53. Fast & Furious

53. Fast & Furious

“When I grow up, I’m going to marry you, sister!”

“Heh, what a joke. Freya, how can sisters marry each other?”

Skadi smiled softly and stroked her own hair. Young Freya, wagging her tail vigorously, pouted and muttered.

“…It’s not a joke.”

“What did you say?”

“It’s nothing!”

Freya smiled brightly and headed to the bathhouse with her sister. The attendants had been dismissed beforehand to avoid any interruptions. A happy future, happy thoughts, a happy… dream.

The scene changes. The sister, who was just walking with her, has disappeared, and Freya stands alone in front of the bathhouse.

“Huh…?”

Freya tilted her head but opened the bathhouse door. Since only she and her sister used this bathhouse, she assumed her sister would be inside.

Steam billowed out, filling the cold corridor, and humid air and warmth enveloped Freya. Freya shouted.

“Sister?”

The steam was so thick that she couldn’t see an inch ahead. Freya, who kept moving forward endlessly as if trapped in a maze of dreams, finally spotted a human silhouette after a long time.

A swaying tail, perked ears. A full chest…

“Sister!”

The appearance of the person she loved, liked, and desired more than anyone else, which she could never mistake. Freya’s eyes sparkled as she ran forward.

The steam clears. Her vision returns. As always, her sister, who would surely look at her with a kind and alluring gaze, was…

“Hngh♡”

“Eh.”

She was naked and being violated by numerous noble ladies.

Freya stopped dead in her tracks. Her feet wouldn’t move. Her body felt as if it had turned to stone. Her mind was screaming to draw her staff and obliterate those damned people, but her body wouldn’t move an inch.

An unknown lady smiled and said.

“Heh, Skadi. How does it feel to have your tail touched so freely?”

“I-it’s strange. Why is this happening, Hhic♡”

“Strange? But touching a tail isn’t strange, is it? Just like your beloved… younger sister said.”

“Th-that’s right. Touching a tail is normal- Uhhet♡”

Her sister replied, panting. The lady who had been playing with her sister’s tail turned to Freya and curled her lips. Or rather, Freya felt it that way.

‘Th-those damned bastards! What are you doing to my sister!’

Freya, her eyes blazing, began to move her limbs with superhuman mental fortitude. One step, another step, Freya slowly moved forward. But-

‘Why, why aren’t I getting closer?!’

The distance to her sister didn’t close. As if the only distance allowed to her was this much, Freya could only watch the scene of her sister and the noble ladies’ violation.

Meanwhile, the ladies’ hands did not stop.

“Heh, Skadi. Your ears perking up is quite cute. Who taught you to do that?”

“Ugh, my sister, because she likes it… Hek♡?!”

“What a good sister. Heh heh… I’ll gratefully accept the gift, shall I?”

An unknown lady bit Skadi’s ear. Freya screamed in her mind.

‘You son of a bitch! What do you mean, ‘my gift’! Don’t touch my sister’s ear! It’s mine!!’

But Freya still couldn’t move. She couldn’t turn her head or cover her ears. Freya had to watch the scene of her sister being taken away.

The rising heat, the intensifying moans, the more violent movements, and the shaking pupils. Suddenly, Freya realized her hand was on her lower body.

‘Wh-what…’

A wet lower body. There was no need to say what it was. Freya… was looking at her sister with a flushed face.

‘N-no way… I’m aroused?’

That couldn’t be. She should be filled with rage, but why, what is this feeling? Freya continued to look at her sister with a confused mind.

Then, numerous hands reached out to her sister-

“Aaaaaaaah!!!!”

Freya screamed and woke up in bed. With her rapid breathing and heartbeat, Freya quickly looked around and let out a sigh of relief, realizing the scene was a dream.

“Shit… Why am I having this kind of dream…”

Tears welled up from seeing the sight she least wanted to see. Both above and below. After changing her clothes, Freya sat on the bed and thought.

“This is not the time for this… I have to go quickly.”

The coachman had pleaded with her to let the horses rest at the post station, saying they would otherwise die, but with the ever-increasing delay, Freya was stomping her feet in the inn.

I must protect my sister. I must protect my sister. Quickly, quickly…

Freya, who was agonizing over the situation with her hands on her head, suddenly heard a knock on the door. It was the coachman.

“A, a landslide? Are you kidding me?”

“Well… it rained so much yesterday…”

“Are you asking me about that now? You damn… Fix it!! Somehow!!!”

Freya was enraged upon hearing the news from the coachman.

The news that the main route from the North to the capital had been blocked by a landslide. The coachman’s addition that it would take several more days to repair it so people could pass caused Freya to let out a roar of rage.

“Th-that’s not something I can do anything about…”

“You useless bastard! Get out!”

Freya brandished her staff threateningly and kicked the coachman out. The coachman swallowed his indignation and headed outside.

Freya was left alone in the inn room. She turned her voluminous black tail in front of her, hugged it, and muttered.

“Sister, sister, sister…”

Her sister’s image flickered before her eyes.

The image, clearer than anything else in the world: perked white ears, hair flowing like silk, blue eyes that held the sky, a small pink mouth that smiled faintly when looking at her, smooth skin and full breasts she had touched countless times when clothes were shed, a beautiful curve leading down, and finally, a lovely white tail in her hands…

“Heh heh…”

Freya writhed and rubbed between her legs. Then she quietly muttered.

“Yeah, it’ll be okay. My sister isn’t that foolish, she wouldn’t just give her tail away to other people. Of course not.”

The nightmare was just a nightmare. Her sister was undeniably wonderful and beautiful, but perhaps, intimidated by her sister’s expressionless exterior, no one had approached her. At least, it wouldn’t have happened that her sister was subjected to the horrible and unimaginable fate of being violated by numerous noble ladies, as in the dream.

What was written in the letter… Yes, it must have been fabricated by someone. Freya clung to the slender thread of hope.

Go to the academy, meet her pure sister who hasn’t suffered anything, and then she’ll cheerfully approach her sister and eliminate the rivals. And, incidentally, get revenge on the person who sent the letter.

After graduating from the academy safely, she would legalize same-sex marriage using Claire and marry her sister. Then, the happy life with her sister that would follow…

Dreaming of a perfect and hopeful future, Freya closed her eyes again.

——

“Want to touch my tail?”

Beside me were the students of the Basic Physical Training class, which had been having lenient classes for weeks.

Uniquely, all the students in this class, unlike me, did not have gold lines on their uniforms, but I don’t know why.

Seeing that they had been looking at me all along, it seemed they were all interested in my tail, so I picked a girl and wagged my tail, asking.

“Ah, no! How could I, a commoner…?”

“I don’t mind if you’re a commoner?”

Perhaps due to growing up in a democratic society in my past life, I couldn’t quite accept the class system of this world. Although I’ve adapted reasonably well now, I still don’t care about the other person’s status.

-Did you hear? She said she doesn’t mind if you’re a commoner!

-If so, maybe if I appeal to her well, I’ll get some crumbs…?

-There are rumors that she likes girls, so there’s no way you’ll be the one.

-Then I’ll be the one! Because I’m a girl!

Sensing that the other children’s expressions were filled with an inexplicable hope for advancement, I looked at the girl in front of me.

“St-still…”

She seemed like a friend who wasn’t honest with her heart. I grabbed the girl who was trying to back away, then pretended to make her fall, picked her up, and whispered in her ear.

“Are you still not going to touch it?”

I gently stroked the girl’s stiff cheek. From my position looking down at the child, my hair flowed down, tickling her ear.

Her pupils trembled. They vibrated in all directions as if she had nowhere to look. I gently extended my tail, and the girl’s hand touched it.

“Good job.”

I stroked the girl’s head.

“I-I want to touch it too!”

Then, a small girl popped out from somewhere and said, raising her hand. The other children panicked and tried to stop her, but I stopped them and approached the girl.

“Do you want to touch it too?”

“Yes, yes!”

An energetic child. Her hands freely massaged my tail.

As one person started touching it, other children also stepped forward little by little, and soon, many children-all girls, of course-were fiddling with my tail.

It was a truly wonderful day.