Ch.184Siblings (5)

“Sejin, can you hand me my underwear over there?”

Llewellyn and Lucilla, also known as Yoon Sejin and Yoon Sea, didn’t need a long rest.

Perhaps because they were both homunculi with exceptional physical abilities, the siblings got up after only a brief rest.

Of course, Lucilla had wanted to spend the night cuddling, flirting, and making love in her brother’s arms.

But there was still much to be done.

So Lucilla and Llewellyn got up and put their clothes back on.

“Underwear? Oh, this? It’s completely soaked though, is that okay?”

A piece of fabric lying on the floor, thoroughly drenched. As Llewellyn picked it up and handed it over, Lucilla grinned.

“It’s fine. After all… I’m just wearing it to keep things from dripping out.”

As she said this, she ran her hand down her exposed lower body, specifically the junction between her lower abdomen and thighs. Watching this, Llewellyn couldn’t maintain his composure.

Lucilla smiled happily at her brother’s expression.

“Our Sejin, your face looks strange.”

“Isn’t that understandable?”

“Is sleeping with your sister that strange?”

“…I don’t think—or do I? It does seem strange.”

“How cruel. It was my first time.”

Though she pretended to be sad as if about to cry, what could Llewellyn possibly say to his sister?

Lucilla, apparently thinking she had teased her brother enough, snickered.

“I’m just kidding. Blood siblings doing such things isn’t normal.”

She spoke with a hint of embarrassment. Yet she still contentedly stroked her lower abdomen, revealing a sight that matched her earlier comment about wearing underwear to keep things from dripping out.

And it was true.

After they had finished, Llewellyn had wondered about something.

What would become of his relationship with his sister from now on?

His sister’s desires were clear, and Llewellyn seemed to want the same.

At that point, his sister showed her maturity as the older sibling.

“I just want Sejin to be happy. I… um, this is embarrassing to say.”

Awkwardly, she took back her underwear from Llewellyn’s hand and put it on.

She frowned slightly, apparently uncomfortable with the dampness of the underwear.

“I love our Sejin. I think I love you as a man… not as a brother or family, but as a boyfriend or husband.”

“Of course I still care for you as a brother,” she added with a grin, looking very much like an older sister. Llewellyn sat on the bed, feeling guilty.

“So I want to be Sejin’s girlfriend. Go on dates together, keep doing… this. And eventually, I want to marry Sejin.”

Marriage. Perhaps if this situation hadn’t happened, if they had remained just siblings living together, it might have been a future they would have imagined someday.

“It’s a bit forward of me, but… um, I want to have Sejin’s child too. A child with both our blood… whether it’s a girl or boy. Though I’d prefer a girl.”

Getting married in a place where incest is allowed, having and raising children.

“But… both Sejin and I come from a place where such things are forbidden. It must be hard to accept.”

“…Sister.”

“Let’s take it slow. At least it’s not illegal anymore.”

Her bright smile was beautiful. Though she was his sister, he found her pretty.

Perhaps because they had just intimately shared their bodies and fluids, he naturally felt a sense of love.

For the sadistic urges swirling behind that, Llewellyn blamed “Mother” as always.

There was no way a good brother like him would be excited by sexually tormenting his sister, pushing her to her limits, and using her like a tool.

“By the way, Sejin.”

“Yes, sister. What is it?”

“It wasn’t your first time, was it?”

His sister looked at him with narrowed eyes, her voice tinged with playfulness.

“Esha… or Isla?”

But within those narrowed eyes lurked a faint darkness. Llewellyn broke into a cold sweat as he felt danger creeping up his spine.

“Am I right?”

“Well…”

“It’s okay. I’ve always known our Sejin is popular. You’re not the bad one here.”

Her voice carried unmistakable displeasure. It felt as though she might decide to dispose of Isla at any moment.

Llewellyn wondered how long he could stop his sister if he tried, but then—

“Hey, why that expression? You know I’m not that kind of person. I’m joking.”

“Oh, r-right?”

“I am a bit disgusted and angry… but I was somewhat prepared for it.”

And she was right.

Lucilla had considered that if time had passed on Earth without her, Yoon Sejin might have found a girlfriend.

Empty spaces tend to be filled.

Especially considering the interest her friends had shown in her brother, and the women who had expressed attraction to him through his words and actions.

Her brother had been popular.

With his attentive nature and broad perspective, cute appearance, plus his caring and sensitive side that appealed to maternal instincts.

Yet he was also self-sufficient.

Even if Lucilla weren’t his sister, she would have found him attractive. At least, that’s how she felt.

So it wouldn’t have been strange if he had found a lover while she was gone…

“Sister?”

“Ah.”

Lucilla took a deep breath, suppressing her rising anger.

This wasn’t something to be angry about. Setting aside that it had already happened, Isla wasn’t bad.

She was cute, like an adorable cat who would rest her chin on your knee or act cute when you were sitting reading a book.

As a hunter, she was helpful, always busy and diligent with her tasks.

And her combat ability had been rapidly improving lately.

She was better than some random person.

Above all, with herself having already crossed the taboo line, she was in no position to criticize her brother’s relationships with women.

It was the path she had chosen. With mixed feelings, Lucilla approached her brother. She was still wearing only underwear and a shirt.

“I don’t want this relationship to be just a one-night thing.”

Llewellyn met his sister’s eyes as she caressed his cheek.

Blood kin with the same eye color. His protector who had raised him all his life, now his lover.

Lucilla spoke, almost pleadingly.

“When I say I love Sejin, it’s not a lie or something I said in the heat of pleasure. I love Sejin. I love you as a man.”

Her affection was palpable. When their eyes finally met, she couldn’t resist pressing her lips to his.

Not the sticky, passionate kisses they had shared earlier, but a kiss like lovers would share.

She overlapped their lips, gently caressing before pulling away. Her slightly flushed face was beautiful.

“What about you, Sejin? How do you… feel about me?”

“I love you too, sister. As a woman. I think of you… as my woman.”

His answer came without hesitation. Lucilla’s eyes widened, as if she hadn’t expected such a direct response.

It seemed to catch her off guard, and she stammered with a reddened face.

“Ah, um, I’m happy. I’m happy but… um, what were we talking about…”

Eventually, Lucilla managed to calm down after sharing several lover-like kisses with her brother.

“I want to be Sejin’s woman. I want to have your children someday, marry you, tell you I love you every day… That’s what I want. Can I assume you want the same?”

Her eyes held a hint of concern. Despite this, Llewellyn honestly considered before nodding.

It was truly fortunate for Lucilla and this world.

“Then…”

“But I also love Isla.”

Lucilla’s face quickly hardened. It seemed as though the whites of her eyes might turn black at any moment, but Llewellyn didn’t hesitate to grab his sister’s forearm.

Startled by the sudden contact, Lucilla stiffened, and Llewellyn spoke.

“My wish is for everyone around me to be happy. And I can’t just throw away someone who has already given me her body and heart.”

That was what responsibility meant to Llewellyn.

Not hiding or maintaining an ambiguous relationship, but openly declaring and seeking permission.

Llewellyn, being someone who valued masculinity, was forthright.

“But I promise you one thing. You will always be my first priority.”

His sister’s expression softened. Though she didn’t like this development, many miracles had already happened.

Finding her brother again, having him love her even if not exactly the same way.

And having the fruit of the love she had longed for poured into her womb.

All of these were like miracles. Just not being rejected for being siblings was already a fulfillment of her wishes.

And yet he considered her his first priority. This too was miraculous.

Above all, the person she loved had always been like this. That’s why she loved Yoon Sejin.

Her responsible little brother who sometimes showed his manliness despite his small frame.

As his sister, Lucilla felt it was right for her to yield in this situation.

Maybe not as a lover, but before being Yoon Sejin’s lover, she was his sister.

“I can’t give up someone who says they like me.”

The hand gripping her forearm wasn’t painful, but she couldn’t easily pull away. Lucilla looked into her brother’s eyes and listened to his words.

“I might find more lovers in the future. But I’ll always tell you when I do. Because you’re my first priority. The woman I love most.”

His grip on Lucilla’s forearm was firm. To Lucilla, it reminded her of his beast-like movements that had pinned her to the bed not long ago, making her blush with its masculinity.

For Llewellyn, it was a demonstration of his resolve.

Though she didn’t like it, she had no choice.

“…Really. I can’t win against Sejin’s stubbornness. Alright.”

Lucilla, Yoon Sea.

Before being Yoon Sejin’s lover and woman, she was his sister.

And a sister couldn’t help but give in to her brother’s stubbornness.

“But if any woman is strange or bad, I’ll object. No matter how much she likes you, if she’s a bad person, I’ll refuse. Understand?”

She held her brother’s cheeks, acting like a proper older sister for the first time in a while.

“I understand. Sister is always right.”

Her brother’s docile attitude made her smile as a sister. Lucilla grinned and pressed her lips to his again before pulling away.

And so the siblings left the room as lovers.

They were fully dressed but damp, their body scents heavily mixed, with the sticky evidence of their love deposited in her womb.

“Ah, you’ve returned? I didn’t look for you as it seemed you had left for some business.”

As they returned to their original room, two figures were waiting for them.

Or more precisely, 1.2 figures.

Ortemilia and the Dream God, while puzzled by the subtle atmosphere between the siblings, spoke.

“I’ve consulted with the Dream God here and narrowed down the list. How about it, would you like to hear?”

In Ortemilia’s hand was a document.

It was a list of gods who remained in this land and those who had been exiled for their sins.