After relieving myself, although I was tired, I was hungry, so with the thought of boiling and eating ramen then sleeping, I headed to the kitchen holding the cup ramen and snacks I bought from the convenience store.
Naturally, I filled the electric kettle with water and boiled it, and while waiting, I opened the remaining can of beer I bought from the convenience store, took a sip, turned on my phone, and went into a novel website.
"Nothing new is up.."
The novels usually uploaded were also on hiatus, and there were no other novels I was following, so just as I was about to close the website, wondering if my younger sister's novel might have been uploaded in the meantime, I clicked on my younger sister's novel.
"She hasn't written it yet"
My younger sister's novel was episode 1388, just like when I left hate comments. However, the view count had risen to 3670, perhaps because I rushed to leave hate comments. Calculating it, it seems someone other than me tried dipping in and ran away just in episode 1.
It's enough to run away. My younger sister's novel was a novel worthy of that.
Closed the novel website and ate the cup ramen while watching videos from a subscriber I usually watch often through a video sharing app.
A chopstickful of cup ramen, a sip of ramen broth, and a cool sip of canned beer that would make me forget the ramen taste.
"Kyah"
This is heaven.
Throwing the empty ramen container and the canned beer in the trash can after finishing them all, I crunched and chewed on a snack smelling of seafood, came back to my room, lay on the bed sucking on my fingers covered in snack crumbs while looking at my phone, and drowsiness poured over me.
Buzz
As I closed my eyes, relaxed my body, and finished preparations to fall asleep, a vibration rang from the phone I was holding. Quietly, with eyes half open, I checked my phone and it was a notification from the web novel website.
"There's nothing supposed to be uploaded right now"
The authors I set notifications for mostly uploaded during the evening to dawn hours, so wondering what it could be, I checked.
The latest episode of the favorite work 'Having Participated in a Battle Royale Romance Fantasy Game, I Destroy the Game Rules, Manipulate the System, Kill No One, and Win' has been registered.
"Huh.."
If my younger sister hasn't given up writing novels even after receiving 1388 hate comments, the latest episode of her novel was just uploaded.
Right, by now, it's a pride fight between us.
Is it my younger sister's novel serialization that even a Yellow Dog would just smell and discard, and both the writer and the reader will just waste time, or is it me who responds
to such a novel with hate comments and makes her abandon it as a draft and run away? I absolutely cannot lose something like this.
When I clicked on my younger sister's novel, the latest episode was not even a free main story serialization, it was an IF story.
I immediately clicked on the latest episode, and without reading the novel, I immediately scrolled down to the comment section and started writing hate comments.
- Author, honestly, your writing skill is also lacking, and the story and background settings are fucking poor, but suddenly an IF story? Are you trying to change it into character-focused smut? There's no one reading, and this is really a waste of time for both the writer and the commenter, so how about just giving up writing novels and doing a part-time job instead?
- Just by looking at your novel writing, it's just clear to see how pathetic and what kind of life you've lived, and how you received your home education or school education, so why are you serializing this? Even just looking at the latest episode, it had 0 views, and it barely has a view count of 1 because I rushed to it ¬¬¬¬¬
Over the past 10-plus years, the time my sister has poured into it, is it because it makes my heart and my parents' hearts ache watching it? The hate comments I had been writing jokingly until now gradually started crossing the line and went beyond the novel towards my younger sister.
Give up quickly, little sister.
When I had posted about 20 comments, my phone vibrated once again.
When I checked, it was a notification that my younger sister had replied directly to the comment I posted.
- The degree of hate comments is severe, but I will not give up on the novel. Honestly, looking at the time you posted the comments, it seems you did it just for pure fun without reading a single word of my writing, but although my novel is buried in the deep sea, I think the story is solid, and I think the narrative of the main character and surrounding characters, as well as the background setting, are not bad. If you are bothered, try writing a novel yourself or try reading it.
My younger sister's reply was saying she would keep serializing the novel.
"Oh well, I don't care"
Even though I wrote so many hate comments, saying she would continue writing novels without getting hurt, it was truly amazing pride.
Since she is so firm in her resolve, as her older brother, what more can I help her with? Right, such a pathetic novel, but she thinks the story is solid and the narrative and background setting are okay, so I guess as her older brother, I just have to watch.
"I lost. Little sister. Live your life as you see fit"
The time I spent caring about such things felt wasted, and because I was tired and sleepy, I decided to just sleep, leaving my phone by the head of the bed.
And then when I opened my eyes, it was not an unfamiliar ceiling seen for the first time.. but a clear sky in a dense forest.
"Ugh..?"
I clearly slept in the morning..? Right, clearly in the early morning, I stayed up all night while leaving hate comments on my younger sister's novel.
Could I have been kidnapped somewhere? That shouldn't be the case.
Put my hand on the ground and even when raising my body, unlike usual, I felt very refreshed without feeling tired or stiff.
As I sat, silver-blue hair gently tickled my cheeks and back. And around my chest, a slightly large mound was situated.
"Oh.."
I massaged the slightly large chest with both hands.
"Oh oh.."
Soft and squishy, yet slightly firm, with a certain weight, the feeling of kneading something was amazing.
"Oh.. this.. quite..."
After massaging the chest for a while, the previously soft nipples had become hard, and it felt strange yet good.
As I continued massaging the chest, a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen traveled up my spine and flowed into my head.
"Hng.. Haa... Did I, slightly.. finish..?"
The groin area was a bit wet, which felt sticky, so when I took off the dark-colored pants I was wearing, a pink labia majora where soft downy hair had grown was slowly dribbling out transparent lubricant.
"Wow.. fucking horny... When I usually watch pornographic videos, they are a bit dark..."
In my 28 years of life, to me, a virgin who has never had a relationship and never even dated a woman, let alone holding one even once, the pink labia majora was a too-sexy sight. When I gently pressed and released with a finger, along with a strange sensation, transparent lubricant stretched out like a thread.
Unable to contain my curiosity, I brought the lubricant on my fingertip to my mouth, sucked on it, and tasted it, and it had a slightly sour and salty taste and scent that were difficult to describe.
"..fucking.. horny...."
As if the thread of reason had snapped, my left hand grabbed the tips of my breasts and nipples, and my right hand started rubbing the labia majora.
"Ugh.. Fuck..."
A tickling, strange, exciting feeling flowed throughout my body, riding on my pussy.
With my index and ring fingers, when I tried spreading the labia majora slightly, the sticky lubricant inside my pussy slowly flowed out of my pussy.
Between the spread labia majora, when I gently inserted my middle finger into the crack, the sticky lubricant made a squelching sound and allowed the insertion of my finger.
"Hwa.. Ha.."
Just one joint of my finger had entered, but it felt this good..! If I rub inside, how good will the feeling.. the mind be..?
Without reason, solely driven by desire, when I shook the one joint of my finger that had entered my pussy, a sexy sound echoed, and my mind became hazy.
Chak, chak, chak, chak....
In the quiet forest, a sexy sound echoed.
Would it spread far, is someone listening, such worries did not cross my mind at all.
I only focused solely on this act.
The lubricant spurting out of my pussy, the lubricant on my finger, I brought to my mouth.
"Chuap.."
The same slightly sour and a bit salty taste as before spread in my mouth.
"Chap.. Chuap.."
Even though I was just licking and sucking the lubricant on my finger, the sexy sound made my ears ecstatic.
And then, the finger that had become clean of lubricant by saliva, I once again spread the labia majora and inserted one joint of my middle finger.
"..Hwaat.. Hee..."
With my fingertip, when I gently pressed and rubbed the vaginal wall, a strange moan I didn't even know I was making spread out.
I stopped my left hand that was massaging my chest, and when I pinched the tip of my nipple, the lubricant hidden deep inside my pussy gushed out with a splash, wetting my
groin and finger.
"Hwihi.. Hiyaa.."
From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, a tingling sensation, as if electricity was flowing, entered through my cells, my spine, towards my brain.
This, I cannot stop.
I thought instinctively.
This feeling, different from a man's ejaculation. If male ejaculation was a single explosion, female ejaculation was a feeling of a tickling sensation accumulating little by little and then pouring out all at once, that I absolutely could not stand it.
My first orgasm was brief, and unknown memories seeped into my mind through my hazy consciousness and weakened body because of the recent masturbation.
a cute girl with beautiful silver-blue hair, starting from receiving a teddy bear from her parents in her young childhood, growing up and learning dance and singing, playing musical instruments, learning politics and statesmanship in order to eventually succeed to the Duke's position,
learning swordsmanship from her father to protect herself from demonic beasts, hearing that she could receive the youngest Sword Master title by overwhelmingly defeating ordinary knights with talent alone, inheriting strong elf blood from her mother and skilled in magic and spirit arts, a girl said to possess both literary and martial arts skills on the
continent.
And her family was framed for treason, leading to the dissolution of the family as well, and watching her only father, who left his last shout as a will saying she must protect the family bloodline, being executed from afar, a girl who fled alone.
"Yurisia Ertel"
was the name of this girl who had just finished mast