Chapter 53: Date with Sister (Patreon)

You said not a single step could be skipped?

Once he'd transformed into the domineering CEO, one basic attack was all it took—every unnecessary step got skipped.

Oryon scooped her up in his arms, carrying her sideways.

The strap of her nightgown slipped down to the crook of her arm, revealing a broad expanse of snow-white, delicate collarbone.

She clung to him like a koala, clearly bashful beyond words, yet unwilling to let go.

Carrying her, Oryon climbed the stairs two at a time and arrived in the bedroom.

Oryon laid Tights down on the bed. Her face flushed, she looked up at him, bit her lower lip gently, then closed her eyes.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell across her snow-white skin, shimmering with a milky glow.

Oryon closed the curtains, climbed onto the bed, braced himself on either side of Tights, and leaned in close.

Tights lay on her back, her chest rising and falling hard.

Tights had just said, moments ago, that what she wanted wasn't a rushed ending but a love story rich in detail—

—but the body doesn't lie, does it.

Oryon hesitated no longer. Transforming once again into the domineering CEO, he kissed her cherry lips.

"Mmh…"

Half an hour later, Tights, her face full of blissful contentment, had fallen asleep nestled in his arms.

[Ding. Intimate interaction with Tights complete. 30 days of cultivation progress gained.]

In that instant, Oryon felt every muscle in his body surge with an exhilarating jolt, the soreness crashing over him once more.

Once the soreness faded, his whole body brimmed with strength.

He glanced down at Tights, sleeping soundly in his arms like a kitten, and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly.

What Tights wanted wasn't a rushed ending, but a complete, detail-rich romantic experience.

She wanted every step to be vivid and tangible, every touch worth remembering.

Though today he'd skipped every detail and jumped straight to the final step of romance,

Oryon had no intention of leaving it there—he'd make it up to her.

After all, the more varied and surprising their interactions, the more rewards the System would give him in return.

Oryon kissed Tights's forehead gently and murmured, "I hope the next few days of dating will make you happy."

By the time Tights woke up, it was already past noon.

Groggily, she opened her eyes and stretched, her body feeling as though it had been taken apart and put back together.

"Grumble, grumble…"

She'd barely eaten anything at breakfast before falling back asleep, and now her stomach was growling with hunger.

Tights pushed herself up on the mattress and looked herself over.

There were a few faint pink marks on her collarbone. The morning's scenes flashed unbidden through her mind, and her face flushed red all over again.

"That little rascal, he sure knows what he's doing…"

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Oryon walked in.

"You're up? Were you up late writing last night?"

Oryon had changed into clean, crisp clothes, a fresh smile on his face as he looked at her.

Tights blinked, startled for a moment, then laughed. "You look pretty handsome with your clothes on."

Oryon: …

The remark was a little odd, but she wasn't wrong—they'd already seen each other bare more than a few times.

Tights stretched, loosening up her body, and changed the subject. "Little brother, what time is it?"

"About half past one. Why?"

Tights rubbed her stomach. "I'm hungry. Have the kitchen fix me something to eat."

Oryon smiled slightly. "Already had the kitchen make it. Let me take you."

Getting dressed, she mumbled indistinctly, "Where are we going?"

"On a date, of course," Oryon said. "When we go shopping, there'll be countless snacks—plenty to fill your stomach."

Tights blinked, taken aback.

"A date?"

Oryon raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Didn't you say you wanted material for your novel? Not a single step of the process can be skipped, right?"

A flash of warmth crossed Tights's face. She jumped off the bed, wrapped both arms around his neck, and planted a quick peck on his cheek.

"Little brother, you're so good to me! I thought you'd slept with me and then just brushed off everything you promised…"

Oryon ruffled her slightly messy hair and laughed. "Don't be silly, I'm not that kind of guy."

Tights smoothed her own tousled hair and asked, "Do you think I should shower before we head out?"

Oryon nodded. "Of course you should. Girls need to shower properly, fix their hair and makeup, and only head out once they're looking their prettiest…"

"You really do understand girls…" Warmth spread across Tights's face.

Oryon laughed. "Well, how else do you think I've got two girlfriends? Alright, go shower and do your makeup. Call me when you're ready, and I'll take you."

"Mm!" Tights hummed a cheerful tune as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Oryon left the room, went into the study, turned on the computer, and opened his voice chat app.

"Guys, I'm grinding for Diamond this afternoon—anyone up for a squad?"

In a blink, three hours passed, and Tights finally finished showering, getting dressed, and doing her makeup.

At four in the afternoon, the sun had lost its harsh edge—the perfect time for a date.

Oryon took her hand, and the two of them set off, weaving through the city.

Tights gazed at West City's forest of skyscrapers, a sense of the times washing over her.

After all these years roaming the universe, she'd visited countless planets and witnessed countless alien civilizations,

but she couldn't even remember the last time she'd simply strolled through a shopping mall on Earth.

Back then, Bulma had probably still been a little brat who wet her pants.

Oryon led her into a clothing store, pulled a bodycon skirt off the rack, and handed it to her.

"Here—you're always in casual wear. Try this instead."

Tights looked over the skirt and couldn't help a mischievous smile.

"Oho, isn't this the 'sexy stepmom' skirt? Do I need black stockings too, for an attack speed buff?"

Oryon didn't look embarrassed at all, and laughed. "Sis, sounds like you're used to speeding when you drive."

Tights smiled faintly. "Can't help it—readers love it, so I study up. So I've honed a real skill for driving—half the time the censors don't even catch it, and I've already zoomed on through!"

"No wonder you're the big sis—impressive. When I get the chance, I'll definitely read your novel."

Tights looped her arm through his and said with mock seriousness, "Sure, sure. If you've got the time, throw me some monthly ticket—sis here might even drop a bonus chapter…"

"Alright, go change in there!" Oryon said, pointing at the fitting room nearby.

Tights pulled him along. "Don't be shy, come with me!"

With that, the two of them squeezed into the narrow fitting room.

Tights stood with her back to him, the skirt half on, the zipper down her back left open, revealing a stretch of fair skin and the elegant curve of her shoulder blades.

Oryon reached out, caught the zipper pull, and zipped her up.

The moment his fingertips brushed her back, Tights gave a small shiver.

"Didn't I already see it all this morning? Why so nervous now?" Oryon's voice came, close against her ear.

Tights's face flushed red at once.

"It's a different mood…"

A moment later, Tights stood in front of the mirror.

Her delicate makeup and lovely figure, paired with the black-stockinged bodycon skirt, were enough to captivate anyone.

She gathered her blonde hair loosely, tucking it behind her ear, and looked at herself uncertainly in the mirror, then glanced over at Oryon.

"How is it? Is it a little weird, dressed like this?"

Oryon nodded. "Put this one away—wear it for me back home. For shopping, let's go with something looser…"

A mischievous grin spread across Tights's face at once.

Then she called out to the shop clerk. "This skirt set, with the stockings—give me three of them. Oh, and the skirts are three, but throw in ten more of the black stockings."

"Miss, you have excellent taste!"

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