The door squeaked open. Behind it, a heavenly scene enticed me in. A towel draped Claire, her plumpy jugs almost breaking free from the tight wrap. Her floral scent pulled my nose closer, but my conscience held me back like a whispering angel. Together, they played a tug of war, petrifying me on the spot.
Claire twirled her wet hair while blushing. "Rie, I am fine. I am sorry for making you worried."
Her explanation set me back to reality. Relieved, I heaved a sigh. "I thought something happened because I heard you calling my name."
"About that, I was doing something. Does Rie want to take a bath next?" she asked, sucking a strand of hair on her lips.
Shouting my name in the bathroom with a flushed expression. I prevented myself from careless assumptions before, but she definitely played with her flower while thinking of me.
"I will do it later. I was in the middle of exercise," I replied, shoving aside my assumption.
"Too bad. I don't mind rubbing your back."
"Heh." I shook my head in astonishment. This girl really had the face to tease me after getting caught fingering herself when thinking about me. Well, for the sake of avoiding awkwardness, I would turn the other cheek.
"Nah, sis, gotta finish exercise first."
"Fufufu, you are a shy boy."
Red hue brushed her ears, almost making me roll my eyes. Being a good little brother, I gave her a face.
She still annoyed me, though, so I flicked her forehead. "You are going to catch a cold. Dress yourself."
I paid her no more attention and continued my exercise. I faced the wall and assumed my meditation stance. The excitement I felt earlier when mana penetrated my body, I wanted to feel it again.
My mind lacked thoughts as I matched my breathing rhythm, and mana came to me soon. I welcomed it openly. When it touches the tip of my pores, a loud blowing sound scattered it away. Or rather, it disrupted my concentration, cutting my connection with mana.
I glanced over curiously and saw her drying her hair. It was a normal thing to do, but she sat before her dresser while naked. My eyes immediately locked into her plump peach. It made me wonder how her boobs and ass retain their shapes. Did her nutrition go there?
Slapping my head, I locked into the wall again. Inhale deeply. Exhale calmly. I emptied my mind through rhythmic meditation.
When I opened my eyes, my vision fuzzed. My legs trembled from the weight of my own body. However, I felt not exhausted. My muscles enjoyed the bliss of relaxation. Thanks to that, I could not exert my energy.
As I stumbled back, my head landed on a soft cushion. Claire hugged me from behind and dragged me onto the bed.
"You have pushed yourself too far. You are now in a state of mana addiction. It won't do bad to you, but you need to rest to restore your condition. Just take a rest here from now," she said, resting my head on a soft pillow.
I glanced at her. "Sister, I—"
She closed my lips with her index finger. "Ssshh. All you need to do is relax."
Seeing her soft smile, my heart warmed. Her fingers brushed through my forehead and down to my chin. Her gentle strokes emptied my thoughts. Eventually, everything turned black.
Black.
Quiet.
And then...
"Ahn, ahn, ahn...."
Melodious moans charged my consciousness. I slowly opened my eyes. Through the blurred vision, Claire rode on my pelvis, wildly grinding on my hard shaft. Back and forth. Her hips danced in a curved arc.
"Little brother, little brother, my little brother~" she repeated between each moan with her flushed face. Her hip dance became more intense to the point she placed her hand on my navel to support her back.
She looked extremely beautiful tonight. Especially her moaning expression when she twirled her own nipple.
I really wanted to devour her as well, but I had no energy to move. In fact, my physical body felt nothing. That made me think if this was a dream. Perhaps it was. No way she would do this without my consent. That would be rape.
Closing my eyelids, the moans disappeared alongside the darkness. I heard and saw nothing. Only darkness.
I was right all along. None of these really happened. I just dreamed about my deepest carnal desire. As her friend, I was ashamed of myself.
When I opened my eyes again, energy pumped my veins. I felt lighter as if I could jump high toward the ceiling. However, something pressured my shoulder. Glancing aside, Claire pressed her cheek against my delt as she slept soundly.
I gently fixed her position on the pillow. I was about to cover her with a blanket when I noticed her wearing a seen-through baby doll. Her black-laced underwear seemed to be wet around the outline of the labia.
I shook my head and immediately covered her. When I got off the bed, my whole body felt lighter, except for the unusual weight on my groin.
"I am really the worst," I muttered, sighing.
I immediately tiptoed to the bathroom and spent a long time there. Since she still enjoyed her sleep, I went ahead playing with my old best friends, my hands.
It had been so long. I indulged myself in my imagination with her. When I came out of the bathroom, I felt no burden in my groin. My whole body felt lighter.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and coughed after noticing that I had spent one hour.
"I hope she's still sleeping. I guess spending time with a girl in a room is dangerous. I need to persuade her to come out."
When I turned at the bed, nobody slept on it. I immediately seized the whole room and found her crouching at the corner.
Something smelt wrong, so I hurried my steps toward her. I widened my eyes in disbelief when she cut her wrist again with her magic technique.
I pulled her wrist and asked, "What the fuck are you doing? I thought you had promised me to not do this without me?"
She immediately hugged my leg while sobbing. "Rie, Rie, Rie. You are still here."
I crouched and patted her head. "I have told you that I won't go anywhere without telling you. Are you thinking that I am a liar?"
She shook her head. "Rie is wonderful. It's I who is pathetic. I don't deserve you. They told me that I should know my place. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for having my way on you last night. I am genuinely sorry."
There were many things I wanted to ask. Did she have her way on me last night? Who were the people that told her this nonsense about her being worthless? What was hurting her feeling so much?
I wanted to know, but I chose to be silent. I only pulled her into my embrace and let her cry her feelings out. Such was the responsibility of letting her into my life. I presented my company when she needed me the most.