Faust didn't know much about the path of a warlock, but as a partial martial saint, he knew swordsmanship all too well.
He could say with certainty that Yusewood knew absolutely nothing about swordsmanship; she was a complete amateur.
The training methods she devised were practically a collection of stereotypes.
However, in this story script, her teaching of swordsmanship and physical techniques was remarkably professional, and it actually yielded immediate results.
After only a few hours of sword-swinging practice, his targets changed from small wooden boards to massive trees that required two people to encircle, and he sliced through them as easily as cutting butter.
Faust laughed out of sheer exasperation; he hadn't made such rapid progress even while being beaten black and blue by Teacher Mystoria!
There was only one explanation: this was a "setting" of the script.
As dusk approached, Yusewood finally ended the training with a look of lingering excitement.
"Let's stop here for today. It seems we can add a swordsmanship class to our schedule from now on."
One could see from her smile that the silver-gray haired princess was delighted to have another opportunity for intimate interaction besides the feeding game.
At dinner time, the silver-gray haired older sister again placed the handsome boy on her lap to feed him. After the meal, she washed and groomed Faust, and finally sat on the sofa reading a book while holding her younger brother.
Aside from training and studying, the boy had to do nothing; he only needed to enjoy the meticulous care within his royal sister's embrace.
This series of operations had coddled Faust until he was practically a fetus again!
If this weren't a virtual dream world, Faust would actually be quite willing to stay a bit longer.
He quite liked this kind of motherly older sister; unfortunately, currently only Lola Mama could provide him with such enjoyment.
"Faust, why are you sighing?"
Seeing the boy sitting on her lap sighing repeatedly, Yusewood couldn't help but ask.
Faust said, "I'm just marveling at how amazing you are, Sister. Not only spells, but you even know swordsmanship."
Yusewood rested her chin on Faust's head and said proudly, "Of course I know everything. If I didn't, how could I be your sister?"
"Forget about sword techniques and spells; if you wish, I can teach you anything: alchemy, potions, engineering, gardening, beast-taming, astrology, or even command, political maneuvering, and governance."
Good grief, in terms of being multi-talented, I didn't know you were such a polymath, Sister. Not bad.
He could accept the academic subjects, but Faust truly didn't believe Yusewood knew the art of emperorship; she simply didn't have that kind of cunning.
Was she forcibly endowed with... no, was the "sister" and "heroine" endowed with perfect teaching abilities? As long as he dared to learn, she dared to teach, regardless of whether she actually knew it.
"What? Is there anything else you want to learn? I will slowly teach you all sorts of skills in the future."
Faust nodded. "I can understand wanting the ability to protect myself, but why teach me all these other things?"
"Heh, good question. Because I like it, of course."
Yusewood was stunned for a moment before she smiled sweetly.
"I want you to learn these things and become a magnificent, absolutely excellent, and peerless male."
The silver-gray haired older sister caressed Faust's cheek, trembling with pleasure.
Yusewood felt nothing for most worldly pleasures; whether it was delicious food, beautiful clothes, extravagant jewelry, luxurious mansions, or supreme glory, none of it could catch her eye.
In her life, the only things that could be called hobbies were reading, studying, and star-gazing.
But to say Yusewood was a pure scholar wasn't accurate either, because she didn't have that kind of thirst for knowledge where one could die content after learning the truth. Even after achieving great success and status, the girl felt the mundane world was boring.
That was until she picked up Faust on that snowy night. This heaven-sent beautiful boy actually made Yusewood feel a lack of self-control. Smelling his scent and touching his skin made her feel as if her soul were being pulled upward, reaching the celestial abode.
That light, airy feeling was truly addictive for Yusewood. She knew this wasn't proper behavior; the silver-gray haired girl should have been decisive and nipped these rude actions and thoughts in the bud.
But... even if it meant breaking her own bottom line or discarding her pride, Yusewood wanted to experience this soul-shaking bliss a bit more.
So, Yusewood came up with a bold idea.
She wanted to cultivate this boy to become her dream lover.
She would personally cultivate this unripe fruit and swallow it only when it was at its most sweet and delicious. For this, she was willing to pour in all her heart and soul.
Yusewood's eyelids lowered slightly as she exhaled a faint fragrance.
"Faust, you must become a Prince Charming—a Prince Charming who can capture the souls of all young maidens, but you are only allowed to be mine."
Faust's clear reddish-brown eyes widened. "Prince Charming?"
The silver-gray haired princess nodded.
"If you need a kingdom, I shall seize one for you. If you need victory, I shall plot victory for you. You only need to use these to decorate yourself and embrace me during the triumphal ceremony."
Wow, there's even a nurturing-type element!
Faust had never even played a nurturing-type game, yet Yusewood was already indulging in one; she really played quite a large game in private.
The handsome boy didn't dare speak, because he realized he was actually becoming excited by Yusewood's words.
This baseless impulse could no longer affect Faust much; it only served to make the prince alert.
The evening reading session ended, and Faust returned to his room, sitting at his desk in deep thought for a long time.
【What, do you have some ideas?】
"I've more or less summarized it. It might be slightly inaccurate, but the basic settings of this script should be these."
Faust wrote down the settings he guessed:
【The story's heroine, the character in the role of the sister, possesses absolute dominance over the brother. Regardless of her original personality, she is likely to exhibit strong aggression and possessiveness.】
【The sister will nurture the brother to become the ideal Prince Charming, possessing the ability to teach Faust any knowledge or skill he wishes to learn, regardless of whether she has mastered it herself.】
【As the character of the brother, I will involuntarily develop an attachment to the sister.】
In short, the Ultimate Yusewood Fantasy!
This kind of interaction was probably what Yusewood was secretly thinking in her heart. Since it couldn't be realized in reality, she started dreaming?
That's quite pleasant.
Faust wanted to have this kind of dream too. What was so bad about a world of illusions?!
"However, this is truly difficult to handle..."
Faust had guessed it, but he couldn't think of a way to break it.
To make her erotic dream enjoyable, Yusewood had set the rules in stone. The scene was even limited to this secluded retreat, and the only characters were the two of them. This story had no extensibility at all.
Of course, it didn't need extensibility; it only needed to satisfy the fantasies of a perverted brother complex.
"If no external variables are introduced, I really don't know how to break the situation. I'm at my wit's end!"
【External variables... Faust, since you put it that way, I know what to do.】
Mephistopheles said:
【But having said that, this actually has nothing to do with me. I won't take credit for it.】
"Can you speak in plain English?"
【Your body in the real world is being slept with by a witch.】
"???"
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