Leave the issue with the lock aside for now.
Siloque was afraid that if he stayed silent, Hill would keep standing there, and it wouldn’t be good for her to catch a cold.
He immediately responded:
“You cannot.”
Siloque gripped the edge of the bathtub, answering in a decisive tone.
The scene in the bathroom from that night flashed through his mind again, and his body instinctively felt hot… it must be because of the water temperature.
On the surface, he looked incredibly serious.
He knew that even if his mind understood the situation, he couldn’t help but think —
‘My sister is so beautiful.’
“Hill wanted to give Brother a little fanservice incident.”
“I appreciate the gesture, but no means no.”
“Ugh… Hill understands.”
After closing the door again, Hill let out a resentful sound.
Surprisingly, Hill accepted it quite decisively.
No, wait, why am I surprised?
Why does my heart feel so disappointed!
Siloque splashed the surface of the water, his inner thoughts as turbulent as ocean waves.
He didn’t know if Hill was doing it on purpose or by accident, but behind the hazy frosted door, she began to put on her clothes piece by piece.
The rustling sound of friction reached his ears.
“…Hill, can’t you go out to change? I can see everything.”
“So, rather than seeing it directly, Brother prefers the curves of wet clothes.”
It seemed she was being “accidentally” intentional.
As expected of my sister, she accurately guessed my preferences.
“It is still okay for Hill to come back in now.”
“If you come back in, I’m afraid I’ll violate the Minor Protection Law.”
“Then Hill is coming in — “
“Stop.”
Fortunately, his sister didn’t actually come in and continued to get dressed slowly.
Separated only by a door was the young girl’s body; the flickering silhouette created a distorted, suggestive atmosphere.
Siloque simply buried his head in the hot water to soak.
‘Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Purify the six senses.’
He accidentally opened his eyes underwater and discovered that the Saint Sword had entered Combat Mode at some point.
Pwah!
He raised his head again.
Fortunately, Hill’s figure was no longer behind the door.
“What am I doing…?”
Siloque slumped against the edge of the bathtub, and a significant amount of water suddenly overflowed.
‘Have I become weak because of Beren?’
‘To have a girlfriend and still feel excited by my sister…’
“I really am… the worst…”
Checking the LINE app on his Ring Chart, it showed that twenty minutes had passed since his message was read, but Beren hadn’t replied.
Is she busy?
Or does she not want to talk to me?
“I guess this is punishment for my own arrogance.”
Lately, the women around him had been very kind to him, and he had gotten a bit too carried away.
Siloque toyed with his hair, curling the tips into a circle.
He received several LINE messages of concern from Cass, Bried, and his mother, Cohen.
Siloque replied to each one.
He pulled up the Status Window to check the surveillance and confirmed there were no abnormalities.
In reality, it didn’t matter if he checked or not; it was purely to pass the time.
After all, if the Barrier detected any suspicious objects, it would automatically send an alert to his Ring Chart.
Asmodi’s Sacred Tools really are convenient.
There was still no news from Beren, and Siloque felt a sense of loss.
If he soaked any longer, his skin would start to wrinkle.
He simply stood up from the wooden bathtub.
*Buzz — *
The Ring Chart rang.
With a casual glance, he saw it was a message from Beren.
“What…!? Whoa — “
His foot slipped, and he fell back into the tub.
“What’s going on!? This incredibly beautiful selfie — !?”
Siloque felt himself ignite.
It was a selfie of Beren.
The photo only showed her upper body.
Whether it was her hair or her clothes, Beren was perfectly groomed.
She wore a white, low-cut camisole that revealed a natural cleavage, while a light, transparent shawl draped over her shoulders added an air of elegance.
She tilted her head slightly, resting her cheek against her hand, her eyes hazy and alluring.
‘It confirms my previous theory. Beren really was a hidden beauty.’
‘Long live my girlfriend.’
— Oh my god! You look too good!! —
— You could practically be a beauty YouTuber —
— Actually, never mind, don’t do it. I don’t want that many people looking at you! —
After sending three messages in a row, Beren replied a moment later with a proud emoji of a meerkat crossing its arms.
— That’s it? —
She only sent back those two words.
— I really want to squeeze them! —
— Go die —
He didn’t expect to receive such a heartening selfie; he was truly happy.
Afterward, Siloque shamelessly asked Beren for a few more photos, only to be scolded by her.
He felt even happier.
***
At the same time.
“Hehe… heehee…”
Sitting on the bed in her room, Hill’s face was flushed, and she wore a strange, cunning smile.
‘Hill saw it…’
Perhaps it was only for a split second.
Or perhaps Brother himself hadn’t even noticed it.
‘The periscope surfaced.’
“What do you know? Compared to that Beren person, Brother still cares about Hill a lot.”
Hill rummaged through her backpack and pulled out the black Winning Underwear.
No one would come to disturb them tonight.
The doors and windows had all been checked. LOCK ON.
It was time to make Brother realize Hill’s charm!
During their time acting together in the Dungeon, she would make Brother realize that Hill was also a moist and vibrant girl.
“Hill, I’m finished — “
Steam rose from Siloque’s body as he walked out of the bathroom, drying his long hair with a towel and looking quite content.
Hill thought her brother would scold her for what happened earlier, but he unexpectedly looked very happy.
‘Then it’s time for Hill to perform!’
She grabbed her carefully selected pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.
She spent a full thirty minutes washing in the bathroom, carefully cleaning every inch of her body and filing her nails until they were smooth and beautiful.
Hill stood before the mirror, using cream and lotion to make herself clean and fair, and then put on the silk pajamas that had cost her a fortune.
“Rather than a strong perfume, Brother should still prefer a fresh and natural scent.”
She tried to tighten her underwear to make herself look more well-endowed.
After blow-drying her hair, Hill slowly smoothed it out.
With her hair down, she looked several degrees more mature in the mirror.
“Haa… okay, no bad breath either. Hmph, if I get serious, even Hill thinks she’s incredibly pretty.”
Even if Brother was unwilling, how long could he hold out while playing games with her in this hormone-fueled state?
Thinking of Siloque’s flustered and shy appearance, a smile curled on Hill’s lips.
It was time for the sister’s gorgeous figure to overwrite the memory of Beren.
‘Stain him with my color.’
Full of confidence, Hill opened the door.
Upon stepping out, she noticed the lights in the entire room were very dim.
A small lump rose from the bed.
Hill had a bad premonition.
‘Could it be… no way, it’s not even that early.’
She leaned in to look at the outer side of the double bed, and it was a nightmare-like scene — Siloque was already sound asleep, wrapped in the blanket.
Hill let out a small “uwah” as tears began to fall:
“Brother, you idiot! You can even let meat that’s been delivered to your mouth go!”
***
May 19, Wednesday.
“…Class is over. Regarding the habits of monsters… it will be on the exam…”
After the first period ended, Priss scanned the classroom.
The students were doing what they usually did, no different from any other day.
The seat belonging to Siloque was empty.
He must have taken his textbooks and other belongings with him when he went back.
However, no one approached that spot.
The students passed by it in tacit agreement.
Even if someone walked toward the window seat, no one touched it, as if it possessed an invisible Human-Repelling Barrier.
‘Is the fear from that time so deeply rooted…?’
Just as Siloque had said, throughout the entire day yesterday, no one asked Priss about his whereabouts, what had happened, why he wasn’t in class, or if he was sick.
Human hearts are dim, and the ways of the world are cold.
“Haa…”
‘But what does that have to do with me?’
Priss yawned as she wiped the whiteboard clean, picked up her lecture notes, and left the classroom.
“Um, excuse me, sorry to bother you, Ms. Priss.”
She turned around to see a young girl with an orange ponytail.
She remembered her as a student in the class.
Bried Taros, Cass’s teammate.
“Is there… something? Miss… Taros.”
“Is it true that Siloque went to perform a Dungeon Task?”
‘It seems there’s still someone who cares about you, Siloque Dasvey.’
“What… is your… relationship with him?”
Priss did not answer the question directly.
In her memory, it seemed Bried and Siloque didn’t have a very good relationship.
To be specific, Priss herself had never seen the two of them speak to each other.
“We are… neighbors with a good relationship, childhoo — no.”
Bried paused for a moment and then corrected herself:
“Yes, friends. A master and apprentice relationship,” Bried said coldly.
She shook her head, her beautiful ponytail swaying as if she were shaking off her confusion.
“I wanted to ask, did Siloque tell you specifically when he would be back? He told me he was going to perform a task on the First Floor.”
“Oh…”
‘That guy Siloque, does he even lie to his own neighbors?’
‘It’s only going to get harder to cover for later.’
“…Neighbors… then his… family…”
“His family also said he went to the First Floor for a task.
Yesterday, I checked the records in the Dungeon Hall for all previous information regarding First Floor Dungeon Tasks.
There are indeed similar tasks, but the specific completion time varies from person to person.”
“What did he… say himself?”
Bried lowered her eyes.
“When I messaged him, he said he wasn’t sure either.
So I wanted to ask the teacher, how long did Siloque request for his leave?
It would be nice to have something to look forward to.”
‘Something to look forward to?’
‘Are you a wife waiting for her husband to return from a business trip?’
‘Then again, Siloque told me not to reveal that he went to perform a Dungeon Task.’
‘No… the first class just ended, I’m so sleepy.’
‘What a pain. I really want to go back and take a nap.’
‘I can’t believe I have to help a student maintain a lie.’
She would just say whatever.
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks… I just have to endure until then, right?”
Gurgle —
Priss heard Bried’s stomach let out a dragon-like roar.
“Thank you, Ms. Priss. Sorry to have bothered you.”
Bried maintained her expressionless face, but her pale cheeks turned rosy.
She bowed and hurried away.