Chapter 1 - Plot of the Elders (4/8)

But with this sister, it was not a real problem.

"It's getting late, so I've got to go."

"Okay. Good night, Mu-chan♪"

Her tone changed entirely, proving that the tears had been fake. She liked causing trouble for her little brother.

After hanging up, he shooed away the mosquitoes swarming him and stepped inside the house. In this day and age, a house with bad cell reception was very inconvenient.

Right inside the entranceway was the living room that had the walls to the kitchen and hallway torn down. There was a single bedroom and storage room in the back. The storage room functioned as a private room for Ange, so there were really only two rooms Mutsuki could use.

There was no one in the living room, so he moved to the back of the house and opened the south-facing window.

"~! Shahhh! ~~~!"

In the parking lot of a company closed for the night, Ange wore only a plain T-shirt and spats so as not to restrict her movement. She was fighting far more balls of light than there were mosquitos.

The lights floated with irregular movements and would sometimes spark as they attacked their target.

The girl would stop them and cut them down with a sword taller than she was that resembled a sheet of metal. The lights would burst into particles that would eventually gather with other particles to form new balls of light. The girl swept every last one of them aside as they made their never-ending attack.

Ange had trained like this almost every night since they had started living together. The lights had a temperature of several hundred degrees, so they hurt a lot if they touched you. They were known as Helios and she defended against them with Prominence, the sword so large that it looked hard to wield. She claimed the training was meant to hone her reflexes.

"Seh! Dah! Crush! Hahhhhh!!"

Any number of the lights could come from any direction, but the girl calmly deflected, endured, and dodged each and every one.

It looked like an ultra high-speed dance and it would have been impossible for a normal person.

The giant sword's core was wrapped in blue flames and it drew a trail of blue radiance through the dark night. At the same time, her sharp movements caused her red hair to flutter sharply like it too was a burning blade.

Surrounded by those flames of blue and red, the girl looked courageous and cool.

"…"

As her roommate, Mutsuki had seen this a few times already, but it always filled his chest with warmth. She was strong, she was beautiful, and she was working this hard for him.

"Thanks as always, Ange."

Watching might interrupt her, so he closed the window.

She was normally a willful and somewhat selfish girl, but when he saw her like that, he could not find it in himself to get mad at her. In fact, the childish gap made her seem all the cuter.

He was thankful she was protecting him and he wanted to get along with her.

And to do that…

"Heeeey! You there, Mutsuki-kuuuun?"

He heard Micha calling for him. It was apparently bath time for her because her voice came from the bath at the end of the hall.

He knew what she would want while in the bath, so he grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge before approaching.

"What is it?"

"I'm thirsty, so get me the usual."

This was normal. She liked taking long baths, so she often asked for a drink partway through.

He already had one, so he entered the changing room, slid the frosted glass door to the bath partway open, and held out the chilled bottle.

"Water? I want beer."

"Not a chance."

"You're too strict, papa. …Nn, I can't reach it. Bring it to me."

The tub was on the opposite side from the door, so reaching his arm inside was not enough to hand it to her.

With no other choice, the delivery boy blushed and stepped inside.

The house itself was falling apart, but the easily-dirtied bath had apparently been remodeled, making it much cleaner than the rest of the house. The faucet was split between hot and cold water which felt quite outdated, but the tiling on the floor and walls was brand new.

There was not a hint of mustiness, so only the scent of soap and the somewhat sweet aroma of an adult woman welcomed him in.

Micha was soaking in a deep, square silver tub.

"Phew… This bath is pretty big, but I wish there was room to stretch out your legs."

She had been in the bath long enough to be soaked to the core, so the corners of her almond eyes drooped sexily.

She was submerged up to her shoulders, but the twin fruits covered by a towel were floating up on the surface. Mutsuki's eyes naturally focused on their wonderful size and he blushed further. His heart pounded as he handed her the bottle.

"Thanks♡"

Micha immediately started chugging the water.

The boy was tempted to take a peek inside the tub, but since he had completed his task, he obeyed the reasonable side of his mind and started to turn around. But…

"Wait."

After draining half the bottle at once, she closed it and stood up.

"Since you're here…"

Her blonde hair was not as long as Ange's, but it would still cover her back.

She had swept it forward, revealing a surprisingly fit brown back with an animalistic eroticism to it.

Mutsuki looked away so as not to stare as he scrubbed a bubbly towel up and down.

"Ahhhhhh♡ Yes, yes. Just like that."

After warming herself up and getting her blood flowing, she had her favorite boy washing her back.

The young woman narrowed her eyes in bliss.

"I feel years younger. I should have you wash my body every night♪"

"…At least not more than one night in a row, please."

While she seemed satisfied, Mutsuki was extremely nervous having to rub his hands all over her naked body with only a towel in between.

(Micha-san really does have one hell of a body.)

Until this year, he had never understood what exactly a "sexy body" was, but he could tell her body was exactly that.

She had slender, feminine shoulders, a muscular back, and chocolate-colored skin that dully reflected the light. She had casually shown off her naked body ever since the day he met her, but he still found himself charmed by it.

(She's so pretty…and sexy.)

He naturally followed her curves with his eyes.

She had unbelievably long legs and they rapidly grew thicker from her ankles to her thighs. Those thighs had plenty of feminine fat. The butt positioned above them also had a mature amount of flesh that was squished down against the bath chair.

Her waist was as slender as possible, creating a flowing contrast to her hips.