Chapter 7-
*Crash!*
A sound echoed from the room.
It sounded like something had fallen over, so Sohye glanced in that direction.
*Rustle.*
“Unnie? I heard something fall are you okay?”
Sohye turned her head to check on her older sister, but no response came.
“Is she okay, or… not okay?”
Sohye muttered under her breath.
Her older sister, Sojin, was a renowned hunter, so a simple fall wouldn’t hurt her. But for someone like her to stumble? That suggested something unusual might have happened.
*Step, step.*
With that thought, Sohye moved toward the sound.
*Sniff, sniff.* As she walked, a strangely sweet scent wafted from her sister’s room. The closer she got, the stronger it became.
Standing in front of Sojin’s door, she knocked lightly. *Knock, knock.*
“You okay? I’m coming in.”
She hadn’t gotten permission yet, but since she often entered like this, she didn’t think much of it. Grabbing the doorknob, she opened the door.
*Creak.*
The door opened halfway, and then it hit her.
First, her sense of smell.
An overwhelmingly sweet fragrance poured out of the room, so intoxicating it was almost addictive.
Next, her sense of sight.
A familiar yet striking upper body came into view. A physique so massive it was hard to believe it belonged to a man in this world. Starting with chiseled abs that formed a perfect “11” shape, her eyes trailed upward to a firm, tempting chest that made her want to reach out and touch it.
It was practically a work of art.
Her gaze drifted upward, almost in a trance.
And there, standing in her sister’s room, was a man she’d never seen before.
Long, white hair swept back, giving a cool, sharp vibe. Slightly upturned eyes that carried a hint of intensity. A nose that curved elegantly upward. And finally, soft, red lips that looked impossibly plush.
Her senses of smell and sight were under assault, making it hard to think straight.
And then, he attacked her sense of hearing.
“Hey, you’re back, Sohye?”
His voice was so captivating, it felt like a mistake to hear it just once she wanted to hear it again, to confirm it. It was a voice that could charm anyone.
And that smile it was the kind that could stop a heart.
It took a moment for Sohye to realize this man was her brother, Silian.
Flustered, she stammered, “O-oppa? Is… is that really you?”
How many times did she trip over her words?
She was too dazed to notice her own stuttering as she asked Sian.
“Yep. I cleaned up pretty well, huh?”
Cleaned up?
Could a transformation this drastic be summed up with “cleaned up”? It was more like he’d been reborn.
As she processed this, she noticed Silian holding a few pieces of clothing and pants. He stepped out of Sojin’s room, closing the door behind him.
His movements seemed cautious, but Sohye didn’t pay it much mind.
No, to be precise, she didn’t have the capacity to.
Silian wasn’t wearing anything on his upper body, and his lower body was barely covered by a towel wrapped around his waist.
*Gasp.*
The size of his… equipment, which she’d glimpsed briefly at the hospital, was on a different level now.
What was that size back then?
Now, even with just a glance, the shape and outline were strikingly clear through the towel. It was like a dragon or maybe a concealed weapon.
If he’d been wearing pants instead of a towel, she might’ve wondered, (What kind of object is he carrying in his pocket?)
The sheer size was so overwhelming that, despite knowing it was rude, Sohye couldn’t help but stare.
Perhaps feeling her gaze, Sian seemed embarrassed. He slightly shifted his hips back and said, “Uh, Sohye? I’m kinda embarrassed here…”
(Oh!)
Only then did she snap out of it, realizing what she was doing.
“Ah! Oh! Sorry, oppa! I didn’t mean to really, I’m so sorry! I’ll, uh, be in my room washing up! If you need anything, come to my room!”
*Tap, tap, tap, tap!*
Spitting out her words in a rush, she turned and bolted back to her room.
*Click, thud!*
The door opened and slammed shut as she leaned against it, panting.
*Huff, huff.*
Even though she’d only run a short distance, she was breathless. To an onlooker, they might question if she was really a hunter with such stamina.
But she knew it wasn’t her stamina it was excitement.
As she caught her breath, the cold touch of the door against her back made her legs give out, and she slid down to the floor.
Looking at her outstretched legs, she replayed what had just happened.
Silian, with his white hair swept back, flashing that heart-stopping smile as he greeted her.
The memory sent a tingling sensation through her lower abdomen.
Her trembling eyes, now faintly glowing with heart-shaped pupils, lifted the skirt she’d worn that day.
And then she realized her panties, the ones she’d put on that morning, were soaked.
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*Phew… that was a close one.*
Leaving Sojin behind, probably still dazed in her room, I headed to the bathroom.
(I’ll probably meet a lot of women in the future, so I can’t be acting like this already.)
(Hmm)
Before entering the bathroom, I set the clothes Sojin gave me on the sofa and went inside.
In the bathroom, I noticed the towel covering my junk was stretched and damp. It was sticky, thanks to Sojin’s fluids and my own.
Feeling bad for the towel, I quickly unwrapped it, grabbing it by the edges with just my thumb and index finger, and turned on the shower to rinse it.
I scrubbed away the stickiness, folded the towel a couple of times, and wrung it out tightly.
All that was left was a slightly damp, cool towel.
Now, the question was where to put it.
But then a new problem hit me.
(What about my junk?)
I was completely exposed down there.
I couldn’t exactly put my old panties back on.
The towel had been covering me until now, but it had served its purpose and was out of commission.
Using it again didn’t feel right.
(Ugh… aha!)
As I pondered, I remembered Sohye’s words—she’d said to come to her if I needed help.
I cracked the door open slightly, peeking out to check my surroundings.
Even if Sojin saw me like this, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but seeing each other’s naked bodies in a heated moment versus a calm one was a whole different vibe.
Confirming no one was around, I quietly grabbed the towel and headed toward Sohye’s room.
*Knock, knock.*
I knocked just like she had at Sojin’s door.
But there was no answer no voice, no movement.
Curious, I gently opened the door to peek inside.
The room was empty.
But as I cracked the door open, I heard a sound.
The same sound I’d just made in the bathroom while rinsing the towel running water.
*Shhh.*
Then I remembered Sohye saying she was going to wash up. Her room had its own bathroom.
(So that’s why she came back here her room has a bathroom.)
With that small mystery solved, I figured I’d wait outside until she was done. But just as I turned to leave—
“…Hnn… hah…”
My legs froze.
A soft, whimpering sound.
It was similar to the noises I’d heard from Sojin’s mouth back in her room.
I knew I shouldn’t, but my body moved on its own, cautiously stepping closer.
The sounds became clearer.
*Shhh.*
*Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.*
“Hnn… ugh… Sian… Silian-oppa… ♡”
My ears picked up three distinct sounds:
The water from the shower hitting the floor.
The sticky, wet friction of something rubbing together.
And Sohye’s desperate moans, calling my name.
It hit me she was masturbating in the bathroom.
I couldn’t easily picture it.
I knew Sohye sometimes stared at me with lustful eyes, but I hadn’t realized it was this intense.
Imagining her cute, puppy-like face and her usual chatty energy, I carefully backed out of the room, even more cautious than when I’d entered.
I gently closed the door, and though the moans were faint now, I could still hear them if I listened closely.
If she’d caught me, it would’ve been awkward for both of us.
Did Sohye have feelings for me?
At the very least, people don’t moan the name of someone they dislike while touching themselves.
With those complicated thoughts, I quietly walked to the living room and grabbed the clothes from the sofa.
Feeling a bit lost, I remembered Sohye had pointed out a room for me to use freely.
I headed there and opened the door.
It was a spotless room. Had they cleaned it while I was in the shower? I felt a wave of gratitude for Sojin and Sohye’s kindness.
In this unfamiliar, empty room, I wondered if I should put on the clothes Sojin gave me without underwear.
It didn’t feel right, but what choice did I have?
I couldn’t exactly wear women’s underwear. The thought alone made me shudder.
(Ugh.)
I shook my head to clear the image.
What about my trusty towel?
No, that wouldn’t work either.
I couldn’t wear pants with a towel wrapped around me.
Sighing, I picked the loosest pair of pants and started putting them on.
They were a bit tight, clinging to my body as I stretched them on.
The hem barely reached my ankles, but they were stretchy and the largest pair available.
Still, “largest” was relative they were small for me.
I struggled to pull them up, grumbling, “Damn it… to think I’d struggle to put on pants because of my dick.”
Finally, I got the pants on and threw on a short-sleeved shirt. It felt like I was wearing shrink-wrapped clothes.
But the real issue was the pants.
Everything else was fine, but one part was way too noticeable.
Even with underwear, it’d show some outline, but without it? The shape of my tip was crystal clear through the fabric.
If someone saw me outside like this, they’d probably call me a gigolo.
With that thought, I stepped out of the room.
*Rustle.*
I heard a sound, like someone rummaging through a bag.
Following it, I found Sojin digging through a plastic bag.
I approached quietly, watching her from behind.
Her hair was still damp from a recent shower, and a pleasant fragrance wafted from her.
She was pulling out ingredients from the bag, organizing them, when she suddenly bent over to grab an apron.
Her hips jutted out, nearly brushing against my crotch, and I jumped back in a panic.
*If we’d collided like this… it’d be dangerous.*
Compared to Sohye, Sojin’s hips were smaller, but that was only because Sohye’s were exceptional. Sojin’s were still nicely rounded, paired with her E-cup chest and the tempting side-boob visible from behind.
I wasn’t wearing anything under these pants, and my junk was already twitching, making the situation precarious.
Hearing me step back, Sojin turned, holding the apron.
“Oh… uh, Silian, you’re here?”
“Yeah, just got out. Haha…”
An awkward silence hung between us.
In her room earlier, we couldn’t take our eyes off each other, but now we were both avoiding eye contact.
Sojin’s face flushed red as she looked away.
But then her gaze dropped lower, spotting the clear outline of my moving junk through the pants.
*Whoosh.*
Her already flushed cheeks turned crimson, spreading across her entire face.
She quickly turned away, putting on the apron.
To keep her hair out of the way while cooking, she tied it up, pulling back her side and back hair.
I watched quietly.
Her pale neck contrasted with her flushed face. A few loose strands of hair fell gently against her nape.
That was notable, but something else caught my attention.
As she raised her arms to tie her hair, her side-boob jutted out prominently.
Her full, voluptuous chest, emphasized even more by her raised arms, was impossible to forget after feeling it just minutes ago.
(In elven society, when female elves tied up their hair, you could only tell their clothes lifted slightly. But this…)
It was a chest that captivated me.
I stepped behind her and, without a word, wrapped my arms tightly around her.
“Hnn?!”
The wrinkles in her clothes showed how firmly I was holding her.
Ignoring her startled gasp, I slid my hands up from her waist to the tempting chest that had been calling to me.
And then—
*Squeeze.*
Even through her clothes, her soft breasts gave way under my touch.
(This… this is the feeling.)
*Squeeze, squeeze.* My fingers sank in, disappearing into the softness and reappearing.
“S-Silian…”
Sojin called my name, flustered.
At first, she seemed startled by my groping, but she didn’t seem to mind, slowly leaning into me.
As our bodies pressed together, my already raging junk rubbed against the crevice of her hips.
*“Hnn… hah… ♡”*
Sojin, rubbing her hips against me, tilted her head slightly to look up at me.
Her flushed face, and now, unmistakably, heart-shaped pupils in her eyes.
Lost in each other, we leaned closer, our lips almost touching
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*Click.*
The sound of a door opening, followed by footsteps approaching, snapped us out of it.
I yanked my hands from her chest and scrambled to the sofa, sitting down.
Sojin, face still red, hurriedly smoothed out her clothes and resumed preparing food.
Then Sohye appeared.
Seeing my back as I sat on the sofa, she softly called out, “Oh… oppa…”
I forced a natural smile, turning my head to look at her.
Her face was flushed as she looked at me.
“Hm? Did you call me, Sohye?”
“Uh, no, it’s nothing.”
She gave a relieved, almost mischievous smile.
It reminded me of how I felt after committing some great sin against nature.
From the side, I heard a sound.
*Chop, chop, chop, chop.*
Sojin was preparing food, skillfully slicing ingredients with a steady rhythm that hinted at her expertise.
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