Chapter 11 Handsome Elder Sister’s Sleepy Embrace
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Today’s goal, or rather my plan, is to snuggle up with Trash-san like she’s my personal pillow and drift off together. She’s so, so close to perfect, but I have a hunch she’s not quite ready for anything too spicy just yet.
”What… what?!”
I pulled back from whispering in her ear and met Trash-san’s gaze. Her face flushed crimson in an instant.
”What are you talking about?!” she snapped, her tone sharp enough to cut.
Her elegant brows shot up, and her voice—rougher than I’d ever heard—betrayed genuine concern. I held her piercing gaze, unfazed, and responded with a calm, gentle smile.
”Why not?”
”Why…?” she echoed, faltering.
My tone carried genuine curiosity, and she seemed to catch it. Her eyes dropped, as if swallowing something she wanted to say, her excitement cooling. She’s like a kid sometimes, I thought, nodding to myself as her expression softened with understanding.
”Listen,” she said firmly, “a kiss is something men and women in a romantic relationship share to affirm their bond. It’s not something you do for fun.”
”But… isn’t intercourse, like, a duty for the future?” I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “It’s not supposed to involve emotions, right? So, practicing shouldn’t hurt.”
”N-no, that’s not okay!” she stammered, flustered.
Okay, I wasn’t raised that purely, I thought. In fact, I was taught that intimate acts are sacred duties, no mention of bonds or feelings.
”Or… do you have those kinds of feelings for me, Trash-san?” I teased, leaning in with a mischievous grin.
Her reaction was instant—she froze, clearly rattled. Beneath her thin shirt, her chest heaved slightly, betraying her nerves. Oh, I’m definitely into this, I thought. Those lips… I want to touch them, taste them.
She scrambled for a response. “L-lips are…”
”Yeah?”
”A kiss is a pure act,” she insisted. “It’s different from… that.”
”Is it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
”Yes,” she said, though her tone wavered, as if she wasn’t entirely convinced herself.
Interesting. She seemed unsure, but I let it slide. “Alright, then. You’re saying I need to grow up a bit more, right? Wait until my heart catches up with my actions. Like a flower trying to bear fruit before its petals fully bloom—otherwise, it’ll just wilt.”
She nodded, relieved I’d understood. Guess I can’t just suggest we skip to the spicy stuff, I thought. That’d put her in a tough spot, especially with Cult Slut-san’s teachings hanging over us. Better keep it playful, like a kid’s innocent curiosity. More fun that way.
From her perspective, it’s probably like a naive princess begging for a real kiss before she’s ready. If I were her knight, I’d gently tell her to slow down, too.
But, honestly? I was thrilled. Stopping now didn’t feel like an option.
”Maggot-san did it for me, though,” I said casually.
”What?!” Trash-san’s composure cracked, her voice sharp.
Whoa, she’s completely frozen, I thought, almost laughing. Humans can really pause like they’re in a manga.
”When I couldn’t sleep, I got all whiny and said I needed what we did in the learning simulation,” I explained. “Maggot-san said I could ask for anything, so…”
”Oh… oh,” she said, exhaling. “You mean… in the simulation. That’s all.”
”So, you’ll do it for me, right? Like Maggot-san did?”
”Well… I suppose, but… it’s not exactly proper…” She hesitated, clearly misunderstanding. She thinks I mean a peck on the cheek or forehead for bedtime, I realized, watching her wrestle with the idea.
This isn’t going the way I hoped, I thought, switching tactics. If this flops, I’ll just cuddle up like she’s a pillow and call it a night. Unlike Maggot-san, Trash-san didn’t have that intimidating vibe that screamed “cross me and regret it.” If I played it off as sleepy fumbling, I’d probably get away with a little touching. Probably.
”Alright, let’s try this,” I said, my energy spiking. The more I looked at this gorgeous, opera-star-like Elder Sister, the cuter she seemed. Her battle-scarred body from all her explorations tugged at my heart, and I wanted to do something for her—something that’d make her as happy as I’d been.
”Trash-san, come here.”
”W-what is it?” she asked, wary.
”Over here. Like this—hug!”
I slid up and wrapped my arms around her head, pulling her close. My scrawny chest and thin arms pressed her face against me, letting her hear the faint thump of my heartbeat.
”Wha—?!” She let out a tiny squeak.
”I was lonely,” I said softly, stroking her hair. I brushed it aside to reveal her ear and whispered, “Maggot-san did this for me. She let me hear her heartbeat.”
”Hn… ah, ahh!” Her breath hitched.
I gently pinched her reddened ear. “And she hugged me, stroking my hair until I felt safe enough to sleep.”
Trash-san’s breathing grew ragged, almost hyperventilating. No words came—just hot, muffled breaths against my shirt. Guess even I can get a girl excited when it’s physical, I thought, smirking. Maggot-san was the same way.
Not sure if it’d work, but I shifted slightly, positioning my chest so the sensitive part was near her lips. One small move, and she could take it in her mouth.
”Please, God… protect my reason…” she whispered, trembling.
”But she’s not here now,” I said. “She got hurt.”
”Young Master… Young Master…” Her breaths came in heavy gasps.
Is she even listening? I wondered. Eh, she seems to be having fun, so whatever.
”The truth is, I need to be the one comforting you,” I continued, combing her bangs gently. “Everyone says they couldn’t find me for eight years. That’s a long time I left you all alone, feeling lonely, right?”
”Young… Master…” Her voice broke.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Feeling better? I can keep holding you like this if you want.”
”Young Master, I… I…” She choked, tears spilling over. A mix of excitement, self-loathing, relief, and vulnerability—she was a mess, sobbing quietly. I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.
Okay, I overdid it, I thought. Kindness from guys in this world hits like a hundred times harder. I should’ve known after making Cult Slut-san cry.
”Hey, come on, what’s wrong? Stop crying,” I said gently.
”I’ll… I’ll protect you, Young Master, I swear…” she sobbed, her voice muffled.
”Okay, okay, thank you,” I said, patting her.
”I’ll protect you…” she repeated, clinging to me.
”I got it, I got it!”
Her usual elegance was gone, replaced by a tear-streaked face gazing up at me. Her sniffles and tears stirred something in me—not cruelty, but… damn, she’s cute like this. Those big, teary eyes blinking, her long lashes catching the light. Her eyes are gorgeous.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. This crying, protective Elder Sister was too adorable. Screw it, I’m going for it.
”Hey, look at me,” I said softly.
”Ugh… sniff… Y-yes?” She lifted her tearful eyes.
”Keep this a secret, okay?”
I leaned in and kissed her lips. Delicious. A faint hint of salt from her tears, but I wasn’t crass enough to mention it.
”…Ah,” she breathed, stunned.
I flashed Trash-san a smile, and she completely froze.
Her face, still tilted up at me, was locked in place, motionless under the futon. Not a single twitch.
”Uh, Trash-san…? You okay?” I asked, gently touching her tear-streaked cheek.
”She’s… dead,” I muttered.
No, not dead—fainted. Seriously? I waved my hand in front of her eyes and pinched her nose a few times, but no response.
Thankfully, her faint breathing reassured me she wasn’t in danger. This girl’s unreal, I thought. Living in a manga world or something. I’ve never seen anyone like this. When we first met, I thought she was this perfect, super-social goddess, but… wow.
Guess I’ll just…
I carefully lowered her head onto the bedsheet, then shifted to align our faces again.
”Yup, totally out cold,” I confirmed.
Her eyes, which had rolled back earlier, were now closed, her breathing soft and steady like she was peacefully asleep. The faint sound of her breath came from her perfectly sculpted nose.
This feels like the genre just shifted, I thought, a spark of excitement igniting. I’m kinda into this.
Her lips, still slightly wet, glistened temptingly. Her gem-like eyes were hidden behind closed lids, like a curtain of night ushering her into sleep.
Alright, one more kiss, I decided. I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers.
Soft. Comforting. I swore I heard a faint smack as our lips met, though maybe that was just my imagination. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her teeth.
Emboldened, I made a choice. I kissed her again, harder this time, pressing firmly. Then, I let my tongue slip in, tasting her. Her tongue was soft, thick, and somehow… mysterious. I got lost in it, sucking gently, completely caught up in the moment.
Oh, man, this feels so wrong, I thought, guilt creeping in. Like I’m the villain here.
Trash-san’s face remained breathtakingly elegant, even unconscious. That beauty only fueled my guilt, like I was some wicked antagonist defiling a sleeping princess. She was straight out of a fairy tale, waiting for a prince’s kiss to wake her.
And me? I was the rogue stealing her lips. Damn, I really want to mess with these lips more.
But if she woke up now, I’d be done for. No excuse would save me. She’s kind enough to maybe let it slide if I play it off as a spur-of-the-moment thing, I reasoned. Plus, I should’ve known better—fooling around with Imperial Guards is a one-way ticket to disaster.
Still, those alluring lips and the sight of a passed-out beauty were too much. This is when I hit the gas, I decided.
”Sorry, Trash-san,” I whispered. “I know it’s bad, but…”
I quickly shed my sleepwear pants and underwear. My body was ready—too ready.
”Just… sorry, okay? This might be bad…”
I shifted, positioning myself so my hips were near her head. The moment my skin brushed her cheek, I nearly lost it. This feeling alone could push me over the edge.
”It’s not my fault,” I muttered. “It’s yours for being so dazzling, so cute, so perfect, Trash-san.”
I gently pried her lips apart, slipping my fingers into the small gap to open her mouth bit by bit. Please don’t wake up.
”Mm… nnh…” A faint moan escaped her.
Oh no. But I couldn’t stop now. For a split second, a dark thought crossed my mind: Just hold her nose, knock her out deeper. No, no way! Even if I’m a hormonal mess, there’s a line I won’t cross!
If she wakes up, she wakes up, I thought, steeling myself.
”It’s your fault for being too cute, Trash-san,” I whispered.
I brought myself closer, pressing against her lips. They parted slightly, and I pushed forward. The sensation as her lips caught on me was overwhelming, peeling back my skin until I was fully exposed inside her mouth.
”Nn… nnh…?” she murmured faintly.
”Please… just once…” I begged under my breath.
Carefully, so carefully, I moved my hips, slow and deliberate. Each motion sent waves of pleasure through me as I brushed against the inside of her mouth. This is too good.
Wait—angle it better, I thought. I gently lifted her head, tilting it like a nod so her tongue grazed the sensitive underside of me.
”Ohh… Trash-san, your tongue… it’s amazing,” I gasped.
I moved her head, guiding it while shifting my hips, using her mouth to drive myself wild. Her tongue slid against me, over and over, and the wet heat, combined with her soft breaths against me, was unreal. This is too much. I’m going to heaven.
It was too intense—the thrill of treating her like this while she slept, the slick warmth of her mouth, the faint puffs of her breath. I can’t hold on. I moved faster, just a little, chasing the edge.
”Ah… it’s coming… it’s too much!” I gasped.
It hit me hard, wave after wave, unstoppable. It felt like it went on forever, pouring out in a flood.
”Oh no… I’m gonna die…” I panted, overwhelmed.
It kept going, longer than I thought possible, until finally, a minute later, it slowed to a weak trickle. I was on the verge of passing out myself, vision blurring. In a daze, I rubbed the last drops against her lips as I pulled away, smearing them across her mouth.
That was… a lot, I thought, horrified.
”Uh… Trash-san?” I said, suddenly sobering.
I stared at her face, heart pounding. She’s still out, right? Please tell me she’s still out.
Her eyes remained closed, but she coughed lightly, a faint choking sound. Wrinkles creased between her brows, and a thick trail of white dribbled from her lips like drool, slowly sliding onto the bedsheet like lava.
Her body seemed to register it as something foreign, coughing it out like she’d vomited in her sleep. Thank God she’s still unconscious, I thought. If she were just sleeping, she’d have woken up for sure. Fainting saved me.
”Suu… cough, hack…” she murmured, still out.
”Oh no, what do I do about this mess?” I muttered.
There was no way she wouldn’t notice something was off when she woke up. Wiping her mouth with a tissue seemed like an option, but I couldn’t clean inside her mouth without leaving bits behind. Rinsing with water risked choking her—or worse, waking her up.
”And there’s no spare bedsheet,” I groaned. “What do I do?”
I tried wiping the mess with a tissue, but the sheer volume and stickiness made it impossible to clean properly. It had soaked into her shirt, too.
If she wakes up, she’ll know immediately, I thought, panic rising. There was no way to sneak out for supplies—Flatty-san was probably stationed right outside the door. Even if Trash-san stayed out until morning, I was screwed. My face paled.
If they find out I’m this driven by desire, Cult Slut-san’s hellish reeducation will start, I realized. Having desires is one thing—it’s just biology. But directing them at an Imperial Guard? That’s the real problem.
Cult Slut-san didn’t mess around with discipline. I could end up handling things solo until adulthood—and that’s if I was lucky. That’s probably normal, but still…
I racked my brain for any excuse. Like, maybe I tried to revive the fainted Trash-san with a “universal remedy” of my… essence? No, that’s too ridiculous. I don’t buy into that folklore anyway, and the kiss earlier already blew my cover. Plus, why wouldn’t I have called Flatty-san outside first? Useless. Even if it worked as an excuse for Trash-san, it wouldn’t save me from Cult Slut-san’s wrath—the evidence in her mouth is undeniable.
Damn it, this is a total dead end.
…Wait, no. There’s one way out of this mess. A terrifying yet reliable savior for me.
I grabbed my mobile phone and dialed the emergency contact.
”Hello? It’s me…”
”Yes, what is it?” came the calm voice.
”Maggot-san, sorry to call so late… I’m in real trouble…”
I spilled everything to Maggot-san. Despite the midnight hour—and her being hospitalized—she agreed to sneak out and come to my room. Guilt washed over me for dragging her into this, but during the call, she just listened quietly, nodding along with confirmations, asking nothing more.
I hung up. Crisis averted, for now, I thought. Maggot-san would handle it somehow. But what happens next? The uncertainty terrified me.
I glanced back at Trash-san on the bed, still lying peacefully, her soft breaths steady. Maybe Maggot-san will make me keep my distance from her for a while… from this beautiful, adorable woman.
A long leg peeked from under the futon. She was still in just her shirt and pants.
What a terrible person I am…
I rushed back to the bed and lifted her shirt. There they were—perfectly shaped breasts, firm yet meltingly soft under my touch, like ripe fruit in an elegant bowl. I kneaded them desperately, then latched onto a pristine nipple, sucking with abandon.
”Mmm… Trash-san’s breasts are so delicious…”
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