Chapter 391: High Times (1/2)

Berengar laid against a sofa in his penthouse dressed in only his underwear; the thinly spun hemp fibers that took the form of a pair of boxer briefs left little to the imagination. He was currently sitting atop a cushion, smoking a mixture of hashish and herbal shisha out of his finely crafted hookah.

Sitting across from him was none other than his little sister Henrietta, who had no top on aside from her bra; below the belt, she still wore a skirt, albeit a relatively short one, knee-high socks, and a pair of white lace panties which matched her upper garment.

On her pretty face was an expression that was a mix of embarrassment and intoxication. As Berengar gazed upon his little sister's inappropriate appearance, a brief moment of clarity entered his otherwise stoned mind; immediately, he looked around to see what was going on, as he did not remember how he had entered this strange situation.

From what he could observe, alcohol, drugs, and a deck of cards were involved. For whatever reason, his kingly attire was strewn across the floor in a mixture of whatever garments Henrietta was wearing before taking them off.  His gaze immediately returned to the hazy azure eyes of his little sister, where he asked the question on his mind.

”Wait a second... What exactly are we doing right now?”

Henrietta immediately began to hiccup as a brief sense of clarity returned to her azure eyes. However, it was snuffed out in the next moment as she took a sip from the beer in front of her. As she re-entered her fugue-like state, she began to chuckle before informing Berengar just what exactly they had gotten up to while under the influence of drugs and alcohol.

”Duh! We're playing poker, remember? Now, are you going to play your hand or not?”

Berengar nodded his head in silence as he fumbled around with his cards. As he did so, he instinctively took another hit from the hookah; after all, it was not as if more hash would harm his cognitive abilities any further, right?

After inhaling the substance and spewing out a puff of smoke that was briefly contained within his lungs, it suddenly hit him. There was a reason he was sitting here playing strip poker with Henrietta instead of his girls, and it was pretty obvious when he thought about it.

However, the moment those thoughts crossed his mind, another question presented itself sidetracking him from the main point. Why exactly was he playing strip poker with his little sister? Wouldn't regular poker have sufficed? As he worked his brain around why exactly this was happening, he instinctively showed his hand with a smug smile on his face.

”Four of a Kind!”

The moment Henrietta heard this, she began to pout before placing her cards down upon the table; it was a three of a kind, which meant Berengar had won this round. Now that they had finished that, Berengar instantly began to take a sip from his beer and try to get back to his train of thought.

However, what came next surprised Berengar as Henrietta slowly removed one of her knee-high socks before throwing it at his head, where it landed perfectly. After she had done so, she crossed her arms and pouted. This scene immediately reminded Berengar of his initial train of thought. As such, he finally managed to ask the question on his mind.

”Henrietta, my dear sister, can you explain to me why we're playing strip poker?”

Henrietta's expression immediately changed as she began to ask for clarification on what Berengar had said.

”Strip Poker? What's that? I thought this was how you played poker?'

Berengar was immediately enraged when he heard this; he could not possibly fathom where she had gotten such an outrageous idea; as such, he immediately began to inquire about the bastard who was tainting his precious little sister's pure mind.

”What kind of sick pervert told you that!?!”

A dumbfounded expression etched itself across the girl's face as she stared at her older brother in disbelief; it took her a few moments, but eventually, her bewildered expression shifted to one of embarrassment and finally white-hot rage. Afterward, she informed Berengar of just who the sick pervert was who taught her how to play strip poker.

”You did!!! I knew this was not normal! Stupid brother!”