Then she rose slowly and walked toward me with graceful, measured steps.
At first I thought little of it. But as she drew closer, my eyes widened in genuine surprise. I stood at exactly five-foot-nine — a perfect height for my age — yet on flat ground she still towered over me so completely that I couldn't even see the top of her head. When my gaze dropped to her chest, those breasts were so enormous that both my palms would sink deep into the soft, overflowing flesh if I tried to cup them.
I looked up.
She was smiling — a knowing, almost mischievous smile that didn't match her gentle voice at all.
She cleared her throat delicately. "I understand you don't wish to eat breakfast at your poor mother's house…"
As she spoke she puffed out her cheeks like a spoiled child, a single crystalline tear already trembling at the corner of her eye, threatening to fall.
The corner of my mouth twitched. *Seriously? She's really pulling the sympathy card right now?*
I crossed my arms dramatically and went full tsundere. I let out a loud huff, then another exaggerated puff, clutching my chest as if she had stolen something irreplaceable.
"You just changed my clothes without my permission!" I complained, voice full of theatrical hurt. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to find that cute skeleton knight t-shirt?!"
I puffed my own cheeks and let two big, fake tears well up in my eyes, ready to spill at any moment.
This time the corner of Lady Akari's mouth twitched.
She softly cleared her throat and offered a gentle smile that looked just a little too perfect. "Next time when we go shopping, you can come with me."
I shook my head. "It's alright, Lady Akari. There's no need for that. I can choose my own clothes."
Her hand clenched into a tight fist at her side.
Because of our massive height difference, I couldn't clearly see her full facial expression — but the repeated rejections were obviously pissing her off. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. When she still didn't speak, I decided to end it.
"Alright then, Lady Akari. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Her deep, dark eyes flickered with clear reluctance before she finally spoke. "Very well, dear. Your big sister said she wants to speak with you."
Even though I didn't particularly want to, the memory of the expensive yukata my eldest sister had personally hunted the Voidweaver Spider for made me nod reluctantly.
*Internally, I sighed. So the yukata was a calculated move, huh, Lady Akari? Then why the hell are you wasting my time like this?*
Then she walked past me and said softly, "Follow me, son."
I nodded. She slid the ornate door open, revealing Reginald waiting patiently outside, still carefully cradling the precious yukata in both hands as though it were a sacred relic.
The moment he saw Lady Akari, my old butler gave a slight, respectful bow. Every other maid in the corridor — all belonging to the main ducal household, not her personal staff — instinctively bowed so low their foreheads nearly touched the floor, radiating pure awe and reverence.
I raised an eyebrow. *These maids serve the entire household… yet they show her this level of respect? Interesting. I need to rethink a few things.*
For now, I decided to simply observe whatever game she was playing.
As we passed, I caught a brief flash of genuine sadness in her deep, dark eyes the instant she noticed Reginald still holding the yukata. It vanished almost immediately, hidden once more behind her flawless elegant mask.
My heart skipped a beat. My chest tightened. *Did I… do something wrong?*
I quickly shook off the uncomfortable feeling and spoke in a flat tone. "Lady Akari, shall we?"
She nodded with perfect elegance and began walking ahead. Reginald and I followed silently behind her.
As we walked just behind Lady Akari, she moved with slow, deliberate grace. Every step was confident and elegant, her wide hips swaying hypnotically. The sight of that perfectly rounded ass — so full and firm it strained against the indigo silk of her robe — made my hands tremble. The urge to reach out and spank it right there in the open courtyard was so strong I had to clench my fists until my knuckles turned white to keep myself under control.
After several minutes of walking through the sprawling courtyard, we finally arrived in front of what looked like a grand Japanese-style dojo. The moment I saw it, I let out a soft gasp of genuine surprise.
The building was enormous — easily large enough to hold thousands of people at once. Even from the outside, the sheer scale screamed raw power. A massive spatial array formation had clearly been used to expand the interior far beyond what the physical structure should allow. The same level of mastery that went into hunting a five-hundred-year-old Voidweaver Spider and crafting the yukata that could withstand attacks from four-hundred-and-fifty-year-old magical beasts… the genuine awe the duke's own maids showed her… and now this hidden dojo inside the main family grounds that even my Information Gathering House had no records of.
*Just what the fuck are you trying to do, Lady Akari?*
Lady Akari noticed my frown and gave me a gentle, knowing smile. She pushed open the heavy dojo doors and stepped inside without a word. Reginald and I followed.
The dojo was enormous, spanning two full floors. She led us up the wide staircase to the second level. With every elegant step she took, her ass jiggled hypnotically beneath the traditional robe. I couldn't stop myself from imagining what lay hidden under that fabric — how soft, bouncy, and perfectly fuckable it must be. My hands itched to grab it.
We reached a private viewing room. The maids stationed outside bowed deeply and slid the door open for us. Inside were luxurious sofas and chilled drinks, but I ignored everything and walked straight to the massive glass wall overlooking the first floor.
What I saw made my blood run cold.
A thousand red orcs stood in perfect formation below — towering warrior orcs, each one built like a pine tree with bulging muscles and thick killing intent rolling off them in waves. They gripped swords, spears, clubs, and every weapon imaginable.
Then I spotted her.
My big sister — Lady Reina von Arcturus — stood in the center of the arena. She was a breathtakingly beautiful goddess in her fifties, the perfect image of a fiercely protective big sister. Her face was almost identical to Lady Akari's: flawless porcelain skin, sharp yet gentle features that radiated both elegance and unbreakable strength. Slender, athletic curves filled out her traditional Japanese-style warrior dress, hugging her toned waist and full breasts while leaving her powerful thighs exposed. Long raven hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed like a battle banner.
Just the sight of her — my strong, caring, always-protective big sister who had cared about me since I was a child — made my cock twitch hard inside my pants, throbbing with sudden, forbidden heat.
I opened my mouth to ask Lady Akari what the hell was going on, but before I could speak, Lady Reina vanished from my sight in a blur.
The next instant she was already standing directly in front of the orc army.
One massive red orc roared and swung its huge sword straight at her head.
My eyes widened in panic. Without thinking, I coated my fist in dark magic and punched straight through the reinforced glass. It shattered with a deafening bang! My knuckles tore open, blood pouring freely, but I was already preparing to leap down to save her.
Then I saw the scene I would never forget for the rest of my life.
The orc's sword met nothing but empty air. The entire frontline of orcs had been blasted backward in a perfect semi-circle, creating a vacuum of scattered bodies around where my sister now stood. She hadn't even drawn her real blade — she was still holding the wooden training katana.
Even though glass shards had sliced my knuckles and blood was dripping nonstop, only one huge question burned in my mind:
*When the fuck did my big sister become this strong… and how the hell did I not know?*