Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Lin Shaomei
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Lin Shaomei
While Arthin was flustered, Shaomei sat down next to him with her legs crossed.
Due to the scant fabric of her outfit, her plump thighs were fully exposed, and Arthin's gaze immediately locked onto them.
Seeing that, Shaomei barely held back the laughter bubbling up inside her.
Her big brother always pretended to be composed and unflappable around her, but in reality, she knew he couldn't stop staring at her body countless times a day.
Of course, before her past memories resurfaced, she had simply accepted it without any disgust. But now, Shaomei knew this situation was a powerful weapon she could wield to take control.
"So, what kind of reward does my big brother want?"
At those words, Arthin flinched and lifted his gaze upward, pausing briefly at her chest before finally meeting Shaomei's eyes.
It was a situation that made it hard to keep his wits about him, but thanks to the mental fortitude honed by his regressions, he managed to open his mouth without his voice trembling.
"A reward? I thought that was just a joke."
Even as he said that, Shaomei didn't miss the way his throat quivered as he swallowed hard, or how he rubbed his legs together to hide the obvious bulge straining against his pants, far larger than usual.
He always showed his lust for her so openly with his entire body, yet he acted like he was different from other men and tried not to show it, which was why things had never progressed this far.
But Shaomei now had a different mindset than before.
"Your body is being so honest, but you really thought it was a joke?"
When Shaomei reached out and lightly poked the swollen bulge with her finger, Arthin's body shuddered in surprise.
As he looked at her in disbelief at the situation, she instead rubbed it with her palm, egging him on even more.
"Eek, wait. Shaomei... hold on..!"
His voice trembled desperately as he called her name, and a twisted sense of satisfaction began to surge within Shaomei.
Arthin's hand grabbed her wrist as if to pull her away, but after giving his all in the duel, his grip was weak.
Of course, even if he'd tried with full strength, there's no way he could have shaken off Shaomei's hand, given their vast difference in physical prowess.
"Don't push yourself too hard, big brother. You're not feeling well right now, are you?"
Before he could say more, Shaomei pulled Arthin's head into her cleavage, embracing him.
Overwhelmed by the full, firm mass that was both voluptuous and bouncy, Arthin, who had been mumbling something, soon surrendered completely to her breasts.
'What is this? Is it even allowed for something this soft to exist in the world?'
Having lived as a virgin through four regressions, Arthin's resistance to women was practically zero. He couldn't help but be astonished by the sensation of breasts he was finally experiencing properly.
If Senia's breasts, which he'd felt not long ago, were the pinnacle of softness with their overwhelming size and ecstatic plushness, then Shaomei's were the epitome of elastic, explosive busts—maintaining a beautiful shape despite their mass that rivaled Senia's.
This situation, where he could enjoy such breasts without any interruptions, was utterly unfamiliar to Arthin, but it was also pure bliss.
'I've been alive all this time without knowing how great this is? Was I really that much of an idiot?'
Arthin felt pathetic about his past self, who had been content just with women interlocking their fingers or linking arms.
And satisfied with his reaction, Shaomei whispered softly into his ear like driving in the final nail.
"You're not going to settle for just this much, are you, big brother?"
Shaomei had no intention of letting this moment pass, with no bitches or other obstacles in the way.
With a soft rustle, the tie of her cheongsam came undone, revealing Shaomei's naked body.
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I simply couldn't get a hold of myself.
My vision filled with those beautiful breasts, the sweet, intoxicating scent assaulting my nose.
And above all, the gentle hand stroking my manhood through my pants.
"If not now, there might not be another chance?"
Shaomei's seductive whisper urging on my hesitation.
Everything was goading me. The desire inside screamed for me to pounce on Shaomei right then and there.
If I gave in to this lust and impulse, burying my face in the breasts right in front of me, what would happen afterward?
I'd probably have insane sex. Maybe that would be the only pleasure I could enjoy in this shitty world.
Either way, even if things went south, I could just regress. I alone would remember the pleasure—a consequence-free indulgence I could savor endlessly.
Once my thoughts reached that point, I slowly extended my hand.
"Sorry, Shaomei. I'm really sorry."
And with that outstretched hand, I had to push her away.
At my choice, Shaomei stared at me with a dazed expression, the enchanting smile from moments ago gone, as if in shock.
"...Why, big brother? Why?"
"You're my precious little sister. I don't want to lose you like that. So... sorry."
Honestly, I didn't see her as just a sister.
To be even more honest, back in the first round, I'd fantasized about Shaomei to relieve my urges.
But whether living as human Yang Hee-min or as Arthin Ludwig, I'd never had family.
An orphan to the core, the whole world had been strangers to me. Over nearly twenty years of regressions, Shaomei had accepted me as family, as a friend.
I'd even wondered if it might be love, but in the end, cowardly me wanted more to keep from losing someone close.
Even if she forgot after a future regression, if I only embraced her as an object of lust, I'd end up despising myself.
"...Hic, sob.."
That's when sobbing started coming from across from me—Shaomei's.
"Sha, Shaomei?"
When I turned my head, she was crying. The mature, composed demeanor she'd shown me just before was completely gone.
"Why won't I do, big brother? Those damn bitches get to, but why not me?"
"What are you talking about? Bitches?"
"Don't play dumb! I know everything! That idiot princess from the kingdom! That back-alley whore! I remember you messing around with them!"
What the hell? Princess? Agnes? Back-alley whore? No way, Lucy?
"You even almost dated Violet sis! Why! Why can't it be me?!"
I couldn't hide my bewilderment at Shaomei's outburst, full of resentment.
I'd dated Agnes in the 4th round, and Lucy from the city of night in the 2nd.
Either way, things Shaomei now shouldn't know about.
Once my thoughts reached there, an impossible but worst-case possibility dawned on me.
"No way... you have memories from before the regression too?"
"Yes! I remember everything! All the things with you, big brother!"
Her tearful, fury-filled response made fragments of things that had felt off in this round flash through my mind like a panorama.
The many cracks in this round, the pieces of the puzzle coming together into a shape.
"Oh... fuck..."
I had a gut feeling that something had gone terribly wrong.
**
A little time passed, and Shaomei's flood of tears turned into intermittent sniffles.
I handed her some tissues as she wrapped herself in the blanket instead of her fallen clothes.
"Here, blow your nose."
"You think I'm still a kid? I remember dying too, you know."
She snatched the tissues with a grumpy huff and wiped her tears, looking just like the Shaomei I knew.
The mature seductress from before was gone; seeing her usual slightly childish self put me a bit at ease.
The adult, brain-melting Shaomei had felt like someone else entirely. Especially that gruff "big brother" talk that wasn't her style.
"...So, you remember everything. Up to where?"
I needed to start with the most important part. She definitely remembered at least up to the 2nd round.
"From when you holed up in the family estate, until the Demon King's army won and you were eating snakes in underground tunnels."
Snakes? That was from the 1st round.
Basically, she knew most of what I remembered.
"You got caught peeking at me bathing back then, got chewed out, and now you say I'm like a sister and reject me..."
"No, that's not rejection, it's something else, okay?"
She dragged up a black history I'd buried deep, and I wanted to clamp my mouth shut right then.
But I had no face to show her. She'd planned it all knowing her memories were intact.
"When did you find out? Did you remember in previous rounds too?"
"...I don't know what 'rounds' are, but no. It started coming back when I ran into you at the hospital."
The hospital—that was around the start of this round.
For over three weeks after, we'd trained together, and I'd pretended not to notice... I'd been completely fooled.
"So why hide it? You could've told me sooner."
"..."
At that, Shaomei glared at me for some reason. Well, thinking back to her confession, I could guess why.
"I held back four times. Every time I saw you die, I realized my feelings too late and regretted it."
I had no reply to that.
Come to think of it, I'd died every round, and from the perspective of those around me, wouldn't they be sad?
"This time, just this time, I wanted to be by your side. Is that wrong? Is it?!"
Seeing her start to tear up and demand answers again shamed me.
I'd thought I was rejecting her to avoid toying with her, but I hadn't even considered what drove her seduction.
I'd hurt her—the Shaomei desperately trying to seem mature and womanly, not sisterly—all because I didn't want to hurt her.
Unlike my carelessness, Shaomei had been genuinely thinking of me.
'Damn it, I fucked up again.'
It wasn't a decision I could make on my own whim.
For Shaomei's sake too, I needed to think deeply about our relationship.
I reached out and took her hand; her slightly swollen eyes met mine silently.
"Shaomei, I didn't know you were thinking that seriously. My fault."
"...Big brother?"
"Give me some time to think. If I can accept it, then... this round, I'll work for your sake."
Looking her straight in the eyes with sincerity, Shaomei pondered for a moment.
Just as she seemed to resolve something and open her mouth—
Bang bang bang—
A knock echoed through the room from my door.
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"Arthin, Arthin Ludwig. You in there?"
The two people inside, holding their breath, quickly realized the voice belonged to Violet.
Why was Violet here? As Arthin wondered, it didn't take Shaomei long to grasp her intent.
"That's weird. I heard you came straight to your room... I have something I really need to say."
Violet's mutter drove the nail into Shaomei's realization. She must have figured out the memories too.
"Guess I'll ask the dorm supervisor."
As the sound of Violet heading down the stairs faded, Arthin finally exhaled the breath he'd held even longer than necessary.
If Violet saw naked Shaomei in his room, that lukewarm attitude toward him might turn to outright disgust.
"Phew, looks like Violet's gone. Wonder what she wanted?"
As Arthin turned from the door to look at Shaomei, his arms were suddenly yanked, slamming him onto the bed.
Before him was Shaomei, breathing heavily with an urgent expression far from her earlier composure, glaring at him with fiery eyes.
"Sha, Shaomei?"
"Violet sis is clearly after you too. If I wait, you'll get stolen again...!"
"Ca, calm down, Shaomei! Let go!"
Arthin tried to stop Shaomei, who seemed to have flipped some strange switch, but he could only feel his body's pathetic weakness again.
"At this point, if you get me pregnant, you'll take responsibility, right, big brother?"
"Shaomei! Your eyes are weird! Wait!"
Arthin shouted desperately at her entranced gaze.
But with his mouth smothered by her ample breasts, he couldn't even make a sound anymore.
"Just give me your body obediently, big brother? It won't take long."
Arthin was certain: at this rate, Shaomei was going to rape him.