“Haah...” Al was busy working in his office, but suddenly he stopped in his tracks, his mouth curling into a smile. He and Luna hadn’t talked much on their way back from town or during dinner, yet he felt like his feelings had finally reached her. No, rather, he knew they had. He... hoped he knew it!
“I’m sure Luna—”
Knock, knock.
Hearing the sudden sound, he quickly wiped the smile from his face.
“Oh my! Your wonderful, loving sister will be making you tea! Now just...” Cecilia flung the door open without waiting for an answer. After waltzing into the room, she put the tea set down while Al looked at her in complete bewilderment.
“Oh my, Al, no! That will be your after-tea snack!”
What are you talking about!? What after-tea snack!?
She locked the door behind her and fortified it further with a spell.
“Oh my, I finally borrowed it from Feena, but it feels a bit wrong.”
Oh, okay, so it’s from Feena... That makes sense. Al finally understood where Cecilia’s outfit had come from. She was wearing bunny ears and revealing clothes—if they could even be called clothes—that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her shoulders and thighs were exposed for everyone to see, and her voluptuous breasts were on the brink of slipping out from her costume.
“Aren’t these from our neighbors to the west—”
“Exactly! This is a bunny suit!” She excitedly interrupted Al and pushed her chest out. In the next moment...
Pop!
“Oh my!”
Unable to shoulder the immense pressure that came with its new position, the top button violently shot off her costume, releasing her bountiful breasts into the wild. Al quickly turned away, but he accidentally caught a glimpse.
“Didn’t you borrow that from Feena? What are you going to do about that?”
“It’s fine, I’ll apologize later.”
“Are you sure that’ll smooth things over?”
While trying to explore the possible solutions to this unfortunate situation, Al took his coat off and held it out to Cecilia, simultaneously doing his best to avoid being hypnotized by her swaying breasts.
“Just as expected of my lovely, kindhearted little brother. Now, let’s have tea!”
Cecilia didn’t even flinch after what had happened, and started to prepare the tea. Despite her being almost bare-chested, she handled the tea set with the utmost care. Al wondered if he should commend her on being so careful and absorbed in tea-brewing considering the less-than-ideal circumstances.
“Oh my, this is a very special tea. I don’t want to spill even a single drop of it,” Cecilia said with a smile, answering Al’s innermost thoughts.
Am I really that transparent?
Al sat on the sofa across from Cecilia. He figured he’d quietly wait until she was done, since she wouldn’t step away from brewing the tea even if there was an emergency. That was easier said than done with Cecilia’s ripe melons in full view, though. She may have had his jacket on, but it didn’t cover much.
“Oh my, here you go.”
His eyes were glued to her breasts rather than the teacup.
Crap! Crap!
He grabbed the cup and gulped down the tea in a desperate attempt to divert his attention from Cecilia’s chest. In doing so, he walked straight into Cecilia’s trap.
“Hm? Cecilia, isn’t this much sweeter than usual?”
Thanks to his sister’s hobby, he was equipped with enough knowledge to distinguish between good tea and bad.
“Oh my, you can feel it?” Cecilia said with a smile. “You seemed tired today, so I added a secret ingredient.”
Normally, Al would’ve appreciated Cecilia’s consideration. Normally.
“Don’t you feel uncomfortable with your front in full view?”
Asking nonchalantly, he checked his temperature since he could feel blood rushing to his head. Cecilia’s room wasn’t exactly close to Al’s, and the corridors were full of maids working and guards patrolling the castle at night. Althos may not have been a wealthy country, but their castle was nothing to sneeze at. It rivaled any other royal castle on the continent in sheer size.
“Oh my, worry not, my lovely little brother. I will not show my nude skin to anyone except you! I will simply put anyone I happen to come across to sleep from the shadows!”
“Why do you have to come up with this elaborate plan to knock our staff out!? Just change into something else!” That being said, Cecilia was loved by everyone. The staff would probably forgive her that much. “I’m more worried about our people than—”
Hic!
Al was starting to feel a bit dizzy, and his thoughts were getting hazy.
“Cecilia. Don’t tell me the secret ingredient is...”
“It’s exactly what you think it is. I put in just a dash of the highest quality Dingo brandy.”
“Just a dash?”
“Indeed. About a one-to-one ratio.”
“That’s hardly a dash!”
Al fancied himself a glass of liquor every once in a while, but Dingo brandies were known for their sweet taste and unusually high alcohol content. He’d just chugged half a cup of that.
“Cecilia. What are you planning?” he asked while desperately trying to assess his position in his wildly-spinning world.
“Oh my, w-well, don’t misunderstand. It’s not because I’m worried you’re getting too close to Feena and Sharon, or because Luna is here too!”
“Why are you acting all whishy-whashy all of a shudden!? And ish not eben cute when yoush do it!” He managed to finish his comeback despite his slurred speech.
“Oh my, are you drunk? Let me help you sober up!”
She took out a small bottle with white liquid swimming inside it. Unsure if she was going to help him sober up or get him even drunker, Al glared at her.
“Whas’ya doin’?”
He was starting to question if he was hallucinating from the excessive amount of alcohol in his blood.
“Oh my, I couldn’t find a proper cup, so I’ll use this instead.” Cecilia tilted her head, asking with her eyes if there was a problem with what she was doing.
There was a problem. Two of them, in fact, and they were huge. Her voluptuous breasts had been dangling freely since the button incident. She squeezed them together with her hand and poured the white liquid between them.
“Traditionally, there’s a better way to consume this, but that would lead to a hairy situation.”
What could be better than drinking it from a small pond between your boobs!? And how could things get even hairier than this!?
Unfortunately, his comebacks wouldn’t help him, so he decided to take a safer route and summoned his softest voice.
“Sheshilia. I’m shupher dhupher habby for your conshiderashion, bwut lemme dwink it fhom a cub!”
“You can’t do that! Those cups are for tea, not medicine!” He was instantly shot down with what felt like a made-up rule, but there was nothing Al could do. Cecilia wouldn’t budge an inch when it came to tea.
“Now, please enjoy it!” she said while pushing her huge melons closer to him.
I have to sober up and make a run for it, but I need that medicine to do that. The gears were spinning in his head. Even if he decided to run for it, the moment he stood up he’d get smooshed by her massive bosom. I can tumble over the sofa and run!
Tumbling over a sofa wasn’t the safest thing to do drunk, but he didn’t have much choice. He collected all his remaining focus, and—
“Oh my, where do you think you’re going?” Cecilia caught him by the head before he could enact his master plan, smooshing it between her breasts. All the pent-up medicine spilled out from the gentle, lovely pond they’d made and rained down on Al. At the very least, it helped his drunkenness a little bit.
“Oh my, look at you. You’re drenched! It’s okay, I’ll help you change.”
She didn’t reach out to Al’s drenched shirt. Instead, she slid her hands down to his pants.
“What are you doing with my pants, Cecilia?”
“Oh my, would you rather I did it with my mouth, you needy little boy?”
“I never said that!” He reached out to push Cecilia off of himself so he could see, but all he accomplished was groping her breasts.
“Ahhn♡ I had no idea you liked boobs this much!”
“What’s gotten into you!? Why are you so pushy today!? You’re kinda scary!”
“S-Scary...” Cecilia’s whole body twitched, and her movements stopped upon hearing Al’s desperate plea.
“Oh my, I won’t let that break me today!” she declared, pushing her chest toward Al with even more vigor than before. Her usual, carefree smile seemed much more earnest as she desperately chased after Al with her sticky, shimmering breasts.
“What the hell is going on with you today!?”
Thanks to the medicine being absorbed through his skin, his drunkenness had mostly faded. In return, however, something else has started to well up.
“Does it really matter!? We’ll be doing Heavenly Surge whether you like it or not!”
“Stop ignoring me!”
This is bad. She’s dead set on having her way with me.
Cecilia suddenly broke eye contact with him.
“Buuut, disregarding Sharon and Feena, or, well, not disregarding them, but... Whatever, you even did Heavenly Surge with Kanon, and right after she entered the country! I’m your sister, so why won’t you...?” she said with a cutesy voice, but that didn’t have much effect on Al. Or, more accurately, he had no idea how she came to that conclusion.
“Stooop! Even if it’s for sealing the Demon King, I can’t—!” Perhaps due to still being slightly tipsy, his tongue slipped.
It’s okay, she never listens to me anyway.
“Is Heavenly Surge for sealing the Demon King?”
Of course she’d listen to me at the worst possible time! And she got it all nice and clear!
“Oh, no, it was just a figure of speech...”
Her smile suddenly vanished, leaving only doubt on her face. Al caved under the pressure and gave the first excuse that came to his mind.
“Unfortunately, Al, I have something important to attend to. We shall continue your treatment another day.”
I don’t think it’s unfortunate at all, though!
She flashed a small smile, got off Al, and headed toward the door. Al felt like he was left hanging, but at least the crisis has been averted.
“Guess I’ll change and go to sleep...”
He was concerned about Cecilia’s drastic mood change, but as the world around him was still spinning slightly, he decided to leave that issue for another day.