Is it still okay if siblings do naughty things under the table? (Part 2)

The dream came to an end and his mind started to process the world around him. He was breathing heavily and he could feel his hips moving in a steady rhythm. In this moment, he was in a state of both the dream world and reality. It was like he knew what was going on in both worlds and his body felt hot down between his thighs. In a moment, he could hear a knock on his door followed by the rush of a liquid oozing out from between his legs. It took his mind a second to process what had happened but before he could, Alyice entered the room.

— Good morning, master. I was wondering have you…

There was a moment of silence as Ryzelia and Alyice stared at each other. Ryzelia could see that Alyice was missing one shoe and that he had a shoe covering his sword. Alyice’s cheeks flustered a soft cherry red as he placed his hand over his mouth and slightly averted his gaze.

— I see you made good use of my shoe, master.

— Okay… I can explain…

Ryzelia began to think about the best way to explain what had happened.

— There is no need to explain, master. We have more pressing issues. Your mother and sister, along with the Fyairen family, will be arriving within the hour.

Alyice grabbed his shoe and placed it on the floor before slipping his foot slowly into it. He could feel the warm liquid spreading out and seeping through his sock – getting between his toes.

— You know you don’t have to wear that shoe.

— I only have one pair of shoes for work, master. Since I don’t have time to clean it, I’ll just have to wear it and deal with this warm, squishing feeling around my left foot.

Alyice blushed and drew back the curtains on the window. The sunlight poured into the room, brightening it like a swarm of fireflies.

— I’ve already drew you a warm bath and set out your outfit. I suggest you get changed quickly, master.

With a cheerful smile, Alyice exited the room as Ryzelia sighed. I’m beginning to think that me and my older sister were a bad influence on him, Ryzelia thought as he stood to his feet. Pulling up his shorts, he made his way down the hallway and into the bath. Stepping inside the bathroom was a small area for holding clothes. On the left, Ryzelia could see where Alyice had laid out his usual outfit consisting of his white frilly top and matching skirt, black over-the-knee socks, black leather boots which stopped just below the knees and black overcoat. Alongside his main outfit were two ribbons – one black, the other pink – and a black fingerless glove with a white lace ribbon. Removing his sleepwear and placing it in the wooden chest, he entered into the bath and scrubbed off his body before getting into the large tub. His body relaxed into the warm water and he closed his eyes. I hope my older sister doesn’t try to embarrass me or anything, he thought as the memories he had with Lyciael came flooding back.

He recalled the time that Lyciael had sent him a gift by mail when he was still at the academy. It was a grand wooden box that held a vial of green liquid. At the time, he was unsure about what the liquid was until he learned the hard way that it was a mixture which caused him to moan at random times of the day like a girl. This continued on for a week until Ryzelia decided to send her a gift in kind – a potion that forced her to giggle uncontrollably. From then on, the two of them engaged in pranks with each other that kept Ryzelia sane during his time at the academy.

After allowing himself a nice soak in the tub, he put on his outfit and tied up his hair into his signature pair of twin-tails. Once he was ready, he made his way down to main living area where Alyice was busy dusting off the various bookshelves and other furniture within the room. The room was spacious in its design with a large brick fireplace that accented the centre north wall. Around it were small objects like vases and other miscellaneous things that served little purpose other than to decorate the manor – as well as increase the workload of the maids forced to keep the rooms clean and free of dust.

— Did you have a nice bath, master?

— I did. I’m sorry about what happened.

— There is no need to apologise, master. I’m not bothered by it, Alyice said blushing slightly.

— I’m starting to think that my sister and I were bad influences on you.

— Perhaps. Was it not fun though, master? Alyice asked with a cheerful smile.

— Hmm. Well, I guess it was. It’ll be nice to see her again.

— Indeed, I miss Lyciael and her enjoyable personality, master.

— Anyway, I’ll be in the study. When they arrive, please inform me, okay?

— As you wish, master.

Ryzelia made his way into his study only to find Elyiena sitting in his chair with her feet propped up on the desk reading one of his alchemy books. She was dressed in her black corset with various crimson laces that revealed her bellybutton and a matching black frilly skirt that had carmine coloured accents. She wore a pair of white thigh-high stockings and a black pair of high-heels.

— I’m surprised to find you here, reading a book no less, Ryzelia joked as he sat down in the other wooden chair beside Elyiena.

— Well, I was hoping to get you to massage my feet. High-heels hurt, you know?

— I’m sure you could get Blythe to give you one.

— But it’s more fun with you. Besides, when you finish, I could give you a massage.

— I don’t need you to massage my feet.

— I wasn’t going to massage your feet, Elyiena said winking.

— No thanks. I’d rather we just quietly sit and read.

Elyiena smiled as she placed her feet in Ryzelia’s lap.

— You sure about that?

— …

— Come on, Ryze. We have about an hour until our families get here. Let’s at least have some fun.

— I already had a shower.

Moving her heel slowly against Ryzelia’s weakest area, Elyiena gently stroked the shaft of the tree rising under his skirt. Ryzelia blushed as he watched his skirt fold back, revealing the tall tree now standing firmly up. With a playful smile, Elyiena teased pushed the sole of her heel against his erection.

— Should I do it with or without heels?

— I would rather you stop…

— So both?

Before Elyiena could remove the strap, there was a knock at the door. Standing in the doorway was Alyice.

— Master, it appears that both noble families have arrived a bit earlier than previously thought.

— Thank you, Alyice. We shall meet you down in the foyer soon enough, Elyiena said with a smile.

With a bow, Alyice exited the room.

— Guess we have to finish this during dinner, Elyiena said with a smug expression.

Standing to her feet, Elyiena held out her hand and smiled.

— Shall we go see our family, darling?

Ryzelia took Elyiena’s hand and the two of them made their way down the halls to the first floor. Entering into the foyer, the two of them them exited the manor as their maids opened the front doors. At the gate, they could see two carriages being drawn by two white horses each. They were majestic in their stride, a sense of pride in each step as their hoofs clacked against the cobblestone in a way that sounded like a march. The carriages contrasted the horses in colour with a deep shade of black, yet, the ornate golden trim made them stand out among a normal carriage. Continuing up to the entrance, the carriages stopped and both of the doors opened. Out of the of the front carriage were two young girls with ashen white hair and pink eyes. Lyciael had not changed much as Ryzelia could recall. She was dressed in a frilly black-laced corset with a matching ruffed skirt that showed her seductive black stockings and black laced boots that stopped just below her knees. Over her outfit was a long overcoat similar to Ryzelia’s but was in a white colour.

Beside Lyciael was Ahyshia, Ryzelia’s mother who still looked the same as she had when Ryzelia left on his own to bond with his future wife. Ahyshia, like her children, had long platinum white hair that she kept tied off to the left side with an amethyst coloured ribbon. She wore a ruffled black dress that revealed her shoulders and accented her breast to an enticing degree, along with a matching short skirt that made her thighs a rather alluring feature on her body. Her stockings drew up to her thighs with the left one a black colour and the right one a white colour. At the top of her stockings could be seen a set of crimson red ribbons for decoration and finishing off the look with a pair of black leather boots that stopped just below her knees. Around her waist could be seen a crimson coloured alchemist belt with a pouch where she kept various potions and poisons. Around her left wrist was a silver bracelet with a skull that had ruby gemstone eyes in the sockets making it look as if it was staring into a person’s soul – the bracelet as a whole was in the shape of a bone. She wore a white overcoat with many pockets on the outside and inside like her daughter and son.

The only thing that stood out was the rapier that was sheathed on her hip and had a unique skull on it. In truth, it was the first time Ryzelia had ever seen his mother with a weapon and did not know that she was skilled in the use of the blade or if it was merely just for show.

— Hey, little bro, did you manage to plunge your sword into her sheath yet?

Silence. Everyone turned to Lyciael while Ryzelia held his head down and pressed the palm of his hand against it. He sighed heavily. Elyiena could only blush as she averted her gaze from the lewd question Lyciael had asked. She had been taken completely by surprise, as did both her parents who were at a lost for words. Even both maids were stunned by what they heard, echoing through the air. A bird flying overhead could only watch the events transpire to the point it forgot where it was flying before hitting the bricks of the manor’s exterior and falling to its death within moments when it hit the cobblestone pathway.

— Would you mind killing me, right now, please? Ryzelia asked under his breath.

— Hopefully my father doesn’t try to kill her.

Ryzelia stepped forward and smiled, hoping to try and calm the awkward silence with a friendly greeting.

— Welcome all, I’m so glad you could come.

Elyiena’s father coughed before looking over to Ryzelia. He eyed him like a wolf.

— You don’t appear to have gained any muscle and I highly doubt you could hold a sword in your hand.

— Father, could you please not do this? Elyiena asked as she sighed heavily.

— No! He must prove his strength to me, right here and now!

Without warning, lord Fyairen rushed forward with haste as he unsheathed his blade. Before lord Fyairen could close the distance, he noticed Lyciael had managed to stand between him and his intended target. Holding out the palm of her hand, she blew a small puff of dust that entered his eyes and mouth.

— Hey, old timer. I’m not about to let you harm my little brother, okay? Lyciael said with a cheerful tone and smile yet somehow it was still cold and dark.

Before lord Fyairen could hit the ground, Ahyshia gently held him in her arms from behind and lowered him down. She smiled as she looked over to lady Fyairen.

— I’m so sorry about that, Zyaria.

Zyaria smiled and waved it off.

— It’s fine. The man needs a nap. He’s been on pins and needles worried about his darling girl.

Ahyshia smiled as she looked over to Alyice and Blythe.

— Alyice, Blythe, could you two carry him to the guest room, please?

— Yes ma’am, both maids said in unison.

Alyice and Blythe both grabbed lord Fyairen and headed inside.

— Anyway, little bro, did you make her cauldron bubble up by inserting your ingredients correctly? Lyciael asked with a cheerful smile.

— If you keep it up, I’ll make your cauldron burn, Ryzelia said in a joking tone.

Lyciael giggled as she hugged her brother tightly. Ryzelia relaxed as he enjoyed the loving embrace of his sister. He had not seen her for some time and he was finally glad to be able to share the many things that he had learned from all the work he had done.

— I hope you have been keeping up with your studies, Ahyshia said with a smile as she placed her hand on her son’s head.

— Don’t worry, mother, I have. I’ve even began study in the medical field.

— Is that so? I’m happy to hear it, Ahyshia said with a smile.

A chilling cold ran up Elyiena’s spine as Ahyshia turned her gaze to her. She was elegant in her stance and it was clear that behind her cheerful smile and kind eyes was a woman who would murder the whole world if it so much as breathed the wrong way. This was not the first time Elyiena had felt this feeling. There was something about Ahyshia that always seemed to make her uneasy.

— Elyiena dear, how are you? I hope you have been kind to my son.

— Y-Yes ma’am… I haven’t done anything lewd or tried to tease him in anyway!

Ahyshia smiled as she placed her hand on Elyiena’s shoulder.

— Is that so?

Elyiena began to quake with fear at the intimidating aura from Ryzelia’s mother.

— Would you kindly try harder. After all, we want to see the two of you to get together. Remember, a rusty sword is a dull sword. Always polish the blade.

— Polish it real good! Lyciael chimed in with a smile.

Making their way past Ryzelia and Elyiena, Ahyshia and Lyciael entered the manor while Zyaria smiled. Elyiena could not help but blush at the comment the two impish girls had said. All she could do was avert her gaze away from them. Ryzelia appeared unamused with a half-moon stare. He was prepared for his mother and sister to embarrass him but not to that degree.

— Those two mean well, pay them no mind. They are just as excited to see the two of you get married as I am. Take your time and allow the feelings to grow naturally.

Without realising it, Ryzelia noticed there was a little girl clinging tightly to Zyaria. She had has long red hair that was tied off into two perfectly symmetrical pigtails with purple ribbons matching the colour of her eyes. She wore a white ruffled dress that revealed her shoulders and puffed up around her wrist. Her short skirt stopped just at her thighs and was layered twice in a white and black colour scheme. The pair of white stockings that drew up to her thighs complemented the rest of her outfit and her pair of white high-heels.

— Oh, Mlyiena, say hello to your sister and her husband, Zyaria said as she motioned for the little girl to step out from behind her.

Mlyiena stepped out from behind her mother and stared down at her feet. She fidgeted with her fingers for a moment as she tried to piece together the words that she would say.

— H-Hi…

Ryzelia smiled and bent down to meet eye-level with Mlyiena.

— It’s nice to meet you Mlyiena.

With haste, Mlyiena stepped behind her mother again.

— I’m sorry that she’s so shy, Zyaria said with a smile.

— Hey, little sister, when we’re done with dinner, we can play a game together, okay?

Mlyiena nodded at Elyiena and followed closely behind her mother inside. Elyiena turned to Ryzelia.

— Sorry that she’s so shy. Don’t take it personality.

— It’s all right. Anyway, shall we head inside and let the embarrassment begin?

Ryzelia and Elyiena entered the manor and made their way into the living area. The two of them sat down at one of the couches while the others sat down across from them. For a moment, the room was silent until Alyice and Blythe entered the room.

— We have laid lord Fyairen to rest in one of the guest rooms. Blythe shall be ready to serve the food in ten minutes and until then, I shall serve everyone drinks.

— No need to make me one, Alyice. I have my own, Lyciael said as she pulled out a black flask with ornate golden accent.

— Still drinking that stuff I see, Ryzelia said as he leaned back into the couch.

Elyiena gently rested her head on Ryzelia’s shoulder.

— What’s in it? Elyiena asked.

— A drink that none of you can have, Lyciael said with a wink.

Alyice returned with a tray of cups and two glass pitchers of coffee and tea. He placed the tray on the table in the centre and served everyone their desired drinks. Once they had all finished their drinks in silence, Blythe entered the room.

— I am sorry for the delay. All of you may enter the dinning room where we will begin with a course of beef, rye bread and fish. Alongside the meal will be a cup of red wine.

The idle chatter started up as everyone made their way to the dinning room. Ryzelia and his older sister sat on one side while Elyiena and her little sister sat across from them. Both their mothers sat at the head of the table. Unlike normal, the table had been covered with a white tablecloth that draped down to the floor. Once the food and drinks were served, all of them began to dig into their meals. A few moments passed before Lyciael finally spoke.

— So, little bro, did you ever manage to find the rare Nightsbane plant that grows in this region?

— I did. Was able to mix up several good potions with some ingredients from the town.

Ryzelia continued his conversation with his older sister before he felt something brush up against his leg. It was a brief moment but he wondered just what he felt. Looking over to Elyiena, she was sipping her coffee like a dignified noble girl. What was that? Maybe it was just the tablecloth, Ryzelia thought as he turned back to his older sister.

— So, why have you decided to partake in the study of the medical field, Ryzelia? Zyaria asked as she picked up her cup of tea by the handle.

— Ah, well, you see…

Before Ryzelia could say anything, he realised what he was feeling against his leg. It was the soft stocking foot of Elyiena and her toes slowly moving up his leg. He failed to form words for a moment as he lost his train of thought. The soft stockings underneath the table made his sword swell up.

— Ryzelia?

— Yes, sorry, I…

Ryzelia looked over to Elyiena who had a cheerful smile on her face. She’s doing this on purpose, Ryzelia thought as he felt Elyiena move her foot up between his thighs.

— I wanted to help people, Ryzelia said as he felt Elyiena’s foot moving higher.

Her other foot followed upward while she continued to tease Ryzelia.

— Ryzelia is so kind mother, he helped Blythe when she was injured and me as well when I got sick, Elyiena said with a cheerful expression.

Under the table, she continued to wiggle her toes against his thighs before placing her feet between his legs – ensuring her feet stayed under Ryzelia’s skirt. She could feel the warm heat radiating from the elongated shaft before the tip touched her toes. It’s so cute to see him try and keep his composure, Elyiena thought as she gently gripped his sword between her toes.

— I… need to use the restroom real quick, Ryzelia said as he stood up and quickly headed for the exit.

Everyone watched as Ryzelia left the room. Elyiena smiled and wiped her mouth clean with a napkin and slipped her shoes on before standing to her feet.

— Pardon me, I need to use the restroom as well.

Making her way for the exit, Elyiena followed behind Ryzelia who was making his way up the stairs.

— We both know you’re going to the bathroom to take care of something else, Elyiena teased.

— And who’s fault is that?

Elyiena giggled as she grabbed Ryzelia’s hand and made her way down the second floor hallway. Entering into one of the rooms, she closed the door and pinned him against the wall.

— Ely…

Before Ryzelia could react, Elyiena’s lips kissed his gently. He was unable to think about the world around him or even process what was happening. She continued to hold him while she gracefully manoeuvred him over to the bed.

— Ryzelia, I can take care of you and your desires anytime you want. I just want to be with you.

— But… you and I are siblings.

— Stop hanging on to the past. We were siblings. Now we’re free to be together.

— I…

Ryzelia could feel Elyiena’s fingers interlocking with his as she pressed her weight down on him, making him sink into the softness of the bed.

— W-Wait a minute… This is Alyice’s room! What if he comes in here?

— Then we can dive under the bed, Elyiena said with a smile.

Elyiena gently grabbed Ryzelia by the wrist and pinned him down onto the floor. Rolling under the bed, she giggled as the two of them stopped on their sides. She held him close and smiled.

— Just like this.

Before either of them could say a word, the sound of the door opening froze the two of them in place for a moment. They remained silent and still. Both of them could see two figures walking around from under the bed. While their shoes gave it away that the two figures were Alyice and Blythe, the voices confirmed it without any doubt.

— B-Blythe… should we being doing this? What if Ryzelia and Elyiena catch us.

— Just shut up.

Blythe quickly pushed Alyice down onto the soft sheets. From under the bed, Ryzelia could see starting to remove her shoes.

— Take them off.

— Blythe…

— Take your shoes off, right now.

Seeing both of his beautiful maids slip their shoes off, Ryzelia could feel his shield rising to new heights. The sadistic smile on Elyiena face told him that he was about to be in for a pleasure that would be restrictive.

— W-What are you doing, Blythe?

— I told you to shut up. You’re going to like it.

Blythe moved on leg up onto the bed and kept the other on the floor. She pulled back Alyice’s skirt revealing the growing sword that was still rising. Using her shoe, she carefully pulled the large wooden staff that could expel liquid into her shoe and carefully stroke up and down in a steady rhythm. Alyice could only moan out in pleasure while Blythe continued to stroke with one hand and tickle Alyice’s sides with her free hand.

— Mmm.

— Quiet. If someone hears us, you’re going to have to explain why you’re such a freak.

Removing one of her socks, Blythe shoved it into Alyice’s mouth and began to stroke faster. Under the bed, Ryzelia was dealing with his own monster while Elyiena quietly removed her heels and used the power of her petite feet to tease it. The feeling of Elyiena’s soft stockings made him swell up beyond his normal levels due to the combination of seeing his maid’s feet and hearing what was going on. His mind gave him no time to think, all he could do was cover his mouth to stop himself from moan out.

The faster Elyiena went, the more Ryzelia wanted to moan out until he could feel a rush of liquid about to break through the dam.

— Blythe!

Alyice moaned out as he released his desires into Blythe’s shoe.

— Good boy. Now, you’re going to do the other one on the next break, Blythe said as she slipped her shoes back on.

— C-Can we do it now?

Blythe smiled and kissed Alyice’s lip gently.

— No, you freak. You have to wait.

Twirling on the ball of her foot, Blythe exited the room. Alyice took a second to adjust himself and slipped on his shoes before following after Blythe. Once the coast was clear, Ryzelia breathed a sigh of relief.

— That could have could badly.

Elyiena giggled as she rolled out from under the bed.

— I’m impressed that Blythe is so dominating. It was actually kind of hot.

— Are you not going to finish what you started? Ryzelia asked after crawling out from under the bed.

— But onii-chan, we’re siblings, Elyiena teased in their native tongue.

With a cute twirl and wink like an idol from their old world, she exited the room. Ryzelia sat down on the bed and processed everything that happened. She kissed me and then teased me. I don’t get it. Why is she so hell-bent on being with me? It doesn’t make since, Ryzelia thought as he stood to his feet. Before exiting the room, he remembered that Elyiena had forgotten her shoes and crawled under the bed to grab them. Exited the room to catch up to her, he noticed that she was nowhere to be seen. Making his way down the hallway, he headed back to his room and placed Elyiena’s heels under his bed. I’ll just wait until she tries to come into my room and return the shoes to her, Ryzelia thought as he made his way downstairs. Entering into the dinning room, he could see that everyone was still sitting at the table and about to finish the main dish before moving onto dessert. Sitting down back in his chair next to Lyciael, he noticed Elyiena was sipping the last of her coffee. Once all the plates were cleaned and cleared off of the table, Alyice and Blythe served everyone a single slice of chocolate pie, topped with a thick white cream and lustrous red cherry.

Picking up the silverware in his left hand, Ryzelia managed to bump his elbow against the wooden armrest of the chair. Involuntarily, his hand dropped the eating utensil onto the floor. Lyciael ate a small piece of her cake and pointed down at the floor.

— Hey bro, you dropped your fork.

— Really? You don’t say, Ryzelia mocked in a sarcastic tone.

Getting down on the floor, Ryzelia looked over his fork, only to find it managed to fly over in Elyiena’s direction. Because of course it would fly over there, Ryzelia thought as he went under the table. He could see that Elyiena had changed into a new pair of high-heels. They were white and had two straps, one that rested around her ankle bone and the other that rested over the top of her foot. While the heels were shorter than the other pair, he noticed that these shoes didn’t show off her toes that occasionally peeked through her stockings. On the tops of the shoes – near the base of where the toes would sit – were two small white ribbons tied into presentable bows. Likewise, two bow-tied ribbons were also seen on the strap that wrapped around her ankle.

As Ryzelia made his way closer to where his fork was, he noticed Elyiena’s hand, carefully undoing one of the straps on her shoe. Now she’s just trying to tease me all over again, Ryzelia thought as he watched her undo another strap. With slow and enticing movements, he could hear the unmistakable sound of her stocking foot slipping free from the prison that bound the feet of noble girls throughout the land. He continued to gaze at her petite foot as she wiggled her toes in an enticing manner while working on removing the other one. Placing her feet together, with her big toes touching side by side, she pointed her feet for a brief moment before lifting her feet up to reveal the soles of her feet. Spreading her toes in the stockings made Ryzelia forget exactly what he supposed to be doing. He took a moment to remember what he had to do. Grabbing the fork with his hand, he was preparing to back away when Elyiena’s foot slowly moved closer to his face. It was as if she knew where he was under the table and ready to tease him to no end.

Her foot stopped just a breath away from his nose, so close that he could smell the scent of her foot that had been trapped in her shoes. She had worn the stockings for some time and though the sweat that had built up near the soles of her feet was minimal, there was still a pleasurable odour that Ryzelia enjoyed from them. With single sniff, the area between his thighs radiated with an intense fire, the swelling growing to an astronomical rate. All he could think about was wanting to release the lustful nature inside and run his tongue against her white stockings. Yet, before he could indulge a throbbing pain stopped him. Biting down on his lip, he held back the urge to cry out from the pain that festering between his thighs. It was a feeling that he knew all too well.

Crawling out from under the table, Ryzelia gripped onto his older sister’s thigh and looked up to her with tears in his eyes. Normally, she would smile and tease him for coming out from under the table but she did not do anything of the sort. She could instantly tell by the look in his eyes that he was in pain.

— S-Sis… help…

Ryzelia’s voice was softly spoken as he begged but she could hear him. Scoping up her little brother in her arms, Lyciael quickly turned away from the others, ensuring that no one could see what size cauldron Ryzelia was hiding under his skirt. She smiled as she hastily made her way for the door.

— Sorry all, my little brother needs to show me and Alyice something he’s been working on. We’ll catch up later.

While Alyice had been standing by the door, he could see that Ryzelia was in pain and the mountain between his legs was as visible as the sun. Opening the door quickly, Alyice followed behind Lyciael down the hallway, keeping in step with her.

— It’s the third door down from here, Ryzelia spoke as he tried not to scream out.

Alyice opened the door that lead down into the atelier while Lyciael rushed down the stairs. Her mind processed the workshop in just a few seconds and she sit her brother down in the chair.

— Alyice, grab that vial, that one and the other one, Lyciael said as she grabbed a mountain of ingredients that she knew she needed.

— I think I’m going to puke…

Lyciael added some ingredient into a wooden mortar and pestle before pounding it up into a fine powder. Soon after, she added in each of the vials in a way that would have made any alchemist wince. She was eccentric and bordering on a state that many would mistake as being crazy or insane. While her methods were just begging for disaster, she knew what she was doing and her mind easily calculated as she poured each vial of liquid one after the other without stopping.

The sounds of footsteps echoed from atop the stairwell. Elyiena had heard the others talking from the atelier and made her way down the stairs in hope of getting a chance to see what Ryzelia was going to show his older sister, yet, she was taken aback by what she was seeing. Seeing something so massive swell to a length that was immeasurable in her mind left her in a state of confusion. For a moment, she was speechless until she realised Ryzelia appeared as if he was in incredible pain.

— R-Ryzelia…

— No need to worry, Elyiena. I’m fine.

— What do you mean? You look like you’re about to lose your food.

— Well… I just might, Ryzelia joked trying to keep the mood relatively light and happy.

Ryzelia groaned as held clenched his legs together. He could feel the pain surging between his thighs.

— What’s happening to him? Elyiena asked as she looked over to Lyciael.

— Blue Rose.

— What?

— Blue Rose, it’s a disease that makes the fun area not so fun.

Elyiena tilted her head, unsatisfied with the answer she had gotten. Ryzelia tried to calm his breathing as he tried to ignore the teeth wrench pain that was shooting through a place that made him want to cry.

— It’s a sexually transmitted disease that basically causes pain to the private areas. In a boy’s case, it swells up until it starts to turn blue and it feels like there is a thorns trying to shoot out from said area. In short, it sucks and is painful.

— That is… horrible. How did you get this disease though?

— I gave it to him, Lyciael said in a regrettable tone as she continued to mix the various ingredients together before serving it to her brother.

In that brief moment of silence, Elyiena thought about the words that Lyciael had said.

— Wait a minute… You gave him a sexually transmitted disease!?

— Yes. It was something I regret.

Lyciael head back her brother’s chin and poured the liquid down his throat. A few minutes passed before the swelling and pain subsided.

— You had sex with your older sister!?

— Elyiena, I think you’ve misunderstood. We didn’t have sex…

— …I was testing out a potion I had created and well…

Elyiena was silence for a moment as she processed the information that she was being told.

— So, you gave my husband a disease… and you didn’t bother to cure him until now!

It was clear to the others that Elyiena did not understand what was being said to her.

— There is no cure, Elyiena. I can only suppress it until my body becomes immune to the medicine. When that happens I’ll be in pain almost daily as time goes on.

Ryzelia avert his gaze from Elyiena’s eyes, as did Alyice. Lyciael gripped one of the vials in her hand tightly, shattering it in her anger.

— How could you do that to him? You get to live your life without the pain that he feels.

— Elyiena…

Ryzelia’s voice was calm. He knew why she was saying it but she still did not know the truth. Lyciael was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. She smiled as she looked to Elyiena, her face filled with sorrow through her fake smile.

— I have it too.

Elyiena had no words to say. She figured Lyciael had simply abandoned her little brother to live out her own life, yet, here she was, admitting that she had willingly downed a mixture that would cause her excruciating pain that would surge between her thighs – the same as Ryzelia. She knew exactly how her little brother felt and the agonising horror it was to go through it even just once. Ryzelia leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

— You feeling better, little brother?

— Yeah, thanks again, sis.

— W-Wait… can anyone get this disease? Elyiena asked with a bit of worry in her voice.

— Not through touching it. Seems the disease only spreads through sex. Surprisingly, oral sex doesn’t have an effect.

— Should I ask how you know that, sis?

— I’ve… done a bit of testing… on some people I hated… maybe.

Lyciael blushed and smiled as she scratched the back of her head like a child.

— Anyway, I’m still no closer to finding a cure to this disease since I started researching and experimenting.

Ryzelia stood to his feet and took a deep breath. He was back to his normal self.

— Now then, would you care to look over the notes I’ve gathered? Ryzelia said with a smile as he looked over to his older sister.

Lyciael smiled and wrapped her arms around Ryzelia.

— Let’s go, little bro!

While Ryzelia and Lyciael headed up the stairs, Elyiena stood their thinking about how the two of them acted. Both of them are closer than when Sora and I were siblings. She puts me to shame. I was never close to my older brother because he always avoided me. He ensured to keep his distance with me and our conversations to a minimum. Ever since that day that I caught him messing with my feet, that was when the two of us started to drift apart. Now in this world, he had an older sister who cared about him and helped him. She even went so far as to infect herself with the same disease as him, even though she didn’t have to, Elyiena thought as she sighed heavily. She could feel a pulsing pain in her heart. There was a time where she was so close to her brother. They would laugh and play together, even bathe together as young kids but after that day everything changed… when he attacked her feet with a white sticky liquid. It hurt her deep down that she did nothing or said nothing. When she awoke to see him with a large gun fully loaded, she was not mad in the slightest. In fact, she felt something between her legs on that day. At the time, she failed to understand what it was but as the years went on, she realised that she enjoyed what had happened. The imagine of her older brother pleasuring himself to her petite soft feet, it was enticing to the point that she wanted to watch him be aroused by her feet. From shoe play to foot worship, she wanted to be the one that helped him explore his desires, she wanted to be the one by his side, she wanted him inside her. It was all she wanted in her life, her older brother to love her.

— Miss Elyiena, are you okay? Alyice asked.

— I’m fine, Alyice. I’ll see if my mother wishes to spar with me and Blythe.

Without another word, Elyiena headed up the stairs and down the hallway. Making her way to the second floor of where here room was, slipping off her shoes and stockings, she laid down on her bed for a moment. Staring up at the ceiling, she thought about what she should have done different and why she failed as a younger sister in her previous life. Holding her chest, she felt the pain of heart pounding and breaking. She should have made her feelings clear to her brother in the first place. It was a mistake to simply pretend that time did not happen. Replaying everything in her head, the whole thing was obvious, she should have been open with her brother, she should have helped him to understand his sexual desires and made sure he was happy. Instead, she just watched him from afar and tried not to make him feel uncomfortable. A horrible sister was all her past reminded her of.

When she was reincarnated into the new world, she threw away her past life and vowed to be with her brother. This time, she was going to show him the affection that he deserved, indulge in his desires and make him the happiest person alive. Yet, her problem was the feeling of distance in her heart. Now that he had been with an older sister who was closer to him than she was, there was the depressing thought that she would be pushed out of his life – simply because he could not let go of the past. He still saw her as his little sister and not as a wife. Worse still, he was dealing with an incurable disease that she could not help him with. There was nothing she could do and if she decided to engage in a blending of liquids to bear his child, she would be stricken with the curse of the Blue Rose. If only I had been a better sister, Elyiena thought as she stood to her feet. Changing out of her fancy clothes, she put on a more comfortable outfit and grabbed her blade, sheathing it on her hip. Entering into the hallway and making her way down to the first floor, she noticed her mother heading towards her.

— Going out to train for a bit? Zyaria asked with a smile.

— Yes, mother. Would you care to join me?

— Surely you don’t wish for me to beat you like I always did before, Zyaria teased.

— Come now, mother. I’ve improved since then.

— Have you now? Very well, shall we?