She has to concede the point; she'll take the bath and make her next plan

Broomi went over all of the ways she might tease Brocken into another round in her head... Then decided against it. It really would be too cruel to try and give her brother his boner back after he'd just truly gotten rid of it for what sounded like the first time in his entire life. He should be allowed to go without an erection for a little while. In the mean time, she could use the bath to clear her own head and think up a strategy that could help Brocken without ruining every piece of clothing she owned and every room in the house with loads of hot, pink demon sperm. "Don't get up too anything too crazy while I'm gone, okay, Brock?"

"I told you... I'm just gonna clean up. Seems like it's gonna take a while..."

That it did. Broomi was happy to leave it to him; for once, she'd let someone else do the cleaning.

After stripping down the rest of the way for her bath, with a fresh habit prepared at bath-side, Broomi sunk her thin, boyish, but sex-drenched body into the water and lowered her eyebrows into an expression of puzzlement. She'd never expected for things to go the way they had in the confessor's booth, with Clara and Dyna latching eagerly onto her words. If that was the strangest thing to happen this week, it'd be enough to make it the most eventful year of her life... Now, she had to cope with her brother being a demon as well?! It was all too much...

Well... Not every part of learning Brocken was an incubus had been so bad. After all... it had been a little flattering to learn the kind of power she had over him. Weird, taboo, and even pretty creepy... but, in a strange way, flattering. That sulky boy always had such a hard time opening up to people... It could be a blessing in disguise that he'd finally been sort of forcibly dragged out of his hermit lifestyle. Plus, if the knight captain was an imp in disguise, was it really so bad if her adopted brother was an incubus?

She resolved that she wouldn't let his demon heritage change her feelings for him as a sister towards her brother.

That said... their little mini-fling just now was another matter. That sort of thing would make it very hard not to change her feelings for him as a sister towards her brother. Trying to ignore the various signs of arousal and the need to plunge her fingers beneath the bath-water and into her woman-hood, Broomi refocused herself to coming up with a solution. She grabbed a scrub brush from the side of the modest, wooden tub and began scouring her back as though she was flogging herself for impure thoughts.

"Brocken! As an incubus, you must have messed up a room pretty badly before, right?" Broomi questioned her brother as she re-entered his room, finding it woefully unclean. He wasn't much of a hand at housework, it seemed... she was just going to have to help him. "You really can't get it any cleaner than this?"

Sulking again, Brocken flopped his rag into his wash-bucket and fixed her with a moody glare. "Nobody's ever tried to make me shoot it everywhere, dumbass..."

"O-Oh... Valid point." Conceding, Broomi grabbed a washcloth and started helping him out.

If she was still wearing the thin, sex-torn slip of an under-robe, he'd probably regain his boner just from watching her bend over to scrub. Instead, she'd gotten back into full habit now. He could keep it down, for a bit. "Say... Did you think up anything? For like... a long term solution? I can't imagine you're going to do... that... every time."

Broomi wondered if there was a part of him that was hopeful she'd say that's what she decided on, but she had to remember her duties to her brother's health. "No, no! I'm actually thinking we should see that weird dude next door, the hermit. They say he makes inventions related to the supernatural, like angels and demons and the like. If anybody can think up something that'll work, it's probably him."

"... He doesn't see anybody though, right? Will he open the door for you?"

"On the contrary, I've heard he'll only open up if you catch his interest. He's pretty fickle, or so the rumors say. I have a feeling when I tell him 'my brother's a demon with a foot-long curved cock,' that ought to pique his curiosity." It was going to be a bit of a gamble, revealing her brother's identity to this relative stranger... But it couldn't be any worse than trying to reveal it to someone like the hard-ass church counselor. "Let's go see him right away."

"Right away" turned out to take a while. It was nearly two hours later when they finally managed to finish removing the evidence of Brocken's cum blast. "All the more reason to find a better solution to this..."

Thankfully, the two didn't have to go far to meet Mikkel; he lived just next door on the bottom floor of a giant apartment building. Normally, people moved right past his workshop and kept going upstairs. The door, composed of some substance like marble that looked totally out of place next to the rest of the building, was framed on either side by cherub statues and stark white stone. It was the kind of sight that begged curiosity, prompting many to knock to try and meet him... but he never answered their call, seemingly. Broomi hoped this time would be different.

The plucky church confessor approached, dragging her brother behind herself; he was newly redressed in an unassuming brown tunic, long trousers, short black boots, and matching gloves. Broomi ignored his dubious frown as she rapped on the stone door hard with her knuckles. "Heeeey! Mikkel! If you're in there, I've got someone who wants to talk to you! My brother, Brocken, is an incubus with a huuuuge, crescent-moon shaped cock and needs your help!"

"Geod-almighty, Broomi, can you shout it any louder!?" The boy's face was already glowing red at having the weirdness of his penis shouted out loud.

"Oh, hush. The whole town's out shagging for the first time in their lives right now. Nobody's going to be hanging around this musty apartment building, watching what the church confessor is up to."