love with you."

Words too beautiful, too easy. A trap. I knew it. But her perfu was already clouding my head.

I wanted to protest, stamr a refusal. Nothing ca out. My body betrayed .

Her warm hand rested on my thigh. Slow. Steady. Then it moved up, stroking the bulge of my tense pants.

— "See? Your body wants too."

I clenched my fists.

— "Y... you... stop..."

But I didn’t move.

With a sure gesture, she untied the knot of my pants. My cock sprang free, hard, huge, like released from a prison. Her gaze lit up with indecent hunger.

— "Magnificent..." she murmured, her lips parting.

And without waiting, she took it into her mouth.

A guttural moan tore from .

— "Aaah—!"

Her tongue slid along my dick, slow, calculated. Her warm mouth engulfed , sucked in, nearly suffocated . Her saliva already glead, dripping down my shaft to my thighs.

— "Hnnn... slurp... slurp..."

The obscene sounds echoed in the tent. My breathing quickened, my hips moved against my will. I was lost. Completely.

I knew it was manipulation. That this woman was just a pawn sent to test , to seduce because of my rank. But damn... I was a virgin. My loins burned, my legs trembled.

— "Fuck..." I panted, fingers clenched in her hair.

She sped up, playing with her tongue, swallowing deeper. Her throat vibrated around my cock, her eyes lifted toward shone with a sick devotion.

Too good. Too strong. Too real.

The canvas flapped, and Aya appeared in the opening. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed visibly.

— "E-Excuse !" she blurted in a falsely trembling voice, like a girl caught in the act.

The intruder imdiately pulled back, sizing up the scene: , naked to the waist, my shiny cock throbbing in the air, her mouth still wet with saliva. She stamred, dressed hastily, and disappeared into the night.

Silence weighed.

Aya stood still for a mont, the flap of the tent still in her hand. Her shoulders shook as if embarrassed... but when she gently closed the flap, her expression changed. No more blush, no more trembling. Her eyes darkened, her face hardened.

A shiver ran through . She had been acting.

I dressed a little, ashad, my breath still ragged.

— "... Thank you."

My voice was hoarse.

She took two steps toward . Each movent of her kimono seed calculated, too slow, too precise. Her brown eyes locked on mine without blinking.

— "That’s why I wanted you to sleep with us," she said gravely. "This world will never leave you in peace."

I wanted to speak, but she cut off, her breath almost against my face:

— "Free? You’ll never be. Not here. Not with your blessing rank."

Her words hit like a blow. I felt my fists clench.

She tilted her head, her jasmine perfu gripping my throat.

— "You will always have to be on guard. You’re a hero... but also prey. A person everyone covets."

Her eyes went down, then slowly back up, as if weighing every inch of my body, of my still-visible desire.

I swallowed. Unable to bear that gaze mixing worry and authority any longer.

Aya stepped back, her voice taking on a deceptive softness:

— "Co. You’ll sleep with us. It’s the only way to be safe."

She pushed aside the flap and waited, her figure upright, mysterious, between light and shadow.

I stayed frozen for a mont. Then I nodded and followed her, my heart heavy, my loins still burning, unable to tell if she had just saved ... or branded .

Aya didn’t let go. Her hand seized mine with gentle firmness, and without waiting for my reply, she pulled aside the flap of the girls’ large tent.

The warmth struck at once. A sweet perfu, a mix of skin, flowers, and light sweat, saturated the air. The lanterns spread a golden glow caressing the thick cushions scattered on the ground.

— "Co," Aya whispered, her tone leaving no room.

I didn’t even have ti to protest. In two steps, she had guided to the center. And there, my stepsisters were already settled, their bodies relaxed, their clothes far too light for a night of adventurers.

Hikari, wrapped in a blanket, imdiately snuggled against my side, her warm breath tickling my neck. Reina, stiff as a statue, lay down on the other side but deliberately let her arm brush mine, cold and burning at once.

And Miyu... Miyu stretched like a cat, a predatory smile on her lips. Without sha, she placed her huge breasts directly on my head, nearly smothering under their weight.

— "Hmmm... perfect pillow."

I choked, my hands trembling, trapped between their bodies. Aya’s perfu wrapped around from behind, her figure looming, but her heavy breast was already pressing against my shoulder.

The whole tent vibrated with heat. My loins burned, my dry throat refused to swallow.

Impossible to move. Impossible to truly breathe.

My mind scread, desperate, while my cock reacted like a caged beast.

Every nerd dreams of an isekai. Even more of a harem. But why the hell is mine made up of my stepmother... and my half-sisters?!