The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Then forget it! Brother, just pretend I never mentioned it!"

Joan of Arc lowered her head and muttered softly.

"I was just saying it casually...don't be angry."

If Joan of Arc had insisted, Ian might have refused outright.

But when he begged cautiously like this, he was just soft-hearted.

"I am not angry."

Ian smiled and rubbed his sister's head.

"and--"

"This is a request from the great hero of Dongremi Village. How dare I refuse?"

"Eh?!"

Jeanne's eyes sparkled again.

"Yeah, that's right!"

"Brother, you can't refuse me!"

[Time slowly passed in this atmosphere of siblings and lovers.]

[Night soon fell on every corner of Domremi Village.]

[According to the agreement, you and Jeanne slept together. ]

[This is the first time you have shared a bed since you were eight years old.]

The bed was a bit small.

If we want to sleep together, it will be a bit crowded.

However, for Joan of Arc at this moment, this crowd turned out to be a huge assist.

Because in this way——

She could then naturally ask Ian to hold her tight.

And in fact, she did say that.

"Brother, the bed is very small."

"We need to get closer."

So it became like this:

Ian hugged his sister tightly and rested his head on her shoulder.

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

The legs are placed with the man outside and the woman inside, forming a clamping posture.

In this situation, it looked like Ian treated Joan of Arc as his own pillow.

but--

Jeanne didn't mind this feeling at all.

She even felt happy because she could feel the other person's breath.

"Brother...it's been a while since we've tried to sleep in the same bed, right?"

"...Yeah." Ian nodded, "It's been a long time since I tried this."

After all, as they grow older, overly close contact between brothers and sisters is obviously wrong.

If Joan of Arc had not taken the initiative to cross that line, the two of them would probably never have slept in bed hugging each other like this again in their lives.

"Brother." Joan of Arc's voice sounded again.

"The stars are so beautiful today~"

Ian adjusted Joan of Arc's bed position himself.

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

"is it?"

Ian looked out the window.

The sky full of stars all fell into his eyes.

The boy suddenly realized that he had not looked at the stars like this for a long time.

His mood suddenly improved a lot.

"It's really beautiful... Jeanna, do you fall asleep looking at this kind of thing every night?"

"No." Joan of Arc shook her head obediently.

"Only today can you see stars like this."

"..."

[You suddenly realize that Joan of Arc is actually planning something. ]

[Even if she doesn't drive the black dragon away today, she will find a way to call you to her bed.]

She wants you to see these stars.

"So you asked me to come here specially?"

Ian hugged his precious sister a little tighter.

"Thank you, Jeanne."

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

"As your brother's girlfriend, isn't this what you should do?"

"but--"

"Brother, can I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"that is--"

Jeanne tilted her head back and looked at Ian, who was both her lover and her brother.

Her blue eyes were filled with worry, and she looked like a cat that was afraid of being abandoned.

"My brother has been going out lately."

"Is it possible that——"

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

"..."

[This is the first time you see Jeanne with this expression.]

[You feel distressed and a little guilty at the same time.]

【But you recovered quickly. 】

[After all, you didn’t go to see any “wild woman”. ]

[But you also cannot tell Jeanne what you did at night. ]

[After all, burning down someone else's house just to create a "miracle" is definitely not something Joan of Arc can accept.]

【You need an excuse. 】

"How could I possibly be going to meet a wild woman?" Ian laughed self-deprecatingly, "Who would be interested in me with my conditions?"

It's not that Ian was talking nonsense just to explain.

In order to protect his sister, his image in Domremy Village can be said to be extremely terrible.

"..."

Joan of Arc's eyes were still somewhat sad.

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

"Ah? Distant?"

"Hmm..." Jeanne's voice became increasingly quiet, "I've already confirmed with my brother that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"My brother never even touched my breasts... It seems he still treats me as his sister."

"I... feel so insecure."

"..."

[You realize that Jeanne's determination to take a step further with you is very strong.]

[You frequently overlook this.]

[You realize that you should probably be a little bit lewd to your sister.]

Full of guilt.

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

puff--

His five fingers sank into the soft and tender place, leaving claw-like marks.

His fingers began to move like a dancer, kneading the extremely soft beauty into various shapes.

Joan of Arc, whose breasts were being played with in this way, kept making cute little noises like a kitten, chirping non-stop.

Obviously.

Her attitude and behavior are indeed courageous;

But the body doesn't seem to keep up with this pace.

Ian paused.

"It really doesn't work."

"Jeanne, let's stop here."

"Never!"

Jeanne pressed her brother's hand to her heart.

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

“This is obviously one of my identities…”

"……identity?"

Ian felt a flash of lightning go through his mind—he realized that he was overthinking.

My sister is only missing an identity to become a saint!

No, not even an identity is lacking.

It's just that I haven't created my own image.

Ian continued to play with his sister's soft and varied breasts.

But his attention was completely focused on how to protect her.

"Jeanne, in that case, can I ask you for a favor?"

"what's up?"

"Starting tomorrow... I want you to start dressing up as a nun."

"Eh?" Jeanne was a little confused, "Why do you do that?"

"because--"

Ian put a little more force on Jeanne's breasts and grabbed them.

"I think it would be more fun to play with Jeanne dressed as a nun, ok?"

Joan of Arc's face suddenly turned red and she looked very embarrassed.