Chapter 89: You’re Lucky You’re Cute And Also My Sister

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Chapter 89: You’re Lucky You’re Cute And Also My Sister The heavy door shut behind them with a quiet thud. She walked through the grand front hall without looking back, long hair swaying with each step. Her shoes tapped softly on the marble floor, echoing just enough to fill the silence. The chandeliers above sparkled faintly, their crystal edges catching light as it poured through the massive windows. Sunbeams danced on the polished stone, brushing her skin with warmth. She didn’t react to the beauty of the home. She lived here. But the moment the cool air hit her skin, her shoulders relaxed slightly, like she could finally breathe again. Behind her, the massive figure, still dusted in flower petals from his crash landing, trailed behind. He walked a little quieter this time. "You didn’t have to dodge me that hard," he grumbled. "You didn’t have to charge like a starving bear," she replied softly, not even turning her head. "You’re my sister," he puffed, crossing his arms over his wide chest. "Hugs are essential." "Not when they break walls." He looked genuinely offended. "I’ve never broken a wall hugging you." "You cracked the floor last time." "...Okay, that was one time." "You ripped the door off its hinges the time before that." He hesitated. "...That one wasn’t my fault. The floor was slippery." She gave him a tired look over her shoulder. He sighed, defeated. "Whatever. You’re lucky you’re cute and my sister." "I’m lucky you’re predictable," she muttered. She reached her door and opened it slowly. He tried to follow. She paused. Gave him a look. That look. Calm. Tired. Just enough disappointment to make his muscles stiffen. He froze like a guilty puppy. "...I’ll just go bench press the dining table again," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "Good." He turned and walked off with a loud sigh, mumbling about how hugs were underappreciated in this cold world. She stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Her room was quiet, spacious, and warm. Afternoon light spilled through tall, curtained windows, bathing everything in a soft, golden hue. The plush rugs muffled her steps, and the air smelled faintly of lavender, polished wood, and something sweet she couldn’t quite place—maybe the tea that had been left earlier. She set her schoolbag down carefully, smoothing the fabric with her palm, then reached up toward her head. Her fingers found the small crescent hairpin. Click. The moment it loosened from her hair, a ripple passed through her entire body. It wasn’t flashy. But it was powerful. The suppression field melted away. Her divine aura bloomed back into the room like warm breath on cold glass. Light bent slightly around her now, more alive, more vivid. Her skin shimmered faintly. Not glowing, but radiant. Creamy, blushed at the cheeks, collarbones, and thighs—smooth in a way that felt impossible to be natural. But it was. Her uniform remained the same—still fit perfectly, tight in the right places. But without the glamour filter, her figure could finally be seen for what it was. No more dampened presence. No more quiet aura. Her breasts—full, heavy, H-cups wrapped in pristine fabric—strained softly against the seams. Her waistline curved in tight, and her hips bloomed wide beneath the pleated skirt. Her thighs pressed together naturally, soft and thick, but her calves were toned and shaped with quiet strength. There was no enchantment here. She was divine by blood alone. The shirt slid off slowly as she undid the buttons one at a time. Her fingers moved without urgency. Her motions were slow, not because she was trying to be seductive. But because she just didn’t like rushing. The shirt fell open, brushing past the soft upper swell of her breasts as it dropped from her shoulders. Next came the skirt. It loosened and fell to the ground with a whisper. Her bra came off. Then her panties. She stood there, nude, bare under the soft golden light, completely relaxed for the first time all day. Her long mocha-brown hair flowed down past her back, brushing gently across the round curve of her rear as she walked. Her feet padded softly across the warm floor toward her bathroom. The sound of running water hummed softly behind frosted glass. Steam curled up. She stepped in. And the world disappeared. The bath water welcomed her like a warm hug. She sighed, eyes closed, the weight sliding off her body piece by piece. Her skin glistened against the surface, her soft breasts rising just slightly above the waterline as her hair spread out like silk behind her. She wasn’t just pretty. She was divine. But no one ever saw this part of her. No one ever would. She belonged to no one. Not yet. Meanwhile... Down the hall, her brother’s mood had shifted completely. Gone was the giant puppy who threw himself into flowerbeds. His back was straight. His face is unreadable. He walked into his private office, where silence ruled. The air was sharp with clean tech, aged paper, and control. The walls were lined with enchanted steel documents, sealed displays, and active surveillance screens. He sat down behind a long black desk, and just as he did, the door opened. The lead bodyguard stepped inside. Her face was calm, sharp, and respectful. "President," she greeted. He nodded. "Report," he said, voice now smooth—like ice sliding across glass. "Your sister’s suppression held for most of the day. However, her hairpin activated once during the afternoon." He leaned forward slightly. "Details." "Unknown trigger. Likely instinctive. She was not in danger, but... she may have been emotionally affected." He frowned faintly. "And?" "She spoke his name." The silence became thick. He lowered his hands to the table slowly. "Ethan?" "Yes, sir." He didn’t react at first. But the shift in his eyes said everything. "And?" "No direct interaction. But he was nearby. Within range." He exhaled through his nose. "Then I want a full sweep. I want every face that came within ten meters of her today logged, including classmates, staff, strangers, and watch list targets." "Already compiling, sir." "Good." He tapped the desk. "Check city surveillance. I want footage from the gate. If the field slipped, someone might have sensed something." "Understood." He looked out the window. The clouds outside drifted slowly past the towers of the estate. He didn’t look angry. But he wasn’t calm either. Because this wasn’t just about some students. This was his little sister. And someone—anyone—who even looked at her the wrong way? They would be erased from this world, not just because he loves his sister. There is another major reason why he is so protective.

Chapter 89: You’re Lucky You’re Cute And Also My Sister

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