Chapter 52: Kind Elder Sister (Patreon)

Breakfast was a lavish spread.

Oryon's appetite had always been good, though he never ate much in the mornings.

Like anyone else, he tucked into a refined, high-protein, low-fat breakfast.

Just as he was digging in with gusto, Tights strolled over in a silk nightgown.

"Morning!"

Oryon looked up. "Morning!"

Tights pulled up a chair and sat down, casually cracking open an egg and nibbling at it.

Between bites, Oryon asked, "Did you finish that chapter of your novel?"

Tights paused mid-bite over her egg.

Then she turned and popped the rest of the yolk into Oryon's mouth.

Oryon blinked, cheeks bulging. "What was that for?"

"It's a long-running serial," Tights said. "It's not something I finish that easily — I just wrapped up one big plot arc..."

Oryon chewed and swallowed the yolk. "I meant — why did you stuff it in my mouth?"

Tights smiled faintly and leaned in close, whispering, "I wanted to see what it feels like when couples feed each other."

"Uh... so, did you feel it?"

Tights shook her head.

"No atmosphere. Didn't feel a thing..."

Oryon: "..."

Tights looked him over again, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Didn't I make you my boyfriend yesterday?"

Oryon nodded. "You did. But you seemed pretty drunk yesterday.

It's fine — if you don't remember, I'll just pretend nothing happened."

Tights arched an eyebrow. "You saw every inch of me, and you'd just let that slide? That doesn't seem right."

"Oh, so you do remember!

Then you should also remember that you saw every inch of me too, right?"

Tights took a sip of milk, then said, "That's different!"

"How is it different?"

"I'm a woman, and you're a man — a man who's already living with Bulma, no less.

As for me, even though I'm Bulma's older sister, a little older than her,

I'm still a virgin, so obviously I'm the one who came out on the losing end..."

Oryon chuckled.

Talking about gender equality on this particular front was a bit of a scam.

Women could take out 'naked loans' — using nude photos as collateral — men couldn't; that was just how society's rules worked, nothing worth arguing over.

Yesterday, he really had come out ahead.

"So..." Oryon went on, "so how do I make it up to you?"

Tights wiped a bit of milk from the corner of her mouth,

and said, "No need to make anything up. Just stick to yesterday's deal — you're my boyfriend now, that's all..."

Oryon asked, "So, does that mean we can finish what we started yesterday?"

The corner of Tights's mouth curled into a wicked smile.

"You little brat, is that all you can think about?"

Tights said, perfectly composed, "Your big sister here is very generous — I'll let you take advantage of me.

But you can't skip a single step of proper courtship.

You've got to woo me and win me over like in a galgame — only then will I unlock the special CG for you.

After all, the whole point of me dating is to write my novel — not to fantasize about marriage every day like Bulma..."

Oryon badly wanted another thirty days' worth of cultivation gains, just like yesterday.

Why turn down good fortune handed to him on a platter?

Oryon shelled a lobster, dipped the meat in sauce, and held it up to Tights's mouth.

"Here, darling, have some shrimp."

Tights blinked, startled, then opened her mouth and took the bite.

She chewed it down in a couple of bites, then gave Oryon a thumbs-up. "Well aren't you a considerate little brother!"

Oryon smiled faintly and slid an arm around Tights's waist.

Her body trembled slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

Sober today, she was far more sensitive than she'd been the night before — but she didn't push his hand away.

Instead she narrowed her eyes, savoring the feeling of the moment.

Watching her half-closed eyes, Oryon thought she seemed different from Bulma and Lunch.

Was this woman actually taking mental notes on what it felt like to fall in love?

"Hey, listen — if everything you do is just for the novel and you can't even invest your emotions, you're not going to manage a real relationship!"

Tights opened her eyes, curious. "Then what should I do?"

Oryon leaned in close to her. "Isn't the whole point that you want to experience a real relationship?"

Tights nodded.

"Perfect timing, then," Oryon said. "Bulma and Lunch have to be away for a few days, so I'll keep you company for a while.

But during that time, you can't think about the novel at all.

You just have to sink into it and really experience it — otherwise you'll never feel what love is really like, and it'll all seem flat and dull.

After a few days, once you're immersed in it and forget you're even doing this as an 'experience,'

looking back on it afterward will feel completely different."

Tights blinked.

"You seem to know an awful lot about this."

Oryon leaned in close to her face and smiled. "More than you, anyway. Bulma told me you've never once been in a relationship..."

Tights's face flushed red instantly.

"That woman — why does she go around blabbing everything..."

Oryon corrected her. "She wasn't just blabbing — you admitted the same thing to me yourself yesterday, when you were drunk..."

Tights's face darkened.

A moment later, she lifted her head, cupped Oryon's face in her hands, and kissed him fiercely.

With a soft pop, their lips parted.

Tights said, all haughty pride, "Well? Not bad kissing technique, huh? Doesn't feel like a first kiss at all, does it?"

Oryon smirked disdainfully. "Please. You pick up a few moves off the TV and think that's impressive? So childish."

The next second, Oryon pulled her slender waist against him, pressed her down onto the table, and kissed her back fiercely.

Pinned beneath him, Tights couldn't move an inch, but her face was flushed with excitement.

She wrapped her slender arms around him and locked her legs around his waist.

Something stirred in Oryon.

She must write plenty of racy scenes in her novels — these moves felt just like something straight out of one of her plots.

This was probably exactly the kind of romance she'd always fantasized about.

It suddenly occurred to him that her male leads were always the domineering-CEO type,

maybe she genuinely had a thing for that vibe herself,

so Oryon's movements grew rougher, even a little forceful.

Tights's face flushed crimson at once, her breathing turning ragged and quick.

"Good boy... it'd be bad if Mom caught us. Take me to the bedroom..."

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