In a Harmonious Baron's Household (5)
After washing my body with cold water, I pulled myself together and laid out a plan.
It was not a particularly busy season. Aside from the occasional hunting trip, Ian spent his days lounging around the house. The baron was often away, yet for some reason he had chosen to stay home today.
Charging them head-on with this frail body is out of the question…
May’s body was hardly built for fighting, but I still had one formidable weapon left. With a confident face I sat before the vanity and opened the drawer.
Inside the wooden box lay mysterious powders, toners, and liquids sealed in glass bottles. I had no idea how to use any of them. Even in my previous life as a man I had kept my distance from cosmetics. If I had known it would come to this, I would have paid a little more attention. Of course the original owner of this body—May—must have used these things every day…
I clutched my head and tried to dredge up the memories, but failed. With a heavy heart I headed for Pana’s room.
Knock-knock.
A moment after I rapped on the door, Pana appeared.
“Do you have a minute right now?”
“Mm, I’m free… but are you okay, Unnie?”
She studied my face with a dark, cautious expression. The moment I heard are you okay? something in my chest sank. A stifling, heavy feeling. Showing it would only make things worse, so I tilted my head as if nothing were wrong.
“Yeah, I’m fine. But I have a favor to ask—could you do my makeup for me?”
“Me? You’re better at it than I am. Why all of a sudden?”
She let out a short laugh, looking at me as though she had just heard a ridiculous joke.
How am I supposed to explain this…
“I’ve been thinking, and I feel like you do it more stylishly. Won’t you do it just this once?”
“…You really think that?”
Suspicion still lingered in her eyes as she pressed me.
“Yeah… please. I’m kind of in a hurry.”
I nodded. Embarrassment colored my voice, and Pana giggled—a clear, bright laugh that suited her gentle nature.
“All right. If you put it that way. Then hurry inside and sit down—I’m a little busy today myself.”
At her urging I returned to my room and sat before the vanity. With practiced hands she began working the unknown powders and toners across my face.
Was it always this good? The civilization here looked crude, so I had not expected much, yet the makeup technique was surprisingly refined. After nearly an hour of careful work I looked far prettier. She even braided my hair with meticulous care; somehow a quiet, noble air settled over me. Cheeks faintly flushed, eyes sparkling and enlarged, long elegant brows.
“All done.”
“I’m surprised… I didn’t know I could look this pretty.”
I gave her a warm smile, genuine gratitude in it.
“It’s nothing. I’m just glad you like it, Unnie.”
She was a kind child. A little more confidence would have suited her, but I had no desire to meddle in that, so I kept the thought to myself. Still, talking with Pana brought another idea to the surface.
“Um, Pana. About something…”
“Hm? What is it?”
She looked mildly surprised that I still had more to say. Makeup finished, she probably expected to leave soon. But the only person I could ask was her, so I pressed on.
“Mom… no, Mother—does she know about the things that happen at night?”
Pana stared at me in shock, then turned her face away. It was an absurd question, after all. Any normal person would know.
“No, never mind—I asked something pointless. You’re busy, so hurry back. I’ll just—”
“She probably doesn’t know.”
After a moment of thought, that was the answer Pana gave. I froze halfway through rising from the chair. My puzzled gaze fixed on her. She folded her arms with a thoughtful hmm, then turned her eyes aside and spoke again.
“I only noticed it myself not long ago.”
“I’m sorry. But I don’t know what to do either.”
“I see…”
My voice had gone stiff without my realizing it. Lost in her own worries, Pana failed to notice and simply stared into the corner of the room. Even I—an adult in everything but body—was struggling with what to do. How much harder must it be for a young girl who had never known any world beyond this house?
Still half-crouched, I sank back into the chair. An ominous premonition swept over me. The memory of that night was too horrific. There was no guarantee those two pieces of human garbage would not turn their eyes on Pana next. I stood up abruptly.
“Go back now. Unnie has things she needs to do.”
After sending Pana out I opened the wardrobe.
“Not sure if there’s anything suitable…”
“Would this work?”
It was a slightly sheer pink slip—probably meant as nightwear or underclothes. After a brief hesitation I slipped out of the nightgown I was wearing and put the slip on. The hem was short enough to bare my thighs; shoulders, neck, and full breasts were left completely exposed.
“This is going to be dangerous…”
I dabbed perfume into the silver hair I had braided up; a sweet scent drifted from it. Eyes that shone like sapphires held a fairy-like, mysterious allure. Beneath the peach-blossom flush of the makeup, full red lips gleamed.
“Good. This should be enough.”
I strapped a dagger to the inside of my thigh and went downstairs. The strategy I had in mind was nothing elaborate.
In the living room Ian was oiling a hunting bow. He looked up and froze at the sight of me.
“Uh… uh… you… right now…”
If a victim who had always been cold suddenly appeared looking seductive, suspicion was possible. But a beast whose brain had been pickled in lust would never entertain such doubts. I gazed at him with a soft smile.
Ian’s mouth fell open. He was genuinely flustered. He stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly sprang to his feet and came toward me.
“Are you really May? Is something wrong with you?”
“Is it that surprising?”
His extreme reaction left me with no choice but to ask back. He looked at me as though he could not believe what he was seeing.
“If Mother and Father catch sight of you…”
He seized my wrist and began dragging me toward the first-floor bathroom.
“Wait here and sit.”
Then he gulped down water in great swallows; his throat must have been burning. All the while his eyes kept flicking to my chest. I felt that sticky gaze and did not look away.
He stepped close, lowered his trousers, and pulled out his cock, offering it to me. I drew a deep breath and slowly extended my tongue. Ian sucked in a sharp breath. With the tip of my tongue I gently scraped the underside of the urethra. His cock twitched at once. I circled the steadily hardening balls with my tongue, then parted my bright-red lips and took them into my mouth.
The sight of his beautiful little sister caressing his balls shattered Ian’s self-control with almost no resistance. Blood rushed downward; his cock swelled and grew thick.
Heup… jjuuup… jjuuup…
I worked my lips diligently, caressing every part of the shaft. Ian watched me with a blissful smile. After coating him thoroughly with saliva I tugged the slip down and freed my breasts. Then I nestled the spit-slick cock between my full breasts and began to stroke.
Already raging, Ian’s cock forced its way between the soft white flesh.
“Ugh… it’s really hard and hot.”
The observation slipped out before I could stop it.
Jjigeok… jjigeok… jjigeok…
The heat of my body, the softness of my breasts, the added saliva—it was as if he had submerged his lower half in a bath of pure pleasure. Heaven itself. His eyes were already half-lidded. Still holding him between my breasts I opened my mouth, took the tip of the glans inside, and moved my tongue, stimulating the sensitive spot beneath the urethra like a writhing snake. Slippery, bitter precum began to trickle across my tongue.
“Keuk… keok…”
From his expression it was clear climax was approaching. Every last shred of caution had dissolved; he was drowning in pleasure, incapable of resistance.
“Heup…”
I took him deep into my mouth. At the same moment my free right hand reached down, drew the dagger hidden against my thigh, and—
Jjiiik!
Blood sprayed out in a bright arc. In my heart I wanted to sever the entire organ. But I was unused to swinging a blade; the clumsy cut ended as a mere attempt. Red blood spurted, yet Ian’s cock remained attached. The reek of blood stabbed my nostrils until I thought my sense of smell would go numb.
“Uwaaaaagh!!!”
He screamed, blood pouring from his groin.
Don’t make such a fuss over a little nick.
Crouched and glaring up at me, his eyes burned with resentment. Seeing that look I could only snort in disbelief. I smashed the hilt of the dagger into his skull; his mouth fell open. The angle was perfect for slitting his throat and ending him. Yet I stopped the blade. I could not turn May into a murderer.
With a heavy thud the hilt stamped down onto his nose. His mouth snapped shut and his head slammed into the floor. He thrashed, trying to crawl away from me. Terror-soaked blue eyes swam with fear.
“May, stop—please spare me! Big brother was wrong, I’m really sorry!”
Puck! Puck! Puck!
Blow after blow rained down; blood spattered in every direction. Only after it had thoroughly soaked my body did the beating stop.
“Hah…”
I felt ready to collapse from exhaustion. Barely suppressing the urge to sink to the floor, I stood there trembling. Uncontrollable emotion made my hands and feet shake. As expected, May’s body was a coward’s—trembling even in this moment of sweet revenge.
“What is this?! What on earth happened?!”
Startled, I spun around. There stood my parents, faces white with shock, looking as though they might faint on the spot.