NOVEL WEB Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Drink This Sweet Blood
[You are awkwardly loved by Stheno and Euryale, and together with Medusa, you fight against monsters and invading heroes.]
[Although your days are as plain as white rice,]
[You find a happiness and joy you never experienced as a mage.]
[If possible, you want to protect them forever.]
The simulator narrated Moran's thoughts.
He knew that such happiness could not last forever.
[As you have done for the past twelve years, you prepare an exquisite dinner for your three sisters. Night quietly falls.]
["Euryale and Stheno plan to punish Medusa tonight."]
[Thinking of Medusa, pitiful and bullied by your two elder sisters, as her younger brother, your choice is—]
Help Medusa.Trust that the sisters won't truly harm Medusa and obediently continue preparing dinner.
A sudden choice appeared before him.
Moran shifted from first-person to an omniscient perspective.
This life simulation system was amusing—these abrupt choices reminded him of classic Type-Moon games.
Whether Tsukihime or Fate, they both featured branching choices and dozens of different endings.
This simulator seemed to be the same type.
"I choose option one."
Moran followed his instincts.
As a seasoned Type-Moon fan, he trusted his gut. More importantly, he couldn't just stand by and watch Medusa suffer.
There was an old saying:
"In youth, one doesn't appreciate Rider."
"Mistaking the spiky-haired one for a treasure."
He had memorized that line before transmigrating. Now, he was fully on Medusa's side.
Of course, he would choose to help her.
Countless nights, he had seen her lonely figure bathed in moonlight.
She had always been there for him in his childhood.
Naturally, he wanted to protect and care for her.
[You put down the ingredients. Rather than finishing dinner first, you decide to rescue Medusa from your elder sisters' hands.]
[Following their presence, you track them down.]
[However, along the way, you catch a faint scent of blood—Medusa's blood.]
[You burst forward at full speed.]
[There, you see—]
The night froze.
The world fell silent.
The moon hid behind the clouds, unwilling to witness the scene.
The dim forest light seemed like mere paint on a canvas.
[You witness a vivid, intoxicating sight.]
"Haa... Elder Sister... Moran..."
Medusa panted softly, her cheeks flushed.
Her amethyst eyes shimmered as if coated in mist.
The one responsible for her state was Stheno.
Her sharp fangs had pierced Medusa's pale, delicate skin.
Crimson blood trickled down her neck.
"This is your punishment, for daring to disobey your elder sister. You have no right to refuse."
Stheno smiled wickedly.
Then, she turned her gaze outward.
Noticing the fourth presence, her smile deepened with amusement.
"Moran, you're here too. Perfect.
Since this is a punishment, no one should be left out.
Come here."
Stheno licked the blood from her lips.
Even such a simple movement appeared elegant and beautiful, leaving no doubt about her divine nature.
"Well, Medusa is a goddess unlike us, while Moran is merely human. If he drinks Medusa's blood, something interesting might happen."
Euryale wiped the corner of her mouth.
She was quite curious about what would happen next.
"Moran... don't—don't look at me..."
Medusa turned her head away, her cheeks flushed red.
Noticing that Moran had witnessed the scene from nearby, an inexplicable sense of shame surged within her.
Her two elder sisters had drunk her blood before.
But she had never felt this shy before.
Why was it that, when Moran saw it, she felt such an unusual sense of embarrassment?
"Guh..."
Moran had never felt this way before.
Stheno and Euryale were top-tier goddesses.
Now, with the three sisters displaying such an intoxicating scene, the impact was unprecedented.
Looking at Stheno's gentle smile...
And Euryale's expectant gaze...
Moran couldn't possibly refuse.
A mix of tranquility and unease intertwined.
The emotions entwining his consciousness were so tender that they became terrifying, a sweetness more intoxicating than anything else, stirring his restless heart.
"Medusa..."
Moran unconsciously clenched his teeth,
Swallowing the impulse rising from within.
A warmth spread from his neck, creeping up from his earlobes to his brain, as a primal hunger slowly emerged.
Under the guidance of the two goddess-like little devils—
He drank the blood of the one he loved.
It wasn't a transgression, yet it felt even more forbidden.
The blood of the primordial goddess was like nectar hidden deep within flower petals, seeping into his body like divine ambrosia.
"Mmh... This...!"
Moran immediately felt something change.
Medusa's ragged breaths crawled up his neck, reaching his brain.
The moment he swallowed, the blood surged like a wild torrent in his mind, transmitting Medusa's exhilaration directly to him.
After all, this was the blood of a goddess.
Medusa's blood carried both divinity and darkness, far purer than any ordinary human could withstand.
A normal human who dared drink her blood—
Would undoubtedly meet a tragic end.
"But Moran won't, because—"
Stheno gently stroked Moran's head.
Her touch was as tender as a wife gazing at her beloved husband.
Moran had now fallen into a brief unconscious state, and Medusa was in a similar condition.
Euryale supported Moran's arm, her bright and pure face carrying a delighted smile.
"Because he is our adorable little brother. Stheno, even though you never say it, you trust Moran more than anyone, don't you? That's why you keep testing him like this."
"In the past, I was the one who picked up Moran. How could I accept that someone so dear to me would have only a mortal's lifespan? I don't ask for much—I just want the four of us to stay peacefully on this island forever..."
"Hehe... I feel the same..."
Stheno and Euryale—only at this moment, when their younger sister and brother were unconscious—could finally speak their true thoughts with some honesty.
As goddesses, their personalities were undeniably stubborn.
But their love was more genuine than anything else.