080 - Interlewd III: Sibling Love
Today is a special day.
Even after their long-awaited, great victory, their work wasn't done just yet. A huge mess was left behind that had to be taken care of, and thus everyone worked hard for days to tie all the loose ends and make sure nothing would come back to bite them in the ass at a later point. But all the urgent stuff is now done with, which means they can focus on more important stuff.
Which means it's finally happened! Their precious date is here!
Humming happily, she checks herself out in the mirror and nods in satisfaction.
Cute and stylish, without being too out there. Casual clothes like these work best for today's plans.
Leaving the room, she accidentally walks right into Nii-san. And sure, maybe she takes the chance to wrap her arms around him and bury her face on his chest, enjoying his body warmth and calming scent, but that's just her making the best of this happy little accident.
Anyone else would have done the same in her place, she's sure.
"Ooof! Careful where you're going, Haku." Nii-san returns her hug with a fond chuckle. "Or maybe you were being careful? I'm flattered."
Tsk, busted.
"Nii-san! Mou, don't go and outright say it out loud!" She puffs her cheeks in protest, finally pulling back to take a good look at what Nii-san is wearing "Are you ready for… Oh, damn."
"I'll take that as the praise it was no doubt intended." He comments with an unfair smile that makes her heart melt. "As expected, Haku looks cute no matter what."
"Damn straight, I do. And we look damn fine together." She proudly puffs up her chest, before slapping Nii-san on the chest. "But don't forget today's not about us, okay?"
"That's my line, Miss Yandere Imouto." Nii-san fires back a totally undeserved comment. "Let's go see how the star of the day is doing, shall we?"
As if summoned by Nii-san's words, the star of the day chooses that very moment to jump out of her room and into the corridor.
"Ta-daa!" She announces cheerfully, spreading her arms to make a little twirl in front of them. "How do I look?"
The both of them run their eyes up and down the cute ensemble without a single word. Then turn their heads towards each other to trade a firm nod before finally returning their attention to their Little Big Sis.
"Cute." She declares, crossing her arms and nodding again.
"Yup, absolutely cute." Nii-san agrees, mirroring her actions.
"Mou, you always say that." Illya pouts, apparently dissatisfied with our reaction. "I was hoping for a bigger reaction."
They trade another look, this time we take a bit longer to hold a proper silent conversation. Nii-san smiles, she smiles back. They both look back at Illya, still smiling.
"Little Big Sis is so cute I could eat her whole." Nii-san announces.
"Little Big Sis is so cute I could bully her until she becomes a needy pile of sexually frustrated putty in my hands." She expands.
"We could bully her until she becomes a needy pile of sexually frustrated putty in our hands." Nii-san corrects her.
"Communism, fuck yeah." She wholeheartedly agrees.
"G–Geez, I got it, okay?" For some reason, Illya tries to pretend she's not pleased. "Enough of that, we have a date to enjoy!"
Nobody comments on the nuclear blush on her cheeks as she takes the lead and pretty much flees the house but really. Sometimes, words aren't needed at all.
The date was lots of fun but, more important, it was the sort of fun Illya would appreciate. Her strict and sheltered upbringing didn't give her many chances to play around like a normal girl her age and there was only so much her newfound freedom could do to amend that in the middle of a supernatural Battle Royale.
They took her to a theme park, then they grabbed lunch at a famiresu and finished the date with a movie. Illya had been a bit disappointed that they didn't go clubbing, but Nii-san had promised he would make the cinema worth her while, so she acquiesced, playing up her disappointment in a rather transparent attempt to hide how much she was looking forward to everything.
And Nii-san had delivered, of course. That's what he does.
That is to say, they sat Illya between the two of them and spent the whole movie whispering in her ear all the things they would do to her when they got back home and teasing her body with increasingly bolder touches and caresses. By the time the credits rolled, Illya was doing a great impersonation of a boiling tea kettle.
It didn't keep her from grabbing both their hands and physically dragging them out of the place to power-walk all the way back home. It was so quick and sudden that it nearly kept Haku from noticing the small puddle of love juices she left behind, staining her seat.
Illya drags the two of us into her room before slamming the door shut behind our backs, the long way back home having helped her calm down… absolutely nothing. If anything, she looks even more worked up than earlier. Whatever sorts of thoughts might've been going through Illya' dirty little head, she wonders?
The usually pale skin of her face is dyed red with a bush that spreads all the way to the tips of her ears and down her neck until it gets lost under her clothes. There's a dark stain spreading down her tights that her doomed efforts at hiding it with her hands only succeed at making even more conspicuous. Her chest visibly rises and lowers in rapid intervals due to her intense breathing that's barely half a step away from outright panting. Her pupils are dilated and her eyes are glassy with blatant arousal.
"Alright, you two have been running your mouths… A–and your hands! All evening!" She growls in a tone that might have been intimidating if not for the natural high pitch of her voice. "It's time someone taught you what happens when you push an Einzbern too far!"
"Illya." An unexpected voice calls from inside the room, where Atalanta lazily lies on the bed, her tail swishing around and a questioning tilt on her head as if asking whether she should be here at all for whatever is about to go down.
"B–Berserker?" Illya squawks in panic, turning towards the unexpected visitor. "I didn't see you there!"
"Well we did promise to do a lot of fun stuff to you." Nii-san adds his two cents in a thoughtful tone. "Maybe she'd like to watch?"
"N– Nothing of that is going to happen!" Illya hurries to protest in an indignant voice. "I'm about to turn the tables on you two and teach you to show some respect towards your big sister!"
"Oh, really?" Nii-san questions in an incredulous tone.
"Oh, really?" She questions in an incredulous tone.
Atalanta says nothing, but the expression on her face is enough to drive the point home.
"Berserker, you too?"
As her only answer, Atalanta leans forward from her spot on the bed, her nose ending barely an inch away from Illya' crotch before giving out a couple pointed sniffs and rolling her eyes, returning to her previous lazy position to huff and voice out two words.
"Submissive bitch."
"Berserker!" Illya steps away, covering her crotch with both hands while letting out an absolutely adorable squawk of indignation. "No, you know what? I've had enough of this! I'm going to show you that—"
"Atalanta." Nii-san cuts off the rant before it can truly get going. "Would you mind pinning your Master down for us?"
The Servant perks up, one of her ears twitching when Nii-san uses her name, but she doesn't immediately react. She remains lying on the bed, her tail flicking lazily as she studies everyone else in the room with an unreadable expression.
"Onii-chan, are you dumb?" Illya takes both hands to her hips and puffs up her chest, suddenly acting very smug. The effect is somewhat ruined by the way such a pose puts the dark spot over her crotch on display. "Of course Berserker isn't going to— Eh? Eeeeeeeeh!"
The reason her smug words are interrupted is, of course, because Atalanta choses that moment to finally snap into motion. The Servant makes her way beside Illya in the blink of an eye, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her face-up into the bed. It's merely another blink of an eye before Atalanta is standing by the head of the bed, holding both of her Master's wrists against the headrest.
"Thank you, Atalanta, you're a dear." Nii-san thanks the Servant with a smile, getting a faint blush and a pouty glare in return. "Will you stay to watch? Maybe join in for some fun?"
As Nii-san speaks, she's busy securing Illya by Projecting some fluffy manacles around her wrists and ankles. Snug and comfy for now, there'll be time to get fancy later. And a ball gag on her mouth, because the looks of outraged indignation alone are enough to make it worth the effort.
To everyone's disappointment, Atalanta chooses to take her leave as soon as she's no longer needed to keep Illya restrained. Though, instead of astralizing away like she's known to do when she doesn't want to be somewhere, she actually takes her time to walk out of the door. As she's walking through the threshold, she pauses for a moment to send a faint, fond smile towards Illya.
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Inside a darkened room within a certain Household, eyes snap wide open with a strangled gasp. Bed covers slid off as a figure sits up on the mattress as a hand reaches towards a heart beating wildly. Quick and swallow breathing, hair messy and sticky with sweat, cheeks flustered… as the figure takes stock of her own status, their gaze dances wildly around the room, scanning for something that's definitely not there.
Finally, the figure calms down enough to remember where she is and what's going on, letting out a long-drawn breath of relief. The relief is short lived though, as the figure freezes up and their eyes widen again, no doubt playing back the memories of what she's just gone through.
"What the hell, why did nobody tell me P-san had a total hottie as a big brother!?" Elizabeth protests into the empty air. "Why did nobody tell me P-san had such a cute and bulliable girl as a big sister?"
"I got a feeling the girl would've been just as happy doing the bullying…" The Cake Queen comments with a thoughtful hum. "But this is a surprise, I didn't think Elizabeth would be into strong, dominant gentlemen who turn girls into putty."
"Er… I mean, he was very, very hot. And I liked watching him torture the cutie…" Elizabeth crosses her arms with a small frown. "But no way I want to be bullied myself, I'd rather join in with the bullying!"
Couples are supposed to share hobbies, right? Or maybe she can help the cute girl turn the tables so they can bully him instead? So many fascinating possibilities….
"Well, I wouldn't mind getting bullied a lot like that." The Cake Queen says something incredible. "It shows a lot of care and affection that the gentleman knew his partner so intimately. I'm sure it was tons of fun once they finally got to the fun part… I wonder if they cuddled at the end? It feels like they cuddled a lot at the end!"
"Only you would think like that, you airheaded queen…" Elizabeth rolls her eyes, only for them to widen in shock when she realizes something else. "Wait, did we just have the exact same dream?"
A/N: The Return of the Dream Cycle, Nobody's Safe Edition!
It's kind of funny how not a single one of these siblings is actually blood related, huh? Sounds like the typical justifications of a shitty eroge that... wait.
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