In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Ian smiled and patted his sister's head.

"and--"

"This is a request made by the great hero of Dongremi Village, how could I dare to refuse?"

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc's eyes regained their light.

"Yeah, that's right!"

"You can't refuse me, brother!"

Time flowed slowly through this atmosphere intertwined with that of siblings and lovers.

Night quickly fell over every corner of Domremi village.

As agreed, you and Joan of Arc slept together.

This is the first time you've shared a bed since you were eight years old.

The bed is a bit small.

If we wanted to sleep together, it would be a bit cramped.

However, for Joan of Arc at this moment, this crowding actually became a huge advantage.

Because of this—

She could then legitimately ask Ian to hold her tighter.

And that's exactly what she said.

"Brother, the bed is too small."

"We need to get closer."

And so it turned into this scene:

Ian hugged his sister tightly, resting his head on her shoulder.

They clasped their hands together and placed them on the girl's lower abdomen.

The legs are positioned with the man on the outside and the woman on the inside, forming an encircling shape.

In this scene, it looks as if Ian is using Joan of Arc as his body pillow.

but--

Joan of Arc didn't mind this feeling at all.

She even felt happy—because this allowed her to truly feel the other person's breath.

"Brother...it's been so long since we slept in the same bed, hasn't it?"

“…Hmm.” Ian nodded. “It has indeed been a long time since I’ve tried this.”

After all, as siblings grow older, overly intimate contact between them is clearly inappropriate.

If Joan of Arc hadn't taken the initiative to cross that line, the two probably would never have slept in bed together like this again.

“Brother.” Joan of Arc’s voice rang out once again.

"The stars are so beautiful today!"

Joan of Arc's bed was arranged by Ian himself.

Just by lying here, you can see the stars outside at a glance.

"is it?"

Ian looked out the window.

The entire starry sky fell into his eyes.

The boy suddenly realized that he hadn't looked at the stars like this in a long time.

His mood improved considerably.

"It's so beautiful... Jeanne, do you look at things like this every night before falling asleep?"

“No,” Joan of Arc obediently shook her head.

"You can only see stars like this today."

"..."

You suddenly realize that Joan of Arc was also plotting something.

Even if she doesn't drive the black dragon away today, she'll still find a way to get you into her bed.

She wants you to see these stars.

"So you specifically asked me to come here?"

Ian hugged his precious little sister even tighter.

"Thank you, Jeanne."

"No need to thank me..." Joan of Arc tightened her grip on Ian's hand, which was resting on her lower abdomen.

"As the older brother's girlfriend, shouldn't you be doing this kind of thing?"

"but--"

"Brother, can I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"that is--"

Joan of Arc tilted her head back and looked at Ian, who was both her beloved and her brother.

Her blue eyes held a hint of worry, making her look like a kitten afraid of being abandoned.

“My brother has been going out lately a lot lately.”

"Is it possible that——"

"Are you going to see some wild woman in the village?"

"..."

This is the first time you've seen Joan of Arc with this expression.

You felt very sorry for him, but also a little guilty.

However, you recovered quickly.

After all, you didn't actually go to see any "wild women."

But you also cannot tell Joan of Arc what you did that night.

After all, burning down someone else's house to create a "miracle" was certainly not something Joan of Arc could accept.

You need an excuse.

"How could I possibly be going to see some random woman?" Ian chuckled self-deprecatingly. "With my looks, who would even look at me?"

Ian wasn't spouting nonsense to explain himself.

To protect his sister, his image in the village of Domremi was utterly ruined.

"..."

Joan of Arc's eyes still held a hint of sadness.

"Why does my brother always seem so distant from me?"

"Huh? Growing apart?"

"Hmm..." Joan's voice trailed off, "We've already confirmed with my brother that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"My brother didn't even touch my chest... It seems he still treats me like a little sister."

"I...feel so insecure."

"..."

You realize that Joan of Arc's determination to take things further with you is very strong.

[But you often overlook this point.]

You realize you should probably seduce your sister a little more than once.

Filled with guilt.

Ian's hand went straight to Joan of Arc's proud breasts.

puff--

His five fingers sank into that soft, tender embrace, outlining claw-like marks.

His fingers began to move like a dancer, kneading that exquisitely soft beauty into all sorts of shapes.

As her breasts were being fondled, Joan of Arc continuously emitted cute, kitten-like meows and sang incessantly.

Obviously.

Her attitude and actions were indeed very courageous;

But the body didn't seem to be keeping up with this pace.

Ian stopped.

"It really doesn't work."

"Jeanne, this is the end of it."

"Never!"

Joan of Arc placed her brother's hand on her chest.

"Today I want my brother to treat me like his girlfriend!"

"This is clearly one of my identities too..."

"……identity?"