When I woke up, Marina was no longer there. Damn, there went my dream scenario of waking up in the morning with a beautiful girl by my side. Even though that girl was my own 11-year old sister. She must have woken up earlier and returned to her room. She wouldn’t want Father and Mother to know that we had been sleeping together, I imagined.

Sure enough, I found her later having breakfast with Father and Mother in the dining room.

“Hey, Hugo, you’re late!” She greeted me with a smile. I suppose we’re just going to pretend last night never happened then.

After having our breakfast, she immediately declared that she wanted to go to the village. “Hugo, you want to come along?”

She didn’t need to say anything. I already knew just from her face that she wanted me to come, as she wanted to visit Sherry.

“Yeah, of course, SIs!” I quickly replied.

Our parents of course gave us their permission. They even gave us a bag of coins to be used if we wanted to buy something in the village.

And with that, we departed.

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The farmland Sherry was working at—Old Woman Farla’s farm—was located on the other side of the village, so we had to walk decently far in order to get there. I wasn’t bothered at all with the fact though. In fact, I couldn’t help but be excited to do the trip. So much so that I challenged Marina to a race. Not all the way, of course. Just a race down the hill from where our house was perched on.

“Haa… haa… haa… wow, you’re fast, Hugo!” She praised me once I won, panting as she was completely out of breath.

“Yay! I’m faster than Big Sis!” I declared with a triumphant smile, though I too was gasping for air. Quite ironic that my current six year old self could run further than my old adult self. That’s what being healthy (and not overweight) got you. Not to mention all the physical training I had gone through with the old man.

“I see that the training you’ve been doing with Dad has its effect! You’re now definitely stronger than me in physical activities, Hugo!” She praised me again. Yes, Sis, praise me! Praise me more!

"Hehe, it wasn't easy, you know. Father can be a harsh teacher at ti—whoa!"

Her white dress! It had turned completely translucent! No doubt from her sweat!

I could see her black panties clearly!

I froze, giving it a good stare for two or three seconds before I finally could avert my gaze.

“S-Sis, y-your dress…”

“Mmm? Oh!” With a blush, she quickly covered herself with her hands. Damn, that was a really cute reaction!

“Oh dear, wait a sec.”

She chanted something under her breath. And then, she moved her right palm all over her body, turning the fabric of her dress dry using what I could only assume to be a drying spell.

It might look easy, but I knew for a fact that it wasn’t. That spell… was not in any of the magic books we had read throughout the years. It was her own original invention. That, or something she learned exclusively from the Academy.

When she was done, her dress had returned completely back to normal.

“So, did you see?”

“H-huh?”

“See them? My panties?”

She was now putting her hands on her waist, staring at me disturbingly similar to how Mother would stare before she gave me a good scolding.

“U-uh, I… uh…”

I looked away, feeling as if I was shrinking under her burning glare.

I was going to lie, telling her that I didn’t see anything.

But then, I did see them, didn’t I? For a good few seconds at that. Should I lie? Would she know?

...No, I would not. That’s what my old self would do. Lying just to save his own ass.

“Y-yeah, I did… Sorry about that, Sis…” I looked her straight in the eyes as I said so. Not doing so would just make myself even look more dishonest than I already was.

And then, her glare suddenly turned into a giggle.

"Oh Hugo, such a gentleman! Even when you're still little!" She came over to me and ruffled my hair. "As your big sister, I'm glad I had raised you well."

And then, she bent her knees and whispered, "You know, if it's you, Hugo, I don't mind you peeking at my panties all you want~♥"

With a naughty, knowing smile, she then ran off, giggling yet again.

T-too much! Sis, you're being too much!

She couldn’t just keep teasing me like this or else I would end up with a sister complex as well! And an older sister one at that! I had always preferred little sisters more, you know!