"Hm, Lurvi, what should we eat now?" Sasha mused as she stepped into the courtyard of her house.
The place was eerily quiet. No voices, no movement—nothing to suggest anyone was home. "Looks like no one's here, Lurvi," she said softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Lurr, lurr!" Lurvi fluttered ahead energetically, circling the courtyard as if checking for any sign of Grandpa or Zack, but returned empty-handed.
Sasha let out a quiet sigh and lingered in the doorway, her gaze dropping to the ground. "It feels so lonely when I'm home by myself," she murmured sadly. "I guess I really do seem lost without Zack around."
A sudden gust of wind brushed past her, sending a faint chill through her despite the warmth of the day.
"What are you doing standing in front of the door, muttering? Are you casting a curse or what?" a young man's voice came from behind her playfully.
Hearing this, a light immediately came into her eyes. Her body posture straightened, and the wind began to feel warm again. She turned around quickly and said, "Hey, my little brother, you came! How was the night for you?"
Sasha came closer and wrapped him in a tight hug, pressing against him. "Hehe, you smell like Natlia now. I guess I could tolerate it..."
"GGAAHHHH! Don't hug me! You haven't changed since yesterday's farming day—go wash yourself first, you dirty woman!" Zack used his hand to push her head away, getting away from her embrace.
"WHHATTT? What did you say to this lady? I am smelly? GRRRR! Now I don't like that witch's smell on you!" Sasha roared in playful happiness as she jumped onto his back. "Let's go, my carrier! On to the bathroom again! Let's wash you clean of that smell! Go, go!"
LURR LURR! Lurvi also came and jumped onto Zack's head excitedly.
"Fine, fine, let's goooo!" Zack also roared playfully as they went inside together.
In the bathroom, Zack carelessly threw his dirty clothes onto the ground.
"Geez, don't just toss your clothes everywhere," Sasha scolded gently. "Put them in one place—I'll wash them later."
She bent down to gather the scattered clothes, then paused and glanced up at Zack with a smirk. "Wow, your little friend looks unusually relaxed today," she said, amused. "What, did you have that much fun or something?"
Sasha got up and began undressing herself while smirking knowingly.
"What nonsense are you speaking? I didn't have any fun; it's how my 'little friend' has always been," Zack retorted, slightly frustrated.
"Ooohhhhhh, is that so? You are lying to me? Who has seen you grow up from a little baby? Fine, fine, it's good that you are becoming an adult, hehe." Sasha smiled as she became naked, showing her beautiful naked round breasts, and was about to get fully naked but stopped at her panties.
Remembering the birthday night, she still shuddered in fear as she kept looking down at her crotch, her body tensing.
"Geez, don't just stand there. Why are you becoming so slow nowadays?" Zack came over and, with an act of comforting dominance, pulled her panties down from the front.
"Don't worry," he said firmly, clenching his fist. "I'll take care of that bastard. I promise."
He reached out, resting a gentle, reassuring hand on her crotch and added softly, "You're safe now. Everything's going to be fine."
Warmth spread through Sasha, and at last, she began to relax, the tension leaving her body.
When Zack saw her smile—small but genuine—he smiled back warmly. He guided her to sit down and began helping her wash up, just as he always did. Sasha closed her eyes, comforted by his presence, and quietly enjoyed the moment.
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"Slowly, slowly. Don't make noise. Slowly," a girl whispered as she tiptoed her way into the house carefully.
As she was about to go inside, WHOOSEEE! TTHHAAPPP! A flying footwear came and hit the girl's face. BOOMMB! She fell down hard on the ground.
"AGH! MOTHER! Why are you throwing stuff at me?!"
"Oh, my sorry! I thought a burglar came inside. Here, let me help you," the mature woman said, coming near, and then TTHAAPP THAAPP. "You crazy girl! Do you think this mother is a fool? Why did you go to the battle arena? THAAPP And take my girl Fia with you! You! I will beat you to death, MAREN DREKA!"
"AAAGHHH! SAVE ME FATHERS!" Maren ran toward her fathers as flying footwear kept coming at her from nowhere.
Maren finally reached her fathers, who were sitting casually. When they saw their daughter running for her life, they stood in front of Maren like a huge wall and said, "Stop, you villain of a mother! Don't bully our cute daughter!"
"Yes, yes! Don't bully!"
"Same opinion here!"
"GAH! OUCH! ACK!" The three fathers got hit in the face with precise aim.
"SHUT UP! MOVVEEE!" Mother Isafold roared.
Seeing that her mother would not stop, Maren said quickly, "Sorry, I didn't have a choice, okay!" Maren explained everything in a hurry as everyone calmed down and sat together.
When she finished, THAAP! Another footwear came and hit her face. "GUUAAA!" Maren was finally defeated, crying in her fathers' arms.
"You stupid daughter! Do you think that bitch Sveindis Randverse will give you the source on a silver platter? At most, you will get the best of the best—whatever that is! If you have to find the source, you have to infiltrate a lot, and that is not easy!"
Mother Isafold held her forehead in pain and said, "For now, just keep winning slowly; don't be greedy. I will visit with your father and see how we can do it. UNTIL THEN DON'T THINK OF DOING ANYTHING, UNDERSTOOD!"
Mother Isafold roared at last, making everyone salute in response.
After she went away, the four people looked at each other and laughed.
"Heheh, your mother is fierce"
"Yes, yes, she is!"
"But she is still cute!"
"Geez, stop it, and let's go! I am tired; I need food!" Maren walked away as her fathers continued to dote on her lovingly.
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"Agh, there is so much line here, Mother!" Sio complained.
"Well, as the ceremony comes closer, more people tend to become sick, that's why. Sigh, we have to wait for a bit. Sio, are you okay?" Mother Ariana asked with concern.
"Hmm, don't worry. I'll wait," Sio said, nodding to herself.
She glanced around at the crowd—so many people passing by, some friendly-looking, others far less so. I guess the First Rock District really is the busiest of them all, she thought. But this is the only place we're allowed to come.
With a quiet sigh, Sio scanned the area, searching for a spot to sit where no strange or suspicious people lingered nearby.
"Hmm, let's finish the work and go," Mother Ariana agreed. She took her number and waited patiently.
Mother Ariana looked around and found the atmosphere a bit weird. She shrugged it off, focusing on her hands, which were getting blacker as time passed.
Sio noticed this and said worriedly, "It's okay, Mother, we are here, but what about your leg? It was very bad, right?" Sio asked with concern.
As Mother Ariana was about to answer, she was called and given the room number fifteen. She then saw a few people looking at her with pitying expressions.
Hmm, what is going on here? Not thinking too much of it, Mother Ariana talked with her daughter while waiting for her chance.
"Number seventy-five, please go to room fifteen."
"Let's go, Sio, our chance has come," she said, grabbing Sio's hand and walking toward the room. Slowly, she approached and knocked on the door. "Hmm, Sir, we are here!" Mother Ariana announced in a slightly shaky voice.
"Hmm, come in," a slightly older man's voice sounded from inside.
Mother Ariana smiled nervously and went inside, hoping she could be treated fast. She entered and saw a simple room where a fat, older man sat in front of them, smiling and looking at Mother Ariana and Sio.
"Please, come, come, sit. Let me have you checked, shall we?" he said.
Mother Ariana nodded and sat down on the chair.
"Now, show me how bad you have gotten. Sigh, these days, people just—you know—keep me so busy," the man said as he stood up and came near Mother Ariana, who showed him her fingers.
"Hmm, it's quite bad. It's good that you came here. Otherwise, you would have died while sleeping, not knowing when you couldn't control yourself, and poof," the older man smiled wickedly and scared the two of them.
Sio clenched her fist as she asked, "Sir, can my mother get better?"
"Yes, yes, of course. That's exactly why we're here," the fat man said, stepping closer behind her. "Now, miss, where else do you have it?"
"Um… on my legs," Mother Ariana replied hesitantly. "It's… it's present in several places." She shifted uneasily, clearly uncomfortable sharing such details with an energy-absorber like him.
"Hm, that's fine. It won't be a problem," the man said dismissively. "Now stand up."
Without thinking too much, Mother Ariana rose to her feet. The man pointed toward a poorly covered partition nearby. "Go over there and remove your jeans. I need to check."
"Ah… okay," she said, taking a single step forward. Then she froze. Realization dawned on her, and she quickly stepped back.
"Wait—sir, what are you saying?" she asked, alarm creeping into her voice. "I can't do that. If an inspection is necessary, there should be a female attendant present, shouldn't there?"
Her worry was unmistakable as she looked at him, standing her ground.
"Hmm, do you think this is a VIP place or what? Only beggars come here. Now don't waste my time and go and undress. I don't have much time; this is already morning, and you are the seventy-fifth person, so time has value! Go now, or forget about getting any treatment here," the fat man said irritably.
Sio's eyes burned with anger. Every one of them! Always, always! Grrr! "Hey there! We have been to other places, and they just directly absorb it without undressing anyone! What is with you telling my mother to undress? This is not correct! I will file a complaint!"
Sio stood up, grabbed her mother's hand, and started to walk away.
"Oh, sure, go, go! Then your mother will probably die tonight; you don't have much time to fill a complaint and go to all legal troubles, you know! And do you think anyone would care to remove us, the energy absorbers? KEKEEKKEK YOU MUST BE JOKING, LITTLE GIRL! This place has one rule: Obey us, then get treatment! Now, what is your choice?"
The fat man looked at Ariana's curvaceous body and licked his lips disgustingly.
Ugghh. Sio, clenching her fist, wanted to shout again but was stopped by Mother Ariana.
"It's okay, little one, just go outside. I will come back soon!" she said as she slowly walked toward the partition, but her hands clenched tightly at her front.
"No, Mother, I will stay and make sure he doesn't go overboard." Sio, not backing down, followed them to the partition.
"Sure, sure, do as you wish. I don't mind." The fat man came near and stood there while Ariana hesitantly opened her jeans button and stopped, hesitating for a moment as her teeth ground in shame and anger.
"Faster, woman!" the fat man said while Sio glared from the partition outside, watching her mother.
Ariana slowly took off her jeans, her beautiful, smooth, and curvaceous legs facing the fat man. She then bent down, showing her cute, normal panties as she fully took out her jeans. Ariana slowly turned her leg which was covered in blackness, but the fat man didn't look at that.
His eyes focused on her beautiful, thick thighs and legs and her crotch, which Ariana covered with her hand.
"Hmm, this is bad, clearly bad," the fat man said. He came near and touched her thighs.
"UGGHH!" Ariana clenched her hand in disgust, her eyes shedding some tears. Sio looked away, not able to see her mother like this, her eyes red in anger and frustration.
"Hmmm," the man muttered, his scrutiny lingering far longer than necessary. He stepped closer, invading Ariana's space, his voice low and authoritative.
"This is bad," he said again, more insistently. "Very bad. If there's something hidden that we miss, the consequences could be severe." His gaze roamed over her with unsettling intensity. "I need to be absolutely sure."
Ariana stiffened as he continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. "To do my job properly," he added, "you'll need to remove your top as well."
"Ugghh, yyoouuuu Bassttarrrdd!" Sio wanted to kill him, but Ariana, with a shaking hand, stopped her and slowly decided to remove her top. Her naked body now was covered only by her underwear.
The man didn't touch right away but looked intently. "Turn around," he ordered. Ariana turned around, her face red with anger and shame with tears now flowing down her face.
"Hmm, the upper body is clean." The fat man came closer, letting his bulge touch her thigh, and said, "Now remove these little things. Maybe some part is still hidden, heheh." He smiled evilly, pushing his bulge on her thighs deeper.
"Ugghhhhhhh! Shameless prick, how many women have you violated in the name of curing?!" she said in anger, her chest going up and down heavily.
"Hehe, you want to live, right? Your cute daughter will be living alone in this cruel world if you don't strip down, so stop asking stupid questions and STRIP!!" The fat man ignored her as he continually stared at her evilly while standing a little farther away now.
Ariana, having no choice, looked toward her daughter, who was now crying a lot, clenching her fists.
Why, why! Can't we have a normal checkup? What is with this? Sio cried hard, holding her breath.
"Sio, my child, can you go outside for a bit? Mother will come back soon," Ariana said with a loving smile.
"Mother!" Sio looked at her mother's nearly naked body as the man kept looking at her lustfully.
"JUSSTT GOOOO!" Ariana frustratingly said.
Sio turned away, walking outside slowly, her heart breaking.
Kekek, it's good your daughter went away! Now I can properly treat you, he said as he touched her butt and fondled it. Hmm, you have a nice body, Miss. Just give up and let me see those beautiful breasts for any signs of overdose, the fat ugly old man said while staring at her breasts.
"TSK." Ariana, in anger, after some heavy breathing, slowly brought her fingers to her bra.
Mother… why? Why did this happen to you too?
Sio sobbed quietly outside, her shoulders shaking as tears fell onto the ground below. Her chest ached with confusion and helplessness.
What should I do? she thought desperately. Big Sister…? Big Brother…?
Memories surfaced through the haze of her grief—Fia's steady presence, the warmth of her big sister's voice. Then another image followed: Big Brother Zack, standing strong, always protecting them.
Suddenly, a sharp thought cut through her tears.
Mother's legs…
They looked clearer than they had in days.
Realization struck like lightning. Sio's breath caught, and she spun around.
Without another second of hesitation, she turned and ran back.
Mother Ariana was just about to reveal her breasts. The fat man kept looking at her juicy breasts with hungry eyes. First, her upper breast came into view, then deeper, more deeply. Oohhh, perfect! In excitement, the fat man grabbed her ass tighter as her nipple was about to emerge.
"STOOPPPP MOOTTHHEERRRRR!" Sio rushed back in a hurry.
Mother Ariana instinctively closed her bra and, in an instant, hooked it properly and pushed the man away forcefully.
The fat man, getting angry, shouted, "Hey, you brat, don—THUUMMMM!" A kick came and hit his disgusting face directly, the sole of Sio's shoe imprinted on the man's face.
"Mother, dress yourself! We are going NOWW!" Sio, without giving him a chance, helped Mother Ariana put her dress on and pulled her outside.
"YOU BASTTARRDDSS! YOU WILL SOON COME TO ME AGAIN! THEN I WILL MAKE YOU BEG!!!" the fat man roared from the ground, checking his dirty face.
"SHUT UP, YOU LOSER COCKSUCKER BASTARD!" Sio cursed as she rushed out.
Mother Ariana didn't ask anything. They went outside, got some fresh air, and stood there for a while as Sio called a carriage. They both sat down, and Sio said in a clear voice, "Second rock district, please."
As they flew away, Mother Ariana finally asked, "Where?"
Sio smiled and touched the globe inside her pocket. "To Big Brother Zack's house! Heheh."
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Author Blabbering
sighhh… hospitals.
That magical place where you go in sick and come out emotionally healed but financially traumatized. Sometimes it genuinely feels like being sick is a crime, and the punishment is your bank balance waving goodbye while your soul quietly leaves your body. In the real world, hospital bills don't just hurt—they suck the spirit out of you.
In some countries, like the United States, hospitals are top-tier, technology is amazing, doctors are brilliant—and the bills are legendary. Even with insurance, people fear ambulances more than illness itself. One unexpected visit can turn into years of debt. Healing the body, breaking the wallet.
Then there are countries with universal healthcare—places like the UK, Canada, and parts of Europe. Treatment is mostly covered by taxes. You won't go bankrupt for being sick, which honestly sounds like basic human decency. The downside? Long waiting times sometimes. You trade money stress for patience stress.
Some countries sit awkwardly in the middle. Public hospitals exist and are affordable but overcrowded. Private hospitals are faster and cleaner but expensive enough to make you question every life decision that led you there. Healthcare exists—but access depends on money, timing, and luck.
And in many developing regions, the real issue isn't just cost—it's availability. Doctors, equipment, and proper facilities can be limited. Even when care is cheap, reaching it can be a battle.
No matter where you are, one thing stays the same: no one plans to get sick. And yet, the system often treats illness like a poor life choice rather than a human reality.
So yeah—stay healthy, not because productivity matters, but because hospitals are scary in ways Google can't prepare you for.
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Take care of your health.
And your wallet.