Chapter 54: Big Sister's Drop Rate is Really High (Patreon)

A moment later, Oryon packed away the clothes Tights had bought, stashed them inside a Capsule, and continued strolling through the mall, her arm looped through his.

Right now, Tights was wearing a floral dress that made her look especially youthful.

The two of them passed by several snack stalls, and it wasn't long before both Tights and Oryon were full.

"I can't believe it — Earth has so much good food these days. There wasn't nearly this much back when I was a kid..." Tights wiped her mouth, looking wistful.

"Yeah, times change fast. I bet it won't be long before Earth stops lagging behind alien technology..."

Tights nodded.

"Right. Okay, enough about technology — where to next?"

Oryon pointed toward the water park in the distance. "It's a date — how could we skip the water park?"

"A water park?" Tights asked.

"But I didn't bring a swimsuit!"

Oryon smiled faintly. "I brought one. Bulma's about your size — it should fit you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a Capsule.

Warmth spread across Tights's face, and she looped her arm through his. "You're so sweet. How did Bulma get so lucky with a boyfriend like you?"

Oryon laughed. "Because she's a good person."

The wave pool at the water park roared with noise, massive blue swells rolling toward the shore one after another.

Tights wore a blue one-piece swimsuit, white with blue trim — simple and elegant, hugging her curves perfectly.

"What are you staring at?"

Under his gaze, Tights grew a little self-conscious and crossed her arms over her chest without thinking.

Oryon looked away, satisfied. "You've got a great body!"

Tights ducked her head slightly, blushing. "Thanks. Little brother, your body's pretty great too..."

"Let's go, it's boiling out here. Let's cool off first," Oryon said.

With that, he pulled her along and dashed into the wave pool.

Cool water splashed all over them.

Tights let out a shriek — before she could steady herself, a big wave crashed over her and swept her straight into Oryon's arms.

Oryon caught her by the waist and held her steady above the water.

A smile burst across Tights's face.

She cupped her hands and splashed a handful of water in his face.

Oryon tilted his head to dodge it, then struck back with a grin, and the two of them launched into a full-blown water fight in the wave pool. Tights quickly threw her ladylike image out the window, splashing him like a wild girl having the time of her life.

Her laughter rang out clear as silver bells, unmistakable even amid the din of the water park.

Next, they went to try the water slide.

Standing at the top of the tall slide looking down, Tights suddenly got cold feet.

Without a word, Oryon wrapped an arm around her shoulders from behind, and the two of them slid down together.

Joyful. Thrilling. Refreshing...

Every so often, Tights glanced over at Oryon beside her, and for a fleeting moment she wanted to stop her wandering and just marry him, have kids, and settle down.

But doing that would probably upset Bulma.

Bulma and Lunch could share Oryon together, but she and Bulma were sisters — wouldn't that be awkward?

Tights tucked that thought of settling down back away.

She threw herself fully into the moment, savoring every bit of her date with Oryon.

Oryon sat in the log flume boat, holding Tights's soft, warm body close.

"Here we go — hold on tight!"

"Whoa! Ha ha!"

Tights's cheerful laughter rang out again, clear as silver bells.

[Ding! You and Tights have engaged in intimate interaction, gaining 20 days of cultivation progress.]

By the time they left the water park, the sun had sunk low in the west, and the sky was ablaze with a fiery orange sunset. Tights's hair was still damp, and she'd thrown one of Oryon's jackets over her swimsuit.

Oryon handed her a cup of warm milk tea. "Tired?"

"A little. But I'm happy."

Tights took a sip of her milk tea and turned to look at him, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Oryon, I've realized you're actually really good at this whole dating thing."

"So this counts as good? There's more where that came from."

Tights blinked. "Like what?"

She meant to tell him she was tired and didn't want to play anymore.

But she couldn't bring herself to miss out on his surprise.

The next second, Oryon swept her up in his arms.

Tights gasped, nearly spilling her milk tea, as Oryon tapped his toes lightly against the ground and the two of them slowly rose into the air.

Curled against him, Tights stared at the amusement park shrinking away below and froze for a moment.

"You can fly..."

"Yep. Fun, isn't it?"

Tights wrapped one arm around his neck and lifted the milk tea to his lips with her other hand.

Oryon didn't hold back, taking a big gulp that emptied more than half the cup.

"Good?" Tights asked, eyes narrowed.

Oryon said nothing — he just leaned in and kissed her lips.

Then he pushed a mouthful of milk tea straight into hers.

"Mmph, mmph..."

Tights forced the tea down, a flicker of delighted surprise in her eyes.

[Ding! You and Tights have engaged in intimate interaction, gaining 20 days of cultivation progress.]

A ripple crossed Oryon's mind.

Not bad at all!

He'd already banked seventy days' worth of cultivation progress today.

Pretty good haul.

He looked down at Tights and murmured, "Hold on tight — we're speeding up."

"Mm-hm!"

Used to Oryon's gentleness by now, Tights wasn't the least bit nervous.

Oryon shot up into the sky with Tights in his arms, and the city below shrank in an instant into a sea of glittering lights.

The night wind roared past their ears, and Tights took in the most beautiful view Earth had to offer.

In the twilight, West City looked like a glowing circuit board, its streets stretching into golden rivers of car lights.

In the distance, the ocean's surface had been scorched violet-red by the setting sun, its shimmering glow stretching all the way to the horizon.

Clouds like cotton candy drifted past beside them, dyed pink and orange by the sunset glow, close enough to touch.

"So beautiful..." Tights murmured, her eyes drinking in every inch of the scenery.

Oryon looked down at her in his arms.

The sunset's warm glow lit her face, and the entire city's lights reflected in her eyes.

By now, Tights had completely forgotten about gathering material for her novel — she was simply losing herself in the date, savoring every moment.

As they neared home, Oryon asked, "Big sister, will today's little adventure end up in your novel?"

Tights curled up in his arms and stayed quiet for a long while.

After a moment, she shook her head and looked up at him.

"No. This one, I can't write into the novel."

"Why not?"

"This feeling is too precious. I don't want anyone reading about it just yet — I'm saving it for the grand finale!"

With that, Tights wrapped her arms around Oryon's neck, tilted her head back,

and pressed her crimson lips against his.

[Ding! You and Tights have shared an intimate moment, gaining 10 days of cultivation progress.]

That tingling, almost dizzying sensation surged through Oryon's body again.

He'd lost count of how many times that made now.

This big sister's drop rate really is something else!