As I walked over deliberately slowly to open the door, my mind was racing thinking of ways to explaining to Oliver that whatever he thinks is not it.
*Creak* *Creak*
As I opened the door agonizingly slowly, Oliver– who looked like he was going to explode, opened the door widely as he strode in like he owned the place....well he did but still.
"A mere boy–toy dares to live in a room reserved for guests?". Oliver turning to me slowly as he grit his teeth– definitely not upset about my living conditions.
With a curt bow I responded "Young master Oliver, I apologize if I come off as impertinent, but it was Lady Miriam who gave me this room".
I could see Oliver clenching his fists, try not to rip my head off probably due to the obsessive love he has for his sister.
May the Lord bless sis–cons everywhere
"Tsk forget it, I came here to warn you". After an agonizing silence, Oliver walked slowly towards me as an oppressive aura filled my modest room.
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[System alert!]
[Rank nullification lvl 3 activated automatically!]
[Aura nullified successfully!]
[Remark: What TF is wrong with you?!]
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Thankfully my trusty system activated my skill automatically and saved me from coughing blood and gasping for air like your average MC.
"....stay away from Miriam and you get to see another day". Oliver's eyebrows raised in surprise, not expecting me to resist his aura with ease; even when it was a minute amount.
"I assure you, Lady Miriam and I have nothing going on"
'For now'. I added internally.
"Don't take me for a fool boy, I have eyes and ears everywhere". Oliver pressing his rather broad and callused fingers on my chest with a threatening gaze said with undisguised disdain.
'Gotta get stronger, gotta get stronger '.
"You hear me?". Oliver asked in a low voice.
"Yes young master". I responded with clenched fists as I bowed slightly.
Why am I feeling such discomfort?
Why do I want to punch his face so bad?
I'm sure I could do it if I tried.
'Status'
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Name: Oliver Rothschild
Age: 130
Rank: S+
Skills: [Enveloping flames lvl.10] [Fear lvl 10] [Soul severance lvl.5] [Flame spear lvl 8] [Dark sword art lvl ???]
Traits: [Sis-con, Hot tempered, Brave, Respects the strong despises the weak]
Remark: You're lucky he's a sis con 🌚
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.....Forget I ever said anything
"Good, my sister told us you'll be staying one more night and as much as I don't like the idea, I'm willing to let you live". Oliver muttered with a disgruntled expression.
'Um...thank you?'
"Your kindness knows no bounds young master". With a neutral expression, I bowed slightly.
"Mm". With a nod, Oliver left my room throwing me a glare that said 'Back off!'
"Haaa.....". I slumped back on my bed after Oliver left.
Although my system nullified his aura, his presence wasn't something that could be removed. I felt like I was standing in front of a rabud beast that would tear my ass off if I breathed wrongly.
"I don't like him". Laura said out of the blue.
"Hm?"
"I said I don't like him, he pisses me off". Laura repeated with hidden anger.
"He's pretty arrogant yeah but it comes with strength so you can't blame him". I responded with a sigh as I laid on my bed with my face looking at the ceiling.
"....". Laura turned silent.
"And he's given me yet another reason to get stronger". I added with neutral expression.
Although my traits said otherwise, I was quite a prideful person in my past life and being treated like shit didn't sit right with me.
"Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day so I better get some sleep". With a yawn, I told Laura.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Fuck me in both ears"
"Still a gross fetish"
"Who is it". With a tired sigh, I sat up.
"I-it's Miriam, hope I'm not disturbing". A beautiful velvety voice responded.
"Come in". I responded as I tousled my hair.
"O-okay"
*Creak* *Creak*
"Beautiful". I muttered under my breath.
The sight I was seeing was nothing short of beautiful.
A tall woman stood in front of me, her hair tied up in a messy bun with a few rebellious strands clinging to her flushed face.
She wore a short white gown that heightened her curves to an unbelievable degree. A blush stretched from her cheeks to her ears, and I caught the unmistakable scent of vanilla and lilies wafting toward me. Judging by the damp strands stuck to her skin, she'd just stepped out of the shower. And judging by my brain short-circuiting, I needed to breathe.
"M–may I sit?". Miriam asked, snapping me out of my reverie.
"S-sure". I patted the space on my bed, urging her to sit.
"Thanks".
"It's fine". I responded as she sat down, her white tender– looking neck exposed as the moonlight shone lightly on her face.
"It's a beautiful night". She said as she looked out the window.
"Y-yeah". I responded, my brain barely picking up what she was saying.
She was too beautiful dammit!
I might have a boner at this rate.
"So what brings you here". I asked, trying to take my attention off the alluring sight before me.
"I–i was lonely so I thought I'd like to see you before you left tomorrow". She said as she looked downwards trying to hide the blush that had already spread to her ears.
Don't say that to me you temptress!!, I might get the wrong idea!
"I–i'm grateful". I responded calmly.....I think.
"Mm". She nodded, still avoiding eye contact as an awkward silence descended.
*Silence*
Urghhh say something!!!
"W–would you like a massage?". I asked hesitantly.
"I'd love it". Miriam responded as her eyes lit up.
'Cute'. I thought
"Okay, lay down on your tummy and let me do my magic". I asked as I stood up and stretched my fingers.
' Time to show my skills as the top masseuse in my country'. I smiled with pride.
"Mm". As Miriam lay down and exposed her milky white back to me, I belatedly realized how bad of an idea it was.
'Shit! I'm definitely going to get a boner and do something I'll regret at this rate!!'. I screamed internally as I stared at the laying Miriam.
"Huuu....deep breaths". I muttered lowly.
'Be in control of your mind....booty is just accumulated pieces of flesh...rid your mind of earthly desires'.
I walked to the side of Miriam and extended my hands to touch her back.
"Mm". Upon contact, her body stiffened and she let out a light moan.
'[Magic fingers] isn't even activated!'
"Are you alright?". I asked as my fingers travelled to her upper back in gentle motions in a bid to loosen up her body.
"Y-yes". Miriam responded with a breathless voice.
"Okay then". I said, obviously not believing her.
As I made deep circular movements on her back, I noticed something.
"Your body is unnaturally stiff".
"W–well we don't focus on our bodies since we're training most of the time". Miriam answered embarrassedly.
"Well you should, relaxed muscles makes fighting and movement much more easier".
I placed both palms firmly along her spine and pressed down with measured force.
*Crack* *Crack*
"Mm....oohh.... that's heavenly". Miriam's back arched upwards as her mouth formed an O shape.
"There we go". As I rubbed her back, I noticed it had become less stiff.
"Now onto your–"
I stood straight as I looked at Miriam's dishevelled dress that had jumped all the way to her upper thighs, threatening to reveal her butt.
'Shit, I was so caught up in my techniques I forgot she wore a short dress!'.
'Be calm, just adjust her skirt subtly and act like nothing happened'. I calmed myself and massaged her lower back.
"Clark". Miriam called out
"Y–yes?". I asked nervously
'Did she find out?, but it's not my fault is it?'. My brain was working at light speed to think of ways to salvage the situation.
Miriam, oblivious to my worries asked me a question that didn't make any sense.....to me at least.
"Your techniques.... who's your master". She asked hesitantly.
"Master?". Successfully adjusting her skirt, I asked confusedly.
"Yes, your movements are clearly trained, unlike before". She added.
'She's probably talking about the owner of the body'. I thought
What can I tell her? That I came from earth and was a top–tier masseuse there?
Yeah I'm pretty sure that's not a good idea.
"It was self taught". I answered
"Really?". She asked skeptically
"Yes". I nodded as I worked in her soft thighs.
"O–okay". She answered, her body stiffening slightly.
The massage ended on a good note....well except for my painful boner, but that could be taken care of later on.
As Miriam left my room with a weird gait, I laid on my now pleasantly scented bed.
"Time to–". Fearing I might trigger a flag, I just closed my eyes and said goodnight to Laura.
'Goodnight Laura'. I said internally
'Guardians don't sleep, genius'. She responded with her trademark snarky tone.
'Yeah whatever'.
With a small smile on my face, I finally fell asleep in preparation for the long journey ahead of me.