Chapter 4: Training and Everyday Life

Opening the bathroom door, I stepped out and immediately noticed the figure of my sister in the kitchen. Although I'm still embarrassed that she had caught me doing something obscene earlier today, I still need to do something to get her to open up to me.

I can see that she cares a lot about Amber; it’s not like she’s just making enough food to keep her alive. No, the food cooked for her was obviously delicious, and that takes a lot of skill and patience.

Not just cooking, but she does other things for Amber too; she took over everything and now it's like she's her mother. So I don't think she doesn't love Amber…rather, it's as if she has shut herself off and shows nothing but a nonchalant and cold face to the world, even to her own sister.

In a way Amber didn't notice this; rather, she took her sister's concern for granted, even though she made many attempts to try and somehow find out why. But after many failures, she stopped, too.

But, because I was looking at the situation from a (mentally) different point of view, I could clearly feel how much she cared about me. 

Watching her work hard at cooking I couldn't help but scan her body. Her form was much more developed than Amber’s, as she’s almost three years older.

Remembering that I was still in my towel, I hurried upstairs. 

Opening the drawer, a stunning scene of all sorts of panties and bras appeared before my eyes. There are even some that are more revealing. 

I grabbed a basic pair of black panties and bra, and hurriedly closed the drawer.

I had some contradictory feelings well up inside of me; in a way, they already belonged to me, and yet, I still felt embarrassed seeing them.

Closing my eyes for insurance against arousal, I tugged my underwear on. Luckily, my mood stayed stable. Quickly grabbing some loose clothes, I got dressed.

Then I remembered my newfound skill. With a strange look I looked at the badge and thus opened the window.

Finding the skill I looked at it.

[Skill {Masturbation}, Novice level

Description: Your hands are more dextrous when pleasuring yourself.]

Quickly closing the menu, I went downstairs. At the same time, something deep in my mind made more sense; I should try it out later.

As I came down I saw a pair of blue eyes looking at me, and I averted my eyes, somewhat embarrassed. 

As I approached the kitchen I wondered how to make contact with my sister. Digging through my memories, I learned that she was very good with a sword, and was one of the means to kill a demon.

<<Asking to train together shouldn't be suspicious, right?>>

Thinking about it, I looked again at her, who had turned around and continued to cook in the kitchen.

“Ummm…sis, can you help me?”

My words made her hands stop but she didn't look up at me. I thought she would ignore me, but…

“What’s the matter?”

The same cold and unemotional voice came out again.

To be honest it was a little scary, which is why when the next words that came out of me I faltered.

“Can you…you teach me how to use a sword?”

When I asked that question, I noticed that her body shuddered slightly.

Her head turned in my direction, and those eyes looked at me with mild doubt.

“Why do you want me to do this again? Didn’t you say you wanted to stop?”

There was a short circuit in my head.

<<Since when did that happen?>> 

Looking at my memories again, I found what she was talking about. It was an excuse for Amber to find out why she had changed.

But after a few beatings, she couldn't take it and said she no longer needed it.

And now it's creating a problem for me.

“Yes, I said that, but now I’ve changed my mind, so can we do it again?”

Her eyes squinted slightly, then went back to those same tactless eyes.

“After dinner, rest for a while, and then we’ll give it a try.”

After answering, she turned and continued with her business. I sighed with relief and went and sat down on the couch.

Why had she changed so much? Because of that one compliment all that time ago?

Thinking about what that was about, an idea was born.

<<Could she have been possessed by a demon, like in those novels, which left her with nothing to do but isolate herself from Amber?

Honestly that seems much more plausible considering there are even demons here.>>

As I thought about everything and lay on the couch some time passed; I even passed out for a little while.

I woke up to the call of Vanessa who was putting plates on the table. I cleaned myself up and sat down on the table too, and then we started eating.

A few hours later we came to the training room, which is under the garage and quite large. 

There were several kinds of dummies, a plethora of swords hanging on the wall, and in the far corner, a specific cabinet. 

When I asked what was in there, I got the same dubious look in response, and then a few words about not asking the same questions as last time.

Soon we were standing in the center of the training arena holding two wooden swords.

I could feel that my hands were shaking a little–not only was it the fact that I was a little afraid of my sister's aura, but also the fact that I lacked experience in battle.

Yes, I had never fought in my past life, but now I had to learn how.

By the time I mentally prepared myself, my sister's voice sounded,

“Here we go. After counting up to three, use whatever you can to hit me once. If you can do that, then I’ll begin teaching you.”

After I nodded at her statements, she began to count.

“1…2…3.”

I leapt up from my crouch and swung my sword, but I clearly felt that I hadn't used all my strength and speed. It was a subconscious action

When the sword in my hands had already begun to fall on my sister, she quickly raised her sword and blocked mine with her blade in a horizontal position.

When the two swords hit I felt a dull pain in my hands–yes, it hurt a little.

“Your speed has increased, but you seem to be holding back. I told you to do what you can.”

It was a voice much colder and louder than before. 

I had no choice but to clench my teeth and swing as hard as I could.

My strike was much faster this time than before, but my sister's speed was higher, too.

There was a distinct sound of impact, followed by a cracking sound. 

It was the sound of the swords breaking–they couldn't take the impact, after which the blades flew away. 

And we were both left with hilts in our hands.

My eyes widened in confusion.

Her eyes were full of doubt, and after looking at me for a few seconds she asked a question.

“How did your speed increase so much?”

And what does that say about me, who had distributed all their points onto Dexterity?

“Ummm…I just swung at full force, sister.”

“So you’re telling me that you didn’t use your full strength back then either?”

When she mentioned the word ‘then’, I realized she was talking about the last time Amber wanted to practice and get close to her.

After thinking about it, I replied, “No, no. I was weaker then than I am now…I’m a growing sister!”

I subconsciously showed a smile when I answered. 

After a few seconds of silence she spoke again.

“Fine. Then, I’ll teach you the basic techniques. After that, you’ll need to train your physical strength and endurance. Although your agility is good right now, your strength is still low.”

To be honest, I was taken aback for a moment, as I listened to her explain and tell me what I would do to train.

Finally after finishing her explanation, she began to show me the moves and ordered me to repeat them.

These movements were apparently standard. I had to repeat everything dozens of times, and I gradually got tired. 

When I looked at her, I saw not a drop of sweat. My breathing was still steady, though, so I sighed and gritted my teeth and took as much as I could.

This went on for several hours. I don't know if it's right to overload the body like that, but I did everything she said.

What was frustrating was that during this, I wanted to talk to her several times, but the only response was a reprimand, and after the third time she stopped responding at all. After abruptly saying that the training was over she left.

Lying panting in the training room, it took almost 10 minutes for me to calm my breathing. 

My sister never came back, so I had to get up myself and go straight to the bathroom. This time it was quick.

Because I was too tired, I didn't do anything so depraved, and by the time I returned to my room the light in my sister's room was off. There was nothing left to do but to go to sleep.

As soon as I lay down I was pulled into my dreams. 

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The next few days were hell for me.

At least I managed to gain a few skills.

Out of bed. School. Home. A hell of a workout. Back to bed. After every one of these arduous cycles, I was left with no energy.

My mood was extremely low. It’s not necessarily because I was tired from training, but rather because I kept failing my original goal of getting to know my sister. First I would be reprimanded, and then second, I would be ignored. I studied my memories several times in a row, but I still could not figure out what I was doing wrong.

Vanessa sometimes doesn't even want to admonish me and simply walks away.

Because of this, my motivation gradually waned. Even if I insisted strongly, she seemed to ignore me even more.

The initial assumption that <<She might love Amber but just doesn't want to show it>> turned into <<Or maybe it's just because she's Amber’s sister and that's the only reason she cares about Amber’s daily life. This so-called ‘hidden love’ doesn’t exist at all>>.

Resting my hands on my desk with my chin, I thought for a long time, then shook my head and sighed.

Besides what was going on at home, there was also a lot of talk these days about the class leader and this boy named Aivor. 

Well, they were rumored to be doing well.

As I ruminated, the class door was opened by a boy. He had short black hair, but his face wasn't that prominent. They said he was good at basketball, and that he also had a well-to-do family. 

That was Aivor. 

I even noticed how he glanced at me and then looked at the class leader who was now diligently writing something on the board.

As they got closer they began to talk. Then, it seemed they agreed on something and left together. I also had to leave because it was the end of the class. 

Fortunately, I remembered a lot from my previous life so it was easy at school. After leaving through the school gate, I had a craving for a nice coffee and some ice cream. Why? The reason was obviously because of my sister.

Thanks to the training, my Constitution barely increased by one point, but it was too little to be worth the effort I was putting in.

Yes, it turns out I did wrong during my initial allocation of stats–trying to change it did not work.

Walking forward I found a small café where the local students often go. Going inside, I did not see many people.

I wanted to sit down at the farthest end of the room, but it was occupied so I had to sit in the penultimate seat.

Soon a waitress came over and I ordered coffee and ice cream.

I looked around idly, and I just wanted to lie down and have a nice rest. 

But then a familiar name came to my ear.

The conversation was a whisper, but I could hear it, a change I had already noticed after being in this world–it was most likely due to my Mind.

“Haha! Letti, I didn’t realize that I was too naive to see that you had such a hobby this entire time…well, many girls have such hobbies as well.”

Letti is the name of our class leader, and the voice belongs to Aivor.

Because of the content and my own curiosity I listened.

Aivor’s statement was followed by the voice of the class leader, which held notes of despair. 

“And what do you want, Aivor? I–yea, I will do whatever you want, just–don’t distribute these pictures, please!”

The content is clearly not good. 

“Ahhh, Letti…from the beginning, I wanted your body, but you never gave me an opportunity. Because of that, I confessed to you to take advantage of you. But who would have thought that you were always so cautious? I got lucky when you left your phone. I was curious, and when I looked, I saw those pictures. Hehe, I was surprised you’d take a picture of yourself almost naked. Now, you know what I want. After that, I’ll delete those pictures from my phone, and you’ll be free.”

<<Is it just me or are those words from a hentai manga?>>

“I–fine, yes…I agree.”

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Watching them leave I pondered for a few seconds then followed them.

After walking for a while they eventually arrived at a two story hotel. 

Once inside I saw that they were on their way up to the top.

Fortunately, no one stopped me, so I went up after them. 

As they started to approach the door I grabbed my phone and turned on the recorder.

When they reached the door, Aivor opened it with the key and went inside, and Litta started to follow him–at that time I jumped up abruptly and slipped inside immediately.

At this point Aivor was still standing in the entryway waiting for Litta, but I walked in before her.

Without hesitation, I extended my leg and kicked him right in the groin.

He didn't have time to react, then clutched his crotch with both hands and fell to his knees, and then leaned to the ground.

By that moment, Litta went inside and saw all of this. I quickly grabbed her by the arm, dragged her inside, and closed the door right away.

“A…A-Amber? What are you doing here?!”

Hearing her voice barely come out of her mouth, I looked at her and said with a crooked smile,

“Oh, I heard the asshole blackmailing you, so I followed you to save you and teach him a good lesson.”

I turned my gaze to Aivor who was still lying there whimpering.

“And, I haven’t been in the mood these past few days…but now, I can blow off some steam.”

Grabbing him by the hair I dragged him further in then lifted his head.

“Listen, asshole. I ask you questions, you answer. If anything, remember: this is going to hurt a lot.”

He didn't seem to find my words threatening, so I released him. Then, I lifted my leg and kicked him in the stomach. 

Now clutching his stomach and groin he seemed convinced.

“Tell me. Who else are you blackmailing?”

There was no answer so I had to use force again, until he finally spat out almost a dozen names.

“Do you keep videos and pictures only on your phone, or somewhere else?”

“...only on my phone…”

After looking carefully at his face, I repeated the question.

“Are you sure?”

When I saw him nod, I fished my phone out of my pocket, turned off the recorder, then switched to the camera app and started filming.

“Now, tell me again what you did with those girls, and list all their names.”

When he saw the phone in my hand he covered his mouth and shook his head violently.

“Oh, don’t worry. I already recorded everything you said, so start talking or you’ll find out what happens.”

I couldn’t tell if he was actually scared, even though he told me everything he did and who he did it with. 

Finally I took his phone, went into the bathroom, threw the phone into the toilet, and flushed.

The phone disappeared as if it never existed.

All the while, Litta stood back in shock. I grabbed her hand and went to the door, before I turned and looked at him one last time.

“Remember, if you don’t go to turn yourself in, this video will be sent anywhere that you even have a modicum of presence. Don’t think that just because you have wealthy parents you can get away with it.

I’ll give you one hour. If you fail, then you will suffer far, far more than those girls did–and yes, I have far more powerful connections than you–so do it fast, lest you find yourself in a river with half your body buried in cement.”

And just like that, taking the girl's hand, I walked out the door.

Chapter end