Chapter 32: Musicians Are Unfair
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 32: Musicians Are Unfair
After my insane binge-eating session, I was suffering from indigestion, letting out painful burps and hiccups. Without a word, Yuseoha began to firmly massage my hand.
I tensed up at the sensation of something slowly flowing into me through my hand, but compared to what Hindel usually did, this wasn't even ticklish. I relaxed and let my body surrender to the sensation.
It felt like floating on water.
It wasn't exactly peaceful, as there was a lingering tension that I might sink if I made the slightest mistake, but a strange sense of buoyancy mixed in, making me feel as if my very existence was slowly dissolving.
How many minutes had passed? Or perhaps it was only seconds. Feeling my stomach settle, I opened my eyes and checked the clock first. An hour had passed.
I was on a sleepover, and I just wasted an hour like this?
I felt like I was going to die of frustration. I didn't have enough time to do all the things Mom usually forbade—watching certain TV shows, snacking on a couple of treats, staying up past "nappy-nappy" time, or skipping brushing my teeth.
I bolted upright.
"Are you okay?"
Yuseoha actually had the audacity to grab my shoulders and push me back down onto the bed.
"I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm not sleeping! I'm not sleeping!"
For a brat with a full battery, not staying up all night was a sin. I grabbed Yuseoha’s wrist. Since I had a child’s hands, I couldn't even wrap them all the way around her forearm.
"No! Stop! Don't!"
"Hic?!"
When I recited the promised lines of victory, Yuseoha recoiled. How dare a mere woman try to touch a man’s body?
"...I want to play games!"
Yuseoha stared at me blankly, her pink eyes blinking.
"I want to play games!"
After tilting her head in confusion, Yuseoha stood up and beckoned me. I followed close behind her, and she led me into a room filled with electronic equipment.
They looked like audio devices. In a room the size of our entire house, countless instruments were scattered everywhere. Judging by the cables connected to them, they looked expensive.
I started getting excited, thinking she was going to let me play games on a top-of-the-line computer. Yuseoha went to the computer, clicked a few things, and then brought over an acoustic guitar.
"????"
~♪♪♩♬
Then, she started playing.
-♩♪♬♪
And she was damn good at it.
-♬
She was strumming with just her fingers, no pick, and she was incredible.
♩!
Before I knew it, the performance ended.
"Wow! Amazing! Incredible! Cool! You're the best! Wow!"
I clapped enthusiastically. Whether it was my 1st or 2nd Playthrough, someone who could play an instrument was always my ideal type.
It wasn't because my damn hands were so un-ergonomic that the guitar club president next door gave up on teaching me, or because my "sad ears" couldn't catch a pitch so the piano teacher ran away, or because my voice even made the vocal coach despair.
Really.
Yuseoha immediately played the next song. She began a flamboyant performance, plucking different strings with her fingers. I didn't know much about music, but it seemed impressive, so I clapped.
"You're the greatest!"
I didn't have any musical talent, so what else could I do? I just had to give whatever praise I could. At times like this, I was glad I was a kid.
'The melody approached me with giant strides and reached out a hand, but when I reached back to grab it, it vanished, leaving only its resonance behind.'
'The notes seem to connect to form a single railway. And upon it, the free melody seems to glide smoothly like a celestial train.'
I didn't have to use expressions like that!
Yuseoha, seemingly pleased with the praise, brought out a Mega Ukulele.
She strummed it excitedly, making deep thump-thump sounds. However, since I had no particular feelings toward sexual minorities, I had nothing to say to Yuseoha even after the performance ended.
Yuseoha hung her head and let out a long sigh. Then she brought over a regular ukulele.
"Wow~! The sound is so good! The best! The best!"
Yuseoha closed her eyes and began to play the ukulele earnestly. For some reason, I got the feeling she was crying, but that wasn't my concern.
And so, Yuseoha’s talent show began. String instruments, percussion, woodwinds, and even keyboards. She showcased her skill by playing every single instrument in the room, and I clapped my heart out.
More than that, I was sleepy. My eyes were closing. My damn body wouldn't listen to me. I was supposed to have the body of a brat with an unstoppable, infinite engine. But the drowsiness was too strong.
"...I have more instruments."
"Gonna sleep."
I couldn't help it. Lord Hormone was too powerful to overcome.
"More fun things."
"Sleepy, gonna sleep."
"I have them."
Yuseoha’s voice was truly lovely. But right now, sleep was the priority. I curled up.
"I'll let you... play games."
"Gonna sleep..."
Even if she offered me a night of fun, I think I would have chosen sleep right then. A child's body was strict about its sleep schedule.
"...There are many more fun things."
"Gonna sleep, be quiet."
I just flopped down on the floor.
"I'll teach you an instrument."
"Shh- time..."
Someone started poking my cheek. Well, Yuseoha was the only one here, so it had to be her.
"I'll teach you a song."
"...."
I didn't even have the energy to answer. I just ignored her.
"Are you really sleeping?"
Her voice began to drift away.
"Are you asleep?"
It started to drone, like I was hearing it underwater.
"You are sleeping."
I felt my pants being pulled off, but sleep came first.
***
"Gasp?!"
As soon as I woke up, I checked my pants. I was wearing pink floral pajama bottoms. They were my pajamas, a glimpse into my mother's atrocious sense of style.
I felt embarrassed for a moment for having such ridiculous delusions.
I actually thought that even if it wasn't full-on face rape, the Siren Big Sister, who showed such great interest in my (future) giant sausage, might have taken a little taste!
Beside me, the Pink Head sister was sleeping. Translucent fish were swimming around her head. They were her spirit friends. I reached out because it was cool, but they scurried away.
I don't know why they turn into ice when I touch them, but they could at least try to communicate a bit instead of avoiding me like this...
I loved you guys, you bitches.
Yuseoha’s face was visible through the seeping moonlight. I had always thought she was pretty, but seeing her this close, she was a stunning beauty.
A beauty who looked so elegant and pure that it felt wrong to label her a whore just for having a pink head and pink eyes. But Pink = Whore was a piece of "common sense" ingrained in me in this world, so there was nothing I could do.
And her eyelashes were so thick. She was a top-tier beauty on par with Hindel or my mom. Though, the average for my mom's friends was "beauty" anyway.
I lightly brushed her eyelashes with my fingertip. They were so thick and beautiful that I could feel them rustling against my finger. Or should I say they felt slightly coarse?
Yuseoha opened her eyes. Her hazy eyes looked at me without a word.
"Did you sleep well, Seoha Noona?"
Yuseoha looked at me in silence for about thirty seconds before closing her eyes again. Nothing else changed, except she reached out and pulled me into a tight hug.
I just gave her butt a casual pat.
"A dream...?"
Yuseoha asked me, her eyes half-open.
"It's a dream."
"No, it's not."
I tried to trick her, but it didn't seem to work. Anyway, it looked like I'd woken her up. Her voice was thick with sleep, but it was a beautiful, clear tone.
"Noona, you have such a pretty voice, why don't you talk?"
"...Charm."
Yuseoha said that and closed her eyes again. I wondered if she didn't want to talk anymore, but judging by her steady breathing, she had simply fallen back asleep.
I waited for drowsiness to return while casually fondling Yuseoha’s breasts, which were about the size of small potatoes even when gathered together. When I buried my face in Mom's breasts, I'd fall asleep instantly, but maybe because Yuseoha lacked maternal instincts, touching hers didn't make me sleepy.
"...I don't produce milk."
Instead, it seemed I had woken Yuseoha up again. At times like this, I had to be bold. I looked at Yuseoha with sleepy eyes.
"Mommy..."
"I'm not Ame."
As long as she didn't push me away when I burrowed into her arms, it was enough. I cautiously bit down on her clothes—I couldn't tell if it was pajamas or a camisole.
"Ngh... Ah, I told you, nothing comes out..."
Her reaction was great. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked the tip like it was dough.
"Ugh... Ah, you shouldn't..."
I could tell she wanted it, despite saying "you shouldn't." I played around for a few minutes, rolling my tongue over the tip of Yuseoha’s breast and sucking on it.
"Ngh... Lullaby... Lullaby... Our... Ngh... Ah, baby..."
A perverted mermaid—no, a Siren Big Sister who feels it through her breasts even when she's not lactating—sang me a lullaby mixed with moans.
I don't know if she really thought of me as a little kid, but it didn't look like tonight would be boring.
Just as I was about to start moving in earnest, thinking of the techniques that had caused a Great Flood between our King Milk Cow sister's legs...
"Sleep... ngh... well... Sle-eep... we-ell..."
Drowsiness began to wash over me. I couldn't sleep when a new toy was right in front of me. I moved my tongue more aggressively and tried to touch her breast with my other hand, but...
"Lullaby, lullaby... our baby..."
My body wouldn't move. This wasn't a natural phenomenon. She was forcibly pushing me into the arms of Morpheus.
"Little rooster... do not crow..."
I didn't know if that "Charm" she mentioned was an ability or what, but she was unfairly trying to escape from me.
"Our baby... will wake up..."
She was unfairly trying to escape the mischief of a five-year-old brat. I wanted to say something, but my consciousness was cut off by the sensation of magic seeping into my body, the vibrations within her trembling voice...
And the sweet voice contained within the lullaby.