My Sister The Villainess

"It's nice to get out once in a while, isn't it?"

The Young Master unexpectedly spoke up all of a sudden. Mary had been distracted with other thoughts when he'd spoken up and was surprised. She hadn't noticed until now, but his voice was starting to sound different than she was used to. It was deeper now, matching his more muscular frame. His voice just then had been a steady, confident rumble that stopped her wandering mind.

"Indeed," She agreed without inflection, "It is." To her, it didn't much matter. Walking around was a habit of her now, she didn't have any strong thoughts on it.

She replied to him shortly and quickly went back to passively watching the shops and people who drifted by. She'd tried to discreetly move away several times already but he refused to let her leave his side so she took to studying whatever happened to go by or seem even the slightest bit interesting. Anything, really, to take her mind off of the pleasant heat of his hand around her waist and that amazing scent teasing her nose.

She was no young girl anymore. She had experienced many things in life throughout her long existence. But even then Mary was not used to being held like this, and certainly not for so long. As far as she could remember, she'd never been in this situation.

Her past lovers were never the type, she supposed, to be this affectionate. To feel the need to be close to her.

Therefore she wasn't sure how to deal with the Young Master's strong, yet gentle, hold. Being like this simply unnerved her, making her feel awkward and out of place.

From how he acted right now as he thought her Vera, it was obvious what sort of relationship the two had together. This was deeply worrying. Those two couldn't be together for various reasons. She knew the Dragon race had different sensibilities, but Mary wasn't one of them and she was certain the Young Master wasn't truly like them himself either in that regard. Odd as it is, the Young Master had always only been himself. He wasn't forged by his mother or father, it seemed like who he is now is who he always was and always would be.

He wasn't the same as Dahlia who was easily influenced and turned strange due to her Vera's pranks or Muriel's rare teachings.

It may have seemed otherwise, but Mary never approved of or supported her daughter's affection for the Young Master. She simply never got in the way.

This is because Mary always felt guilty towards Vera. She didn't wish for the girl to repress her feelings and end up how she herself did. But that outcome seemed to have been made for her the day Mary transferred her experiences to the young sapling.

Expressions were already difficult for them but Mary thought that maybe Vera would be capable of smiling more if she'd never had those memories given to her. The thought made her feel she'd done her daughter an injustice, and thus caused her to not be overly mindful of Vera's antics towards the Young Master these past years.

Mary felt sad for her little tree for she knew her own jadedness had also been passed down. Not only that, but her cowardice too.

Vera was held back by Mary's fears and insecurities. She'd doubt and worry and think the worst even if she knew nothing of the sort would be likely to happen. Mary's shortcomings had become her's.

That's also why she didn't put an end to her strange ways of seeking the Young Master's attention as they grew up. She understood, on some level, that nothing would come of it. She felt safe in that knowledge even as the guilt ate at her.

Of course she wanted her daughter to be happy with the person she likes. But the person she liked couldn't be her's, and in all honesty, even shouldn't.

Muriel's plans for him were something they couldn't intrude upon.

Besides that, a pairing like their's was dangerous. What if she couldn't hold herself back? What if she tried to drain him, even on accident? Then Muriel would have all their heads and her friendship with Mary wouldn't cause even a second of hesitation. Her son was everything to her, even her love for her daughter Dahlia were perhaps mere leftovers from her love for Damien.

Both were incomparable to Mary's relationship with the woman. To Muriel they were master-servant first, former lovers second, friends third. All three were replaceable if it came down to it.

It's a good thing Muriel didn't know the truth of Vera and Basil or else they may all have already been killed.

Not to mention, if the Young Master himself ever found out after this point he'd no doubt be disgusted. Then Vera would only get hurt, and Mary didn't want that either.

Maybe it was her fault. Mary thought it'd end as a youthful infatuation, albeit an unconventional one. It seems that wasn't the case. She couldn't have imagined they'd start dating like this.

How this all came about was the big question. She'd never be able to open up so much on her own, not to him. It's likely the Young Master himself is the one to have taken the lead. As is his nature. Still, he'd have to have been swayed by something that girl did. As for what it was, that's what Mary was curious about.

Only once she finds out the depth of their relationship could she do some damage control.

….She thought this, but somewhere deep down she understood how much of an excuse it was. She had full justification to step in as soon as she knew they had any kind of man-woman relationship at all.

But she hesitated in spite of that. And the longer that arm held onto her like she were some sort of precious jade the longer she did. Perhaps it because she wanted this for her daughter and didn't wish to ruin it even though she knew she had to.

This sort of genuine care and concern was rare, after all. Vera is lucky she had it, Mary thought. Some people spend their whole lives without.

"Being loved by the person you love. It's surely a very comforting thing to experience, I would imagine." Mary spoke absently.

Damien peered down at her strangely. "Why would you need to imagine it?"

She was still far away and answered him without thinking. "You can't know what you've never had. In that case, all you can do is imagine."

The words left him quiet for some time.

"Say, wanna do something fun?" Damien had felt the woman's melancholic shift in mood. It'd been growing for a while now and he couldn't bear to see it continue, especially after that comment. So, he had an idea.

"Oh?" Mary turned towards him. "What did you have in mind?"

"Every play badminton?"

Her curious tilt of the head was all the answer he needed.

***

" Now just use the racquet to hit the shuttle across the net, like this." Damien tossed the shuttle up into the air and lightly tapped it with the wood-and-vine racquet. It arched high and picked up speed as it fell. As it rose the heat was getting to him so he stripped off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt in a haste, throwing them to the side for the time being

So while it looked like the woman was in a daze while staring up at the fast-approaching shuttle, Damien was still confident in Mary's excellent reflexes, strength, and overall athletic capaba--

"Ku!"

The thing hit her square between the eyes and knocked the woman back a step. Her head fell back and she slowly hit the ground.

"Oh hell. " He cursed and ran at her. "Are you alright?"

The woman's head was now sporting a small red mark. Her face didn't change but her eyes were a tad more watery than they were a moment ago.

"I'm fine." She rose unsteadily to her feet, patting herself down with a calm and orderly manner. "Perfectly fine. Why do you ask?"

"Your nose…" To be clear, it was bleeding. The dry heat combined with the impact must've ruptured a few blood vessels.

Mary put her hand to her upper lip and was greeted by a sticky wetness. Her finger came back red.

She quickly pulled off the handkerchief tied around her neck and used it to stop the blood.

"....The impact." She stated. Damien nodded as that was exactly what he was thinking a moment ago.

"How did that even hurt you though?"

"I created it extra firm to withstand our strength," She replied evenly without a single shift in expression.

"Why didn't you move?"

"That…." Mary didn't explain and simply turned her head. It was too shameful to admit that she got distracted. It surely looked like she was staring up at the shuttle, but that was just a cover. In truth, when the Young Master was undressing she only looked up to avoid being caught staring at his form. Before, she'd never run the risk. Now, though….

He really filled out quite nicely, is all she could say.

But she was still able to see him in her peripheral and just that was enough to ruin her train of thought. She entered a sort of mindless state for a moment, which was just long enough in turn to get hit by that accursed "shuttle."

Not that she was really injured. Even that red mark didn't hurt. As for the bloody nose, she had no clue as to why that had happened.

"Let's continue." Mary picked up her equipment and gestured for Damien to get back in position.

The young man had made her take them to the Dry Lands, specifically to one of the large oases he and his would-be wife, the Undine, had created some time ago. Then with his help he'd had her make these strange things,

Originally he'd wanted to cut up her dress and make a makeshift "bikini" top, apparently a very short shirt that left the arms and midriff exposed during outings like this one...but she strongly refused as that was far too unbecoming. Exposing so much skin was unthinkable, right? She didn't like the heat here but she could withstand it without complaint. Plants could grow in any environment, after all!

Mary considered herself quite resilient.

So she only allowed him to make a slit to either side of her dress. This was expertly done with him even taking a small sewing kit he kept on him and hemming the edges. It was also embarrassing being so close to him while he did so, but she endured. And though it needn't be said, this was of course just the kid she'd helped raise, her Young Master whom she'd taken care of even as a wee babe. It went without saying she felt nothing more than a sense of impropriety at his actions thus far and by no means felt any other sort of weird things regarding his proximity and thoughtfulness.

"It's coming, Young Master. Prepare yourself."

"Nn. Hit it as hard as you can."

Nodding silently, Mary threw the shuttle. She timed it perfectly, her eyes turning dead serious. She jumped and used a bit of force, lightly hitting it with the racquet in her hand.

Damien felt his scalp tingle.

BOOM!

A great shockwave resounded throughout the desert. He was almost too slow to respond but luckily raised his racquet just in time. He used it like a shield. As soon as it hit the shuttle an amazing amount of force slammed into him. His hands turned numb, having just been shocked to their core.

The force didn't stop with him and continued through his body, kicking up all the sand around him. Damien thought he heard his bones crack, or maybe that was his internal organs turning to much. He nearly fell to his knees but stubbornly refused to go down.

Meanwhile, the sand shot up into the air and scattered in the wind.

He tasted iron. Damien realized that blood was starting to pool in his mouth and even dripping from his nose.

Mary's face turned ghost-white. She was by his side in an instant. "Young Master, are you okay?" Her entire body seemed to have turned cold as she watched him.

…..The entire realm was going to become a deadzone!

He shook off the pain and gave her a bloody grin. "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about. Alright, this game just got a whole lot more interesting. Come on, let's play."

"Young Master, I don't believe that's a wise--"

Ten minutes later, through much coaxing, reassurances and bugging, he finally convinced her to have another go.

After a while of learning how to control her strength and although they both caused several more breakings in the sound barrier and ruined the landscape, she eventually realized that this game was, in fact, actually quite enjoyable.

She had fun.

***

"Young Master, what's the meaning of this?" Mary felt a tug on her hand. Needless to say, it was Damien.

"We have to wash off all the sand." He answered simply. "Besides, it's the perfect weather for a swim."

Damien grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the water

Mary pried her hands and refused to go a step further. "That's quite alright. I don't much enjoy swimming." She spoke tersely.

"That's fine. We can play in other ways." The Young Master wasn't one to give in easily.

"I thought we were to rinse ourselves."

"Two birds, my cute little tree. One stone."

Knowing she was incapable of escaping the matter, she resigned herself."Very well." She sighed. "And what did you have in mind this t--?" Her face was pelted with a wave of water.

She was shocked. The water was cold and she sneezed to eject the invading liquid from her nostrils.

Memories floated to the surface, which she quickly shoved away. She glared at the youth balefully. "You little--" Splash. "Chu!" Another tiny little sneeze.

Damien thought it impossibly cute.

"Sorry, what was that?" His voice was riddled with amus.e.m.e.nt.

"You're such a chil--" She raised her arms just in time. "Stop that!" Her tone was frigid.

"Or what?"

Mary brushed back the hair from her eyes and leveled a heavy gaze at him. She immediately struck out, sending a giant tsunami his way without remorse. "That."

Damien was pulled into the water and popped his head out a moment later. He wiped the excess from his hair. "You realize, of course, this means war."

"Of course, Young Master. After all, peace was never an option."

***

After a far too long a time pelting each other in the face with water, the two were now thoroughly dirt-free and once again wandering the streets with their clothes dried.

"My hands look like prunes." Mary's mouth curved downwards ever-so-slightly. "Where to now?" Mary had, by now, almost completely forgotten what her original purpose was.

Damien stifled a yawn and saw something that caught his eye. "I have a good idea."

He grabbed her hand and ordered a carriage. "Where to?" An old driver with a neat goatee asked.

"Haytham University."

"Why would we be going there?" Mary couldn't help being curious.

"You'll see."

His words brought her an impending sense of doom.

***

Sure enough, she was right.

"Young Master." Mary suddenly spoke up.

The young man's eyes were locked onto her own. "Yes?"

"It's hitting me." The words, delivered by that dauntless, ever-composed face, were as calm and smooth as a frozen pond. Yet despite this, both the woman's neck and ears were going a faint reddish hue.

His grin was downright evil. "What's that?"

Mary refused to reply.

"I'm always amazed by them."

"What's that?" She sourly repeated his words.

Your eyes," He clarified, " They're stunning, like the most brilliant emeralds. I never want to look away."

"Saying sweet words while in a situation like this, were you simply born shameless?" She wanted to smack him.

Currently the Young Master was n.a.k.e.d, from head to toe, while embracing her closely. One hand was at the small of her back holding her against him, the other lifting her chin as if to prepare for a kiss that would never come.

Mary was also fully n.a.k.e.d herself. This wasn't the problem. The problem was the two dozen or so people around them scratching away at their easels. Well, those who weren't so distracted anyway. Most if not all of the females, she noticed, had paused with their brushes in mid-air the moment the Young Master had walked into the room and began undressing.

Which gave Damien an epiphany. He finally understood why yanderes had their dark, void-like eyes. It was because their pupils dilated so much you couldn't even see the irises anymore, the only thing left being that cold, obsessive abyss.

Mary also gained the full attention of the men. But unlike the women with the Young Master, these men weren't courageous enough to gawk at her so openly. They only took quick, furtive glances and didn't dare to leer.

The Young Master had brought her to Haytham's Art Department to do nude modeling, in case it wasn't obvious. Supposedly he'd seen an advertis.e.m.e.nt asking for volunteers back then.

Mary, at first arriving and realizing his intentions, nearly spat out blood. This guy...what did he think he was doing?!

"Hm? You didn't seem to mind so much last time." He'd said. The words uprooted all she thought she knew about her daughter.

Did he mean she actually agreed to this before? That Vera did? And so Mary couldn't refuse now either! That's how the current situation came to be.

….Exactly what kind of things had they been up to together?!

Damien couldn't resist a chuckle and felt that this woman's will was stronger than he thought. She was even able to do something like this.

Really he blamed her for his body's reaction. Who told her to have such soft, supple skin? Who told her to be such a captivating temptress? Well, he probably could have resisted by distracting his mind with other things. But where was the fun in that? It's much better seeing her fl.u.s.tered.

They'd already been like this for a full hour and their minds were both starting to drown in each other's scent.

Mary's arms wound around him and rested over his shoulder blades. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were smashed against his c.h.e.s.t and she could feel the powerful, steady beat of his heart. His member had gone hard and now lay on her belly with a searing warmth.

She was too shy to look down but the length and girth she felt caused her to feel sorry for her daughter. In her experience, even Llyr wasn't so...

Mary shook her head.

Just then Damien had a wild thought. Followed it on impulse, he bowed his head and kissed her. The last time he'd savored these full ripe lips, which he'd always imagined doing, hadn't been nearly enough.

Mary saw it coming but had no choice other than to let it happen. They contained a scorching fervor, those lips of his. Just as they had that day.

Mary could handle the latter. It was the former she had trouble with.

Except that fervor wasn't meant for, she remembered. She could only experience it because of who he thought she was.

After recalling this fact she took the initiative to break the contact herself.

"Hey, no moving!" Someone w.h.i.n.ed jealously. They didn't even register his existence.

"That was disgusting." Mary monotoned. "Never do that again."

Surprisingly, he easily nodded. "Alright." He acquiesced. "I'd rather wait until you ask me for one anyway."

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the stars and moon become dust."

"Oh, I don't know about that," He tightened his hold. "I think you'll be begging for another before the day is done."

"And what, pray tell, makes you so confident?"

He had a look of smug victory. "My wet leg."

She wanted to die.

***

Lads, in life there is a single goal that men--and indeed many women--all seek to achieve. One reason above all others to continue living in this shit show of an existence. That is to say, getting a big tiddy goth GF.

This said, Damien may now die without regret. For beside him now...was a gothed-out Mary!

"This is a highly unusual appearance, Young Master." Mary sent an unwilling glance his way.

They'd only just now escaped a myriad of pursuers. Apparently word had spread fast of the Young Master's appearance as a nude model. It became obvious when throngs of young Ladies entered the room. How they'd found out was beyond her, but their enthusiasm was terrifying.

The women had been whipped into a frenzy, each of them raising a hand to try and touch their...she didn't know what he was to those crazy girls. She saw ones ranging from middle-school, who held their hands to their flushed faces while peeking between their fingers way too obviously, to women in their twenties and thirties who would gulp immediately upon seeing the Young Master's weapon. Though they didn't seem at all less eager.

Suffice it to say, though, they didn't stay. Only, the Ladies followed.

Mary thanked the heavens above for getting her out of there even if they were now being chased by a group of zealots in exchange.

Still. Why did something like that have to happen to her to begin with? Nude modeling, no less!

She'd only went along with that whole thing so she wouldn't ruin her cover, but now she was sorely regretting it. Mary had been thoroughly played with and taken advantage of!

A strange scene popped into her head at that moment. She imagined those groups of women cursing at her. "Stop bragging!" They appeared to shout.

Damien waved her comment away. "Nonsense. You're perfect."

As soon as he saw that cosmetics store right next to the hair salon, he knew it was time. The universe was speaking to him yet again, and it was saying "Goth that girl up!"

He had to comply. You can't go against the wishes of the universe. SImply can't be done.

So using disguises as an excuse he dragged Mary over, got her some black lipstick, put purple streaks in her hair--rather tricky to accomplish, but where there's a will there's a way--and got her to the nearest dress shop. Picking out a black, long-sleeved dress with a short skirt, he took it upon himself to put on the appropriate amount of frills and make a few other adjustments.

Once that was complete he purchased some dark knee-high boots. Mary's naturally pale, flawlessly white skin fit perfectly with the ensemble.

He wasn't satisfied with just that, however, and had her hair parted so that her wide and attractive forehead was put on better display.

Next Damien went and bought a black silk ribbon which he weaved around a beautiful lock of emerald green.

This done, he got a thin strip of soft leather, had a small heart-shaped amethyst attached to the middle, and placed it around Mary's long, swan-like neck.

All he had to do then was construct a pair of cat ears for her to wear and her final form was destructive to an ungodly level.

He marveled at his handiwork. "Gorgeous." He breathed.

Mary looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't quite get his tastes, but the admiration in his gaze was undoubtedly genuine.

She knew, rationally, that he thought she was Vera. But even so, she enjoyed the honest appreciation

"You hungry?"

Mary did feel a bit peckish. After messing around in the sand and water for so long, posing for hours and finally being chased through the city by the adoring fans of her date, she could use a bite to eat.

"Where would you like to go?"

"If you come with me to buy some ingredients, I know a quiet little garden that I'm sure you'd love."

One of the Young Master's famous meals? She wouldn't say no to that.

***

"So this is the garden you meant." Mary felt a bit silly. He'd brought him to his parents' new temporary estate.

The garden IS lovely, but she didn't quite care for being tricked.

"What? I thought it was a perfect place to have dinner. Besides, aren't Mother and Father out anyway?"

Mary nodded her head. It was true they had left the house empty the last couple of days. She'd only kept on her walks because it was something Mary had grown used to.

"They're on a business trip." Rather, it was one of the Young Master's f.u.c.k-ups again. He'd destroyed something again and sent his father the bill.

Mary didn't know why Elias and Muriel cared enough to try and pay it off. Or why they didn't just destroy the whole school for trying to make them. People as powerful as they needn't obey laws at this point. Mary could have created a rare herb or plant for them to sell, too, and Muriel had a vast collection of priceless Artifacts.

Well, Ellie was a good man so he might be more understandable. Also, he was slightly slow. Maybe the thought of Mary helping didn't even cross his mind.

But Muriel? Ah...she probably just went along with him for some fun. And now that she thought of it, there's no way she'd give any of her treasures to some insignificant school.

" Oh yeah? Who'd you hear that from?"

"...Mother told me." Mary cleared her throat.

Damien didn't call her out on the lie. She was terrible at it, but seeing her try and fool him was too adorable.

"Is that so? Well, better for us they're gone. They'd have tried to steal a plate." He sat a silver tray onto the round metal table

It was only after he lifted a lid did that she caught the mouth-watering aroma. It was a scent she recognized immediately.

"For the Lady we have an oven risotto with crispy roasted mushroom, a lamb chop with a side of basil-rosemary sauce, and a bottle of 1943 Chateau Lautreamont which I most certainly DID steal from Mother's collection. And no, you can't refuse the drink so just enjoy it."

That line-up made even Mary raise a brow. "Those are all my favorites."

"I know."

Had she been paying more attention she probably would've realized what the exchange meant.

"And you?"

"I'm not hungry. I think I'll just take some wine." He poured her a glass, then himself.

Mary didn't bother with pleasantries and dug in. The first spoonful of risotto was such a delectable shock to her tastebuds she squirmed happily in her seat, completely forgetting her dignity as the realm's foremost tree spirit and a mother of two.

She gave him a glance."It's delicious." She informed matter-of-factly.

"I'm glad." He took on a calm and satisfied manner. "You know," He started, "I wouldn't mind cooking delicious meals for you every day, even."

Mary almost choked on her lamp. A proposal out of the blue!

"That's not necessary." She didn't look disturbed at all. It was one of the only blessings this face brought her. "But thank you for the sentiment."

"Hm." He didn't comment.

Mary savored her food, moving neither fast nor slow. But before long she became aware of his smoldering stare and became a tad ill at easy. For some reason, she started to become overly self-aware.

"It's beautiful. " He said after a while. 'Your brow. When you're embarrassed but trying to control it. The fine muscles pull into a little arc."

Mary raised her hand as if to check, but stopped. What was she doing, getting out of sorts by a few words like that?

She shook her head and went on with her meal, paying him no mind whatsoever.

The food was gone too soon. Luckily the bottle of wine was still very full. Although she had a few reservations about dipping into something from Muriel's collection she also thought the opportunity for such fine wine was too rare to pass up.

She drank without reserve and felt her head fog after just two glasses. This wine...it was a bit too strong, wasn't it? Normally she wouldn't ever get even the slightest bit tipsy. But this brew was already turning her cheeks warm.

Her eyes swam after a few more minutes. A comfortable heat gathered in her tummy.

Though that could, she realized after a moment, been due to the Young Master's steel-like arms gently lifting her up.

"How about we take this upstairs?"

Mary went into a panic.

***

"Young Master, we shouldn't." Mary had been and carried into the house while being bombarded with sweet kisses along the neck attempting to wear away at her heart's defenses. Despite that, he was very careful not to take her lips.

Damien, on his end, was a bit amazed. All this and she still didn't come out with the truth. He'd taken all sorts of liberties today but it seems that wasn't enough. Even so, he wanted to know what her bottom line really is. And he was determined to find found.

Or so that's the excuse he chose to use.

So he didn't stop with his services. Instead her distressed appearance made him even bolder. Soon enough he was already undoing buttons and strings slowly peeling away at her clothes.

When they reached his parents' room he didn't even bother to open it, directly kicking down the door.

He laid her on the bed and took in her fl.u.s.tered look. She was absolutely lovely. He didn't move for several seconds. In his c.h.e.s.t a burning heat took form.

"I want you." He was sure.

His words brought Mary endless worry. Okay, she didn't need to investigate any further. It's obvious how far those two had gone by now, she really didn't need to continue the charade.

"No, Young Master, you don't understand!" She grit her teeth. "I...not actually...well, that is to say, I'm not--"

"Vera?" He finished. "Oh, I know. I knew from the beginning."

Mary froze. "You…" She was shocked. "What?"

Even as she spoke to him his hands never stopped. They slid their way up her inner t.h.i.g.h. Her toes curled in anticipation, but while they prodded near her door they didn't care to enter. They only teased her, waiting patiently.

She knew exactly what he was up to.

He leaned in close. "Would you like to ask me for that kiss now?"

Mary whimpered.

The Angel was out of the house and now the Devil was whispering in her ear.

**********

Author: This was supposed to come out like yesterday but damn it got really long. Wanted to add a bit more, but that can wait.

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