Ethan's face lit up with a mix of surprise and delight. Did the emotional appeal and terrible acting really work? Gwen must be a really gullible and susceptible girl. Or perhaps she secretly liked her brother? There were plenty of directions to take.
Gwen's attitude had simmered down, and she offered a foot massage of her own volition! She didn't even set a condition of exchange, the Jack Mehoff book, in exchange for the service.
"You really mean that?" Ethan asked curiously. "No takebacks!"
Gwen giggled softly and nodded. "Bring them before I change my mind!"
The boy did not waste another second and accepted the generous offer. Within the blink of an eye, his feet bounced on his sister's lap.
Gwen was dressed for cold weather today. She wore a sweater and knee-length woolen pants. Ethan nestled his feet on her legs, shifting constantly until he found a warm and cozy spot.
Even though the woolen pants were thick, he could feel the girl's thighs. Gwen's bust was moderate, but her frame was athletic. Her thighs were shapely and sinewy, reminiscent of high school cheerleaders on Earth.
The girl used her slim fingers to massage Ethan's feet. Her hands were firm, reminding her brother again that women were generally built tougher in Promiscua. He made a mental note—physical strength was as crucial as magical skills, or he'd be seriously disadvantaged otherwise.
In about a minute, Ethan was already feeling heaven on his feet. Gwen was superb at foot massages! The irony was that she was abusing him with disdain just a while back. The situation was exactly the opposite now.
The warm touch of Gwen's hands and the comfort of her lap triggered something within the boy. He started getting bodily signals that an erection was not far along. Damn it!
Sensing the awkwardness, Ethan retracted his feet immediately, much to his sister's surprise. It had to be done. The time was too early, and the position was too inconvenient to have a tent in his pants.
"Thanks. I feel better now."
Gwen still avoided eye contact but offered him a weak smile. "I'm glad I could help."
[Challenge completed!: Get a consensual massage from a younger sister]
[Reward: Ghost hands x 3]
Ethan read the consumable item's description.
[Ghost hands: The user's hands may pass through objects for thirty seconds]
The boy raised his brows, pondering the possible applications of the new consumable item.
"Are you okay, brother?" Gwen asked anxiously. "You look like you're distracted. Did I hurt your feet?"
Ethan immediately shook his head. "Never mind."
He retrieved the rare book from his bag and continued. "Look, I am willing to share the contents with you. But I can't let you handle it by yourself. Girls! Girls! Girls! is a very rare and expensive work. If you spill a drink, smudge ink on the text, or accidentally tear a page, I will be in real trouble."
Gwen thought about it for a moment. The Jack Mehoff book was naturally rare, being the last copy of the infamous publication. It was obviously quite expensive since it contained unheard-of secrets and tricks.
The girl nodded. "That sounds fair. I'll keep my hands off it. But do you mean you will browse the book for a solution? I hope you understand this is a private girly matter, and I am uncomfortable with you being involved."
Ethan bit his lip lightly. His sister had finally started talking normally to him. He had to make sure she wouldn't slip away again. Something he observed in the Jack Mehoff book came to his mind suddenly.
"You have to trust me. Moreover, can you read Elvish? Because the copy was printed entirely in Elvish."
Ethan flipped the book open, and indeed, the text was in the language of the Elves. Gwen was well-read, but the Countess had never bothered to tutor her in Elvish.
The girl shifted closer to her brother and peered at the text. "You're right. I can't read a single word. Please go ahead and search. Just make sure you get the right information."
Her brother celebrated inwardly. Now, he had complete control over the situation.
Ethan studied the book's cover for a moment. GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! Inside the hardcover was an introduction about the creator.
Apparently, the author, Jack Mehoff, was a legendary knight and warrior. He retired from the army at a young age and went on a soul-searching journey across Promiscua.
Jack was a good-looking human frequently mentioned in the Damsel Weekly Magazine. Naturally, during his journey, he encountered many sexual partners.
Jack's journal was a treasure trove of information about food, medicine, magic, and other cultural treasures. He was a self-professed womanizer who often solved the problems of beautiful women as a healer and protector.
The GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! guide was merely an extract of his exciting lifetime. It contained long and detailed discourses about sex, human anatomy, and longevity.
The only problem was Jack published it during the medieval ages when society was quite conservative. Religious groups called it blasphemy and even accused him of propagating the Chaste Devil's philosophy.
All in all, GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! was much ahead of its time. The crown banned the book, and Jack Mehoff was fined heavily. Even though the book was widely popular, all the stocks were eventually burned. Since then, not a single copy was found. Until today.
Ethan flipped the pages until he reached the INDEX section. He looked for keywords like breast enlargement, breast augmentation, and so on. The boy finally arrived at three reference pages.
"Come over, let's read it together," he invited his sister.
Gwen shifted closer on the couch until their arms touched. Ethan could smell her perfume or was it her shampoo? He reassured himself he would find that out soon.
The boy flipped back to the main text, locating the first reference.
"A magical spell to enlarge breasts…" he read aloud. Gwen recoiled at the words and put a finger to her lips, gesturing Ethan should lower his voice. The latter nodded and continued reading.
"The ingredients needed are—a pregnant witch's milk, a wild rabbit's tail, and goofer dust. The incantation provided is to be chanted during a new moon night after consuming the mixture."
"The effects of growth last until the full moon appears."
Ethan turned to his sister. "What do you think?"
Gwen immediately shook her head. "Except goofer dust, I don't have the ingredients. Moreover, I want it to be permanent, not for a few days!"
"Alright, then. We'll move on." The boy found the next reference page.
"Getting bitten on the chest by a lactating snake-woman is said to induce rapid growth in breast size. Side-effects could include lactation for several months."
Gwen covered her mouth in embarrassment. She only communicated her disapproval by shaking her head. Ethan shrugged in amusement. Even he did not want his sister to have breasts leaking with milk. At least, not right now.
"This is the last solution," the boy said earnestly. "If it doesn't work, we'll have to give up."
Gwen nodded, but a tinge of disappointment appeared on her face. The last two recipes were impossible to carry out. Why would the last one be any different?
Ethan read the final solution in his mind without communicating it to his sister. When done, he nodded, leaned back, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"What is it?" Gwen asked. "Something crazy again?"
Ethan tried hard not to smile as he turned towards the girl. "The book mentions a very effective method to grow breasts. Only one ingredient is needed, and there are seemingly no side effects. In fact, the text categorically states that the growth spurt will be natural."
His sister's eyes sparkled in rapture. "Really? Tell me how to do it! Please!"
Ethan took a pregnant pause before replying. "The female's breasts have to be stimulated by a man for three minutes, after which his fertile seed has to be smeared on the surface."
"This process has to be repeated for three days. The female must consume the man's seed orally on the fourth day, after which the ritual will be complete."
"It needs to be emphasized that the growth spurt will start from the very first day. However, the fourth-day ritual is integral to make it permanent."
Ethan finished his reading and went completely silent. He watched his sister from the corner of his eyes. She was tongue-tied, and her brows were furrowed in anxiety.
"Gwen…?"
"I'm thinking…"
"Take your time…"
"I don't know any fertile male other than you…" she spoke shyly. The boy nodded his agreement.
"And you're my brother…" Again, Ethan bobbed his head offering no words. He couldn't push Gwen or try to manipulate her at this critical juncture. She had to make the decision all by herself.
Ethan expected an outright refusal since the sexual acts narrated in the book would directly amount to incest. The girl was obviously not that desperate.
Gwen took a deep breath and turned entirely towards her brother. For the first time, she directly looked into his eyes.
"I have no experience with these things. Please, will you do it for me?"