Chapter 103

The seductive laughter ringing in my ears, sweet yet warm with the scent of skin.

Excitement makes my breath quicken, and I want to grab tightly with my palms against the softness pressed against my pajamas.

The softness of her buttocks rubs against me.

My throat feels dry, as if parched. I can’t hold back.

“Kuh… Yeonghwa…!”

If this continues, I might end up merging with my sister in the bedroom to the point where the estate could burn down.

In a panic, I reach out and grab Yeonghwa’s waist, the safest-looking part, trying to pull her down from my stomach.

“H-Hyaah?!”

Though she didn’t show it outwardly, Yeonghwa, stiff from tension, lets out a startled cry as Mantian grabs her side.

She loses her balance and falls.

Of course, not backward or sideways, but forward.

“……?!”

Yeonghwa’s body collapses onto Mantian.

Naturally, their chests touch, and a soft sensation is felt.

Both are caught off guard by the situation.

At this close distance, their eyes widen as they gaze at each other.

In the quiet room, their heartbeats intertwine, and the sound of their pounding hearts grows louder in their ears.

“Brother…”

The longing of a pitiful girl flows out.

“Am I not enough?”

Hearing the unease in Yeonghwa’s voice, Mantian snaps back to reality. Now is not the time to worry about trivial things like his hardening lower body or personal dignity.

It was time to reassure his precious sister.

He places his hands, which had been aimlessly floating, on Yeonghwa’s back and waist.

“More than enough, overflowing. But I’m sorry. My answer remains the same.”

He gently but firmly embraces her, not letting her escape.

“I can’t give up on you or Guhae. I can’t let go of my feelings.”

He thinks to himself that he’s being selfish, but there’s no helping it.

“This is who I am.”

He whispers sincerely in a tender yet serious voice.

“I will cherish you, protect you, and love you for a lifetime.”

“……!!”

At those words, Yeonghwa’s hands grip the blanket.

Her already racing heart beats faster, and her ears turn red.

Cherish, protect, and love your sister.

The three Zoroastrian commandments Yeonghwa had jokingly made Mantian swear to fulfill her selfish desires.

He had remembered them all this time.

He had seriously accepted her childish whims.

‘That’s right… Brother has always been like this.’

He had shown his true self to her, who had tried to keep her distance by wearing a mask.

He had stood against the guardians of the esoteric sect.

He had fought fiercely against the assassins of the Heavenly Demon God Sect to protect her.

He had told her he liked her, loved her.

But ironically, that’s why…

Had her eyes grown accustomed to the darkness? She gazes at his greedy, shining amber eyes.

Feeling his affection directed at her, she bites her lip.

…She had no choice but to acknowledge Guhae’s existence.

To doubt his feelings for Guhae would be to doubt his love for her.

The real brother she met in a life filled with nothing but fake smiles.

Her only Xiaoshian.

Yeonghwa and Mantian’s faces draw closer. Their moist lips lightly touch.

Though their tongues don’t intertwine.

Like small birds touching beaks, they exchange affection and breath.

Consciously not making it too intense because of Guhae.

A relationship bound by a red thread.

No matter what anyone says, she is his rightful wife.

After the kiss, she smiles as if there’s no helping it.

“Brother… you’re such a coward.”

“I have nothing to say to that.”

Mantian also smiles shamelessly, accepting his cute sister’s sweet criticism.

A warm, cheerful atmosphere even in the darkness.

Feeling happy, Yeonghwa rests her head against Mantian’s chest.

She feels the warmth of her beloved brother.

…But then, as expected, she senses something strange.

Her slightly raised head tilts cutely, forming a question mark.

“Huh? Now that I think about it… something’s been poking my butt and thighs… what is this?”

She rubs her thighs against something that has risen between them.

“Kuh… Yeonghwa! Wait a moment!”

At her innocent question and actions, Mantian’s face turns red and then pale.

Regardless.

“Is there… a stick hidden under the blanket?”

Yeonghwa moves aside and sits on the bed.

“Huhu~ No matter how much a master loves their weapon, you could get hurt sleeping like this.”

With a relaxed smile, she gently reaches under the blanket.

She grabs the protruding object.

The thin summer pajamas make its shape clearly felt.

“……?”

It’s big, thick, hard, and hot.

One, two, three. About three seconds later.

“?!?!?!?!?!”

Realizing what it is, Yeonghwa’s face turns red, almost exploding. Her mouth hangs open.

Her pretty eyes swirl in confusion.

“Ah… ah… so, that’s… I…?!”

She hurriedly gets up from the bed and backs away.

“Uh… sorry for disturbing you so late. Good night!”

Yeonghwa, embarrassed by the unexpected situation, hides her flushed face and runs to her room.

Left alone in the room, Mantian looks up at the ceiling with a tired expression, his shameful erection still standing.

Unintentionally, Zoroastrianism-approved sister love.

They had taken one step closer to merging in the hallway.

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…And upon reaching her room, Yeonghwa, without realizing it.

Recalls the sensation of what she had held and moves her hands to gauge its size.

“So… about… this big?”

She swallows and unconsciously brings her hands to her lower abdomen.

“……!!”

Then, startled by her own actions, she shakes her head with a red face.

“Shameless! Vulgar-!!”

Trying to shake off the foolish thoughts.

She locks the door, gets into bed, and pulls the blanket over her head.

“It’s all because of Brother…”

She didn’t used to be like this when living at the Zoroastrian temple…

She gently touches her lips.

Feeling her unsteady heart, she tries to fall asleep.

***

Near the Martial Alliance, at the Sima Family estate.

In Sima Bu’s private office.

Tap- tap- tap-!

Sima Bu’s index finger taps the desk at regular intervals, expressing his displeasure.

He looks at his subordinate, Jang Sam, who’s been spouting nonsense about his precious child.

“…What did Tian say?”

“Well… he said he’d take both the Jiegal Family’s young lady and his cute sister… and have three wives and four concubines…”

Jang Sam, while gauging his master’s uncomfortable expression, honestly reports what he heard.

But what he gets in return is Sima Bu’s sharp glare.

“…Are you messing with me right now?”

“……”

Jang Sam feels like crying from the unfairness.

Well, even as he said it, he wondered if it was true, but still.

‘Damn… what am I supposed to do when he really said that…’

Jang Sam, serving as both a servant and bodyguard for the Sima Family, feels the difficulty of his role once again.

Anyway, Sima Bu rubs his temples and lets out a sigh.

“Sigh…”

Honestly, Sima Bu doesn’t think Jang Sam is lying about something so trivial.

But it’s just too absurd, so he had to double-check.

It’s more shocking than when Tian barged into the Dragon and Phoenix Association and earned the nickname ‘Clever Tiger.’

…And the father of a daughter listening nearby.

Poong Baek also makes a displeased face, recalling how Mantian had charmed his precious daughter, Poong Ran.

But that’s not the immediate concern.

The real reason Sima Bu has a headache. He points to the letter on the desk and asks.

“What are you going to do now?”

“What else? When a renowned top-ten master invites you, of course, you go.”

Sima Bu’s wolf-like amber eyes widen, baring his teeth.

He glares at the invitation from Zhuge Yang, the ‘Strange Dragon’ of the Zhuge Family.

[Invitation to Celebrate Mantian and Guhae’s Engagement]

The letter’s content is roughly as follows.

‘I heard your son took my granddaughter-like Guhae’s lips. Take responsibility.’

‘And do you play Go well? Mantian, being your son, must be good. I look forward to it.’

Without the parents’ permission.

They’ve already become engaged.

Falling into Zhuge’s trap, he feels.

Those shameless Zhuge Family bastards… his teeth clench.

Whether it’s really for the engagement or some other deal, it’s unclear.

But one thing is certain.

“I oppose this engagement.”

He crushes the engagement invitation in his hand.

“What’s lacking in our Tian that he has to engage with some rootless girl whose father we don’t even know?”

‘Uh… honestly, isn’t it because he’s a cripple?’

Jang Sam momentarily thinks that but wisely keeps his mouth shut.

The room is filled only with the growling of an angry wolf father.