May 19th, Wednesday.
“Mmm…”
The pressure on his chest woke Siloque up.
What’s going on? A flaw in the house construction? An enemy attack?
He cracked his eyes open slightly, ready to confront what might be an intruding monster.
The faint outline of the invader, illuminated by the thin dawn light slipping through the window, was right in front of him.
Then Siloque relaxed his shoulders.
In a certain sense, it really might be a monster—a numerical monster.
But to Siloque, she was an adorable, clingy black cat. Because the one sleeping soundly on his chest was a young girl.
Even though she had a slender build and long legs, and her steps were light and bouncy like a fluffy pom-pom when she was happy, the weight pressing down on him made him keenly aware of her growth—no matter how unwilling he was to admit it.
No matter how many times he warned her, she treated it like wind past her ears and still snuck under his blanket in the middle of the night whenever she felt like it.
Looking at her sleeping face, Siloque couldn’t help but sigh through his nose.
Last night Hill had even suggested something overly intimate like “scrubbing each other’s backs.”
Just thinking about his sister wrapped only in a bath towel, practically naked…
Siloque’s face filled with dark lines as guilt washed over him.
If it hadn’t been for Beiren’s selfie cooling him down, he probably wouldn’t have slept at all last night.
The last time he used that skill, his body had overheated—it was beyond his control.
And even then, Hill had hesitated while helping him bathe.
Yet last night she casually suggested bathing together.
Just like her performance in combat, her mental growth and adaptability were far beyond what he’d imagined.
Hill’s enthusiasm was way higher than he expected.
Like right now—she had her own bed, yet she insisted on sleeping in the same one as him.
Was she influenced by that intangible “openness of sleeping outdoors” feeling?
Just in case, he’d at least install a lockable handle in the bathroom later, plus a little “Occupied” sign.
Hill had inherited her father’s soft golden bangs, which swayed gently.
Her long, drooping lashes trembled slightly.
She mumbled something in her sleep, curled up like a sleeping cat, and tucked her head under the blanket.
Her innocent sleeping posture made Siloque smile softly—until he noticed his nose felt unbearably itchy.
Hill’s head was under the blanket, which naturally put the top of her head right in front of his nose.
She was always proud of her hair, which she usually tied into twin tails, and never forgot to take care of it. It carried a milky fragrance different from scented oil.
Mixed in was a scent that didn’t seem like Hill’s usual one.
Siloque couldn’t help swallowing.
It wasn’t because a cute, defenseless sleeping girl was making his mind wander—he was just desperately holding back so he wouldn’t cry out from the bad premonition.
“No way.”
He lifted the blanket.
Hill, cold from the sudden exposure, curled up tighter on his chest.
She was wearing extremely sheer pajamas.
“…Oh my god.”
Why was she wearing something like this?
Hill was already one meter sixty-five tall and had an attractive figure.
Combined with her enticing natural scent and these pajamas, the destructive power Siloque felt upon waking was comparable to a third impact—
No, actually, it wasn’t.
“Phew… thank goodness.”
Siloque’s expression melted like cotton candy. He felt relieved.
He had thought his little sister was lying on him completely naked.
Good thing that didn’t happen, or he’d really be eating Claude’s fist.
Siloque lowered his half-raised head back onto the pillow, stared weakly at the ceiling, and checked the ring chart’s surveillance feed.
No unusual incidents had occurred last night or now.
Hill was still squirming sleepily, searching for the missing blanket.
Siloque grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently, but the sleepyhead rubbed her face hard against him.
Her hands latched onto his neck and slowly tightened.
Wrong choice.
He should have carefully pried her hands off first, then slipped out of bed quietly.
If this kept up, he was about to get choked out again!
“Hill!”
“Mmm… Brother, it’s still early…”
“——!!”
If Siloque got serious, he could break free, but he was afraid of hurting her. While hesitating about the safest way to escape the bed—
Before he realized it, his vision started to darken.
There really were soft protrusions.
Something dreamlike in softness, cute like a water balloon, was pressing right against Siloque’s face.
The first time Hill used Stealth Walker, a similar “traffic accident” had happened.
So girls’ chests were already this soft at this stage.
He had thought they needed to be bigger and rounder to feel this plush.
I hope I completely forget this when I wake up.
In his final moments, Siloque calmly thought that—then everything went black.
Whether from practice or instinct, when Siloque was forced back into unconsciousness, Hill’s hands sensed the lack of resistance and appropriately relaxed their grip.
The blanket in Siloque’s hand fell away. Hill finally grabbed it, pulled it back over herself, and settled in.
***
This morning when I woke up, I heard sparrows chirping outside.
Brother was cooking chicken bone broth! Wearing light loungewear and an apron, he even said to me, “Good morning, Hill. Breakfast is almost ready~”
Where did this perfect wife come from?
Trying to steal my heart!
But there was a strange mark on brother’s neck.
When I asked, he said it was from a stretching mishap during soft exercises.
But to Hill, it looked exactly like Mom’s signature sleeper hold.
Could brother have suddenly gotten interested in wrestling?
It was almost noon already—I slept way too much.
Hill went to the washroom, quickly finished getting ready, and was about to change out of last night’s pajamas when she paused to think.
Last night wasn’t a total loss.
She had confirmed that brother wasn’t as straightforward as he appeared.
Probably because the pajamas weren’t effective enough.
When brother brought the soup to the table earlier, the way he looked at Hill was exactly the same as usual.
No trace of that eager, shy gaze…
Last night’s operation was a complete failure.
Brother had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and Hill spent too much time preparing—she missed the biggest “kill shot” moment.
Her miscalculation.
Hill needed to reflect.
She messaged Tiya Sis on LINE about the pajama operation failing. Tiya replied:
—You you you you you you— (message retracted)
—So jealous… You two really have a great relationship. But Hill, at your age, maybe don’t get so physically close to your brother? In every sense—
—Hill is currently living in a two-person world with brother. This is exactly the time to do bold things I wouldn’t normally dare—
—No! That won’t do! Siloque, he’ll definitely %¥#— (the rest was deleted, rewritten, deleted again, etc.)
Hill burst out laughing.
Tiya Sis’s reactions were always so dramatic and entertaining.
After chatting a bit more and venting her feelings, Hill turned off her phone screen.
Right now, brother’s clear targets were Katy and Beiren.
If she wanted to defeat them, Hill might need to adopt a different approach.
Maybe she shouldn’t be so aggressive?
In galgame terms, Katy was the urban mature-woman type.
Hill’s character tags were “little sister” and “youthful girl.”
The “little sister” tag was a double-edged sword.
It gave legitimate reasons to get close to the person she liked, but made it hard for that person to notice or confront those feelings directly.
Hill looked in the mirror. Thanks to her rising Lv, her skin stayed smooth and dewy even without much maintenance.
That natural maturity Katy had… After last night’s lesson, Hill shouldn’t try to imitate it forcefully.
Maybe she should switch to a lane that suited her better and let brother recognize her charm that way…
For now, slow and steady was better.
Enjoying their sibling relationship while enveloping him in gentle warmth sounded nice too.
The Hill in the mirror gave a mischievous grin, then—
“Achoo! Ugh, so cold…”
This seduction item (the pajamas) was still too thin.
The semi-transparent materials highlighted her figure, but the warmth was terrible.
Hill changed into her usual hooded rabbit pajamas, finished getting ready, and enjoyed the delicious breakfast brother had made himself.
Because we’re on surveillance duty—or rather, waiting for the old man to show up like guarding a tree stump for a rabbit.
Brother told Hill they’d be living in this treehouse suite for the next few days.
No going outside to grind monsters, no walks below to avoid being spotted.
But sitting on the balcony enjoying the breeze was fine—the barrier would keep them hidden.
Huh… this kind of thing—
This is amazing!
Doesn’t that mean we can play games all day, and stay glued to brother with zero problems?!
The only inconvenience is no online shopping… oh wait, even if we ordered, no delivery person could reach the third floor anyway.
Also, even though we took leave from school, the teacher still wants to do one-on-one online classes with Hill.
Says she’s worried about my grades or something.
Seriously, what’s with this passionate heroic teacher?
No need to care so much about Hill! Passing is enough!
Hill complained to brother, only to be told to study hard.
He’d review for his own final exams nearby, plus various miscellaneous study materials beyond the finals.
If she didn’t understand something, she could ask him.
No choice—Hill couldn’t just game all day; she had to finish her lessons first…
Sigh.
She thought going into the dungeon meant no more studying.
Ten minutes later.
No way, so sleepy.
The math problems the teacher was explaining were more effective than magic at putting Hill to sleep.
Her eyes closed several times—if brother hadn’t reminded her, she’d have face-planted on the desk long ago.
Just as Hill’s eyelids were fighting each other and drool was about to drip from the corner of her mouth—
At two twenty-two in the afternoon, a tremendous noise rang out.
It shook Hill’s note-taking pen off course. She thought it was an earthquake.
But Hill knew the dungeon didn’t have earthquakes unless brother used his skill, so she realized someone was attacking their love nest.
Hill absolutely would not allow anyone to disturb them!
Being at such a high vantage point, Hill immediately prepared to cast magic in style.
Attacking from above gave them the advantage.
A long-unused skill was finally getting its moment.
Hill was itching to blast the enemy to bits (finally an excuse to skip homework!).
But brother immediately stopped her.
He showed her the surveillance feed on the tablet: several elk as tall as dump trucks were rubbing their antlers against the tree.
He even explained the elk’s physiological features and habits while she hurriedly jotted notes in her little notebook.
After all, this was dungeon-related knowledge—the more she knew, the better.
Ugh… no chance to go out and fight, back to listening to the teacher.
Fortunately, brother brought her a cup of his specially made cocoa (super delicious!), and Hill took the chance to sit in his lap (so warm and soft!). Suddenly she wasn’t sleepy anymore.
Spending the day like this—hazy, lazy, doing nothing, just being with brother—wasn’t bad at all.
The only regret was that they couldn’t play badminton.
Hill knew if she asked brother, he’d definitely find a way to set up a badminton court, but she decided not to trouble him.