Faust did not hold back in criticizing the shoddy and crude background setting. To call it a story was far too fantastical.
To put it bluntly, he wouldn't even daydream like this!
【Is it that bad? I don't think so. Beautiful fantasies are the most original form of stories. Although many of my compatriots say comedy is for lower tastes and truly elegant people should watch tragedies, I'm past that stage. Now I just want something lighthearted.】
Mephistopheles retorted.
"I have to agree with that, actually."
As Faust examined himself in the mirror, trying to adapt to this body within the story, a soft knock came from the bedroom door.
"Tap-tap-tap—"
"Faust, are you awake?"
The voice, as melodious as a silver bell, was undoubtedly Yusewood's, but Faust clearly detected a hint of pleasure and anticipation in it.
【She's here.】
Mephistopheles reminded him:
【The dream's compiler has personally entered it. She might have self-awareness, or she might be fully immersed in her role. Either way, be careful not to reveal any flaws.】
"I know."
Faust took a deep breath, forcing a smile in the mirror, trying to recapture a sense of innocence appropriate for this age that he had long forgotten.
Then, he walked a few steps to the door, paused slightly, and pulled it open.
A faint, fragrant aroma wafted in, and Faust looked up to see the "sister" from the story.
She wore a soft, moon-white off-shoulder long dress, simple in style but well-tailored, perfectly outlining her ample and graceful feminine curves.
Her smooth, silver-gray hair wasn't tied into a strict ponytail but cascaded loosely over her shoulders, a few strands casually falling across her chest.
Her fair, delicate face held a captivating clarity and beauty.
Her demeanor was still cool and dignified, but compared to the stern and mysterious princess Faust knew, this Yusewood had a softer, more domestic air.
Her sage-blue eyes were slightly lowered, her gaze seemingly holding a tranquil lake.
"Good morning, Faust. You slept in for a change."
Yusewood's voice was like a gentle breeze sweeping through the treetops in the morning—clear and pleasant, carrying just the right amount of concern.
To Faust's surprise, the fairy-like beauty tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips:
"It seems you slept very soundly last night?"
Faust looked up. He usually had to look down at his royal sister, but now he had to crane his neck, his vision obscured by her gravity-defying bosom.
"Yes, Sister Yuse."
His voice naturally adjusted to a clear tone, somewhere between a boy and a child, with no hint of awkwardness.
It seemed this story world wouldn't make things too difficult for him; it had automatically corrected itself.
【Because it's a story that doesn't overwrite reality, it's essentially identical to a dream. Logically, your sister is the only subject in this entire dream world, and its malleability is far greater than the mortal world. So you don't need to be so nervous. As long as you don't intentionally break the world-building, you probably won't be exposed.】
"That's good. It's perfectly normal for you to be more playful at your age."
Yusewood nodded gently, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, as if checking his complexion.
Compared to her previous look, which was like gazing at non-combustible trash, this gaze wasn't sharp; it was more like a faint tickle from invisible threads.
"Come have breakfast." She turned, gesturing for Faust to follow: "Today, we have your favorite berry muffins."
Muffins... Faust remembered eating them many times when he first arrived at the palace and quite liked them then, but he had since lost his taste for sweets.
My royal sister remembers even that? Faust was a little surprised and quickly followed her.
The corridor leading to the dining room was also warm and cozy. Outside the window, bright pastoral scenery unfolded, with continuous mountains and dense forests visible in the distance. Sunlight filtered through the windowpanes, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.
Simple cutlery was already set on the dining table, and steaming muffins exuded an enticing sweet aroma.
Yusewood gracefully took her seat, her movements natural and fluid.
Just as Faust was about to sit opposite her, the silver-haired girl called out:
"Faust, where are you going?"
The prince paused his movements: "Huh?"
Yusewood patted her thigh and said calmly:
"Sit here. I'll feed you."
What kind of feeding game is this? Is this even reasonable?
Faust's current appearance was that of a young boy, but he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself and certainly didn't need to be spoon-fed.
However, under the gaze of Yusewood's sage-blue eyes, Faust still complied.
He sat on the silver-haired princess's firm, rounded thigh, then was enveloped in her embrace, an unparalleled fullness pressing and deforming against the boy's back.
The sensation of being wrapped in a soft, fragrant body made Faust's eyelids twitch.
What does this mean?
To be honest, this body was already around a teenager's age; he was hardly someone with whom such interactions could occur so casually.
But Yusewood didn't seem to find anything amiss. She lifted her arm, using a knife and fork to divide the muffin, feeding it to Faust bite by bite.
Each successful feeding brought a soft chuckle from the silver-haired princess, as if such an action brought her immense satisfaction.
Sometimes, while feeding him, she would even put down her knife, fork, and napkin to hug the boy tightly, her fair chin brushing against Faust's cheek.
While being so intimate, she also tried to instill twisted logic in the boy:
"This is a very normal interaction, you know, because we're family."
Oh my god, there's a weird sister here!
No, royal sister, what exactly are you doing? I'm still a child!
This is a crime, do you know that?! Even the uninhibited Qingxi prince himself wouldn't do something like this, but you did it first!
Even if this is your own woven dream, you can't just let yourself go like this, can you?
Usually, my erotic dreams are the kind where I can't distinguish between virtual and reality.
Faust was terrified by Yusewood's words and actions, desperately trying to keep his expression neutral.
Don't laugh, damn it, don't laugh! If I laugh out loud here, I probably won't be able to face anyone ever again, will I?
The boy's trembling body made the silver-haired princess frown slightly. She asked:
"Faust, why are you reacting so strangely? Are you uncomfortable?"
Faust, on the surface, displayed an age-appropriate hint of panic and shyness. He lowered his head, his voice a little softer:
"N-nothing, Sister."
"Is that so?"
Yusewood's voice was devoid of emotion, but Faust could feel her gaze on his reddened ear tips:
"Don't lie to me. If something's wrong, you should say it. You can confide anything in me."
Faust: "........"
Seriously, do you have no self-awareness at all?
A beautiful older sister with such a noble, aloof demeanor and a vulgar figure, holding a boy in puberty in her arms—you ask me why I'm restless and uncomfortable?
Faust wished he could summon the 【Great Thunder】 and make this shameless older sister understand proper etiquette and morals!
I really need to control you!
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