Why Do You Call Me Sister?
It was a strangely languid and peaceful afternoon at the Feast, quite unlike the usual hustle and bustle.
For some reason, there were no guests today, and even Goluk was fast asleep in his room, snoring loudly.
Thanks to this rare respite, the women of the Feast were enjoying a brief, sweet moment of freedom, each in her own way.
Luciel was quietly doing laundry in a corner of the small, sunlit courtyard, slightly removed from the chatter. Dipping her hands into the cold water of the wooden tub, she wrung out the soapy undergarments and the other girls' suggestive outfits, hanging them on the clothesline.
It was an utterly mundane scene, one she could never have imagined back when she was the Emperor.
The thought suddenly occurred to her that perhaps these ordinary, simple moments were the greatest luxury one could enjoy in a place like this.
Just then, she heard light, cautious footsteps sneaking up behind her like a timid little rabbit. A clear, slender voice, brimming with excitement, called out brightly.
"Sister!"
The voice was as bright and cheerful as sunshine.
Luciel frowned slightly and snapped her head up. Wiping her wet hands on her apron, she turned around to find the half-elf, Sia, standing there with a beaming smile, her arms piled high with a mountain of her own colorful lingerie.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her large green eyes sparkled with far more life than usual. She looked like a child who had stumbled upon a secret treasure.
"Are you doing laundry too, Sister? I want to hang mine up with you! This is perfect! It's so boring doing it alone!"
Without even waiting for Luciel's reply, Sia scurried over and set her laundry down on the ground. She looked just like a puppy eagerly following its master.
"Sure, go ahead. Do as you please."
Luciel replied with feigned indifference, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to Sia's colorful, dizzying array of laundry. She wondered what kind of mindset one needed to wear such things—or rather, what kind of clients actually enjoyed them.
Unlike her usual quiet and passive self, Sia seemed exceptionally energetic today.
Her steps were light and a smile never left her face, as if she were a child going on a picnic. The undergarments she had brought were covered in fluttering ribbons, sheer mesh, and provocative, suggestive lace.
The colors were incredibly diverse, ranging from a blinding neon pink to a dreamy, bluish lavender, and even a burning, vivid crimson.
It was like looking at a collection of various poisonous mushrooms. As she hung them up one by one, she hummed to herself, occasionally giggling behind her hand as if sharing a private joke.
While she looked utterly innocent, there was also something fragile and precarious about her.
How much longer could this naive, delicate girl survive in a cesspool like this? Fearing that even this laughter might one day vanish, Luciel felt a sudden pang of anxiety.
"You don't really wear such naughty, flashy lingerie, do you, Sister? I feel like you'd only wear plain white cotton underwear, like a nun. Something clean and untouchable? Hehe."
Sia nudged Luciel's side playfully. Her fingers were slender and soft.
"But honestly, with your figure, you'd look amazing in things like this. Like that sky-blue mesh set I splurged on at the market the other day! Your skin is as white as snow, so the contrast with the blue would be incredibly sexy!"
Her eyes sparkled, delighted by the mere imagination of it.
"Why on earth would I wear something like that? It's not my taste, nor do I have any need to wear it. I have absolutely no intention of seducing men in that manner."
Luciel cut her off bluntly, but in truth, she was a tiny bit curious. Just a tiny bit. What would I look like in something like that? It was a thoroughly feminine curiosity, one she could never have conceived of during her days as the Emperor.
"Oh, come on, just try it once, please? I swear it would look absolutely stunning on you. You could make any male client kneel at your feet! You'd get so many more tips, too! Then we could buy ourselves all kinds of delicious food!"
Refusing to back down, Sia clung to Luciel's arm, begging like a child. A faint, sweet floral scent drifted from her.
Luciel gently shrugged off Sia's touch and turned her head away, feeling a bit exhausted by her persistence. Then, she casually voiced a question that had been lingering in her mind for some time.
"By the way, why do you keep calling me 'Sister'? There's no proof I'm older than you, and you're a half-elf—you're clearly an adult over twenty. I don't recall doing anything special to deserve being called that by you. If anything, I've mostly been cold to you."
At Luciel's sudden question, Sia's laughter died down. She stared blankly at her for a moment before finally speaking.
Her eyes held a faint, nostalgic memory, along with an undeniable sincerity. She looked like someone revealing a long-cherished secret.
"Do you remember that day? Not long after you first arrived here. I overslept that morning and couldn't prepare any of the breakfast, so the other girls were giving me a terrible time."
"Was that the day you were about to get smacked on the back by the hulking Lahara? Or the day Bruka almost grabbed you by the hair? You get into trouble so often that I can barely keep track."
Luciel faintly recalled the memory. She had thought of it as a trivial, insignificant matter.
She had only stepped in because she felt a bit sorry for her, and because she couldn't stand the noise anymore. Had it truly meant that much to this girl?
Sia nodded vigorously. Her eyes seemed to glisten slightly, her tear-rimmed gaze reflecting the bright sunlight.
"Yes, that exact day! You didn't say a single word, but you washed all my breakfast dishes for me. Even that greasy frying pan I hate cleaning the most—you made it shine like new. You did it so quietly, as if it were your own chore. None of the other girls noticed, but I saw everything from the corner of the storage room. I was so incredibly touched. You looked like an angel descended from heaven, Sister."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Washing a few dishes makes me your sister? That's a bit simple-minded, isn't it? I only did it because I pitied you and didn't want to get dragged into any more annoying drama. I didn't care about you at all."
Luciel retorted cynically, still unable to comprehend.
Looking at Luciel, Sia let out a soft, beautiful laugh that was as clear as sunshine. Her smile was pure, entirely devoid of pretense.
And then, she spoke in a low, secretive whisper, as if sharing a precious, monumental secret solely with Luciel.
"To tell you the truth, Sister... I've always liked women. A lot. I think women are far more beautiful and gentle than men."
"..."
Luciel was momentarily speechless. It was an entirely unexpected confession.
"I've been this way since I was very young. Whenever I saw pretty, kind older girls, my heart would flutter, and I'd want to hold their hands. Others called me strange, but I couldn't hide my feelings."
Though Sia's face was slightly flushed, her gaze was unwavering, proud, and honest. She looked like someone releasing emotions she had suppressed for a very long time.
"And? What does that have to do with me? I'm far from the pretty, kind type you're talking about."
Luciel asked with feigned indifference, but she was internally flustered.
"You... you are the coolest person I've ever met in this place, Sister. Truly. More than any knight or prince."
Sia clasped her hands shyly behind her back and looked up at Luciel as if gazing upon a revered hero. Her eyes were filled with pure adoration.
"You barely speak and you're always alone, but strangely, you seem to watch over everything and know everything. And when it really matters, you quietly step in to help without a word, then walk away. That is just so incredibly cool."
At Sia's heartfelt praise, Luciel looked up at the sky in silence. During her reign as Emperor, she had heard countless flatteries, but this small half-elf's words struck her deeper than any grand tribute ever had. Slowly, she spoke.
"You really are a strange girl."
"Yes, I know I'm strange. That's why I like you even more, Sister. You don't look at me like I'm weird at all. You have no idea how much comfort that gives me."
"So, are you hitting on me right now?"
Luciel asked directly, with a hint of playfulness. Yet, deep down, she was already beginning to soften under the girl's pure sincerity.
"Yes."
Sia answered without a single moment of hesitation, firm and lovely. Her face held a mixture of shyness and absolute certainty.
"I want... I want to have you, Sister."
"You certainly are bold."
Luciel let out a dry chuckle, dumbfounded but not entirely displeased.
Emboldened by Luciel's reaction, Sia nodded once more. Suddenly, she reached into her pile of laundry and pulled out a sky-blue mesh bra as if it were a prized treasure, thrusting it toward Luciel. The bra was so tiny and skimpy that it was doubtful whether it could cover anything at all.
"Sister, try this on! Actually, I got this specifically for you. I knew it would look perfect on you. I sneakily took a very precise guess at your size in the shower room yesterday, so it should fit perfectly. Hehe."
She giggled brightly, like a mischievous child.
"Are you teasing me? How could I possibly wear something like this!"
Luciel looked at Sia with a flustered expression, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity. She felt her face grow warm at the bold suggestion.
"I feel like I could do anything for you, Sister! If you accept me, I'll give you my everything! Hoho."
Sia laughed even more excitedly, taking Luciel's reaction as the ultimate compliment.
"No, what I mean is... *Sigh*."
Luciel let out a long sigh.
She had no idea how to handle this quiet, eccentric, and somehow dangerously alluring half-elf.
Yet, strangely, she didn't find it unpleasant or offensive.
If anything, a long-forgotten emotion seemed to make her heart flutter, if only a little, for the first time in ages.
That evening, while Luciel was idly dusting off an old book and reading in her room, Sia quietly slipped through the door like a shadow.
In her hands, she held the sky-blue mesh bra and panty set she had shown Luciel earlier, neatly folded. In her other hand was a small, rustic wooden box.
Though Luciel couldn't tell what was inside the box, she felt a strange, ominous, yet sensual premonition.
"Don't do anything foolish."
"Hehe, Sister!"
A moment later, Luciel stood before Sia, her face flushed with embarrassment, yet her eyes holding a strange look of anticipation. The sheer mesh clung precariously to her pale skin.
It was a stark contrast to her usual indifferent demeanor—she looked unexpectedly voluptuous and seductive.
"Wow! You're... you're so beautiful, Sister! It suits you even better than I imagined! Truly... you are dazzlingly beautiful!"
Sia circled Luciel in genuine awe. Her gaze burned with a mixture of pure admiration and intense desire.
"Quiet...! Stop staring! I told you I'm embarrassed...! I'm taking it off right now!"
Luciel covered her peach-flushed face with both hands, utterly flustered, but Sia gently yet firmly took hold of her trembling hands. Sia's hands were small, but they were burning hot.
"No, Sister. You're so beautiful, why take it off already? Tonight... won't you stay with me tonight? I want to be the only one, the absolute only one, to see you looking this dazzling."
Sia's voice was low and sultry, her sweet breath trembling with excitement. Holding Luciel's hand, she led her slowly and gently toward the bed, as if performing a sacred, intimate ritual.
Luciel did not resist. No, she could not resist.
Perhaps she, too, was slowly opening her heart to this beautiful half-elf who was so pure yet bold, and who shared a strange resemblance to her in some ways.
It was as if she had found a tiny, unexpected comfort and a forbidden warmth in this hellish Feast. Or perhaps she had simply resigned herself to accepting it all, like an inescapable fate.
That night, the room of the two women was filled for a long time with secret, sweet, and sometimes passionate whispers, muffled giggles, and wet, breathless groans.
Only the cold moonlight outside the window silently illuminated their secret, burning intimacy.
Luciel felt her body awaken to entirely new sensations under Sia's delicate, passionate touch.
As Sia's soft, moist lips gently nibbled on her slender neck and her small, hot tongue slid up to lick her sensitive earlobe, a thrilling shiver slithered through her entire body like an electric current, like a snake. A low groan escaped Luciel's lips.
"Ah... Sia... not there... ah... no...!"
Sia gently cupped Luciel's swelling breasts with both hands, taking a plump, erect nipple into her warm mouth. As she sucked gently and swirled her hot tongue around it, Luciel let out a breathless moan and threw her head back, her long eyelashes trembling.
"Nnh... slurp... chu... so sweet, Sister..."
"Ah... ah... mnh... Sia, you're... you're too good at this... I've never felt this way before...!"
Involuntarily, Luciel pulled Sia's small body closer, burying her face in the girl's soft, golden hair.
The fragrant, sweet scent of wild flowers blended with Sia's unique body odor, paralyzing her reason.
Sia gently kneaded and caressed Luciel's full, supple breasts, sucking on her nipples—flushed red like ripe wild berries—softly at first, then with growing boldness and persistence.
Luciel gasped repeatedly, overwhelmed by an intense, dense pleasure she had never experienced in her life. Her pale thighs twitched and crossed on their own.
"Ah...! S-Sia...! Please...! Stop... no, wait... more... do it more...!"
It was entirely different from the rough, clumsy, and one-sided touch of the men she had known. This was soft, delicate, and intensely passionate, as if caressing her very soul.
"Ah... ha... it feels good... so good, Sia... your touch... your lips...!"
The bodies of the two women flushed hot, as if they might melt into one another. The sound of their smooth skin rubbing together, the scent of sweet sweat, and the thick, musky aroma of arousal filled the dark, humid room. Sia carefully opened the small, worn wooden box she had brought earlier, handling it like a sacred relic.
Inside lay cold, smooth jade beads that gleamed faintly in the dark, soft and ticklish ostrich feathers, and tools exquisitely crafted from smooth ivory—bizarre, obscene shapes whose purposes were easily guessed.
They cast a strange, ominous glow in the darkness.
"Sister, I... I prepared these specifically because I wanted to make you feel even better. You don't have to be afraid. I'll be very gentle, and I'll make you feel more ecstatic than anyone else in the world. Just... just leave everything to me. Trust me."
Sia's voice was sweet as honey, and even in the dark, her green eyes sparkled with a warm, uncontrollable passion, as if trying to reassure Luciel.
Sia's slender, small fingers, followed by the cold, smooth ivory tool, gently caressed Luciel's most private and sensitive spot—her clitoris, swollen like a tiny pearl. As the tool deftly slid into her secret garden, which was already slick with moisture, Luciel trembled violently from the intense, alien pleasure that felt like a powerful electric current. She cried out Sia's name desperately.
Every nerve in her body stood on end.
"Sia... ah...! What... what is this...! Ah...! It's strange... so... so strange, but it feels so good...! I'm going crazy...! I've never felt like this before...!"
Though flustered by the deep, precise, and relentless stimulation, Luciel's body reacted with absolute honesty, craving an even stronger, deeper pleasure. Her slender waist arched instinctively, moving in rhythm with Sia's hands. Her legs wrapped around Sia's waist.
Watching Luciel's ecstatic reaction with adoration and a sense of triumph, Sia explored her hot body with even greater skill and boldness.
The soft feather brushed against every corner of Luciel's sensitive skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine, while the cold, hard jade beads continuously stimulated her hot, sensitive depths, evoking a fierce, entirely new kind of pleasure.
Involuntarily, Luciel writhed, surrendering herself completely to Sia's burning touch and the relentless movement of the tools. Her pride as an Emperor, her past glory, her anxiety about the future—none of it mattered in this moment. Only raw, primal pleasure ruled over her entire being.
"More... Sia... please... deeper... harder...! Don't stop...! Do whatever you want with me... ah...! You can break me...!"
Forgetting all shame, Luciel let out cries of honest, desperate desire alongside her muffled groans.
Sia pressed her plump lips fiercely against Luciel's wet ones, greedily sucking on the soft, hot tongue that peeked out. Luciel's saliva tasted incredibly sweet.
"Mnh... slurp... chu... ha... Sister...!"
"Ah... ah... Sia... your tongue... it's so hot...!"
Luciel's hot tongue slid boldly into Sia's mouth, swirling passionately.
Tightening their arms around each other's necks and heads, they pulled each other closer, their hot, soft tongues tangling in a fierce, breathless embrace. The wet, squelching sounds of their kissing echoed obscenely.
Driven to even greater heights of arousal by Luciel's active participation, Sia cast away her last shred of reason, driving her partner toward a frantic, ecstatic climax.
Her small fingers and the cold tools moved like a maestro playing a beautiful instrument, sometimes infinitely gentle, sometimes breathtakingly passionate.
"Ahhh... ahhh... Sister...! You're so hot inside...! It feels so good...!"
Sia's delicate body trembled slightly.
"Ha... ah... ah... mnh... Sia... you're so hot too...! Everything about you...!"
Clinging to each other as if trying to fuse their bodies, the two women instinctively rubbed their sweat-slicked, burning thighs together. Luciel's plump, hot mound ground against Sia's slender but equally burning one, their highly sensitive clitorises clashing and rubbing together in a dizzying friction.
Accompanied by wet, lewd squelching sounds, Sia's high, plaintive whimpers and Luciel's low, sultry groans merged, echoing louder and louder in the dark room.
"Ahhh... I love it so much, Sister... ahhh... haaa... I'm going crazy...! Your scent... your skin...!"
"Nnh... ah... ah... ha... ah... Sia... me too... I love it so much too... if it's with you... like this...!"
Finally, Luciel's pale body arched like a bow, shuddering as she reached a violent, explosive climax that turned her entire world white. She cried out Sia's name at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face as a powerful wave of orgasm crashed over her entire body.
"Ha... ha... Sia... ah... I want all of you...! I want to feel everything...!"
"Sister... I love you... I want to have all of you too...! Forever...!"
Were these tears of shame, or tears of liberation? Or perhaps an explosive release of complex, sweet, and intense emotions tangled together?
This was entirely different from the forced, one-sided encounters she had with men; it was a delicate, profound communion of souls. Not a one-sided exploitation, but a mutual, pure longing, indulgence, and affection. Perhaps this was a form of true love, Luciel thought faintly as her consciousness began to drift.
"Ahhh...! Sister...! I... I'm really... going to cum...! Ahhh!"
Sia's body convulsed violently as she, too, released her hot fluids.
Had she found an unexpected salvation in this hellish Feast? Or was she falling into an even deeper, inescapable abyss of sweet depravity?
There was no answer, but at least in this moment, Luciel felt with her entire body that she was not alone, and that even in this horrific, despairing place, a tiny warmth and hope could exist.
In Sia's warm, fragrant embrace, Luciel forgot everything and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep for the first time in a very long while. A faint smile lingered on her lips.
