Ch.200Traffic Control (1)

Llewellyn knew his sister was someone who had a weakness for cute things.

Although their circumstances weren’t good enough for Llewellyn or Lucilla to raise pets.

The landlady of the place they were renting wasn’t like that.

As a property owner in her own right, she had both dogs and cats, and occasionally when she was busy, she would dump them on Yoon Sejin who was idle at home.

On such days, Yoon Sea would come home and dote on the animals all day long.

Yoon Sejin would watch such scenes and wonder whether he should be jealous of the animals or not.

Now he knew that what he felt then was a kind of romantic affection.

Llewellyn could see that same side of his sister in this world too.

Judging by appearances, she had taken the small and cute Melody as her adopted younger sister, and before Llewellyn appeared as a competitor, she would sit Melody on her lap and knead her cheeks like rice cakes.

And that wasn’t all. Before Ortemilia showed her maternal side, she would often casually stroke her head.

Though Eshatherna was more pretty than cute in appearance so it wasn’t as noticeable, when Eshatherna clung to her asking to be doted on, she would stroke and hug her without hesitation.

And if he had to pick only two beings who received the most affection from Lucilla among all those people and animals.

“I can’t live like this.”

One was Hugh, and the other was Isla.

And just like Hugh, Isla also knew well that she was being doted on and took advantage of it.

If it had been Valterok who shot the water gun at Lucilla’s face now instead of Isla, the nest would not have survived.

Rather, Lucilla took Isla’s water gun shot as a cute prank.

“Your clothes are all wet now.”

“You’re going to wash up anyway.”

“Huh?”

“…I mean, if you’re going to wash up anyway, you’ll have to take them off, and if you’re going to take them off, it doesn’t matter if they’re wet or not, and you didn’t wear them with the possibility of getting wet in mind, right?”

“How did you understand that, Sejin…?”

If it had been someone she didn’t like, she would have gotten angry even if she was going to take them off anyway and even if the clothes could get wet.

But Lucilla gently brushed off Isla’s prank and took off her clothes.

Her voluptuously revealed body was stimulating. Llewellyn watched his sister enter the bath and stretch out her long legs before finally answering.

“Just, as we spent time together, it became like this.”

“That’s why it’s comfortable.”

Isla tilted her head slightly to lean on Llewellyn’s shoulder. Lucilla took in both Isla and her brother with her eyes before reaching out to embrace Isla.

Water splashed up and then subsided, and Isla tried to struggle but stopped resisting when faced with overwhelming strength.

Lucilla buried her nose in Isla’s hair, which had a subtle grayish tint at the ends, and nuzzled her face against it. Isla, perhaps flustered by Lucilla’s sudden physical contact, raised her tail stiffly.

“Really… I can’t even scold this cat-girl.”

“Why?”

“The fact that you’re asking is the reason.”

She kneaded Isla while embracing her from behind, and Llewellyn blankly watched the suggestive play between the two adult women.

“Sejin.”

“…Yes, sis.”

“Have you explained everything?”

Explanation. Though it was put indirectly, Isla wasn’t someone who lacked perception.

She looked at Llewellyn expressionlessly while sitting on Lucilla’s lap.

“Isn’t it… strange?”

A voice tinged with subtle fear.

When they first intertwined their bodies and progressed to a relationship that siblings shouldn’t have, she had seemed not to care what anyone in the world might say.

But now Lucilla showed subtle signs of fear. Fear of not being accepted, of being ignored or considered strange.

Whether it was because it was actually true, or because her modern way of thinking remained.

Llewellyn couldn’t distinguish which it was, but there was no need to.

“The world is strange, so it’s okay.”

It wasn’t saying it wasn’t strange. But it wasn’t condemning either.

Lucilla’s expression frowned slightly before she sighed and rested her chin on Isla’s crown, while Isla closed her eyes as she lay at an angle.

A slight sound came from her throat. It was a sound that only came when she was truly content.

“So… is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Being your real sister, unable to support my brother’s love as a sister should… clinging shamefully… loving you like this, um, isn’t it, you know, a bit much?”

Her voice grew more moist as she spoke. Was she feeling ashamed as she talked about it?

Isla read that sign, and so did Llewellyn.

“I actually thought you would oppose it. When Sejin said he loved you too and would love you together, I was a little angry… I don’t have the right to…”

“It’s natural for a good man to have many women.”

The siblings froze momentarily at Isla’s response.

Not only was it incomprehensible from a modern perspective, but they also remembered that Isla had once been extremely jealous.

Looking at her questioningly, Isla shifted in her position to use Lucilla’s large chest as a pillow and said:

“As long as you love me enough, it’s fine.”

The place where Isla had grown up was the North.

The North was a place where barbaric customs still existed, and polygamy was practiced.

Isla was the same.

“In the Empire and other kingdoms, usually only one woman is attached to a man, so I was anxious.”

But after being embraced once and clearly “possessed,” her anxiety disappeared.

That’s what Isla was saying. Llewellyn’s mouth gaped at her boldness and cultural difference, and Lucilla hesitated for a moment before:

“…What about me? Your sister and brother, um, even sleeping together… and all that.”

“My brother wanted to devour me.”

And wanted to share love at the same time. At those casually spoken words, Llewellyn’s gaze stopped at the pendant on her large chest.

“So it’s okay.”

“…That’s hard to understand.”

Isla didn’t say there was no need to understand.

Something that might seem almost bland at first glance. Llewellyn and Lucilla exchanged glances, thinking.

That perhaps Isla’s thought process was even more unique than Lorian’s or Eshatherna’s.

Well, there had always been signs of it.

Knowing she was enchanted yet still liking him, accepting that siblings were committing incest and planning to form a harem including herself.

It was still unfamiliar to Llewellyn and Lucilla, who were still influenced by modern thinking.

The strangest part was that Isla herself knew this well.

Even her boldness and refreshing attitude of not bothering to explain.

Llewellyn and Lucilla eventually got swept up in that atmosphere.

Because there were still remaining issues.

“So… there’s no problem?”

“Nope.”

Isla moved her head, pressing against Lucilla’s chest. She opened her eyes drowsily and said:

“Rather, it’s other people you should worry about.”

“…Melody.”

Lucilla sighed. Llewellyn felt similarly, though he made no sound.

“Melody… wouldn’t accept it, would she?”

“Mmm, not as far as I know.”

Conveying what kind of relationship he had with his sister was the first problem.

Melody was a sensible person, and at the same time, she hadn’t had anyone she cared for before Llewellyn.

And suddenly asking such a Melody to enter a polyamorous relationship that included sibling incest.

“Would she get angry?”

“She might even stab us…?”

She would certainly fly into a rage.

“Then tell her she can opt out.”

“…I don’t think I can do that.”

A sensible person would say that if someone doesn’t want to be part of such a relationship, they could opt out.

But Llewellyn was far from sensible in this regard.

Having been loved by only one person his whole life, and having lost more than gained throughout his life.

Llewellyn didn’t want to lose any potential thing that could come into his hands.

He wanted to be happy that way. To be greedy, to have everything resolved as he wished.

He wanted to live happily.

Melody was part of that. She was a woman who loved and liked him, and he didn’t want to lose her.

He wanted to hold that small body in his arms and return love with love.

“Greedy.”

“That’s right, even though you already have two.”

Lucilla, who had been agreeing with Isla’s words, added with a “but still”:

“I’d also prefer if Melody didn’t give up. Because her life has been more about being hated than loved.”

She seemed to want Melody to be part of this relationship, even if in a different form.

“And I think Melody would be fine with it. Even though we’ve grown distant because of my anxiety…”

But the method was unclear. Llewellyn exhaled while leaning against the bath wall, and Lucilla, still holding Isla, moved as if sliding in the bath to stick close to his side.

It was a waste of space for three people to be so close together in a bath that could easily fit ten people.

But Llewellyn liked that closeness.

The soft feel of his sister’s skin touching his shoulder, her good-smelling hair and ear now tilted to rest on Llewellyn’s shoulder.

And the smooth sensation of that elastic flesh, slender yet voluptuous, unlike his sister’s.

Llewellyn enjoyed all those sensations and wished Melody could join them too.

And perhaps, if he really wished, Lorian as well.

‘…Not sure about Esha.’

She was cognitively closer to a dog, so it was difficult to decide. Llewellyn wrapped his arms around his sister’s and Isla’s waists, pulling them close.

“It’s just that the method seems far-fetched.”

Lucilla concluded, and Llewellyn nodded in agreement.

It would be difficult even if Melody were uneducated, but Melody was one of the few beings in this world who could be called a scholar.

Although she was called a duel scholar, her foundation was as a minstrel, and she was a masterpiece of the duel school, having graduated from the duel school which was no different from a university.

Just as Llewellyn was wondering if they might end up being persuaded rather than persuading her, it happened.

“I’m curious about something.”

Isla suddenly said.

“What will you do at night?”

“Huh?”

“What?”

When the siblings expressed their confusion with similar expressions, Isla demonstratively sat up and faced Llewellyn.

More precisely, between Llewellyn’s legs.

Lucilla’s face, which had been gentle until now, stiffened, but Isla demonstratively closed her eyes and brought her face closer.

And so their lips overlapped.

Though his sister was right beside him, staring with a stiff face, Llewellyn couldn’t resist and accepted the tongue that entered beyond their overlapping lips with his eyes closed.

The movement subsided. The sound of splashing water decreased, and the sticky sound of tongues rubbing against each other echoed.

In the midst of it, there was a small water sound with a splashing noise from beside Llewellyn, but he had no time to pay attention.

As Isla moved her hips back and forth, stimulating “Llewellyn’s change” that had already risen due to heat and continued stimulation, while sucking his tongue and tracing his gums with her tongue.

It was only natural that his breathing became rough.

He remained engrossed even as his breath grew ragged. With her arms around Llewellyn’s neck, pressing her body tightly against his, she brushed their overlapping lips and intertwined their tongues.

The kiss, which had continued for quite some time, ended with breaths that had become rough enough to sound suggestive.

Isla moaned as she pulled her face away and trembled her dreamy eyes.

“Like this.”

Isla rolled her eyes, and Lucilla flinched as she pulled her hand out from under the water.

“If it’s like this…?”

Lucilla, whose face had reddened despite trying to act normal, asked, and Llewellyn realized what she meant and opened his eyes wide.

Only Lucilla belatedly noticed.

“What will you do when you want to do it from now on?”

Isla hugged Llewellyn tightly and gave Lucilla a look.

It was a gaze that clearly revealed her pent-up sexual desire.