Volume 3 Chapter 133-3 Overlapping Figures With My Younger Brother I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Isn’t this like a promise… to really do it seriously?”
”Even if we skip kissing, the real part is when we join together, so yeah… it is serious. Don’t you think?”
”Then let’s agree on that.”
As he said this, the man’s hand, which had paused for a moment, gently slid around Linca’s back again.
”Hmm…”
His hand was warm and rough — completely unlike Linca’s soft, smooth skin.
It was a wild, calloused hand, one used to hardship.
He didn’t rush to touch anything bold. Instead, his hand moved slowly across her shoulders and back, almost like a massage. His strong arms pulled her closer, pressing her body into his. Through the thin cloth she wore, the softness of her chest pressed into his firm body. A faint, tingling heat stirred under her skin.
”Whoa.”
The young man’s hand froze.
”Something wrong?”
”No, it’s just… your skin. It’s so smooth. It feels… alive. I didn’t expect that.”
”Thank you.”
”No, really. It’s nothing like what I’ve felt before.”
”…Is that so?”
Those words poked at a small pride inside her — the pride she didn’t show often. She had always worked to stay attractive, even if she was older than teenage girls. To be praised like this… it made her feel truly seen.
Curious, she asked, “Out of all the women you’ve been with… what number am I?”
”You’re the first. This is my first time. Is that… okay? To be with someone like you? I almost feel guilty.”
”But you’re the one who wanted this, right?”
Linca let out a soft smile. She had braced herself for something colder, something crueler. But the boy’s clumsy honesty surprised her and softened her heart.
”You look like a goddess. I mean it.”
”Even the women on the battlefield try their best with little. You’ll embarrass them with that kind of reaction.”
”Ah, y-yeah. Um… I’m not being weird, right? Just tell me if you want anything different.”
(He’s inexperienced… isn’t he?)
Maybe the women he was with before just did everything for him. It made sense now. He had probably been too poor to visit places often. Maybe they didn’t even let him try. She, at least, had some training from her time in the monastery… and some things she’d figured out on her own.
She decided to gently guide him.
”I feel more when you touch my shoulder than my back. And… the side of the thigh. Just gently, like you’re barely touching it. Yes… like that. You’re doing well.”
He followed her lead, his hand tracing her upper arm, then curling back behind her. Both hands now held her shoulders gently. His body, close and warm, made her feel like she was floating in a strange calm.
(No. This is just a contract. Just a ritual. It’s not supposed to feel good. Don’t sink into it.)
”You have such nice skin. Really… Linca.”
”Nn… Don’t whisper like that. It feels… weird.”
”Sorry. I’m not good at this. If you want me to stop, say so.”
”…It’s fine. Just… keep going.”
His hand moved along her thigh again.
Before she noticed, his face was close to her chest. His breath tickled her skin. A strange feeling grew inside her. A mix of discomfort and heat — the kind that made her heart race without permission.
(This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But I chose this. I have to go through it to free myself from him.)
Still, she couldn’t stop thinking…
(What will I do once I’m free? I’ll have to face him again…)
By then, Jibril’s anger might have cooled. She’d return, try to make things right. Try to protect her family again. That’s all she could hope for.
”Hic—”
Suddenly, something warm and wet slid across her belly.
Linca twitched in shock, looking down.
The man had lowered his head and was trailing slow, soft licks across her stomach, like he was learning her shape. His fingers brushed her outer thighs with teasing, light touches that made her legs tense up in reaction.
The way he touched… it was almost exactly how she explored her own body when alone. A careful circle, teasing every spot before going deeper. Her breath caught in her throat.
His scent — different from hers, a little rougher, more alive — rose into the air.
(He’s like a beast… and I’ve put myself in his hands.)
”S-stop… please.”
She whispered and gripped her hair, trying to gather herself.
But his tongue didn’t stop. It traced from her stomach lower, each motion slow and deliberate.
She trembled.
She was no stranger to pleasure. But this made her feel fragile, vulnerable, like prey being slowly taken apart.
His fingers pressed deeper, and she shut her eyes, trying to resist the rising heat inside her.
(When was the last time…?)
She couldn’t remember. Not since traveling with the others. Not since she gave herself time to breathe.
Her body was like a wick waiting for a spark.
”Mmm… Kyaa!”
She lost balance and fell back onto the bed.
His hands, rough and firm, wrapped around her legs.
Boots were pulled off, then his fingers tangled in the curve of her feet.
Cool air kissed her toes, and the sweat there was wiped away.
”Ah, wait, just a second! Wait—haah!”
Then she felt it.
His tongue slid between her toes, slow and steady. The feeling was electric. She squirmed, her legs twitching with a mix of shame and something else.
Even though she always kept herself clean, having that place touched like this — licked — made her want to hide her face.
”Mmm… ah, aah—th-that tickles!”
She tried to protest, but couldn’t bring herself to push him away.
She wasn’t the type to just kick someone’s face in.
”I’ll take off your underwear.”
”Wai—”
”Is that okay? It’ll only get in the way.”
”…Fine. Go ahead.”
His fingers didn’t hesitate. He untied the string at her waist, and the cloth slid away.
The cool air touched her exposed skin.
She felt completely revealed — nothing left hidden.
Her breath caught again. This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.
”Linca.”
He spoke from the shadows, his voice deep and quiet. Something in it sounded almost like Jibril. Her heart stuttered at the thought.
She imagined — just for a second — that it was him.
”Can I remove the top too?”
”M-my chest?”
”Yes.”
”…Do whatever you want.”
She removed the cloth that covered her upper body.
Her bare chest rose and fell with her breathing, the soft curves catching the light.
Before the shame could fully hit, she felt his tongue again. The same one that had traced her feet now returned to her body.
She felt the scent of her own sweat mixing with something more raw, something heavier.
And deep inside, she braced herself — for what came next.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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