I Seriously Don't Know What She's Thinking (2)
I chased after my sister as she fled once more, measuring the distance to the city with Spatial Perception. Damn it. Two more jumps and she'd be inside the city proper, and once she was, Shadow Jump—slipping from shadow to shadow—would let her move every bit as freely as my Space Leaping. Catching her after that would only get harder. I had one chance left.
I drove Mana Mode - Acceleration to its limit and waited for her to use Shadow Jump. She glanced back at me, and the look on her face said she'd already figured out exactly what I was waiting for.
They say a genius is usually a genius in only one field—Franc, whose gift lies in the art of weapons and combat, is the ordinary kind—but my sister somehow had no weak point at all. Studies, work, a fight: there was nothing she couldn't do. Right now, no question, she was calculating at least twenty moves ahead of whatever was about to unfold.
Even so, she had exactly two options. Run the ordinary way and get caught by me, or use Shadow Jump and get caught by me.
BOOM!!
In the slowed crawl of time, I smashed through one more tree blocking my path—and in that instant my sister made up her mind and unleashed Shadow Jump. I threw every scrap of Spatial Perception into guessing where she would reappear.
And I had the spot!
I drove strength into both legs and kicked off the earth, my body shooting forward like a shell. I reached the place she would appear and planted both feet deep, bleeding off the kinetic energy—and in that instant she materialized right in front of me. I simply reached out and yanked her into my arms from behind.
"Got you!"
"Eek?!"
I came to a stop with her clutched to my chest, my back plowing a furrow a dozen meters long through the dirt. Her waist locked tight in my arms, she kicked those deer-like legs in their coffee-colored stockings and hammered at my arms, my body, my head with both hands as she shouted.
"Let go! I said let go!"
"If I let go you'll just run again! What the hell are you trying to do?! You won't say a word—you just bolt!"
She shook her head wildly, drove an elbow into my stomach, and stamped at my shins and the tops of my feet. I hoisted my struggling sister up and gave her a hard shake, and she screamed.
"Kyaaa~!"
"S-shouldn't we report that?"
"Swinging a woman around like that—he's scum!"
"They both look like ability users. Let's report it to the Ability User Association for now."
...When had we gotten this close to the road? People out walking, or jogging for exercise, were staring at me with my arms around my sister's waist, murmuring among themselves and pulling out their phones.
One brave citizen among them stepped forward and addressed me carefully.
"E-excuse me, ability user. The lady doesn't want this, does she? Commit a crime and the Special Operations Division of the Ability User Association may well come for you. So please, calm down..."
At the word criminal I scowled, and the man who'd stepped up so bravely flinched and backed away. My sister seemed to realize how strange the situation looked, too. Her face was full of discontent, pouty, and she was glaring at nothing but me.
"It's not a crime. She's my older sister. She wronged me, ran off, and got caught. Look. That's not someone fighting because she's being attacked, is it?"
"Ah... r-right. I suppose I stuck my nose in where it didn't belong. I'm sorry."
I told the politely apologizing man it was fine, then used Space Leaping again, back to the clearing on the hill behind the house where we'd first moved. I let go of her waist. Instead I gripped her hand tight, so she couldn't run. I had no desire for another chase.
"What even is this. Now I'm getting treated like some pervert criminal."
I grumbled with her hand still caught in mine, and once she was free of my arms she sank down like the heroine of some tragic romance and hung her head.
A look at her face through Spatial Perception showed her right on the verge—tears ready to spill any second.
"...Why are you crying. What did I even do."
"Let go..."
"I'm not letting go until you tell me why."
At that she jerked her head up and shrieked.
"How am I supposed to say that, you idiot! I won't tell you if it kills me! So let go already!"
She glared at me with eyes brimming over and shook the arm I held this way and that, but I had no intention of letting go over something this small.
"What is this even about? If you don't want to tell me, mind if I ask Mom?"
"Ah—no!"
The mention of asking Mom startled her badly, and she grabbed my arm with the hand I wasn't holding. It was exactly the motion of someone trying to stop me from going to Mom and asking.
Haa. This was seriously frustrating.
She'd been looking up at me with that tearful face, and she must have read the frustration in my expression; her gaze dropped, and she started staring at the ground. Only then did the state of her really register. After that brief chase, the crisp women's suit that had been white and gleaming was a mess of leaf scraps and dirt, and the coffee-colored stockings had even started to run. Her long, pretty hair, so carefully brushed, was tangled, and she looked pitiful—like she'd been dragged through hell somewhere.
...I should take her home and get her cleaned up first.
I scooped her up in a princess carry. She startled and went rigid, but I ignored it and Space Leaped home. I arrived on the terrace, set her down, pulled off her pumps, and pushed her inside. Then, so she wouldn't bolt, I threw one line at her back.
"Run, and I'm going straight to Mom to ask."
"..."
She must have been about to run. The moment I finished speaking, she flinched.
A real sigh was coming on.
"Which is why Seoha would like something more revealing better than an outfit that covers every inch like this... Oh my?"
"Lady Siha? What happened to you?"
Franc, catching sight of my sister trudging weakly into the living room, hurried over and took her hand. Dirt was caked all over her—especially her backside and her legs—and Franc looked utterly at a loss, glancing from me to my sister and back again.
"We had a chase out on the back hill. That's why. Franc, take her and get her washed up."
"Yes. Lady Siha, this way, please."
"..."
Franc watched my sister's strengthless steps with worry, then turned to Choi Soohan, who stood off to one side of the living room.
"Miss Soohan? Please fetch a change of clothes for Lady Siha."
"Understood."
"Siha, did something happen? Did Seoha bully you?"
I did not bully her!
I watched my sister, who had only shaken her head in silence, disappear into the bathroom with Franc. Then I felt Yeongeun's gaze and turned. There seemed to be a note of reproach in the way she was steadily watching me. Did she think I'd bullied my sister, too?
A little angry, I raised my eyebrows and shouted.
"I didn't bully her!"
"Who said you did?"
...Tch. Grumbling, I came over and dropped onto the sofa, and Yeongeun sat down beside me, turning on me a look brimming with curiosity, questions, interest, and amusement. I watched Choi Soohan head for the bathroom with a change of clothes for my sister, then shrugged.
"Nothing happened. She was hiding something from me, so I asked what she was hiding. That's all."
"My, my."
Yeongeun gave me a meaningful look, then shrugged the way I had, crossed her arms, crossed her legs, and bounced one foot with an expression I couldn't read.
Wait. Did this count as bullying? ...She'd been on the verge of tears, so maybe calling it bullying wasn't entirely wrong...
Anger welled up all at once. No—what did I do that was so wrong? I hadn't changed at all. She was the one putting on the whole one-woman show, running off, getting mad by herself, and crying by herself!
And Yeongeun was no better. She knew why my sister was acting like that, wouldn't tell me, and sat there looking perfectly pleased with herself!
Feeling my victim complex detonate, I shut my mouth and swept a glance around the living room. Miho, who'd been asleep until just a little while ago, was nowhere to be seen—maybe she'd gone down to the street-level shops with Hiarid. Hwayeon hadn't arrived yet either, and Soohan and Franc were helping my sister bathe...
The sight of Yeongeun so leisurely and unbothered stoked my anger a little further, and I lunged and pinned her flat.
"Ah?!"
I sat astride her lower belly, mauling those full breasts out of shape, and growled.
"So you know something too, don't you, Yeongeun? Right? Everyone knows except me, yeah?"
"Aing. Our Seoha, who can't even catch on to that, is such a dummy. Ah~ anyway, should we amend the constitution? I wonder if this will even pass."
"What?! Why am I a dummy!"
"When everyone else knows and you're the only one who doesn't, that's a dummy, dear."
Kuh! Nothing stopping that pretty mouth, and listen to her talk!
The way she smiled with her eyes, bright and overflowing with sex appeal, felt exactly like she was treating me as a child, and rage shot up. I yanked the thin T-shirt she was wearing open with brute force. Buttons spat off in every direction, and the D-cups cradled in a pink bra spilled free with a heavy sway.
Jiggle?!
Darky seemed to flinch at something, but anger was ahead of that. I stripped the bra off too and worked those lush breasts however I pleased, and a sweet voice began to spill from Yeongeun's cherry lips.
"A-aing. Seohaa. Your hands are too rough~."
"...Spill it. Now!"
"Ahhk. Th-that sort of thing, you have to hear it straight from the person herself... Haaang!"
"Still won't talk, even like this?"
"Haak!"
My mouth worried at her earlobe while my left hand caught a nipple and twisted it hard. My right slipped into her thin shorts, palm gliding over a mound bare of even a single hair, and my fingers pushed into the valley to roughly crush the little pebble there.
"Haaht. Aht! Uhk, ang!"
From my shoulder, Darky watched her bite down on her index finger and choke her moans back by force, then started making strange noises. Wobble? Brrrng? Why was a slime taking an interest in this?
"Hk!"
I felt her slick gush and soak my fingers, parted the thoroughly wet flesh to either side, and lightly scraped the mouth of her urethra. The smooth line of her abs began to ripple.
"Hahk. Haak."
"You're really not going to tell me?"
"I can't tell you... nngh!"
Flushed crimson, Yeongeun made her refusal plain.
I drove my right hand deeper into her shorts and covered her sex with my palm. Index and middle fingers shoved into the soaked hollow, set against the plump rise of her G-spot, and shook roughly—and a wet, obscene sound rose as her pussy folded in on itself. At that violent working of my hand she let out a nasal cry like her breath was failing and twisted at the waist.
"Hwaaaang! Aang! Nnghp!"
Her waist bucked. Both hands flailed at the air, then caught around my neck. About to crest? Heh. I wasn't about to just let her.
Drawing on plenty of experience, I stopped my hand dead in the instant before she climaxed. Yeongeun's eyes flew wide, and she started coaxing me in a desperate voice.
"Aaah, no. Just a little more and I'm going to come! Nnnngh! Seohaa. Ahhnnn...!"
"Tell me, and I'll let you feel a sharp, thrilling orgasm. I'll even draw out a little TP, special for you, so for one brief moment you'll feel pleasure intense enough that your lower half might drop clean off. So tell me why my sister's acting like that."
Pleasure held hostage, I coaxed her. Yeongeun, who had been begging for love with that desperate face, put on a look of tremendous deliberation. For a moment she agonized at a truly life-or-death pitch, and in the end she heaved a great sigh and shook her head.
"Aigoo..."
She clenched once, hard, around the fingers inside her, then turned her thoroughly heated face and, as if it were the greatest shame, gave my mouth a light kiss.
"I'm reeeally sorry, but that just won't do. I'm disappointed enough to cry...... Hyahaaang?!"
Well. If she still couldn't talk even after all this, there was nothing to be done.
The moment I gave up, I set my nails and stabbed the whole bumpy rise of her G-spot, pinched and twisted the nipple between my fingers, and sucked hard on her lips.
"?!"
A wet slurp.
"~~!!"
At the same time I drew a thread of TP out to the fingertips assaulting her G-spot, then stabbed the spot once more, hard. Yeongeun's waist lifted into the air as if it might snap, held up on nothing but the nape of her neck and her heels. Her inner walls and her thighs clamped my hand hard enough to crush it.
She held that bridge for a while. Then her thighs loosened, she collapsed in a heap, and with her legs spread in a sloppy sprawl she trembled.
"Haahk, hahuuu..."
"Not disappointed anymore, are you?"
"Aaang..."
I pulled free the fingers soaked through with her slick and set them in her mouth, and she sucked and licked them with little smacking sounds. Once they'd been cleaned, I lowered my hand again and toyed with her clit, sprung stiff and hard.
"Nnght! S-Seohaa. Are you trying to kill meee...? Haak!"
A rough pass of Spatial Perception over the bathroom showed Franc at my sister's side, helping the wilted girl wash.
Tsk. So I really had no choice but to hear it from my sister herself? Go through Mom, and I had a feeling she might never speak to me again for the rest of her life... Nothing for it, then. But getting the story out of her in that state looked difficult. How was I supposed to hear it from her own mouth?
Yeongeun, driven to another climax by that little bean and trembling all over, was saying something or other. I shut my ears on purpose and ignored her. I was sulking. She wouldn't tell me!
Then Darky, who'd been wobbling on my shoulder all this time, seemed to reach some decision and—pyong—leapt down onto Yeongeun's chest.
Wobble, wobble.
For a moment he bobbed up and down on her full breasts, then swayed his body left and right, trying to get something across to me.
"You can wobble that body all you like. I still can't understand you."
Wobble... Wobble?
Darky drew part of himself out into a tentacle as thin as Franc's finger, pointed it at the nipple I was fiddling with, and shaped a question mark.
"...What is wrong with him?"
Yeongeun, brought to short peaks over and over by the attention on her clit, panted and looked at Darky with puzzled eyes.
"I don't know either. Huh? You're asking why I'm touching Yeongeun's breasts?"
Pyorong!
He had it right—the tentacle bent itself into a circle. So he'd been curious what Yeongeun and I were doing.
"It's a kind of reproductive act. The opening skirmish, for making offspring with a female you've exchanged hearts with. Touch this, and I feel good. So does this female."
"Ah, female... haaht!"
At that belittling word, female, the masochistic little female Yeongeun climaxed yet again.
Watching that, I deliberately opened my hand and seized her breast. Soft flesh pushed slightly through my fingers, and a pleasant sensation wrapped my whole palm.
Yeah. This feeling was the original.
Darky, perched on the breast of Yeongeun as she shivered through the afterglow, hesitated, then drew several tentacles from his body and poked here and there at that masterpiece of a bosom.
"Wh-what is this child doing?"
I was curious what the sudden behavior meant, but Yeongeun clearly wasn't thrilled about it. She pushed him off and sat up.
"Huaah. Ahhng, it's all tingly down there... Ahem! I-I should wash up a little. Want to wash with me, Seoha?"
"Planning to jump me while we wash, aren't you? I'll do it later."
"Hmph. Fine."
She grumbled, a little disappointed, then pulled her shirt down over her thoroughly soaked crotch and went into the shower attached to the small room.
Cover the front, though, and the back tells on you.
I was admiring the view from behind—those luscious hips swallowing her shorts—when Darky, who'd been rolling around on the living room floor, came bouncing over. He stuck himself to my palm, drew out several short tentacles, and tugged at my hand, poke, poke.
"What? You want me to touch you?"
Another circle, made of tentacle. If he wanted to be touched, it wasn't as if I couldn't... I picked him up and started squishing that soft body... and then...
What was this? The texture was changing? This was like...
"This feels like Yeongeun's breasts!"
Wobble!
"You copied the feel of Yeongeun's breasts?"
Wobble!!
"Whoa. Impressive. I didn't know you could pull off something like this. ...So? What do you want me to do about it."
Wobble...
My mood was already sour from my sister's attitude and from Yeongeun refusing to share her so-called secret, and I'd spoken curtly. His liquid body drooped. For an instant an erotic manga called The Daily Life of a Slime Girl flashed through my head, but I shoved the thought away hard.
I already had three ladies around me pretty enough to roll your eyes back in your head. Why would I do that with some slime? And the heroine of that manga was at least a slime in the shape of a pretty girl. This guy, if I was being generous, was like the slimes out of Dragon Quest. ...A little more shapeless than those, with no eyes, no mouth, and a translucent black body, but still.
I gave the dejected-looking fellow a couple of pats and set him back on my shoulder. His mood seemed to recover; he returned to his original form at once.
Easy to read, this one.
Anyway, I hadn't meant to, but I'd made my sister cry all the same... Since things had come to this, I might as well take her along to the ski resort and spend the one night and two days being even meaner to her.
Every last bit of this was my sister's fault, for getting under my skin like that and then insisting it was nothing!
Her joining was decided on the spot, but Choi Soohan added everything my sister would need as if she'd known in advance, and my lovers were glad she was coming. My sister herself, though, kept avoiding my eyes with a gloomy face, which only drove my unsettled mood harder.
Han Go-eun's crew, Lydia among them, gathered a little early in front of the Grand Blue building, the place we'd agreed to meet. The triplets hadn't come, and when Han Go-eun asked about it, Lydia smiled as she answered.
"Sir Seoha is coming along as well, isn't he? Wherever would the danger be?"
...The burden of responsibility was no joke.
Seeing they'd arrived, I headed out to the meeting place. Bags of clothes or backpacks on their shoulders, they waved when they saw me—then went rigid at the sight of the people following behind.
Hwayeon was dressed no differently than usual, in ivory cotton trousers, a sweater, and a brown leather jacket. Yeongeun, though, wore thick black sunglasses with oversized lenses, the hood of a yellow hoodie pulled up, and a turtleneck dragged all the way up past her nose. Behind them, Franc, Hiarid, and Miho came trotting along with Darky carried in hand.
At the sight of Hwayeon and my sister, the kids pinched one another's cheeks, unsure whether they were dreaming or awake. Lydia's condition was especially dire. She seemed to have recognized Yeongeun. Yeongeun stepped in close, lifted the sunglasses, and drew down the turtleneck she'd been wearing like a mask—and the moment her face showed, Lydia couldn't even breathe. She started to shake.
Anyone watching would have thought Yeongeun was about to eat her.
"Hello, kids~ These are our Seoha's friends, you said? You'll keep helping our Seoha a great deal from now on, won't you?"
"Y-yes!"
"Yes!"
"We will!"
The only ones who answered were Han Go-eun, Kim Chang-hyun, and Kang Ju-chan. The rest couldn't so much as open their mouths, frozen stiff. Why were they so afraid of Yeongeun?
I looked at the trembling Lydia, then back at Yeongeun. She shrugged as if she didn't know either.
At any rate, we'd become quite a crowd, and I was wondering how we were supposed to travel, when Choi Soohan—who'd left the house ahead of us—drove up in a luxury coach with twenty seats. It wasn't a Grand Blue design, so she must have bought it beforehand.
My sister went in first, with Franc and Hwayeon, and the kids followed in a rush, luggage in hand. Miho and Hiarid boarded as well, and last of all Yeongeun and I climbed on. The door closed, and the bus started toward our destination: the ski resort.