Lee Ho-yeon's Harem Plan! (4)

"Yeah. Oh, next up is your sister, huh... Hmph...."

"Right. My sister."

I reacted to Ellis's words as best I could while kneading the area around her neck. As the saying goes, the best way to converse is to listen to your partner, so I paid close attention to what she said and kept the chat going. Luckily, talking it out seemed to ease her irritation quite a bit. I still had no idea what had her so worked up in the first place, but if it was better now, that was all that mattered.

After some casual chit-chat, her body had loosened up enough for me to keep massaging. Most of it was stuff I already knew, so it got a little boring... but when it came to her sister, I had to focus.

"My sister... Ha, it's kinda weird saying it myself."

Ellis made a displeased face but finally opened up.

"You need to be careful. Everyone else says she's got a great personality, but to me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she's just crazy."

"...Yeah?"

I played dumb, but deep down, I totally agreed. How many people pack narcissism, lesbian tendencies, and incestuous vibes into one? And her personality's far from normal, too. Having been bullied by her sister since childhood, Ellis had every reason to hate her guts.

Come to think of it, why did she bully her?

I knew the story: her sister fell for her own reflection but couldn't marry it, so she turned Ellis into a substitute. The classic 'bullying the girl you like in childhood' trope?

Ellis looked utterly fed up as she continued.

"She probably won't show her true colors to you, so you'll be fine. She only pulls that crap around me."

"Hmm... If you say so, then it must be true. I'll watch out."

"......Yeah."

Ellis's gaze softened a touch as she looked at me.

Score. Nailed it.

That line slipped out unconsciously, but maybe I'd unlocked some talent for seducing women. What a terrifying power...!

Squeeze—

I shifted to the other side of the bed and grabbed her unmassaged arm.

"Anyway... Oh, did I mention the tracking team?"

"Tracking team?"

I'd heard it all from Scarlett already, but I acted surprised.

"Yeah. It's a team formed to hunt the centaur, made up of Iris Guild elites—including my sister and dad."

"Oh...."

Pretty badass. An info guild stepping up like that felt like a villain organization defending its turf.

"Not 'oh.' You're joining that tracking team."

"Makes sense. Seeing the centaur is my goal, after all."

Everything was going according to plan.

"That's not the point... Aren't you feeling the pressure?"

"Hmm... There are big shots everywhere around me already. And the woman I'm massaging right now is a heavyweight herself."

Truth be told, Baek Ayoung and Im Sol were massive deals too—world-renowned healer and mage. The cadets were all freakish prodigies... and I'd gotten pretty famous myself, so no real pressure. Plus, the perks kept any nerves at bay.

Ellis smirked at the compliment tacked on at the end, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Fine, I get it. But keep this in mind: you're acting like spotting the centaur will be easy... but it might not even happen."

"Yeah?"

Her serious tone confirmed it—this guy was no pushover.

Ellis went on.

"The centaur uses some unidentified magic. Get close, and it vanishes without a trace. We suspect spatial teleportation, but there's zero mana residue, making tracking impossible."

"Hmm...."

"That's probably why Dad approved so easily. Even if we go, it'll bolt the second it sees us."

Ah, that explained the quick okay. He figured it was pointless anyway.

"Then why not give up?"

"That centaur's vicious and smart. It slaughters weaklings on sight but flees if a real fight looks tough. That's why elites have to tail it."

"...Impressive bastard."

Were all hellspawn this clever? Wait, then what about Liliana?

"Anyway... Honestly, you should wish for something else now. My dad's loaded, so you could squeeze plenty out of him...."

"Worried about me?"

"...No, just being realistic."

"I can do it. It's fine."

"Sigh. Fine. Strong pride. Good luck."

Ellis shook her head, giving up on convincing me. I appreciated the concern... but truth was, I didn't need to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠go to France without the centaur. It was key to Liliana's issues and Pandemic's moves.

"Don't believe me? Come along then."

I said, stroking her arm.

"Huh?"

"You said you wanted to leave Dad's nest. If it's safe, you can join the tracking team too."

If she was right, I could definitely bring her. We were already on a field trip together, and if she wanted to go, doting dad Isaac wouldn't say no—especially if it was safe.

"...Maybe? But honestly, I'm not hopeful. If it was catchable, Dad and Sis would've nabbed it already."

"Then it's a safe win-win."

"Ha. Good talker."

Ellis laughed like it was ridiculous, but she didn't seem upset.

Conversation worked better than expected.

She'd clearly been in a mood earlier—dodged a bullet there.

"You'll get a great experience, so thank me in advance."

"If it happens... sure, I'll thank you plenty."

A flicker of fondness lit her eyes as she looked at me. Starting the massage on a whim was the right call. I'd mastered women's hearts now.

One problem, though....

"...Ellis. So, uh... mind if I massage your chest?"

Arms and neck were done. And my brain spit it out filter-free.

I could've worked her collarbone or upper abs to fix the chest mana circuits. But... but... I couldn't pass up touching Ellis's breasts. So I blurted it out unconsciously.

Asking to grope her tits...!

"...Right now?"

"No, I mean... it's a massage. Arms were next in line, so...."

"...Sigh. Over the clothes isn't okay?"

"That'd... uh, yeah. It works. But it'd take way longer over clothes. You cool?"

"Hmm... Maybe that's better."

Whew, close call. I'd massaged her arms over the gown, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nearly slipped into demanding bare tits. Good thing I laid the groundwork with the 'longer time' excuse. Self-praise well deserved.

"Alright then."

I eyed Ellis's chest as she lay there. I snuck a peek at her face—she had her eyes closed, looking relaxed. Her lips twitched a bit, showing some tension, but it was fine. No hesitation; I reached out.

Squish—

Her soft breast enveloped my hand. Even through the gown—thin and loose by design—I could feel most of its plush give.

"Hngh...."

I worked on expanding her mana circuits too, so she let out a pained moan. Knead-knead—

Anatomically just fat lumps, but breasts feel special because no one else gets to touch. Ellis's forbidden fruits, claimed by me. That conquest fueled a deep, mental rush.

"Ah, still got a ways to go? Hoo...."

"...Yeah."

I could finish quick, but dragged it out to savor. The long arm rubs were all buildup. So soft, springy. Never got old.

Then, mid-knead, something hard pressed my palm. Her nipple, rubbing against the fabric, had stiffened right up.

Oh!

Couldn't hold back now. I groped with renewed vigor—fingertips grazing the peak, deliberate presses. Mana circuit work continued, of course.

"...Hah, ahn.... Hn!"

From then on, Ellis stifled moans with all her might. I toyed with her chest for minutes, drinking in the sight.

*

"Too much'll tire you out. Let's do below the waist tomorrow."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah...."

Her lips quivered. Classic post-climax tremor. She'd cum from chest play alone.

She'd tried muting her moans to hide it... but from the guy groping her, how could I not notice?

—Haah. Hah, ahn, ah, ahng... Hngh... No muffling fools anyone.

Of course, as a sweet guy, I pretended not to know.

"Rest up. I'll come back tomorrow."

"...Yeah. What time tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow... no real schedule. Lunchtime?"

More time was better for massages anyway.

"Ah, no. I've got plans. Come at night. Night."

"Aha. Got it."

Her face flushed as she waved me off. Could've said so from the start.

"See ya."

"Yeah. Yeah...."

I left the room, glancing back at Ellis nodding from bed.

Click—

The quiet hallway greeted me as the door shut. Her breast's softness lingered on my hands. I clenched and unclenched experimentally— just air.

Checked the time. Past 10 already. Not bedtime usually, but hospital hours were weird.

Headed straight to Nam Da-eun's room. Not far from Ellis's.

At the door, I debated knocking, then cracked it open quietly. If she was asleep, I'd slip out.

A dim nightlight glowed inside.

Asleep?

No sound even after opening—probably. I squeezed through, tiptoeing to the bed.

Yup, out cold.

Nam Da-eun lay straight, eyes shut; Nam Da-hee face-planted in bed, snoring softly. Makes sense—they'd be wiped. Da-eun injured, Da-hee fussing over her sis.

"Tch."

Should've come sooner. Chatting with Sulin, Liliana, and Ellis ate time.

"Thanks, Da-eun."

I stroked her sleeping hair. Women throwing themselves for me—what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a blessed world. Heartwarming.

Then, Da-eun cracked an eye.

"If you're thankful, you could've come earlier."

I yanked my hand back, startled.

"Shit, you scared me. Weren't asleep?"

"Nah. Putting Da-hee to bed. She just conked out. Heard the door, so I faked it."

"...Then sit up."

Caught looking soft. Real men like Lee Ho-yeon don't show that side.

"She missed you too... but you came too late, Ho-yeon."

"Sorry. Talked with visitors, then heard Ellis was hurt bad, so I went first."

"It's fine. Doesn't hurt much— just lying down."

She nodded, but I could tell.

"Liar."

Her visible mana flickered unsteadily—not as bad as Ellis, but rough.

"Busted. Hurts a little. Barrier was so tough, stabbing myself was hard."

"All my fault. Need anything? Sing you a lullaby till you sleep?"

I could sit and croon one.

"Ho-yeon's love?"

She smiled cutely. Not aegyo overload—her usual stoic self grinning like that hit different. Slight smile, pure charm. I grinned back, cupping her cheek. Smooth skin felt great.

"Always giving that."

"Kidding. Gimme some milk then."

She eyed me, amused.

"Milk? In the fridge?"

Did she like milk?

"Nah. Love milk."

Love milk. I pondered, then squinted at her.

"Love... Wait, no way?"

"Yup."

I pressed my palm to her forehead as she eyed my crotch. She used to be such a good girl. Swear.

"With Da-hee right here?"

"But I need strength now."

"...."

Her playful tongue-flick as she grinned had my hand drifting to my belt.