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The next day when Lucia came to wake Daphne up, she found her mistress was being lazy again.
Luckily, today happened to be Daphne's day off. Lucia couldn't bear to interrupt Daphne's beauty sleep, so she quietly retreated to the hall and let her continue sleeping.
Just before midnight, Louis happened to ask about Miss Daphne and was surprised to hear that she still hadn't woken up at this hour. He asked, "What happened to Miss Daphne yesterday? It's already midnight, and it seems like she has never slept in this late before."
Lucia shook her head at him, looking equally puzzled. "Miss went to bed very early yesterday and didn't take a book with her."
Louis thought for a moment and decided to go back and tell Miller first.
Miller just finished his work and is now sitting at his desk, opening a dark wooden box and taking out a newly ordered single-sided Golden wire glasses, slowly wiping them with a handkerchief.
On the bottom shelf of the bookcase behind him, there is a row of such styled wooden boxes, all containing various glasses. Although this one is small and delicate, it does not yet have the qualifications to be placed on the back shelf.
Louis knocked on the door and said, "Master, Miss Daphne still hasn't gotten up."
Miller put his glasses back in the case, looked at the position of the clock's hands, and said in a puzzled tone, "Has Flora still not gotten up?"
Louis nodded, "Yes, Miss went to bed very early yesterday and didn't bring any books with her."
"I see."
Miller got up and left the study, walking into the next room.
In the bedroom, Daphne was lying on the bed as usual, with disheveled hair, her chest gently rising and falling as she slept deeply.
Miller walked lightly to her bedside, looked for a while, and then mercilessly pulled back her sister's blanket.
"Hey, Little lazy pig, aren't you getting up yet?"
He reached out his right hand and lightly pinched Daphne's face with his index and middle fingers. Daphne only made a soft sound and showed no sign of waking up.
"Sleeping so soundly?"
Miller's gaze moved and then settled on a delicately handcrafted small mirror on the bed. Daphne was sleeping on her left side, and on her left hand side, the small mirror lay quietly on the bedsheet.
Miller picked it up, took a few glances, and confirmed that it was indeed just a very ordinary mirror.
Daphne What did you use it for last night?
Miller Too lazy to think about it, unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, knelt on Daphne's bed with his right leg, turned his sister over to lie flat, and then propped his elbows on both sides of her.
"Flora——"
He leaned in to Daphne's ear, slowly grinding her earlobe with his teeth, then slowly moved to her cheek, kissing and sucking for a while, and then gently nibbling her soft cheek with sharp fangs.
However, no matter how hard he tried, Daphne only furrowed her brows lightly, showing no other reaction. She didn't even bother to move her fingers, looking as if she was disturbed but still unwilling to wake up.
Miller lifted his head, staring at her face for a while. Slowly, he unfastened the top three buttons of Daphne's nightgown with his right hand, then buried his head to pull open her collar and lightly nibbled on her collarbone, leaving a series of wet marks.
The strange feeling in her chest finally prompted Daphne to react. She raised her arm and lightly pushed Miller's head, making a sound of grievance in her mouth.
Miller responded, undoing his belt and supporting his half-hard, sturdy member, gently thrusting it between his sister's legs.
Daphne's body quickly responded as he wanted, becoming gradually wet and slippery. With a sudden forceful thrust, his tip entered, causing her to gasp for breath.
Daphne was stimulated and opened her eyes to see Miller panting on top of her. His eyes were still a little red, partly from lack of sleep.
"Brother...?!"
Miller held her waist with his left hand, fully inserted, squinting greedily as he thrust. With his other hand, he picked up the mirror, threw it away, and asked Daphne: "What is this, Flora? Did you take a picture of the entire day with the mirror yesterday?"
"Um... um." Daphne was feeling dizzy from being penetrated, moaning with each thrust, not knowing if she was responding.
Miller supported her ample breasts with his hands, sucking and lightly biting her tender pink nipples, while his other hand's fingers teased and kneaded the other nipple, satisfied to hear his sister's increasingly excited cries.
Daphne suddenly felt her vision darken, and she hugged his head, wanting to push it down, but then she remembered something and made Miller release her, then she hugged him and kissed his lips.
Miller's breathing became rapid and heavy, while Daphne's eyelashes trembled as she tried to control her heartbeat, using her tongue to tentatively find the position of her brother's fangs.
However, before she could even touch his teeth, she had already been pulled deeper by his tongue, forced to endure his storm.
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