Women's World: I am the man with the most OP auxiliary class-Chapter 159: An Ice Mountain Dominates the Setting of My Heart Tattoo.

Chapter 159: An Ice Mountain Dominates the Setting of My Heart Tattoo.

"I don’t understand why you have to be angry with me..."

I glanced sideways at Vasilisa, my Big Sister, who is now driving the vehicle on the way home.

Faced with Vasi’s menacing gaze, of -Tell me what’s going on- and the look of -Don’t hide anything like you wanted to do with your tail- I had to say what I know about intimacy, my body and the possible reason why my eyes shine with a pink light and form a heart silhouette in my pupils.

I spent as much time answering questions and it’s not like I know everything my weird combination of blood entails. Most things are just deductions and thoughts.

Even so, the most shameful thing is to tell the truth behind the hearts in my eyes!

I’ve watched enough anime to know what that means, so I can only say that it’s a natural reaction of my body to the increase in strength from the act of intimacy with someone.

But not only did this answer not completely convince my Big Sister, it led to more questions until it reached the point of a small fight.

The reason? Well, because I can increase my strength by being intimate with many people...

Vasi commented if this was the reason I was dating the girl from the Aigilas family or if I was going to be with all the girls in my combat group. Which led me to respond that I was not that kind of person.

So we arranged our clothes and left Liana’s Homewood for the parking lot and took the vehicle home without knowing what to say.

In my previous life, there has always been a debate about whether jealousy is a social construct or a primary biological instinct. The debate has led to all sorts of theories and online struggles between social groups.

And I, as a doctor, have always been on the side of Biology. So I think that my Big Sister’s instinct of -Jealousy- and -Possession- are very big.

"... I’m not angry...

It’s just what..."

"It doesn’t matter." I turned my head to look out the vehicle’s window.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Vasi biting her lip with an expression of regret. It’s not that I’m taking advantage of the situation.

I may have been a little annoyed by the implication in Vasi’s words that I’m behaving like a slut just for power and pleasure. But I can understand that it’s not what Vasi meant, and her expression slipped out of her mind more out of jealousy than because she really thinks I’m like that.

But even so it is not like I let her go easily, I also implicitly accuse myself that I was using some kind of spell of charm so that I can take advantage of her!

The Succubus may do that. But that’s not to say that I do it too just because I’m half Succubus!

So, although Vasi wanted to repair her mistake, I have maintained an attitude of reproaching her for everything. Plus, Vasi ruined the atmosphere!

By the time we got home, I got straight out of the vehicle. Ever since the large gate of the house opened and let Vasi’s sports car in, Aunt Odalis was already waiting at the door.

"Young Vremya, welcome home. Miroslava has already prepared your luggage for the next trip. Give me your backpack so I can fix everything."

"Mom has she already arranged the luggage? Uhnm~ there are still things from the last quest, there is no need to refill my backpack with so many things Aunt Odalis. Please only equip what is necessary, Thank you~"

My thoughts that Mom had been part of those who arranged the Quest for my group seem not to be really wrong.

"Dinner is ready in case you want to eat"

"Yep~. I’ll refresh myself and come down in a moment~

... HM!"

While talking to Aunt Odalis Vasi had finished parking her vehicle and was quickly arriving at the front door of the house.

I gave her a reproachful look and ran upstairs to my room. As I entered the door of my bedroom, I closed it with the wave of my hand behind me and threw myself on my bed but not before kicking my shoes to a random side.

"Stupid~

We could end our first night excellently and very happily, but you had to start a fight out of jealousy..."

I tapped my fluffy pillows a little with my fists and took it out a little against my poor bedding...

"... It’s not like you don’t benefit from being with me either..." I turned on my bed until I was on my back and with my arms extended and my legs spread in the shape of the large symbol -大-.

"... But it’s amazing that a heart symbol ღ appeared in the pupils of my eyes...

It’s not like Vasi was great at sex, I think it didn’t last ten seconds after putting it inside me to cum hehehe~

But I have to admit that in the second half-match it felt so good that I almost lost consciousness..."

My hands went to my belly, and my fingers caressed my skin at the lowest part of my navel.

"I have to see if anything changed~" jumping up and down from my bed and my bare feet touched the warm wooden floor of my room.

In a short moment of jogging to my bathroom I stood in front of the mirror while I was quickly taking off my clothes.

In the mirror my skin still looked pink and glowed with a slight dampness. My loose hair fell down my shoulders and my back making me look like a fairy that just emerged from the water of a lake.

My white and smooth skin was reflected in the mirror and my sensual collarbone were marked in details about my reflection.

My small hands went down from my collarbone to my breasts that, although nascent and small, already had a shape that invited me to squeeze them.

My little buttons on my breasts are standing up and hard, but they are such a light pink that it gets lost in my flushed skin that if you don’t pay attention they can go unnoticed next to the areolas around them.

Although I was born a man and in my body there is a small Vremya, now I don’t look at all like what would be called a male body and I look more like a girl going through the middle of adolescence going through the eighteen transformations of woman.

Narrow shoulders, thin arms, but with a pair of breasts big enough to protrude from my sides and my arms rub against the skin of my new breasts as I rock them as I walk.

I’m not very familiar with bust cup measurements, but I think I’m approaching what they call B-Cup, I have a very deep instinct about space and I can see the difference in the circumference measurement between my chest and the top of my breasts has grown three centimeters.

This may explain why I now have an uncomfortable pain when touching or rubbing against the fabric of my clothes, hence my desire to wear looser clothes is born, but this does not prevent the feeling of -fullness- or the tension of the skin around my nipples.

I just hope they really don’t grow any bigger. I like breasts, but not in me!

And in the mirror the curvature is more noticeable as I lower my hands down the side towards my waist, and although my spatial perception gives me the measurement of my waist, just by using my hands I can tell that the circumference of my waist is not much larger than the circumference of my thigh.

I am one hundred and sixty-six centimeters tall (with boots with wide soles and heels) and my waist does not reach sixty centimeters, only beating by three centimeters the measurements of my thighs. I can understand Vasi’s words about how fat my legs are and where all the food I devoured goes.

Let’s not go any lower, I don’t want to feel the perception of the spatial measurements of my hips or much less of my buttocks...

Concentrating a little, a heart mark began to reflect in the mirror of my bathroom dazzling with a hazy pink light. Now my heart tattoo has a couple of small lightning bolts that look more like chipas than storm thunder.

The sacred flames that Sera represents are now as poor as the flame of a small candle that can be extinguished at any moment by the wind. The armor of the God of War that should protect the heart is barely visible, not to mention the small rings that represent the waves of Kharis’ electromagnetism and Maia’s small water snake.

But, now what controls the passage around my pink heart is a colossal mountain of Ice from which a blizzard of snow comes. It seems that the world of my heart tattoo is now dominated by the essence of my Big Sister.

"... I think that with the help of Vasilisa’s vital essence I can face the next trip since Ragna has not come to see me much less written and Sera is very far away... maybe I can fill up a load tomorrow morning from Maia before leaving..." I said quietly as my fingers ran over my heart tattoo on my belly.

The inner part of the heart in the heart tattoo had a bit of white filling about a quarter of the volume of the heart.