Chapter 171

EP.171 On a Stormy Night (6)

A soft, sultry whisper from his little sister, like a secret being told by a small child.

Belltein, startled by the cool breath that evaporated the cold sweat on the back of her neck in an instant, was just about to turn around absentmindedly.

Huuuh!

Out of nowhere, an unknown force flipped her body over.

That strange tension, as if invisible threads were piercing through every joint, forcibly pulled Belltein toward a destination where Regis lay peacefully asleep on the bed.

Ah, no!

Letting out a dizzying scream, Belltein pressed down on the bed with both arms, barely managing to support herself.

If she didn’t do this, her body would completely cover Regis’s small frame.

In the moment, it was a reaction not too bad considering the situation, but it didn’t take long for Belltein to realize it was merely a temporary solution.

Uuumm…

Uuuh…!

The distance had shrunk so much that their noses almost touched.

She could clearly see how the eyeballs rolled behind closed eyelids and how her lips twisted and turned.

Gulp.

In that moment, Belltein couldn’t easily distinguish whether the sinister sound that fell into her consciousness was hers or Regis’s.

Stop! Stop it! Welna!

Belltein knew there was only one person capable of causing such a mysterious phenomenon.

Identifying the culprit wasn’t a difficult task.

But why she was doing this, Belltein couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Although she had improved significantly lately, the Saint’s obsession with Regis was far from normal.

For Belltein, who clearly remembered the image of the Saint throwing a tantrum and being horrified whenever she and Regis tried to hug, this behavior felt even more bizarre.

It’s okay. Sister.

But just then, a pure voice, reminiscent of a sweet angel playing the harp, burst into her confused thoughts like a cleansing tide.

You can play with big brother especially. Welna will allow it.

Thud!

Something snapped.

A strange current that couldn’t be explained was guiding Belltein’s consciousness in a direction it had never ventured in her entire life.

As if someone had caught a fishing hook on her heart, forcing out instinct she had tightly hidden inside. No, it was more like an impulse.

If she chased after that, she’d turn her back on the will of God she’d protected her whole life.

That tiny bit of anxiety. No, only the guilt was her only line of defense.

No! Don’t do this! Welna! I don’t want to do this!

Yet Belltein continued to resist fiercely.

With her eyes tightly shut, she desperately ducked her head, striving with all her might to escape this dire situation.

But that futile struggle didn’t last long.

What are you saying, sister? This is what you wanted.

Ah, no! That’s wrong! Welna! I never wanted this…!

Never?

…Huh?

She was caught up in her own words. Just that was enough for Belltein to struggle to continue speaking.

With a tone that suggested she had a pretty good idea about something, the Saint’s bold demeanor and her skillful hands caressing Belltein’s chest reminded her of memories she’d sunk in the depths of forgetfulness.

Yes, it was just days after Regis had shamelessly touched Belltein’s chest.

The first time her breasts were touched by a man, labeled a dog, a desperate struggle ending in futile resistance, that thrilling sense of powerlessness left a warm heat within her on a tranquil night.

To relieve the unspeakable lust building beneath her tight cloak, Belltein loosened her clothing after much deliberation.

Of course, it was entirely her own will.

Welna. You saw it.

─!!?

With a shock as if she had been hit by a hammer, Belltein’s mind suddenly went hazy, and for a brief moment her heightened sense of danger loosened, allowing the Saint to cunningly slip in.

Hehe, sister is a liar and shy, isn’t she?

W-wait, wait a moment! Welna! Stop it!

Her urgent plea was hopelessly drowned out by the pastel pink moan that followed.

Click. Tickle.

As buttons used to fasten her clothing under the Saint’s small hands came undone one by one, the cloak that solemnly covered Belltein’s curvaceous body slid off smoothly.

Revealing itself right after was a massive binding that covered her two hills, looking constricting even to the eye.

A violent aspect that had to be hidden for the stout sister of the temple due to her body that could draw attention from all.

This was the first time she’d ever shown such embarrassing parts of herself in front of anyone other than family.

Welna knows. Actually, back then, you subconsciously wanted your brother to touch you more, didn’t you?

Ah, no!

You were scared when big brother, who usually was so gentle, suddenly turned frightening. But it was also kind of thrilling, right? The feel of his solid skin wrapped tightly around you wouldn’t leave your mind, would it?

Th-that’s not true!

Even the bit that was a little painful, in hindsight, felt good, so you were rolling around with your face buried in the pillow, right?

Ah, no…

Belltein strongly refuted the Saint’s claims, but it was evident to anyone that there was no strength behind her words.

Then why were you fondling your chest while imagining your brother?

U-uh…?

Why were you twisting and turning your nipples, rubbing between your navel and groin?

Uh, a, aah, ahhh…

Did you think no one would know if you turned off the lights and buried yourself under the blankets?

Ahh…

Suddenly struck dumb by this barrage of specific questions, Belltein momentarily fell into thought.

It couldn’t be true.

That night was a shameful mistake she’d vowed to carry to her grave as the first and last blunder of her life.

She had locked the door tight, covered the windows with thick cloth, and even bit the pillow in fear of her moans escaping.

So how could the Saint, who wasn’t there, know about that night in so much detail?

How…?

Just as a thick suspicion began to bloom in Belltein’s tangled mind of shame.

Wait…

As she struggled to tilt her head toward the direction of the Saint’s voice, everything that had just transpired was enough to shock her consciousness as if it were simply a trivial matter.

Wel… me…?

With a sly grin in response to her call, the Saint smiled.

Even if one were to generously say she looked like a girl who had just finished her essential coursework, she had grown to the point of being able to call her a mature woman.

Only her characteristically petite figure remained unchanged.

Yet, just by exuding a mysterious aura and graceful movements, she gave off a dignified air reminiscent of a national princess, leaving Belltein in sheer admiration.

After all, Welna stepped up to make a big concession. How unfair! Welna is still weak and can’t properly make a baby with big brother! What if that woman takes him away!?

Even her angry demeanor was so beautiful!

Even in such a serious situation, her inherent foolishness surfaced, showcasing a relatable human side that brought immense joy to Belltein.

Could it be that the incident earlier that day, when the Saint used an immense amount of holy power against thugs trying to take Regis’s life, was the root of all this chaos?

Just as something that could be accurately called an answer to her confusion finally emerged in Belltein’s mind.

There’s no helping it. If sister can’t do it, I’ll just ask him to do it for me.

Huh? What did you just say…

Chwa-reul-leug!

With those words from the Saint, thin chains wrapped around all of Belltein’s limbs, shifting her gaze from the floor to the ceiling in an instant.

The breasts, somewhat contained by the binding, throbbed loudly enough to be felt without being touched.

Her chubby legs, which had modestly covered her private parts, were playfully spread wide apart by the wicked chains.

With her arms firmly secured above her on the bed, it was truly like a rat trapped in a cage.

An alluring prize laid out on the bed.

Words like “irresistible feast” seemed most fitting to define Belltein at the moment.

W-what…?

Unable to fully grasp the situation before her, Belltein’s face flushed as she struggled to catch her breath for a moment.

Come here. Big brother.

Even in a state of unconsciousness, Regis creaked and lurched toward Belltein as if a puppet strung up by invisible threads.

Heeek.

Immediately afterward, the sweet sound of a hiccup rang out, the only voice untainted by confusion from Belltein’s lips.