Chapter 86
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: 8.5 Sister's Counterattack 1 (※NSFW Illustration Warning!)
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"Hoo..."
Akane let out a refreshing sigh after finishing her bath.
Steam rose gently from her clean, glossy skin. Her flushed cheeks and damp hair only heightened her allure.
If the beast that had pounced on her just moments ago saw her now, it might not be able to resist doing so again.
Akane's post-bath appearance was that seductive.
"What an idiot,"
Akane grumbled needlessly at the beast, now fast asleep.
She had no idea what had happened at the academy. Nor did she want to know.
Still, she wished he wouldn't drag that academy stress all the way home. She wasn't some punching bag for him to vent on.
"Ugh..."
She stroked her lower abdomen, where a lingering foreign sensation still remained.
It felt like her belly was filled with warm water. A tingling, numbing ache... Honestly, it wasn't a bad feeling.
The first time she'd clung to Naibusu for mana replenishment, it had felt like the end of the world.
But repeating it day after day had made it familiar. Now, she even felt empty without it.
"If I want to survive, I guess I have no choice."
She'd heard that humanity had evolved so sexual intercourse felt pleasurable for species propagation.
If it only felt bad, no one would do it, and humanity would have gone extinct long ago.
That must be why her time with Naibusu was starting to feel good. To survive, her body had adapted to find mana replenishment pleasurable.
Especially that sensation when he came inside—the ecstasy of life filling her... Nothing else could explain it.
"Ugh..."
Akane shuddered as she recalled that moment. It was like her womb was begging for more.
It was frustrating. Even during the act, her body reacted that way.
Naibusu, seeing her reactions, gloated that it was because of his skill. It bruised Akane's pride.
"If it weren't for the mana recharge, who'd do that sort of thing?"
Her throat felt parched, probably from all the sweat.
Akane muttered complaints as she headed to the kitchen for some water.
-Click.
A human shadow appeared when she turned on the light.
"Eek!"
Akane belatedly noticed someone in the dining chair and jumped in fright.
"...Teacher?"
It was the homeowner and Naibusu's sister.
Naiad Winzer, the teacher.
"I thought you'd be asleep by now."
Akane calmed her pounding heart and greeted Naiad.
Naiad, draped in a nightgown dress, exuded a seductive aura.
An empty glass sat alone on the table, as if she'd been drinking by herself. A faint alcohol scent lingered in the kitchen.
Naiad smiled faintly, a bit tipsy, and spoke to Akane.
"Akane, did you have a good time?"
Naiad's words could only mean one thing.
Akane felt her face heat up.
"Yeah, well... Just the usual."
She knew the teacher had heard her and Naibusu.
Akane had been the one to tease Naibusu into finishing after realizing the teacher was home. And in the process, she'd let out quite a few loud noises.
Living under the same roof, there was no way she hadn't heard.
But she hadn't expected Naiad to bring it up so directly.
Naiad was refined—at best—or uptight, at worst. Akane had figured even if caught, she'd pretend not to hear.
She wasn't the type to make sex jokes like that.
"Really? Hehe, good for you. As expected of Akane."
Suddenly, Akane sensed a sticky undertone in Naiad's words.
It wasn't unfamiliar to Akane.
As the queen reigning over the jungle of women at the academy, detecting thorns hidden in casual words was child's play.
But the thorn in Naiad's words was different from the usual. Not sharp—more like she'd pricked her own hand by mistake.
The teacher probably had no experience stabbing at others. It wasn't meant as a jab; just words slipping out from the alcohol.
Akane filled a glass with water and sat across from Naiad.
"Do you have some worries too, Teacher?"
"Worries?"
Naiad tilted her head at Akane's question.
Her golden silk-like hair cascaded to one side.
This is natural? Half-breeds are so unfair. Brother and sister both.
Akane thought that if she were a guy, she'd fall for that move in an instant.
"Worries, huh... Yeah, I suppose I do. But I can't tell Akane."
Naiad sighed self-deprecatingly.
Her words—"can't tell Akane"—strangely sounded like "Listen to me!" in Akane's ears.
Since she was freeloading here, she could at least hear her out. She disliked her brother Naibusu, but felt indebted to Naiad.
Akane decided to hear the teacher's unspeakable worries.
"That's surprising. Even a perfect woman like you troubled over a man."
"Perfect? Hehe. Perfect."
Naiad mocked herself.
Unaware, the alcohol made her bite the "man trouble" bait Akane tossed.
"If I were truly perfect, I wouldn't have worries. It's pointless anyway."
"Really? Who's the guy?"
Was there a man immune even to Naiad Winzer?
Pointless worry—married? Or a young student?
Not that neighbor kid who turned from boy to girl recently, right?
Akane mentally listed candidates.
Meanwhile, Naiad almost blurted it out but barely closed her mouth and shook her head.
"...Can't say."
"What's there to hide, Teacher? People like people all the time."
A little push, and it'd spill.
To Akane, Naiad seemed plagued by severe self-esteem issues.
Such people opened up easily to unconditional positivity and one-sided support.
"Homosexuality's banned for Rune Holders, but normals do it all the time. Married guys just divorce, and age of consent changes with the times. People used to marry at 13."
Akane narrowed the net with examples.
"Marry this one, not that one—laws like that are just for social control. Not because it's absolutely right."
Akane thought it was a brilliant point.
How could laws bind the natural order of love? A dead-then-revived woman loving a man-turned-woman was fine too.
"Loving someone isn't wrong in itself, right?"
Akane nodded confidently.
Her voice held a captivating persuasiveness.
"...M-Maybe?"
Naiad found herself swayed.
Perhaps because Akane said exactly what she wanted to hear.
But it reignited the flame in Naiad's heart she'd nearly let die.
"But... what if he doesn't like me back?"
Akane was dumbfounded by Naiad's insecurity.
"Doesn't like you? A man? Naiad Winzer?"
Hahaha. Akane laughed brightly.
Her laughter echoed in the quiet kitchen.
"No way. No man hates you. He's just pretending. I guarantee it 100%."
Akane spoke with conviction.
She'd bet her fortune if she had any—though she was broke.
Men were all the same. Naibusu acted aloof but pounced like a beast when the chance came.
"But..."
Even with Akane's guarantee, Naiad couldn't fully believe it.
Her brother's desperate rejection of their sibling bond lingered vividly.
Akane egged her on thinking of Naibusu; Naiad demurred thinking of him.
Neither dreamed they meant the same person.
"Teacher, if you're that hesitant, just pounce on him first."
"Me?"
Naiad's eyes widened at Akane's bold suggestion.
"B-But, how could a woman..."
With such superior assets, why the lack of confidence?
No man would refuse a beauty like her stripping and charging.
Akane found Naiad exasperating.
"Teacher, nothing changes if you just hesitate. It's a brutal world— you or him could die tomorrow. Sure you won't regret it?"
Coming from Akane, who'd died and returned, it sounded convincing... or not.
"Regret..."
But "nothing changes with hesitation" struck deep. She saw only a future of regrets if she did nothing.
"...Thanks, Akane. You gave me courage."
"No problem. Let me know if it works out."
Akane grinned slyly and stood.
Soon, she might see Naibusu despair at his sister bringing home a husband.
Akane stuck her tongue out inwardly at the pervert siscon.
"Good night, Teacher."
"Yeah... Sleep well."
Good night.
But Naiad wasn't ready to sleep.
She rose quietly and headed to a room.
Not her own—but her brother Naibusu's.
"...Naibusu, asleep?"
She entered silently and closed the door.
No response from Naibusu.
He'd ejaculated over 10 times in two days.
Exhausted, he'd ravaged Akane to forget his worries and sleep deeply.
Thus, dead to the world, Naibusu didn't notice his sister's intrusion.
-Rustle. Thud.
Naiad's white nightgown slipped to the floor.
"Naibusu. Asleep?"
-Thud, thud.
Then her bra.
And panties.
They fell like stepping stones from door to bed.
Before her sleeping brother's bed, the sister bared her pure white naked body.
"Naibusu."
No reply came.