Lucia and I stood in front of Freyaâs door hand in hand. Voice soft, she said, âDonât be too harsh, Your Highness. Donât be too upset with her when she loves you. She must be regretting it and very afraid right now. Sheâs your sister, Your Highness. Be a little gentle with her.â
I smiled and kissed Luciaâs head. With a smile, I responded, âHave you acknowledged her as my sister? You sure are nice to her. I thought youâd be very angry with what she did.â
âWe slept together, after all.â
Lucia wore an innocent expression. My face froze. Honestly, I didnât understand the elves way of sorting out problems. The same went for Mommy Vyvyan. She once told me she became friends with Elizabeth back then, because they slept together. Lucia started caring for Freya after sleeping with her once, too.
âWhy do elves use being able to sleep together or not as criteria for determining whether theyâre friends or not?â Did you two really just sleep? You sure you didnât do anything elseâŠ?â I pondered.
I always felt that my dad and I got cucked whenever Mommy Vyvyan and Mommy Elizabeth slept together. Elizabeth and Vyvyan sleeping together sounds as though itâd be censored. Is that what they call âfun without pregnancy?â
I gently knocked on the door then pushed it open. The windows werenât open and neither were the curtains. It was pitch black despite being bright and still day time. The candles didnât appear as if theyâd been switched out in a long time, because they were all burnt dry and resembled a dry teardrop, frozen on the candlestick.
There was a small silhouette curled up on the bed. Lucia grabbed my cloak and looked at me with a serious look. I nodded then went over and sat on the bed. I gave Freya, who was inside the blanket, a few gentle pats. With a smile, I said, âFreya, whatâs wrong? You didnât even come to welcome me when I returned. Whatâs wrong? You donât like your brother anymore? I should, indeed, have told you when Iâd be back. Sorry, I made you worry, Freya.â
Freya curled up underneath her blanket and let out soft sobs. Lucia sat to one side and gave me encouragement using her gaze. I gently dipped my hand into the blanket and a pair of hands grabbed it. Freya seemed to still be unwilling to see me. I looked inside the blanket and suddenly felt something odd with her handâŠ
âWhy is it so wet? Also, it doesnât seem to be sweat. This liquid textureâŠâ I wondered. I always felt the texture when I was with Nier⊠In my mind: âFreya, what are you doing?!â
Freya suddenly yanked my hand in some direction. It was warm and moist. Not only did Freya pull my hand there, but she also grabbed my fingers and stuck them in. Heck, she even began to wriggle around. My expression underwent a dramatic change, and I tried to yank my hand back, but Freya grabbed on firmly.
Lucia reprimanded me with her gaze. I didnât dare to tell her what was happening⊠ I couldnât tell my wife my sister was making me finger her⊠Moreover, how was Freya going to face Lucia from then on? Plus, there was no way in hell Lucia would spare Freya if the former was angry with the latter. I couldnât pull my hand back, since Lucia supervised me with a satisfied expression. If I showed Freya hostility, Lucia would definitely reproach me. That was why I had to stay put, and put up with Freyaâs harassmentâŠ
âWhen is Freya aroused?!â I silently exclaimed.
I only ever did it with Freya once in the past. No, wait, twice. Iâll have you know that it was Freya who seduced me every time! Yes, she seduced me! Except, she returned to normal afterwards and wouldnât be so assertive. She was my sister, not my wife. What was she doing then, thoughâŠ? Why do all the women around me act unlike their characters? I never figured out what the reason for was.
Freya snorted from underneath the blanket. Her movements gradually intensified.  She slowly started to feel it⊠Luciaâs ears twitched. Suspicious, she watched closely. I quickly extended my hand to stop Freya. With a smile, I said, âDonât cry. Donât cry, Freya. Donât cry. I donât plan to reproach you. Promise. So donât cry. Donât cry.â
Lucia gave a nod of satisfaction. She accepted my explanation and interpreted Freyaâs moans as sobs. Lucia was by the side, but my hand was still rubbing up Freya. Freyaâs body suddenly went stiff; I felt a hot liquid spray onto my hand, going from my fingers to my wrist. Her body then went limp, and I let out a breath of relief.
âThat should do now, right? Freya should be satisfied now, right?â I prayed.
Lucia was totally oblivious as to what happened underneath the blanket.
Would that be considered cucking if she did knowâŠ? No, I would never think of Freya in that way. I always considered her my sister. A man wouldnât have sexual thoughts for his younger sister â unless he was a creep.
I still had Mom⊠If Lucia saw what we were doing⊠sheâd make sure I never survived⊠However, before I could completely relax, Freya suddenly leapt over and hugged me tightly through the blanket, pushing me down onto the bed then wailed tragically. I tried hugging her back in a slightly awkward fashion, as she was currently naked. With just a blanket between us, I had nowhere to put my hand. If I were to hug her, the only place I could hold onto would be her buttâŠ
Lucia didnât seem to care about the fact that Freya was totally naked. Instead, she watched the two of us with a blissful smile. She probably thought that it was a touching reunion between a brother and sister. Lucia never imagined what Freya and I just did right in her presence⊠No, not what Freya and I did, but what Freya decided to make me do with her!!
âItâs all right. Itâs all right, Freya. Itâs all right. Itâs all right. Your brother is back. Iâm here with you. Itâs all right. Iâm back. Iâm here with you.â
I checked Luciaâs expression while hugging Freya. Lucia felt satisfied: âIt appears your sibling relationship is really good, huh? Everything is fine now that youâre back. I wonât stay here and disturb you. You two have a chat. Your Highness, we shall discuss that later.â
I nodded: âSure. Iâll come see you at night.â
I really didnât want to let Lucia go, but if she didnât Freya probably wouldâve forced herself on me, regardless⊠Hence, I decided that it was better to let Lucia go⊠Freya most likely completely disregarded Luciaâs existence there. Sheâd leap at me as if sheâd been deprived and not explain anything to me⊠If Lucia saw us, sheâd probably pull me off and beat me to death. Not even Nier would do that sort of stuff with me in Luciaâs presence.
Lucia stood up then gently shut the door behind her when she stepped outside. Freya hugged me tightly and wiped her tears while clinging to me. She wailed while tightly gripping my chest: âSorry⊠Sorry⊠Onii-sama⊠Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry⊠I was wrong, I was wrong⊠I shouldnât have done that⊠Iâm scared. Iâm really scared. I was so scared that you wouldnât return. Sorry⊠Sorry⊠Onii-sama⊠Youâre the only one who loves me. Youâre the only one whoâs gentle to me⊠Sorry⊠Sorry⊠Onii-sama⊠Please⊠Please donât leave meâŠâ
I hugged Freya. Lucia was watching, so I couldnât put my hand on herâŠ
Mm⊠A little below the back, but it was fine. It was fine. I didnât lust for my sister. If I needed to relieve myself, I could visit my wives. They had all finished giving birth, so they were just as they were in the past. I didnât need the young girl who hadnât fully developed. She was still a kid!!
âIâm right here with you, Freya. I wonât worry you again. Itâs all right, Freya. Iâm not the only one who loves you⊠See, Lucia loves you, too, doesnât she? So, donât say that, Freya. Everybody around you cares for you. Youâre my sister. Everybody thinks that way. I wonât leave you, either. Freya⊠No⊠Perhaps I will leave again⊠But soon⊠soon I wonât leave any of you againâŠâ
Freya hugged me with all her might, seemingly ignoring everything I was saying, tightening her arms around me, instead. I hugged her back more tightly, as well.
I knew Freya made a lot of mistakes. Her decisions during my absence almost destroyed the entire North and my Troy City. She even loaned money weâd never use from Nara and Karana. She failed in her duty as a Regent. Nevertheless, she was still my beloved sister in my presence. She was still my most beloved sister. I didnât want to let anybody hurt my sister. Just as importantly, I didnât want to hurt my sister. I didnât want to punish her or anything, despite knowing she erred.
Lucia also told me to be careful and not be too harsh with Freya. She didnât need to worry, though, for I wouldnât be angry as long as she was in my arms. My sister mightâve almost destroyed the entire world, but I wouldnât harm her. It was just a world, big deal. I had a world if I had everyone with me. In summary, I wouldnât let my sister suffer any harm.