Memories and influences

A hasty exhale left Lucas's mouth. A sudden **** pulled at him, and he felt his astral form ripped from his physical body. The sensation was similar to using Astral Projection, if that skill were to be used at maximum speed he could, that is.

A swirl of blackness consumed him as he suddenly felt himself go on a crash course against Ophelia. Closing his eyes briefly, he instinctively braced for impact, only to feel nothing happen.

As he ground to a halt, Lucas opened his eyes.

Immediately, the first thing he noticed was a wall in front of him. A rich tapestry of a strikingly violet color entered his vision, intermingled with several other colors that he recognized to be manalamps strewn across the surface's length. Their faint glow cast glazes of orange that combated the sun entering through the window to the side.

...

...the window?

"?" Lucas's head snapped sideways slightly. Only then did he notice his sitting position on the bedside.

'...Ophelia's room?' he realized, rubbing his eyes tentatively and glancing around. Yes, as he took a few seconds to collect himself, he recognized this room's structure. Although it was a place he'd been to only occasionally in the past years, he was certain. 'I didn't expect that...'

He grimaced while standing up. Confirming his standings, the white-haired man stepped toward the room's door. His hand wormed up to its handle, feeling the cold metal as he pressed it.

'...this feels different from entering my own Dreamscape...' he nodded at the thought, looking down the corridor's length. A few doors other than the usual manor's layout stood strong. 'It's closer to that time when I classed.' he realized as his steps took him to the closest one.

Unlike the Stormrider Mansion's usual decor, the new gate was made of a more rugged, matte material. It was dark silver, with a large handle glistening with a golden polish. Even as he placed his hand against it, its surface scrubbed against his fingertips with every move.

But there was more going on than just that. At the base of his mind, like a faint tug at his neck, Lucas sensed some sensation within his mind well up. A faint sensation, not unlike an emotion yet starkly different from it, pulsed together with his heartbeat. As his hand slowly approached the handle, the sensation strengthened, reaching its peak as he grabbed the protrusion.

'...it feels familiar.' Lucas squinted, reminding himself of the lucid dream he had had recently. The memory felt distant now that so much had happened, but he could recall what happened when he touched a door in there. 'And... this feels different.' he confirmed by touching another door. '...so, if the huge doors represented me classing, the normal ones represented... memories? That, or they're thoughts... but can I...?'

He pressed the handle. Unlike what he expected, the door came ajar. However, nothing inside could be seen, a vantablack void swirling quietly. The man could sense a faint call from within. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Lucas stepped inside.

...

The blackness almost instantly gave way to an opulent room it took no time to recognize as the Great Hall of the Stormrider Manor. A platter of food in front of him was almost empty bar a few small pieces. However, aside from that, it was difficult to determine what was on the table. He was sure something sat before him, but he couldn't recognize it completely.

Suddenly, his eyes went up against his will. The outline of Seraphina's face came into his view, together with a blonde elf sitting next to her. They spoke briefly, the green-haired princess stealing occasional glances full of reserve at him and someone to his left.

'...I can't control my body.' Lucas realized as Ophelia's gaze turned to Seraphina, scanning her almost instantly. He immediately felt his mind work in full sweep, taking in all the tiniest details. How she tensed up whenever their gazes met, how she did not take a sliver of food, and how there was a faint feeling of repulse in her blue eyes. Some words spoken between Seraphina and Lis'te entered his ears, but they sounded muffled and contorted. Only when the translator spoke in Siles did he understand.

Soon enough, Lis'te and Seraphina left the room, leaving Ophelia, Ismeria, Aveline, and the five guards behind. In the back of his mind, Lucas also had the awareness that two maids stood a few steps behind his back, although who exactly they were was beyond him.

...

'That was... a little bizarre.' Lucas thought as he heard the door click, signaling that he had exited the memory. He wasn't even entirely sure when the remembrance ended. Somewhere around the part when Ismeria spoke with Ophelia and Aveline about their missions concerning Seraphina and Lis'te, respectively, he felt a pull that **** him apart from the scene.

He took in a breath. His heart beat thunderously, slowly recuperating from the flow of emotion and thoughts. Some of them were his, but a few originated from his sister's consciousness back then. Thanks to that, however, he began noticing a few things.

'Firstly, many parts of the memory were muddy, which I can attribute to Ophelia not paying attention to or understanding.' he conceded, taking a stroll down the corridor. 'Secondly, I can feel what she felt...' he grimaced as he remembered the emotions Ophelia displayed when she looked at Ismeria. It was a mix of awe, guidance, and subservience that lurked deep in his mind. It felt almost out of place for someone like her but he decided not to ponder too much. 'And lastly, although I can't be certain yet, it seems that the doors seep whatever emotions or thoughts are kept within. They work like a preview.'

He hummed, continuing his stroll down the corridor. Placing a hand on one door, then another, he could definitely feel the difference between them. Deciding against entering either, he simply went on. The mansion's structure, unlike Ophelia's room, bore signs of misalignments and missing pieces. Not all chandeliers were in the correct positions, the carpet was too wide, and several small details were gone. The portraits of Stormrider ancestors, hanging on a wall, only held the faces of the people depicted. Bar a few specific individuals, it was difficult to make out even their white or silver hair. Their eyes, usually a shade of violet, blue, and occasionally silver, looked somewhat bleak.

Lucas couldn't help but find it somewhat strange.

'When I had that lucid dream... no, it was no lucid dream. When I first entered Dreamscape, the house was perfectly replicated. Every crook and crevice, I'm sure. That's what's bizarre to me. I wouldn't remember that much. Then... whose Dreamscape did I enter? Was it that man's? Who the hell is he to remember it so well?' he stopped in his tracks, gazing out the window. The scenery of the main gate was vastly different and leagues below what he remembered from his previous time. He sighed heavily, shaking his head and deciding to go on.

-A while later-

Lucas felt the door's handle as it closed behind him. A sensation within him welled up, reminiscent of a strange sense of perplexity and suspicion. That aligned with what he had seen in the memory - it portrayed the time when Ophelia realized Seraphina had seen him.

Faint bitterness rose.

'It's a blessing in disguise that Mother was not around...' Lucas thought with faint dismay. 'But I'm equally thankful Lis'te did not catch on. From Ophelia's memories alone, he seems the type to pay close attention to his retainer. I find it mildly strange he did not figure anything out so far. Maybe I could ask her about it.' he considered, turning a corner.

So far, after a few minutes in this place, he had experienced a total of five memories. All of them sent different sensations down his spine. One defining factor between all of them was, however, that they pertained to things that either happened not long ago or to people Ophelia had seen very recently. This confirmed what the skill had said it would portray - surface-level memories and thoughts.

However, it was all portrayed from Ophelia's standpoint. Through that, her brother managed to feel something he never expected to. From the time when Ophelia faced Lucas to the situation from just now - meeting Seraphina and showcasing magic - Lucas still could feel the electrifying feeling of mana seeping through his body. It felt unlike what he always imagined it to be - it was far more primal and uncontrolled than any books ever described, like a vivid current ready to rip him apart if he misused it.

'I wonder... would it be possible to learn magic like that...?' he pondered before shaking his head and moving on. '...I'll think about it later. For now, my time here will likely run out soon.' although he could not summon his status screen in the Dreamscape, Lucas was more than sure his Willpower would run on fumes pretty soon if not already. 'I should leave before the skill throws me out.'

Lucas took a breath. An instinctual feeling surged in his spirit, like a flame that encompassed his body. Almost immediately, it pulled at him, dragging him into an unspecified direction he could only discern as 'away'. He immediately gave in.

...

He gasped momentarily, proper sensation returning to his body, first evident in the weight that pressed onto him - the sense of gravity on his body. Then, he exhaled, his heart's pace quickening before abating. It was similar to surfacing after diving underwater for a few seconds. In fact, it was exactly like that.

Lucas stabilized his sitting position, brushing his white hair. A faint layer of sweat stuck to his skin, which he immediately brushed on his tunic. Then, his violet eyes lifted, watching Ophelia's unmoving form.

She sat motionlessly. Her moving chest was the only indication she was not a statue, and with every breath she took, her massive breasts raised and fell. The glistening sheen on her skin shuffled slightly as Lucas adjusted his position a little. Her red dress, stained with some sweat in places where it met her body, appeared somewhat stretched.

Lucas felt a pang of anticipation rise in his abdomen. With his sister like this, nothing was stopping him from looking down the line of her cleavage, which was obvious even with the high line of her dress.

However, he grunted silently, averting his gaze. Maybe, if he had some more time, he'd want to look at her better, but now his WP was running out.

[Lucas Stormrider (Age: 19)

Class: Hybrid Class (Dream Walker / ???)

Level: 2

[HP: 488/488

MP: 1379/1379

WP: 298/440]

'...what?'

He frowned, dismissing his status and summoning it again. There was no way.

'Is this a mistake...?' his brows furrowed deeper until suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. 'The skill said that flow of time within Dreamscape is not consistent with the outside world, but to think all of that was less than three minutes... it's a little ridiculous. Could Ophelia's low resistance to this magic be the culprit?'

Then, he sighed, dismissing the panel and deciding to not ponder uselessly. He once again looked at his sister. The pang of anticipation was replaced with another feeling. Some old memories surfaced of when he'd looked at her in the past, admiring her body and all its curvature. She had a body to die for, and it never once failed to entice him at least a little. Before, he'd never get this good a view. And now...

'...I should at least use the time.' he decided, focusing on Ophelia's blank eyes.

"Ophelia," he called out to her. "Are you listening?"

"Yes," she answered plainly yet readily as though she'd waited for him to ask.

"Do you know what's happening?"

"...no."

"You're relaxed, Ophelia. Say it."

"I'm relaxed."

"Repeat that."

"I'm relaxed."

"Tell me, does Mother know you and I met Princess Seraphina?"

"No."

"Will you tell her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"...because I promised you," Ophelia responded with a pause, her eyes flickering faintly as though a new thought emerged within.

"Are you being honest?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I am honest with my brother."

'It seems she is still affected by what happened the last time.' Lucas nodded, scanning his sister. He released a breath he didn't know he held, relief washing over him like a fresh stream of water. As he glanced at his status, he confirmed not even half a minute had passed. 'That's good for me. I don't have to worry about her spilling it to Mother, at least. Now... let's see how far this power goes.'

"Ophelia," he started. "You asked a lot of me, you know that?"

"...yes," she nodded faintly.

"What will you give me in return for that?"

"...I will be nicer to you."

"Do you think that's enough?" Lucas frowned, a sense of frustration rising briefly in his stomach. "If Mother finds out... you know this will end infinitely worse for me than you, no? And that's the best you can come up with?"

The silver-haired woman didn't answer. However, Lucas noticed that her expression turned slightly tense. If he didn't know any better, he'd have said Ophelia felt sorry for him, like a part of her mind was still conscious despite her being hypnotized.

"It doesn't seem fair, does it?" he demanded with a scoff.

"...no," his sister hesitated, visibly troubled. He could tell that even in her state, she knew the massive gap between what she'd asked and what she would provide in return for his help. And this was what he was aiming for.

"So, we should make it fair. Let's start simple," Lucas continued, a hand on the table as he did his best to pick his words. "Sometime in the future, I will ask to meet you, Ophelia. And no matter what you're doing, you will come to meet me immediately. Do you understand?"

"...yes."

"Say it, then. When I ask to meet you, what will you do?"

"I will come and meet you immediately."

"No matter what you're doing, right?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation.

"Then, one more time. If you're eating a meal and I ask you to meet me, what will you do?"

"I will meet you immediately."

Lucas sighed. It was about what he expected, even if suspiciously easy. Wiping his hair, he fixed his position in the chair. Now, he started encroaching on a territory he wouldn't dare intrude on a few days ago. No, even yesterday, the idea of doing this would make him flinch and curse at himself. However, he squashed the feelings. This was no time to consider the right and wrong. It was only about progress in understanding his class.

'Subconsciousness is the realm of this class. Dreams, subliminal thoughts, things like that. Then, if I'm correct, it's possible to affect habits and reactions without the other side realizing it at all. The problem is, I don't have many options to choose from. A lot of what I know about Ophelia is subjective to me. That and I don't know the extent of this power at all. Let's try to test for its boundaries. Worst case scenario, she won't accept it.'

"Ophelia," he said, bringing her blank stare at himself. "Do you know where you are?"

"..." she didn't answer for a second or two, her eyes going around the room. "In your room."

"That's right. Do you know why you are here?"

"...I... you wanted something of me..."

"Yes. I want to set down a few rules for you to follow. Listen closely. First of all, this is my room, correct?"

"Yes," she responded without hesitation.

"Then, tell me. Does that mean I own this space?"

"I... I think so..." she hesitated, a frown crossing her features for a blink.

"Then say it. I own this room."

"You own this room."

"One more time."

"You own this room."

"Then, if I own this room, it means that what I say goes inside, right?"

"I..." she started before quieting down. Looking at her brother, her blank eyes appeared to almost glimmer as though a part of her consciousness returned if only for a fleeting moment. "No..." she said with hesitance.

"Why not?"

"...I... don't know," despite her blank stare, Lucas could see his sister was utterly confused about the issue. Something was clearly on her mind but she didn't seem to know how to voice it.

'...?' Lucas felt incredulousness wash over him. 'That didn't work...? Why...?' he pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, as he studied his sister's face, he remembered something from one of the memories. 'She reveries Mother almost like a deity... meaning she respects some kind of hierarchy, which obviously does not place me high... if I want to progress, I will have to inject myself in there.'

Lucas sighed, combing his hands in front of him. His Willpower had already dropped by a fifth. He needed to speed things up.

"All right, let's approach it differently. This is the Stormrider Mansion, correct?"

"Yes."

"Which means the ones who own and rule it are the Stormriders, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, me, Lucas Stormrider, a part of the Stormrider family, also own it, right?"

"...no."

"Why not? What's wrong with me that I can't own the house that's under my name?"

Ophelia's eyes glimmered faintly, almost as though her consciousness returned to her for but a blink. Just when Lucas thought something went wrong, her mouth parted, "You're not classed."

Lucas flinched.

'It's a class thing, really?' he huffed, a sour sensation stirring on his tongue. He just barely **** himself not to spit some remark back at the busty woman. 'Why can't more people be like Nimue or Seraphina... or Professor Riven and Schweizer...'

A heavy sigh left his mouth. His gaze locked onto Ophelia with intensity. Almost immediately, he felt apprehension within his spirit melt. Instead, anger surged in its place. For such an unfairness, he was actually considered below Ophelia, Aveline, and Ismeria...

'No. Not this time.'

"And that's enough to place me below my own goddamn family? Would you think it's fair if it were you?"

"No."

"Then it's not fair, is it?"

"No," she confirmed.

"...let's make it fair, then. Ophelia, listen to me. I'm your brother. Say it."

"You're my brother."

"I'm a Stormrider."

"You're a Stormrider."

"This is my room."

"This is your room."

"Therefore, it makes sense that I can make my own rules."

"...it makes sense you can make your own rules."

"Now, repeat everything."

"You're my brother. You're a Stormrider. This is your room. Therefore... it makes sense you can make your own rules."

"Again."

"You're my brother, a Stormrider. This is your room. Therefore, it makes sense you can make your own rules."

"One more time."

As Ophelia's mouth moved to repeat the words, Lucas inhaled shallowly. A faint feeling akin to a small spike prodded at the base of his skull with every passing second. The sensation slowly grew in intensity, like a warning of the time he had remaining. Summoning his status, Lucas confirmed that he had about three and a half minutes left of this state.

'...what more should I do... what more could I?' he wondered, looking over his sister once more. Again, his gaze lingered on her generous chest, and the cavernous divide of cleavage faintly visible even through the dress's high line. Circling the table, he studied the outline of her entire body in its seat. Its effect on him was undeniable as he shifted his pants slightly and sat down, trying to calm down his slowly growing erection.

"All right," he sighed, purging his mind of the luscious thoughts. "Listen to me, Ophelia. Since in my room, it's my rules, then it's obvious you should follow them, right?"

"...no. I'm not your servant," she suddenly dejected, her gaze nearly focusing on him. "Don't think you can foist them on me."

"???" Lucas's face contorted with brief surprise before his sister's eyes turned completely blank again. 'For some reason, this feels personal...' he almost shuddered. 'No... think... how to get past this... wait?!' his eyes almost shone as an idea surged.

"You're right. You're not my servant. You're my sister. But you asked a lot of me, Ophelia. I risked a lot. Don't you agree?"

"...yes."

"Do you know what I risked? Tell me what I risked."

"If you were caught, Mother would be furious."

"Exactly. So, do you think just being nicer to me is an equivalent exchange?"

Ophelia hesitated for a blink. Her icy blue eyes disappeared behind her eyelids as she blinked, but the moment she looked at him, Lucas could tell something in her stirred. Perhaps a new subconscious thought or a sum total of what happened in the last few minutes came crashing on her. Whichever the case, he noticed the subtle change in her expression.

"...no. It's not equivalent exchange at all."

"You owe me, Ophelia. For what I did for you, for what I risked, you owe me. Say it."

"I owe you."

"Again."

"I owe you."

"And that's why you should listen to the rules of my room. Don't you think that's fairer?"

"...yes," she gave him half a nod.

"Then say it. You will follow the rules of my room."

"I will follow the rules of your room."

"Again."

"I will follow the rules of your room."

"Why will you follow the rules of my room?"

"Because I owe you."

Lucas nodded, leaning back in his chair. A faint smirk made its way onto his face. It felt almost cathartic, to overcome this sudden hurdle like this. However, he knew he couldn't stop there. There was one more thing he needed to ensure.

"Good. Listen, now. Ophelia, you will not ponder about the rules of my room, and you will not think they are strange. And you will not speak of what happens in my room. Do you understand?" he asked, feeling his heart reverberate in his head. As Ophelia confirmed, he let out a faint sigh. "Then, say it, loud and clear."

"I will not ponder about the rules of your room, and I will not think they are strange. And I will not speak of what happens in your room."

"Again."

"I will not think much of the rules of your room, and I will not think they are strange," she repeated, her voice turning slightly blanker than before. "And I will not speak of what happens in this room."

"Tell me, will you listen to the rules of my room?"

"Yes," came an immediate answer.

"And what will you think of the rules? Will you think they are strange?"

"No," she shook her head, her icy blue eyes almost glimmering with resolve. "I will not think they are strange."

"Will you ponder their meaning?"

"No."

Lucas deflated in his seat slightly before telling his sister to repeat those commands twice more. As she did so, he took a second to collect his thoughts. Now that he could with almost full certainty say Ophelia had his words drilled into her cranium, one last thing remained to be done.

"But you don't know the rules, do you? Let's start with the first one. The first rule is: You will never speak of those rules to anyone, even after you leave this room."

"I will never speak of those rules to anyone, even after I leave this room."

"Good. Now, second. When I tell you that something is a rule, you will remember it as a rule in the future and listen to it."

"When you tell me something is a rule, I will remember it as a rule in the future and listen to it."

-A short while later-

Lucas brushed his white hair, feeling its slightly bristled form shift under his fingers. Wiping the sweat he'd gathered, he focused on the blue eyes of his sister. They stared as blankly as they first did when he'd put her under the spell. However, despite that, he could tell that she observed him, waiting for what he'd tell her. This was somewhat different from before where she'd only look at him when he started talking to her. This would be an interesting observation to him if he were not so preoccupied with ensuring the things he'd told her were well thought of. He'd read stories of mind-controllers, Psions or otherwise. A memory of Wunna Felber, Luccius Voldigar's elf confidant and close companion, surfaced. She'd been controlled by a pretty nefarious Psion group in one of the earlier parts of the books. However, they didn't outright control her mind. Rather, they put triggers into her psyche, making her a ticking bomb that would be set off when she heard the correct word. The book, however, was written from the perspective of the controlled person, meaning that many finer details were lost to the confines of time and what was wiped to prevent her from knowing about the procedure.

That story in particular gave Lucas an idea of what he wanted to do with Ophelia - a mental trigger. It was what he did with the first thing - making her meet him whenever he requested it - but it stood under a question mark whether it would work and if she would ever feel it.

Now, focusing on his silver-haired sister, he felt his heart beat with uncertainty.

"Tell me the rules of my room again, Ophelia," he demanded.

"The first rule is, I will never speak of those rules to anyone, even outside the room. The second, when you tell me that something is a rule, I will remember it as a rule in the future."

"Good," he released a faint sigh. "That's very good. Now, tell me honestly, will you listen to those rules?"

"Yes," the busty woman didn't hesitate for a blink.

"Why?"

"Because I owe you, so I will listen."

"And what will you think about those rules?"

"I will not ponder about them, and I will not think they are strange."

"And what about the events that happen in my room? Will you tell anyone about them?"

"No."

Lucas deflated in his seat. Summoning his status, he noticed his WP dropping below 50. The feeling in the base of his skull seemed to transform slightly higher, almost like it warned him of an impending headache.

'...is this much enough?' he pondered. 'I'm pretty sure that at least a part of it connected. I won't know for sure if I don't create more rules... but what kind of?' he grimaced, noticing the resource dipping below 40. With a resigned sigh, Lucas fixed his position. Giving Ophelia one last good look, he felt a faint pang of guilt well within his spirit before he released the spell.

The woman flinched immediately.

Her blue eyes flickered between him and the table for a moment. Then, the busty Stormrider blinked a few times, visible confusion painted on her face as she took a deeper breath. It took her a second or two to recognize where she was.

She groaned quietly before focusing on Lucas. "What happened?"

"What do you mean? We just sat down," he shook his head almost as if expressing incredulousness.

"...it's nothing," Ophelia hesitated with her words, her lips moving deliberately as though she sensed something was wrong.

'Does she suspect something?' Lucas felt nervousness surge in his muscles as his sister fixed her position, a hand raising and brushing the table's surface gently. Her gaze turned expectant as she looked him over.

"You said you'd tell me what you wanted of me later," she started. "I expected you to demand something already."

"...do I strike you as that type of a person?"

"..." Ophelia didn't answer. For the first time since Lucas could remember, her gaze faltered, her eyes skittering sideways slowly. Some emotion - regret, perhaps - crossed her features before she sighed. "...no. What did you want to talk about?"

His hand quivered under the table. Now was the time for him to try things out. "Before that, I think you should know it's a rule in my room to not walk around covered in sweat. Look at yourself. Do you want me to get mold in here?"

Ophelia's eyes diluted briefly. Her entire pose froze for the faintest of moments, almost like she was put in a trance again. Then, she wiped her forehead hastily. Noticing the sheen of sweat on her fingers, she almost immediately looked upon herself as if searching for something to dry herself with.

"Lucas..." she started, her focus growing on him. "...do you have a towel? I just realize that I shouldn't be in here covered in sweat."

'...did it actually work?' Lucas almost felt his guts twist with uncertainty as he said something to Ophelia and went over to the nearest dresser, picking a nice piece of cloth and handing it to his sister. Noticing that she immediately went to clean herself of the sweat, he almost plopped in his seat.

"Why are you cleaning yourself?" he asked cautiously.

"???" Ophelia almost scoffed at him as she moved on to her neck. "I can't be sweaty in here," she said.

"Why not?"

"It's your room, dum--" she suddenly flinched, her mouth almost freezing before her gaze softened if only a smidge. "...brother."

"I see..." he trailed off before falling silent. His mind surged with an incredulous thought.

'It did work. And she doesn't seem to even realize that. Holy... would it still work with something more... daring? Or with something more vague, perhaps?'

"What did you want to talk about, Lucas?" Ophelia asked as she finished up all the places not covered by her dress.

"You know, before that," he said, feeling his heartbeat accelerating. "I think the rules say you shouldn't be in sweaty clothes, either. After all, isn't it just like being sweaty yourself?"

Again, he noticed the brief blankness flash on her face. She looked at him for a second or so, her thoughts an unknown abyss to him. Suddenly, she moved, her chair scraping slightly against the floor as she stood up.

"I will come back in a few minutes," she said, taking a step toward the door.

"What? Why?" he asked, his heart sinking like a stone into water.

"I shouldn't be here when my dress is soaked like this. I'll go change and come back," Ophelia responded, her tone the usual unwelcoming tune. However, other than that, there was no indication of a change.

"W-Wait!"

"???" Ophelia slowly turned around. Noticing her brother standing up, her brow raised. "What?"

"I... g-give me a second... I... think... t-the rules..."

"Yes?"

"I... the rules state it's alright if you don't have your dress on when it's just us," Lucas said in a single breath, not wanting his voice to quiver with the nervousness that ate at his heart. He didn't expect it to work. He didn't expect any of this to work. Yet it did, twice, at that. Therefore, he was willing to push the boundary further. Worst case scenario, Ophelia would still keep quiet about this, he reassured himself.

...

A few seconds passed. The tension in the air seemed to almost bubble as Ophelia scanned her brother, her silver hair gently swaying with every minute movement, with every breath.

And then, her eyes shifted.

"Right... I have forgotten about that."

'...what?'

Lucas almost choked on his breath as he heard Ophelia's words. Then, he staggered backward when she moved a half step toward him. His mind surged with a blabber of thoughts. Was she playing all this time? Or was this actually happening? What was she doing?

However, those ponders were whisked away when he saw her shift in her position lightly. The incredulous realization struck him.

'No way.'

He saw Ophelia's fingers move purposefully up her dress. Passing her huge breasts, she went to the sides, fiddling with something below both armpits before her hands landed on her back. Her eyes were focused on some distant point, perhaps visualizing the outline of what she had to do.

And then.

'No fucking way this is happening.'

Ophelia's dress suddenly sagged a little. Wrinkles formed on its front, covering the expanse of her boobs. That, however, didn't last as the silver-haired woman tucked at the article a little. As it loosened enough, it suddenly flew down. Lucas felt his cock throb, immediately responding to the sight.

Like a wall of fire crashing down and dying out, Ophelia's dress met the wooden boards of the floor with a soft thud.

Her boobs were held taut by a large, lusciously red bra, and a matching line of thick panties hid her pussy from view. However, they did nothing to hide the outline of her body.

The bubble butt that bounced enticingly with every step. The massive breasts that jiggled and swayed with even the most minute of motions. The taut and slim waist and shaven, smooth legs.

The titillating body of his generously curvaceous sister was right before him, only clad in underwear.