Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Permission (2)
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Israfeel had broken down. Her round eyes were dyed in shock, and her blankly parted lips showed no sign of closing again.
Her trembling gaze seemed to ask me if that even made sense, but what could be done about it.
Even for me, there was no suitable answer to throw back. So, with an awkward expression, I shrugged my shoulders while still straddling her.
"Can't make sense of it, huh?"
"Uh, uh...?"
"Truth is, neither can I."
Who in the world would normally want to share the object of their affection with someone else?
Possessiveness wasn't a word for nothing. No one would readily hand over their beloved to another person, let alone someone of the same sex.
That made it all the harder to comprehend.
I scratched at my cheek with a clouded gaze.
"...Lately, Lete's been... evolving in some bizarre direction, you know?"
If the person in question heard that, she'd probably squeak something like 'It's all because of you...!' and sputter out every noise under the sun.
But Lete wasn't here anyway—. No, wasn't it the truth?
It had already been four years since I'd known her. I knew better than anyone that Lete Heresia had always been a bit of an odd woman.
Unnecessarily strong pride, an exceedingly picky personality. Poor relationships with others, and having grown up hearing all sorts of nonsense since childhood, she was bundled up tight with needless inferiority complexes to boot.
"... ."
But right as my thoughts reached that point, I had to halt my inner criticism of Lete for a moment.
'This is totally Evan Lane.'
Laid out like that, every single flaw was one I possessed myself.
Was that why she and I clicked so well? Shared suffering, or birds of a feather?
Either way, it left a strange feeling, so I quickly shook off the unnecessary thoughts.
"Anyway... that's how it is. Meaning all the worries you're having, Sister, are pointless."
"...What the heck."
Israfeel still wore a confused expression. Naturally, a few words of explanation weren't enough to grasp all of Lete's eccentricities.
If she really wanted to understand, she'd probably need to meet Lete face-to-face.
And then, Israfeel would likely get the same feeling I'd had. Why Lete had permitted this kind of affair, and for what reason.
'Crazy girl, seriously...'
I unwillingly recalled the conversation I'd had with Lete two days prior. A chill ran through me naturally, along with a frown.
-B-Because you seem to like her so much, it looks like you can't put up proper walls. I'm only permitting it reluctantly. Ahem...! What are you doing? Hurry up and thank my magnanimity.
She'd spoken so arrogantly, but she couldn't hide the way her lips twitched uncontrollably.
I clearly remembered the flush that had risen on Lete's cheeks as she permitted my relationship with Israfeel.
And also how the two rounds of physical intimacy had further strengthened my divine traits, granting Lete pleasure of exceptionally high quality.
...That was probably the crux of it. From the nuance of her words, she didn't entirely lack feelings for me, but they were still insignificant.
The more I mingled bodies with Israfeel, the more superior my divine traits would evolve in a favorable direction.
What did that ultimately mean? If she let me loose, the sexual pleasure Lete would feel in the future would be that much greater.
Now I saw it—she was a girl whose lewdness rivaled Eliya's. Lete, too.
Maybe even calling her lecherous went a step further.
'...Whatever.'
Of course, that lechery wasn't unpleasant. It was just absurd that she was hiding her true feelings behind flimsy excuses... Still, I wasn't ungrateful.
Wasn't I? The process had been absurd, ulterior motives and all, but the result was that I could now legally commit adultery, infidelity, and fornication.
Dark evolutions came in their own flavors. To the girl who might become my one and only lover, I silently conveyed my thanks for a moment.
Saying 'birds of a feather' felt a bit off, but...
Thanks, Lete.
Really, thank you.
"...Well then."
As I ended the recollection and clapped my hands with a smack!, Israfeel flinched at the waist.
Still pinned beneath me, trembling in shivers—it was, well, like a live fish on the cutting board right before being prepped.
Well, saying that aloud would surely anger her greatly, so I decided not to voice it.
"Now, let's call this talk settled."
"...Ugh?"
"Shall we get to enjoying ourselves now? Sister."
The destination for my hand was set. I roughly gripped Israfeel's breast while sending my other hand downward.
Lifting the negligee that subtly revealed the skin beneath, I touched her underwear directly.
"...! Hn, ah."
The plump area, even through the thin fabric, was already thoroughly soaked.
Her panties were no different, of course. A quick glance down showed the center of the white fabric stained gray by an unmistakably viscous fluid.
I slipped my fingers inside her panties and leaned my upper body forward.
Naturally kissing first, then intending to dive into the main act.
"Ah...! W-Wait a sec."
Israfeel, who had been quietly savoring my hand patting her mound and probing inside, suddenly drained of color.
With anxious eyes, she grunted and struggled to push me away somehow.
I didn't budge, but she kept exerting herself without tiring.
"...?"
By then, I was getting a bit curious about what she was up to. I let her go, figuring I'd been had—
Flash!
Israfeel seized the opening and swiftly pulled her body away, putting distance between us.
An awkward silence settled between us for a moment. Israfeel, with an embarrassed air, slinkingly avoided my insistent gaze.
I furrowed my brow and asked.
"What."
"Wh-What do you mean."
"What's with you?"
"I mean, what's with what...!"
As she somehow straightened her disheveled clothes from my teasing, Israfeel glared with her ragged breaths, doing her best.
One arm covering her fully exposed breasts, the other hand pressing down the hem of her negligee to hide her panties.
Not that her slender arms could fully conceal that glamorous flesh.
She'd barely managed to hide her nipples, but the flesh compressed by her arms only made the thing in my pants throb more viciously.
But...
"...If you don't want to, just say so comfortably, Sister. I wasn't saying I'd force myself on you."
"Uh, uh...?"
Naturally, if Israfeel wasn't in the mood, I had no intention of forcing her.
I'd thought I'd lightened the mood as playfully as possible. If her head was still a mess, I'd simply wait.
Gazing at her flustered expression, I added a word of concern.
"If it's really no good, maybe it'd be best to head back for today?"
Had I unnecessarily burdened her? Pushing my lust on someone ill at ease was hardly proper, so I'd suggested it to give her some alone time.
"N-No, I don't want that...!"
Unexpectedly, Israfeel raised her voice slightly in denial. I widened my eyes, and she froze, her own words startling her as her face flushed beet red.
What was I supposed to do? Arms crossed as if to say I'd just watch the show, I stared at her.
And Israfeel, head bowed, grumbled a few curt words under her breath for a moment.
"...Stupid brother... really no tact..."
"...What'd you say?"
Of course, it wasn't even a proper sentence—just literal mutterings close to self-talk.
I scowled and asked back, and Israfeel lifted her head with a sulky expression.
Glancing at me with thoroughly displeased eyes, she muttered on.
"I'm gonna go wash up."
"?"
"Just rest for a bit."
She didn't even wait for a reply. Suddenly standing, she hurried out of the bedroom toward the bathroom, leaving me alone and blinking in bewilderment.
"What the..."
Had I offended her somehow? It didn't quite feel that way, but her last expression nagged at me.
"Damn it."
Irritated for no reason, I ruffled the back of my hair messily. It felt wrong to rashly guess at her inner thoughts.
But that didn't mean I could stop my mind from turning.
"... ."
Leaning back against the bed frame, I sank into deep thought for a moment.
If, amid our conversation up to now, there had been any factor or moment that might have hurt or saddened that subtly sensitive woman—
...It was probably.
"Ah."
I let out a short sigh and twisted my expression. I'd likely found the answer.
Shhhh—
"...Hoo."
Standing under the shower's cascading water, having neatly folded her negligee aside and now fully nude, Israfeel let out a sigh of relief.
Her pale face wasn't just hot—it was flushed so deeply it seemed ready to burst.
'Thank goodness...!'
It truly was a relief. From Israfeel's perspective, she could think nothing else.
If Evan hadn't let her go just now and had clung persistently to the end, she probably couldn't have refused.
She would've ended up kissing him deeply once more, just like right before she'd pushed him away in a scramble.
'...That was close, really.'
Thump, thump. Feeling her heart pounding—not quite from excitement—Israfeel slowly melted her body under the warm streams.
Her tactless little brother seemed not just oblivious but to have forgotten entirely.
To begin with, up until that situation, Israfeel had been in the middle of eating.
Diligently spooning up the vegetable porridge Evan had made himself, no less—so if they'd shared a deep kiss in that state?
"Eek..."
She hated even thinking about it. She always strived for cleanliness, but what could be done when less than ten minutes had passed since eating?
If they'd kissed like that and Evan flinched or grimaced even slightly?
Israfeel was confident her face would've exploded from the shame in that instant.
That was why she'd pushed Evan away, even if it meant killing the mood. Why she'd stammered her way to the bathroom.
Now, she'd thoroughly finished brushing her teeth while the water ran.
Yes, now it was fine. Fully prepared against any mishaps, Israfeel felt at ease—but since she'd come all the way to the bathroom anyway.
'...I'll wash up nice and clean before going out! Yeah!'
She nodded vigorously with a bright expression. Imagining the main event after washing made her eyes spin deliriously, but still.
Anyway, right as she was diligently applying perfume to gift her beloved little brother the sweetest scent possible.
Bang!
"...Eh?"
The bathroom door flew open, and Evan strode right in. Catching sight of him in the wall mirror, Israfeel froze solid.
Given the space, was it practical? Evan's face was impassive, but his attire matched hers exactly.
Stark naked, without a stitch on. Reflexively dropping her gaze downward, Israfeel swallowed dryly at the sight of his lower half.
Why had he suddenly come into the bathroom? She'd clearly told him to wait—why all of a sudden?
'I-It grew...'
In truth, such questions weren't all that important. The moment she caught Evan's meaningful gaze sweeping over her body, his lower part stiffening rigidly—Israfeel registered it perfectly.
Was he about to pounce? Bathroom play? Having barged in naked like this, were there even other possibilities worth considering?
In a flash, her mind filled with all sorts of lascivious thoughts.
Naturally, her thighs began to slick up between them. Fortunately—or not—the water streams hid it well—
"...Israfeel."
Whether she was aroused or not didn't matter to him; Evan crossed the bathroom.
Right up to directly behind her. Naked male and female bodies pressed impossibly close.
'He's coming...!'
Israfeel shivered from head to toe at the heavy presence of 'something' nudging her hip.
An indescribable chill of mental pleasure scrambled her mind.
Now her body would join her mind in the mess too? Naturally. No—it had to. Israfeel steadied her posture, her lips twitching lewdly.
Pretending nonchalance while subtly maneuvering so Evan's manhood brushed her buttocks.
From some angles, it was the epitome of a wanton's gesture, but she was oblivious. Israfeel simply murmured with a coquettish smile.
"...What is it, little brother."
"... ."
"I told you Sister needed a rest. So why follow me all the way to the bathroom...?"
It was a near-perfect scenario. Acting oblivious while subtly steering toward something naughty with her words, fanning his desires.
Israfeel exhaled a sultry breath laden with heat and tilted her head sideways.
"Don't tell me you've got some naughty thoughts brewing...? Hm? You wouldn't... ."
Right as she was about to finish her seductive line while locking eyes with Evan.
Grab!
"...Eek?!"
Before her words ended, Evan took one more step forward. His arms then boldly wrapped around Israfeel from behind in an embrace.
Caught in the sudden hug, Israfeel's eyes quivered finely as her whole body went rigid.
It couldn't be helped. Only now, pressed this close, did the stark size difference with her now fully grown little brother become clear.
Wasn't this kind of back hug a bit too unfair—? Feeling that fresh sentiment, Israfeel wore a dreamy expression like a girl lost in her feelings.
"Sorry... Israfeel."
Evan began abruptly with those unexpected words.
"...Huh?"
Israfeel was forcibly yanked from her ecstasy by the sudden apology.
She turned around in great confusion. Evan Lane, head buried in her nape, eyes cast down with a somehow troubled look.
He continued calmly.
"I was thoughtless. 'Shall we enjoy now?' Saying it like that must've sounded like, since I got permission from my lover, this is totally fine—I'm just gonna use your body to vent my lust."
"E-Evan?"
"I wasn't treating you lightly. I have no intention of exploiting those romantic feelings just to sate my desires... I know it might not sound good now, but Israfeel—let me say this much at least."
"No, what's this all of a sudden..."
What was this out of nowhere? Before Israfeel could voice her bewilderment at the sudden confession.
"I love you, Sister."
"—."
"I'm serious."
Mwah—
Evan gently brushed aside her wet blue hair and left a soft kiss on her nape.
'...Ah.'
At that unannounced surprise kiss crashing in, Israfeel felt as if she'd been dunked into a steaming bath and pulled right back out.
Her eyes instantly went dreamy as she clenched her thighs inward.
She might've even climaxed lightly. She couldn't be sure, but at the very least, one fact stood utterly certain above all else.
'Ah... Ah, oh...!'
In this moment, Israfeel Hael wanted to get pregnant with her little brother's child.
More fiercely and desperately than ever before.