"My little Otouto~"
I stopped mid kata when I heard the familiar voice. As I straightened up and turned, I was met with a face full of bare cleavage.
"Mmmph…" I mumbled, much to Mizuki's delight.
"I'm so sorry, Otouto~ Onee-chan was so busy she didn't have time to be with you~" she cooed. I felt her lips press against my forehead, which barely peeked out from her chest, before she sighed and pulled back—though she kept hold of my hand.
"Now, why don't we sit and have some tea?~" she said sweetly, then turned to Renard, who stood a little ways off. "Renard, be a dear and prepare the tea."
With a bow, he obeyed. Mizuki turned back to me.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up first?~"
I nodded, and we walked hand in hand toward the showers.
"Mmm~ I hope you're ready for your sister's love… starting with me cleaning you~" she whispered into my ear as we entered.
'How can anyone find this hot?' I cringed inwardly at the idea of someone else washing my body. 'Yet alas, I have to let her for now...'
Suppressing a sigh, I stripped down as Mizuki did the same and together we stepped into the warm water.
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"Say ahh, my Otouto~"
I obeyed as a cherry dipped in chocolate was lowered to my mouth. Letting it rest on my tongue, I savored the rich chocolate melting before Mizuki's fingers withdrew. I closed my mouth and swallowed.
Patting my head, Mizuki leaned over me, her face just above her soft, ample chest.
"I hope your friends are treating you kindly?~"
I nodded, feeling the bare skin of her legs cradling the back of my head.
"I have a duo mission with Shimizu Rin coming up soon."
I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't so close to her, but I felt her body twitch at the name.
"I see~ How is she?~"
I thought about the girl in question, then shrugged as Mizuki fed me another cherry.
"Fine. Doesn't like me and I don't like her… but we work well together."
It was true. Despite her seemingly baseless hatred, Rin was a good fighter—stronger than most people her age back in my old world.
"Is that so?~"
I looked down past my nose as Mizuki's index finger came to rest on my lips.
"Could you be a sweet little Otouto for me?~"
Knowing what she wanted, I opened my lips slightly and let her finger slip past.
"Thank you~"
Withdrawing her now-clean finger, she gently lifted my head. I sat up and turned to face her, tilting my head slightly in an attempt to seem "cuter." Mizuki frowned softly.
"My Otouto~"
I hummed in response, leaning closer as she placed a hand on the back of my head and slowly brought it to rest between her breasts.
"One of my most trusted is planning to harm me... Do you think you could stop him?~"
My nose twitched at the scent radiating from her.
'This is a chance.'
I nodded slightly. "For Onee-chan…" I mumbled into her chest.
She chuckled softly and leaned back so we could meet each other's gaze.
"Good~"
Cupping my face gently, she whispered. "I need you to..."
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I waited until Renard and Mizuki were out of sight before slouching with a groan. "Fuuuck." I looked down at my twitching left hand as thick slightly pinkish clear oil seeped from it. 'That bitch is annoying but useful.' I waited for the twitching to stop before reaching up to the collar around my neck, slipping my finger under it and feeling around for the small pin on the inside. 'I guess this is one way of conditioning someone.'
Sighing, I removed my hand from the collar and stood up straight, thinking about what Mizuki had exactly asked of me. 'Killing one of her sub-leaders…' While she hadn't given me every detail, probably due to the nature of the task, she'd provided enough information for me to figure out where they lived. 'Means I could probably just end their life through assassination.'
Yawning, I headed for a small sectioned off area I had been using to train. As I entered, I thought about Renard and how he'd stayed quiet the entire time. 'It was like he was being punished…' I hummed over it before shrugging. Taking off my clean shirt as I entered the training area, I began to think about how Mizuki had affected me.
"My resistance to Mizuki's shit has increased, so Undying Spark isn't being as overworked as before."
I reached a crudely made table and grabbed a knife, staring at it for a moment before plunging it into my hand.
"Doesn't hurt as much." I noted, tightening my grip on the handle. I ripped the blade sideways out of my hand, causing a massive spurt of blood to pour out. 'It's not that I've gotten used to the pain… I've merely become dulled to this type.'
I watched my hand stitch itself back together, admiring how it seemed as though a seamstress had come in with needle and thread. 'A shame I can't regrow limbs.'
Turning to a vial of snake venom I had procured, I lifted the bloody knife and let it soak in the venom. While it would have been better if I had a better setup for testing this, I had run into an issue… 'Should be ready now.'
Taking the knife out, I quickly jammed it back into my now-healed hand, letting go of the blade embedded in my palm. I grabbed the vial of venom and poured it into the wound just as it began stitching itself back together, pushing the knife out of my hand.
And now I waited for it to happen.
I twitched before collapsing on the ground, facing the dimming sky. 'G-got to hold o-on.' I willed myself not to use Undying Spark, and for a moment I thought it had worked—that I had finally stopped using it passively. 'Finally, I can—'
"Fuck!" I cursed as I felt the telltale signs of the venom being ejected from my system, along with the sudden loss of control over my body.
"Maybe I can't really control this power?" It was frustrating not being able to control my body the way I wanted to. Sighing, I got up and cracked my neck, then went to the crude table, grabbing a book where I had documented notes that might have seemed like nonsense to others. 'I'll give it one more try tomorrow.'