Chapter 17: Sisterly love

My heart pounded.

My relationship with Sister was on the brink of collapse.

It made everything feel meaningless.

All my efforts to get closer to her…

Since realizing my feelings, I’d showered her with affection.

She told me she loved me every day,
but her actions only showed sisterly love.

I cherished even that, always craving her touch.

Unlike her passive affection, I was more direct,
expressing my feelings through kisses and hugs.

I woke her with kisses every morning, snuggling in her arms.
My days started with a kiss and ended with one for her as she watched me fall asleep.

I followed her like a shadow, joining her for meals, studies, training, even baths and bedtime.
I pursued her relentlessly.

Only after my persistent affection did she start showing…ambiguous reactions.
Her obliviousness was frustrating, but I persisted.

She would only pat or caress me more, her passivity unchanged.

She often touched my plump buttocks.
She seemed to like their soft texture.

At some point, her touch started feeling…strange, but not unpleasant. Rather, it was…pleasurable.

Thanks to her constant attention, my butt seemed to have grown disproportionately by the time I turned twenty.

But this was just sisterly affection, a habit from our childhood. She didn’t have any special feelings for me.

Sister never saw me as more than a younger sister.
But she was everything to me.

Frustrated by the imbalance, I tried acting sullen, but
she seemed pleased when I avoided her.
She was so oblivious and dense.

But I couldn’t bring myself to confess.

I was scared.

Scared of ruining our current relationship.

Scared of never being able to be near her again.

I could only hope she’d realize my feelings someday.

Until then, I’d continue confessing in my own way.

I slowly made progress in our relationship.

Then, last year, she left for the academy.
She didn’t know how devastated I was.

I barely ate for a while.
My chubby cheeks became hollow and pale, turning me into a sickly-looking pretty girl for months.

Finally, it was my turn to enter the academy.

Lily Academy was a scary place,
full of potential threats and schemes.

But it was also where Sister was.

I’d navigated this treacherous path with my eyes fixed on her, but she seemed to have grown distant.

Just a few days ago, we were still close.

“Ellie, are you alright?”

A gentle voice broke my thoughts.

I looked up.

Six eyes, full of concern, stared down at me—two human, two wolf, and two…something else.

I remembered Sister, leaving me behind.

This was all their fault.

Sister had warned me.

Not to trust anyone at the academy.

If it weren’t for them…

No, this was my fault.

A disobedient younger sister, ignoring her older sister’s warnings.

Even I would be disgusted with myself.

But I couldn’t give up.
I needed to see Sister.

Apologize, get scolded, anything.

It was the weekend; she would have time.
If she didn’t want to see me, then…

‘I’ll force her…’

I shook my head, stopping myself.

I couldn’t force myself on her.
I had to remain the good little sister in front of her.

A good little sister, harboring such ugly, obsessive feelings…

She might leave me if she knew.

I had to hide my true feelings, maintaining the facade of a cheerful younger sister.

But first, I needed to see her tomorrow.

I stood up, my mind made up.

Six pairs of eyes watched me.

I hated being looked down upon.

Even standing on my tiptoes didn’t help.

Linne, seeing my struggle, bent down, placing her hands on her knees.

Now, we were eye-level.

“Better, Ellie?”

“I don’t need your…consideration.”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“I wasn’t upset in the first place.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

Linne gently took my hand,
as if holding something precious and fragile.

Her usual stoic expression seemed almost…gentle.

When did she become so kind?

A pervert obsessed with my sides.

Her actions felt…fake.

But my mood was actually improving.

I’d fallen into their trap.

I shouldn’t be with them, not when it came to Sister.

But their warmth, so different from Sister’s, was slowly winning me over.

What should I do, Sister?

****

The long-awaited weekend arrived.

The air felt fresh and invigorating.

Perhaps Sister would be in a better mood today.

I knew where she lived from our letters.

I hadn’t told her I was coming, but that shouldn’t matter between sisters.

The second-year dormitory was quite a walk from mine.

It was early morning, and the hallways were empty.

I knocked softly on Sister’s door.

“Um…Sister, it’s me, Ellie…”

Sister’s clear voice was music to my ears.

She was already awake.

Hearing her voice made me want to cry.

How would she react after yesterday?

Would she send me away?

My mind raced with possibilities.

After a moment of silence, the door clicked open.

Sister stood there, a small smile on her face.

She didn’t seem surprised to see me.

Did she know I was coming?

“Oh, you’re here, Ellie.”

“Sister, I…”

“Come in. Let’s talk.”

“Okay…”

She seemed to be in a good mood.
Actually, she looked…happy.

I followed her inside.

Her room was tidy.

The bed was made; she’d been up for a while.

A pleasant scent filled the air.

I noticed she was already dressed and wearing makeup.

She wore a pretty dress that accentuated her figure. Was she going somewhere?

She usually slept in.

Who was she planning to meet, all dressed up this early?

“So, what’s up, Ellie?”

She smiled, oblivious to my inner turmoil.

“Sister…do you…hate me now?”

Her smile widened.

“Why would I hate you, Ellie? You’re so adorable.”

“But…I disobeyed you and made friends at the academy…”

“Yes, perhaps you need some…education.”

Sister’s “education”…

It involved a lecture on the various types of perverts at Lily Academy, followed by a practical demonstration.

I… appreciated the third type. Not that I liked it, but it was…memorable.

“We haven’t seen each other in so long…and you want to start with education?”

I looked at her with a hurt expression, and she stumbled back.

“Yes. You need it right now, Ellie.”

My attempt backfired. She seemed even more determined.

“Th…then…could we do the third type, please?”

She told me to lie face down on the bed.

The dorm bed was large; there was plenty of space even with me lying down.

But this wasn’t the third type…

Confused, I looked back and saw Sister approaching, her red eyes blazing.

“The third type, you said?”

She smiled gently and placed her hand on my head, stroking my hair.

Her gentle, loving touch sent shivers down my spine.

“But Ellie, at the academy…”

Her hand started moving down.

From my head to my neck, then down my shoulders and back.
Her hand stopped at my waist, teasingly caressing me.

“Ah…Sister…”

I moaned involuntarily, like a plea.

Sister seemed to make up her mind and said firmly,

“We never do what Ellie wants.”

Her hand moved towards my soft, plump buttocks.