The Cromwell heir did as he was told, turning around obediently. He actively resisted the temptation to steal a glance while Ivy disrobed with rustling noises. It was unwise to get impatient when a blissful scenery was a few moments away.
"You can turn around now."
Ethan followed the voice excitedly, and his gaze returned to the elder sister. Ivy stood before him, wearing only shorts. Her upper body, earlier clad in a cotton top similar to Gwen's, had nothing to hide. Both her top and bra lay on the floor.
Ivy had her arms crossed against her torso, hiding her naked breasts from view. She looked very shifty and uncomfortable, refusing to make eye contact. This was quite contrary to the girl's usual arrogant personality.
Ethan took an entire minute to admire his topless sister. Her arms and shoulders were well-toned, as expected from a warrior's body. The slender upper body was beautifully sculpted, with a perfect display of abs. She had the gorgeous appearance of a young Olympian runner from Earth.
"Show me the goods!" Ethan urged, unable to control himself. "Don't make me wait any longer!"
Ivy furrowed her brows. "I don't understand…"
"Take your arms off your body and let me see your breasts. Wasn't that the deal?"
His sister shook her head as if it was a ridiculous statement. "You don't remember your own words, brother. You said you want to see me topless, and here I am, having fulfilled your condition. There was no mention of exposing my breasts to you."
Ethan almost facepalmed himself. How could he be so stupid with words in two consecutive deals? A pair of tight melons waited for him beyond the veil of Ivy's arms. They were so close he could reach and grab them.
Ethan didn't think twice before activating the ghost hands skill. The phantom arms slithered towards his unsuspecting sister. To make things clear, contrary to expectations, he had no intention of forcing the girl to expose herself. Instead, he picked up her top and bra from the floor and silently removed them from the picture.
"You're a sly little bitch, aren't you?" Ethan mumbled, trying to distract her from the unnoticed theft.
Ivy raised her chin arrogantly and cast him a demeaning glance. "Hmph! Only a bitch can deal with a perverted asshole like you!"
The Cromwell heir was momentarily distracted by strange symbols etched around his sister's cute belly button. Were they magical runes? What kind of weapons did Ivy already have in her arsenal? He already saw her summoning a shortsword a few minutes back.
The boy sighed and threw up his hands as if accepting defeat. He shielded his eyes and turned around. "Alright. The deal is struck. Get dressed and leave quickly before I change my mind."
Ivy scoffed at her brother satisfactorily, under the delusion that she won the battle. She lowered her eyes to the floor to pick up her clothes. Surprisingly, both the bra and top were missing!
"They were right here…" she murmured, her gaze scanning the floor desperately. "I dropped them here a minute ago!"
"What are you whining about?" Ethan asked impatiently. "Can I turn around now?"
"No!" the girl fired back. "I can't find my clothes! Did you take them?"
Her brother knew exactly where the stolen items were—hanging from a ceiling fixture. It was quite unlikely that Ivy would look up to find things she dropped down.
"I was right here, sister, following your instructions. How would I get my hands on your clothes?"
"Give me your shirt!" the beauty demanded. "I'll return it to you after I get a replacement from my room."
Ethan shrugged and took off his nightshirt. He threw it above his head in Ivy's direction. At this point, things escalated.
Bang! Bang! Someone was at the door, knocking urgently. Ethan was less surprised this time. He wondered if someone hung a 'public park' sign outside his room. The boy had been having uninvited visitors all night.
Ethan took advantage of the intrusion, spinning around sharply and directing his eyes at Ivy instead of the door. He barely caught a glimpse of her underboob as the girl slid into his shirt. 'Damn it! Missed it by a fraction of a second!'
"Who is it?" Ivy whispered with concern. "Were you expecting someone? Don't open the door! If someone sees me in your shirt, they might misinterpret things!"
Ethan was about to respond when a system prompt lit up his vision.
[Challenge: A consensual assjob]
An assjob? The boy bit his lip in annoyance. Why would the system issue a challenge when he was quickly running out of lewd opportunities? Where was the same challenge when Gwen was grinding against his crotch? It would've been perfect!
"Who is it?" Ethan called out to the knocking stranger. He wondered if she was Donna, the corridor guard. That was unlikely since the boy already sent her away once. Moreover, the siblings barely made any noise to attract suspicion.
"Young Count! This is Isabella! I have an urgent message for you! Please open the door!"
Ethan and Ivy exchanged nervous glances. Isabella was the Deputy Constable of Cromwell Castle and occupied an important position among the Countess' subordinates. The rumors would spread like wildfire if she discovered the two in a compromising state right before sunrise.
"I'll be there in a moment!"
The Cromwell heir turned towards Ivy. Unlike Gwen, who easily had a nervous breakdown under pressure, the elder sister was strangely calm and composed.
"I'll hide in the washroom," Ivy said, adjusting her brother's borrowed shirt loosely over her braless body. Her tight nipples poked sharply through the cotton, leaving little to the imagination.
"Donna visited my room late in the night," Ethan replied, trying hard not to steal glances at her outlined bosom. "I was working out, and the noise made her suspicious. Isabella may know about it."
"Even though the Deputy Constable is here to deliver a message, she may perform a security check as a follow-up. Do you want to risk getting caught while hiding? It would make us look guilty."
"What do you suggest I do?" his sister asked, trying to keep her eyes away from his masculine torso. "Walk out of your bedroom in your shirt? Don't you see what it would imply? That I took off my clothes in the first place!"
Ethan nodded. "I have an idea, but it can be tricky."
Ivy shrugged. "Let me know what it is. I am okay with anything as long as we can get out of this mess."
"Do you remember the secret tunnels within the castle walls? We used to play in them when we were kids."
Ivy pursed her lips, trying hard to remember. "Yeah, I have faint memories of the time. Why do you ask?"
Ethan approached his closet, opened the door, and removed the wooden panel of the bottom shelf. "This will lead you into the tunnels. You can enter here and exit in your bedroom."
Ivy's eyes widened as she stared at the dark hole in the wall. "This is unbelievable! I can't believe I forgot about these tunnels! But the passage has no illumination. I don't want to be lost in a labyrinth!"
"Your bedroom is close to mine," her brother advised. "You just go straight and take the first left. It will lead to an exit in your closet."
"I see…" the girl replied anxiously. "I guess I have no choice… Thanks, Ethan… This is a lifesaver… I'm afraid I am too big for the hole and may get stuck somewhere."
Her brother shook his head dismissively. "Gwen moves through the tunnels effortlessly. You are slim enough to do it, too."
Ivy put on a suspicious expression. "What? Does Gwen visit your room through this secret passage? How else would you know about her movements?"
The boy lost his composure for a moment but immediately cooked up a lie. "No, there's no path to our little sister's bedroom from my closet. She told me yesterday that she visits the castle's kitchens past midnight for a snack."
Ivy furrowed her brows further as her suspicion deepened. "As far as I know, Gwen barely eats her regular meals. Your claim that she sneaks to the kitchen for midnight snacks is hard to believe. Why are you lying to me?"
Ethan already had a ready-made answer. "You don't know our little sister as much as you think you do. Her late-night snacking habits are why she doesn't eat her regular meals. Gwen is like a rabbit, eating tiny portions. Have you seen her butt? It's almost a bubble."
Ethan laughed nervously, and her sister joined in. Another loud knock on the door disturbed their light-hearted moment. "Young Count! Are you okay? Please hurry! I have an urgent message for you!"
"Give me a minute! I'm naked and just looking for my pants!"
Isabella's energy immediately fizzled out. "Oh, forgive me! I'll wait!"
The Cromwell heir turned towards his elder sister. "We've already hammered out a solid deal. Leave now before the Deputy Constable gets any more suspicious."
Ivy nodded at her brother. She bent over and knelt before the dark tunnel reluctantly. Sucking in her gut, the girl slithered into the darkness. Ethan watched her fit body disappear, almost drooling on her shorts.
The boy shut the closet with a sigh and approached his entrance door. "What is the matter, Deputy Constable?" he asked, forcing a yawn. "Couldn't it wait until after breakfast?"
Isabella was already in her knightly armor. Her face was sweaty as if she had run all the way up his bedroom. "It's about your mother!" the woman exclaimed. "Countess Velma finally sent a message from Gulchtown. The Constable sent me to get you immediately."
A look of relief animated Ethan's face. He had been worried all along whether Velma would reach her destination safely. A delivered message naturally meant she was safe and sound.
"I'll shower and join you at Hilda's office in half an hour," the Cromwell heir replied. At the moment, he was more worried about the ticking time bomb of the Chaste Devil's curse. He got an erection while spooning Gwen. Only about an hour was left before it triggered and killed him.
Isabella looked disappointed that she couldn't escort the heir at once. However, she nodded respectfully, bowed, and left the corridor.
Ethan shut the door and shifted his attention to the problem at hand. He needed to relieve himself on a female body. What about a visit to Gwen's bedroom? Yes, it was a risky venture, but he had no other choice at the time.
"Eth-an…" a muffled voice rang in his ears.
The boy looked around in confusion, searching for the source. "What? Who is it?"
"Ethan! I'm right here!" the voice called out more audibly now. It was Ivy. Ethan followed the voice to his closet. What was going on? Did his sister not go through the tunnel? Did she suspect something and come back for clarification?
Ethan opened the closet door, expecting a pissed-off psycho sister. "Are you okay?"
However, Ivy wasn't standing, and her face wasn't within sight. "The tunnel is too narrow ahead," her muffled voice said in frustration.
The Cromwell heir lowered his gaze to find Ivy partially inside the tunnel, straining and wriggling to get out. Her lower body jutted out of the hole.
"I tried crawling back, but my shoulders got lodged…" she added with a pained voice.
Ethan stared in disbelief at the impossible situation laid out before him. His sister was bent over on her knees, her ass protruding from the closet.
"Help me, Ethan!" Ivy called out helplessly. "I'm stuck!"