Chapter 17: Scent of a Woman

Our strengths were not the only things that had changed in the past years. Sister and I did many things, such as physical training and studies. We changed in terms of physical appearance and mental awareness.

I grew up and nearly got 5-foot tall. My body has become more masculine as a result of leveling and regular exercise. I got toned muscles and had better physique than the people my age.

"Time to get out."

I get out of the water after I finish washing my body. I took a white robe and wrapped it around the wet body. I opened the massive door of the men's bathhouse and exited the room.

Along the way, the servants I passed kept walking fast, almost to the point of running. The clamor of exchanging requests and orders resonates along the wide corridor.

"Deliver this letter to the recommended pastry shop."

"Right away."

"And arrange a request for the fabrication of Young Lady's dress. This is the design of the dress and the measurements."

"Understood, Miss Mary."

Mary gave an order to the two maids just now. The mansion has been getting busy in the past few days, and it will get busier as my sister's social debut is around the corner.

The latter maid runs in my direction after taking the paper. It contains my sister's body measurements, and I cannot let this opportunity slip away. I am curious about my sister's body measurements right now, so I decided to take a peek.

When the maid was about to pass me, I accelerated my brain speed to the max. The limit of my Thought Acceleration right now is around seventy times faster than normal. It's still slow compared to my mothers, that's why I didn't waste even a split second.

I rolled my eyes while steading my head. I stared at the paper in the brown-haired maid's left hand as she ran past my right. I did not take my eyes off the paper even for a millisecond.

The gaze of my amethyst eyes followed the paper's trajectory without moving my head. Everything was so slow, and I could see every movement of the maid, including her splashing sweat and the bouncing of her bosom. I feel like I am using the visual technique of a famous clan in a famous ninja anime.

Within the suspended world, I scanned the paper and read its contents. The first thing I saw was the sketch of the dress. The design was a little too girly for my sister, and it is written that the color would be pink, which increases its girliness.

I shifted my gaze to the part where numbers clustered—my sister's measurements. There were so many details, but I ignored most of them. I focused my eyes on the three important numbers.

(Concentration!)

I silently cast a Level 1 Martial Art to enhance my focus and narrowed my mind to ignore the unnecessary information. And I internally widened my eyes as I was amazed by what I saw.

The world returned to its normal state, and the maid finally passed me and ran further behind. I did not looked or even turned my head and continued to walk like nothing happened.

('Bust - 87, Waist - 60, Hips - 85'.)

"No way…"

I said as I suddenly stopped my feet from walking and covered my mouth with my fingers. I really did not expect her to grow this much. If it continues at the same pace, she might attain the level of Mother or even Mom in a few years.

"Is there a problem, Young Master?"

"? Ah, no. There's no problem at all. Just forget what I said."

"If you say so…"

While I was in the middle of my visualization of what my sister would look like in the next few years, I was too absorbed by it and didn't notice that Mary was already in front of me.

"Then, I have to go and get dressed." I said as I stared at my robe.

"Please make it quick; you have a dance lesson with the Young Lady later."

"Oh. I totally forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me."

"Not a problem."

I got too absorbed of my training that I forgot my dance lesson. I can remind myself using the reminder functions of my computer brain but I forgot that too. I then hurried my steps to quickly reach my room and change my clothes.

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I went straight to the music room after I changed my clothes. I am currently wearing a white long sleeve shirt with black slacks paired with black leather tap shoes.

I checked myself first before opening the wooden door. I entered the room and looked around to see the alignment of various musical instruments.

I spotted my sister, who was standing beside the piano, and three other women. My red-headed piano teacher, Lesley Oddrey; the blonde American-looking violinist, Valentina; and our silver-haired dance instructor, Krishna.

Only Lesley had a surname, while Valentina and Krishna didn't. In this world, or maybe on this continent, only the royalties, aristocrats, rich merchants, and those granted knighthood peerage were allowed to have a surname.

The royal and noble titles were hereditary, but the knighthood was not. You must prove yourself first to be recognized as worthy of the title. By the way, my parents were former adventurers and got knighted after conquering the Imperial Dungeon.

"The Young Master has arrived. Let's start the practice as soon as possible."

"Alright."

"Affirmative."

As Lesley said, with a clap, we maneuver ourselves and get to our positions. I approached my sister and offered her my left hand.

"Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

"Yes, thank you; I'd love to."

She placed her right hand on my left as she accepted my request for a dance. Proper etiquette is a must when it comes to ballroom dancing. It indicates the formality of the event and shows your respect to your partner.

I guided her to the center of the room, where we faced each other. I raised my left arm straight over the shoulder; she did the same with her right. She put her left hand above the right shoulder as I placed my hand on her lower back.

(Too close!)

The distance between us was so close that we almost touched each other. I stared at her well-developed chest and remembered the paper that I saw earlier. My sister suddenly leaned forward and pressed her chest against mine.

"Eye contact is an etiquette in dancing. Don't just avert your gaze; look me in the eyes."

"I apologize."

I immediately apologized, as she said that while puffing her cheeks. I can feel the pressure on her chest as she keeps pressing it. She leaned back after I turned my gaze into her amethyst eyes. Personal space was also an etiquette in dancing.

Then the piano and the violin finally started to play. The music was composed (self-proclaimed) by me. It was one of the most famous pieces of music for tango, which is our dance, the Por Una Cabeza. In the event, it will be played by an orchestra, so we've got a violinist and an accompanist right now.

I named it 'Scent of a Woman', which was the title of the film where Por Una Cabeza was played. I named it after the movie title instead of the music title itself because the name of the music had something to do with horses.

Tango had differences from the common waltz. It is faster and more difficult than the waltz, which is why it is usually performed by intermediate-level dancers. But Por Una Cabeza was different. Aside from its beautiful melody, its choreography was easy to follow and easy enough for beginners to execute.

As the music started, I and my sister began to dance. Each step we took was executed with synchronization and precision. My right foot stepped forward, her left foot stepped backward, and vice versa.

Our movements were flawless, fluid, and filled with elegance. My sister spun and twirled her body at the right speed, perfectly timing her movements with the tempo. Her training and level might have something to do with it.

For every move she makes, her voluptuous breast keeps swaying and bouncing. Every time I touch her body, her body feels so soft, and her skin is so smooth despite having a four-digit defense stat.

And before we knew it, more than two minutes had passed and the music had come to an end. We faced the non-existent audience and bent our bodies to make a bow.

"Perfect! Just keep it up. You already memorized the choreography, but keep practicing until the last day to avoid forgetting it."

""Yes, teacher!""

Teacher Krishna applauded as the representative of the non-existent audience and praised our performance. My sister and I replied in unison after she gave us her advice.

"Let's call it a day. Take a rest and get ready for the next session. Goodbye."

We dealt with our own stuff and exited the music room. We siblings waved our arms to our teachers as they made their way out of the mansion gates.

"You kept staring at them earlier, didn't you?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"This."

"Oof!"

I could not help but open my eyes wide as my sister raised her chest using her folded arms. It is raised so high that I can see her cleavage peeking out of the unbuttoned part of her white long-sleeved blouse. I immediately turned my head and averted my gaze away from her.

"Do you really think that I didn't catch your gaze?"

"…Sigh. It can't be helped. You looked so beautiful today."

I gave up after a while and told her my excuse. Well, it is true that she really looked beautiful and gorgeous today.

"Hmph. If you say so... Then as a punishment, serve me some pasta."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

And that's how I ended my day today. I hunted T-Rex, danced with my sister, and cooked her pasta.

"Sigh." I sigh again as I stare at the setting sun.