Chapter 91: Deep Cleaning

Siloque, sweating, was not sleeping soundly.

In his hazy state, he felt someone hoist him up, shoulder to shoulder.

A faint scent of lemon drifted by, awakening his senses.

Suddenly, the space ahead brightened, bathed in a soft orange glow.

It was the white incandescent light above.

He was gently placed onto a small stool.

Where is this…?

Changing Room?

“Brother, you’re awake? Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Siloque opened his eyes fully.

Before him was his sister’s cheerful smile.

“Hill… your face… is so red…”

“No, brother, it’s just the light. The light made you see it wrong. Alright, brother, Hill will help you undress, so be good, okay…?”

Hill’s face was so red it seemed to steam, her breath hot and excited.

“I can… do it… myself… wait, why are we undressing again…”

As he tried to raise his hand, it was grabbed by another, larger hand.

“Little Silo, you don’t need a shower now. Just need to wipe your body. Bathing is unnecessary. Too much water makes it hard to dry, and you could catch a cold sleeping.”

“…Cohen…?”

“Ah, you should call me ‘mom’ here, you know.”

She smiled—then with one swift motion, pulled down Siloque’s gray pajamas.

Haah?!

His lower body was suddenly chilly, leaving Siloque in only his underwear, forced to confront the situation.

Why are my sister and mom helping me change clothes in the Changing Room?

I appreciate the kindness, but I can change myself!

And why do I have to change so many times in one night!

Powerless to resist.

“Wait—”

Cohen began unbuttoning her own shirt.

With each button undone, the faintly pink, voluptuous cleavage usually hidden beneath her blouse became more visible.

Pulling at her light blue underwear, the two unsealed ‘white rabbits’ bounced slightly, the scent of sweat mixed with milk growing sweeter.

“Gulp.”

So big…

Will Hill be this big someday too?

No, this isn’t right!

Cut off these impure thoughts.

As a gentleman, Siloque felt this was inappropriate and simply closed his eyes.

“Brother, you’re really so innocent.”

Shut up!

Don’t you realize who’s responsible for this situation?!

Out of sight, out of mind.

If the other party was just an ordinary beauty, Siloque might boldly admire her, but since they were family, he refused to view them with such lecherous eyes.

“Mom, don’t undress in front of brother!”

“What’s the problem? We’re all family. Hurry and help wipe down little Silo so he can get back to bed and rest. Come, Hill, let mom help you undress too—”

“Hill can do it herself! Ah! Brother, don’t look!”

I’ve had my eyes closed the whole time!

If you didn’t want me to see, you shouldn’t have brought me to the Bathroom.

Next came the sound of rummaging opposite him, and Siloque felt something placed over his face.

“Alright, now brother can’t see anymore.”

A Sleep Mask.

“Oh oh oh, Hill, you’re still wearing bear-patterned panties… so cute.”

“So what, Hill likes these panties. Ugh, mom’s figure is even more amazing than Aunt Wang’s. So jealous.”

“Hill, you’re still growing. You’ll definitely surpass me someday. Speaking of which, it’s been a while since Hill bathed with mom. Let’s use this chance for some good bonding!”

“Don’t—don’t just suddenly hug Hill! Guh! Chest… suffocating…”

The mother and daughter bickered playfully, making Siloque feel overwhelmed.

Mistake…

Even with his eyes closed, his other senses grew sharper.

The sound of underwear being unclasped.

The slide of clothes dropping.

The pleasant scent of hair cream.

Slippers slipping off feet.

The feel of steam brushing his skin as the door opened on the left.

Bare footsteps tapping closer.

This couldn’t go on.

While they were busy horsing around, Siloque quietly tried to move…

“Brother, next we’ll help you undress. It’ll be over soon.”

“Little Silo, relax.”

“!”

Two hands pressed down on his shoulders, both reassuring and preventing escape.

“Stop… don’t…”

Outside Siloque’s blindfolded vision, Hill, wrapped in a towel, and Cohen, openly displaying her graceful figure, gazed at him with Hunter’s Gaze.

Claude! Save me!

In stories, it’s standard for some unexpected event to interrupt a scene like this!

***

No unexpected event interrupted.

Siloque was stripped and carried into the Bathroom by the two.

He felt his dignity shatter to pieces—whatever happened, he no longer cared…

“No matter how many times I see it, little Silo’s hair is so enviable. It doesn’t even look like it needs Hair Cream, it’s so pure and natural.”

“Brother already touched Hill before, so Hill touching you now isn’t unreasonable, right?”

“Hill…? What are you… saying…?”

Inside the Bathroom, Siloque wore a Sleep Mask, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, sitting upright on a plastic stool.

Cohen sat behind him, combing his white hair, while Hill kneeled at his side, applying Ointment to his skin.

Why are these two acting like it’s natural for the three of us to bathe together?

Because this is the world of yellow oil, so everyone is just more uninhibited here?

Honestly, the logic makes sense, and this is the body I’m in.

Two girls—especially two good-looking girls—and one guy, in a small Bathroom…

Beyond sight, his other senses picked up everything: every water droplet falling from Hill and Cohen’s bodies, he could hear clearly.

Just imagining the scene inside the Bathroom…

No, no, no, no, don’t imagine! Don’t think!

He forced his muddled brain to keep functioning, suppressing his spear.

“This Ointment can also be used as a Bath Additive. It’s a gift from a friend of mom’s at the Committee. It also removes Mites from the body.”

The sticky, slightly gritty Ointment spread across his body, applied with the gentle, soft hand of a girl.

In any case, resisting was useless.

All Siloque could do was pray for this ordeal to end quickly.

“A white-haired brother is so charming. How should I put it? Like the feeling of revealing one’s true self, like a true name release.”

What are you even saying? You just want to call me cooler, don’t you.

“Alright, all done. Mom will help wipe you down too.”

His white hair was twisted into a ponytail, then coiled into a bun atop his head—a ‘manju’ hairstyle.

It made it easier to wipe his body without getting hair in the way.

“Brother, your hairstyle looks amazing right now.”

“……”

Two warm towels, one from each of them, wiped away the sticky sweat and Ointment from his neck, arms, underarms, chest, ribs, stomach, face…

Aside from private areas, they were honestly cleaning him.

Siloque’s lips curled up slightly.

No matter what, his family really did care about him.

Then his smile faded.

These two, who treated him so kindly, he viewed them with tinted glasses.

They were working hard to serve him…

Calm down! Stop thinking about it!

With the filth removed, his pores relaxed, and Siloque felt much more comfortable.

“Little Silo has really grown up—bigger even than dad’s… Is this also thanks to training with that child?”

“Uwahhh, brother’s, this… it’s not even SG-09R, it’s a Skull Crusher…”

Even without seeing, he could feel some unknown gaze on his lower abdomen.

Instinctively, he squeezed his legs together and hunched over to hide himself.

You’re definitely talking about my abs from training.

Yeah… it must be that.

“Yahhh!”

A too-comfortable, gentle stimulation made Siloque cry out uncontrollably.

Who?

Who touched my gun barrel!?