7:29 PM.
Claude settled Siloque in, finished dinner, and unwillingly went to work overtime.
Hill carried a tray into Siloque’s room.
She saw that Siloque had only taken off his jacket and was lying down to rest, so she volunteered:
“Hill will help big brother change clothes!”
Mainly, both the T-shirt and pants had blood stains from exploring the Dungeon.
Sleeping like that was really too dirty.
Hill set down the tray and locked the room door.
She sat beside him and supported her brother’s upper body.
“Mm…?”
Siloque let out a weak moan, his eyes hazy.
As she helped him undress, the expanse of white skin under the lamp looked dreamlike, making Hill secretly rub against him.
Kind-hearted as she was, she even changed Siloque’s underwear, and though Siloque protested, he couldn’t resist at all.
How amusing.
“Right now, big brother can’t do anything without Hill~”
A strange sense of satisfaction filled her.
For the first time, Hill understood the fun of dress-up games, though she never played those types.
“If big brother wants, Hill can bring the game and stay in your room, so the first thing you see when you wake up is Hill!”
“No, go back…to your own room.”
Siloque pleaded with a pained expression.
“Too bad, Hill wanted to take the chance to sleep with big brother. Oh well, it’s time for the main event. Big brother, you need to eat something to replenish your strength.”
“Changing clothes…and eating…isn’t the order reversed?”
“Don’t sweat the details! Just accept Hill’s care, big brother.”
Hill brought over the Milk Porridge and Orange Jelly their mom had made.
“Hill will feed you.”
Whether from embarrassment or resignation, Siloque blushed and nodded.
Hill scooped some porridge with a silver spoon, blew on it to cool it, then brought it to Siloque’s lips.
His coral-colored lips parted slowly.
She gently placed the spoon in Siloque’s mouth.
His cheeks reddened further as he looked up at her.
Hill smiled at him, and he quickly lowered his gaze, chewing and swallowing the food.
“Is it too hot?”
“Mm…just right.”
“Really? Good.”
Calmly, she blew on the porridge again, then offered it to Siloque.
Siloque, still blushing, continued to eat.
After the bowl of Milk Porridge was empty, Hill asked,
“Can you still eat jelly?”
Siloque nodded, then said:
“Um…sorry for troubling you this time, Hill. I realized my own inadequacy… Without you, I couldn’t have safely left the Dungeon or dealt with… that scum.”
“It’s nothing.”
Hill patted her chest proudly.
“Hill is big brother’s Partner. Whenever, you can rely on Hill.”
“Thank you…”
Hill scooped the trembling Orange Jelly with the spoon and fed it to Siloque, who swallowed it with a flushed face.
“Eat slowly. If it’s not enough, Hill can get more for you.”
“It’s fine… This is enough…”
Hill enjoyed this peaceful moment.
I hope the bond between us can build up layer by layer like this.
No need to rush, no need to worry, just accumulate slowly.
***
During dinner, Hill convinced her parents not to call a doctor for Siloque and to let him rest for the night and see how he was.
Afterward, she soaked Siloque’s and her own dirty clothes in water and tossed them into the washing machine.
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, she used a Magical Towel item to clean off stains from the Light Armor, Small Leather Shield, and other gear.
Watching the gifts from her brother return to their clean state, Hill, covered in suds, smiled in satisfaction, watched a video on her phone, sprinkled some Light Maintenance Powder, and studied the Maintenance Method.
Two more hours passed—
“Hill, go play a game to relax, but don’t stay up late, and get some rest.”
Normally, Hill would have gone to play games right away.
Especially since today she’d been to the Dungeon, and there were 12 mobile games on her phone that still needed daily sign-ins and resource tasks done.
The Bio-4 expert difficulty challenge she’d promised big brother also hadn’t been cleared yet.
But Mom was acting so suspiciously that Hill couldn’t relax.
“Wait, Mom.”
The two faced off in the upstairs hallway.
Hill, in pajamas, grabbed her mother’s—Cohen’s—shoulders.
“What is it?”
Cohen squinted her eyes, smiling gently at Hill.
“What are you sneaking around in big brother’s room for? And the bath towel in your hand…”
“Nothing, Mom’s just moving quietly. I just wanted to help little Siloque take a bath. Your dad just tossed him onto the bed and left, covered him with a blanket, and left. Too irresponsible. That won’t do, right?”
“Mm…true. But Hill already helped big brother change clothes.”
“That’s not enough. You two worked so hard in the Dungeon today, you must be sweaty. Little Siloque can’t sleep comfortably like that. It’s fine, Mom just wants to wipe the sweat off him. Absolutely no evil intentions.”
Cohen was only 35 years old, and maybe because she was always busy with housework or helping at the community committee, she was well maintained.
Her long, shiny black hair, inherited by Siloque, made her look like a university student.
The thought of someone like her helping big brother bathe, the two of them in a steam-filled bathroom…
Hill pouted.
“Let Hill do things like wiping big brother’s body.”
She reached out to take the bath towel.
Cohen dodged backward, a strange glint of “desire” in her eyes.
“Checking a son’s development is a mother’s right, Hill, don’t interfere. I saw both of you naked when you were little. Looking again won’t hurt.”
“Too shameless, parental rights are too shameless! This is Mom’s real intention! You even sneaked into big brother’s room!”
“Hmph, Hill, you have no right to say that. Mom knows, you locked Siloque’s room when you went in, didn’t you!”
“Uh…”
Hearing a groan from inside Siloque’s room, the two women unconsciously lowered their voices.
Hill covered her mouth and whispered:
“Big brother is really tired. Don’t disturb him.”
Cohen grinned slyly and offered a compromise.
“Hill, you haven’t bathed yet, have you?”
“Mm…mm?”
“Actually, Mom hasn’t either. Little Siloque hasn’t either… Why not, together?”
“Together…”
Hill could almost see devil wings sprouting from her mother’s back.
The bathroom is so small, won’t three people be too crowded?
But this is a great chance to see big brother’s naked body, completely exposed.
And big brother’s resistance is weak right now.
No matter how you handle him, he won’t put up much of a fight.
You can see every inch of his fair, beautiful skin, and make it even smoother with soap…
Yeah, Mom’s right.
If it were Hill, after intense club activities, sleeping without bathing would be really uncomfortable, all sweaty and smelly.
Especially hair.
Long and sticky and itchy feels awful.
Weapons and armor need maintenance, and big brother’s white hair should be cared for too.
She already fed him, so what’s another step to help clean his body?
“To help big brother sleep well, Hill will clean thoroughly.”
Hill’s cheeks flushed as she met Cohen’s eyes and saw her victorious smile.
As if making a pact, the two silently nodded.
Hill has the right to self defence in his own private domicile, how much more betrayal he could get from his family? This is the moment Hill became the Bay Harbour Lucky Bast*rd