novelraw Chapter 100 – The Ghostly Demon Sisters
Chapter 100 – The Ghostly Demon Sisters
“Uhh… I’m hungry…”
My half-lidded eyes drifted through a dreamlike haze. Everything felt warm… soft… heavenly.
"Could these be… meat buns?"
Two pillowy white orbs greeted my sleepy gaze—round, tender, and irresistibly plump. My instincts took over. Hands moved on their own, cupping the divine softness as if guided by fate itself. The texture was unreal… warm and yielding, yet perfectly firm.
My stomach grumbled. I leaned in, lips parting slightly.
“Ugh… it’s hard to bite… It won’t separate…”
No matter how I tugged or nibbled, the stubborn "buns" resisted. I frowned. Were these premium meat buns? Blessed by the gods? The texture said yes. But the taste? Elusively absent.
And just as I gave one final determined munch—
“Ahnn…♥”
The sultry moan echoed like a forbidden melody.
My consciousness snapped back.
A strange squish met both palms. My tongue grazed something velvety. And above me, a soft voice trembled again.
“Ahnnn…♥”
My eyes flew open.
Directly before me—soft, bare, and undeniably real—a woman’s breasts pressed gently into my face.
“WHOAAA—!”
*BUMP!*
I launched backward like a startled squirrel, arms flailing, I crashed off the bed with a thud that shattered my dignity.
“Ow ow ow… It hurts…”
Clutching my head, I dared a glance toward the bed. There, still sleeping like a princess draped in moonlight, was Selena—her top pajamas were nowhere to be seen, her upper body bare, just pajama pants attached on her lower body.
“Phew… she’s still asleep.”
I exhaled in relief, crawling away from temptation like a guilty monk.
Then—
【What a mischievous boy. Groping a sleeping beauty while she dreams of clouds. Shameless.】
“Wha—!?”
I jolted upright, heart skipping. Aza’s voice rang inside my head like a sarcastic thunderclap.
<"You surprised me… Anyway, what’s going on?">
I steered the conversation away, eager to escape the teasing note in her voice.
【We purified her curse for around seventy days. After that, we both passed out from exhaustion.】
<“Seventy days!? I thought it was just… maybe a week?”>
【Time flowed differently in that Imaginary World. One hour there equates to ten hours here.】
<“So... like a dream realm with hyper-speed time dilation?”>
【More or less. After that, you’ve been asleep for about two weeks.】
<“Two weeks? I slept for two entire weeks?”>
【Yes.】
<“And her? Is she still asleep too? I mean, I did hear her… moan earlier, so she should be okay, right?”>
【She’s alive. But to be sure, we should reanalyze her body. Just in case.】
<“Right…”>
I sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at Selena’s sleeping figure. She wore only her pajama pants—her upper body bare. Yet the morning light spilled through the window, casting soft gold across her skin, draping her chest in a veil of modesty as if the heavens themselves tried to spare me.
Before, I could only focus on saving her life. But now, in the quiet aftermath…
The gentle curves of her body, the glint of dried blood etched across her skin like war paint—it all painted her as both vulnerable and breathtaking. My eyes traced her form longer than they should have. Her slow, steady breathing made her chest rise and fall with a rhythm that tugged at something primal inside me.
And then the forbidden thought slipped in, uninvited.
I want to grope those mountains…
I jolted, shaking my head violently.
No. Bad brain. Focus. Analyze. Don’t ogle.
But just as I tried to regain composure, Aza’s voice echoed in my mind, smug and all too knowing.
【Master, I felt your lust spike just now. Your body’s changing—getting closer to adolescence. Didn’t you also have a wet dream earlier? So you know what’s going on, right?】
<“Wait… what?”>
I glanced down. My pants were damp.
All I remembered was a dream about eating meat buns. Delicious, heavenly buns…
Could it really be…?
I feel utterly betrayed—how could I get this wet from dreaming not about girls, but about food? Am I really that far gone?
But, if what she said was true, then…
<“…Should I just start sleeping outside her room from now on?”>
Because if my mind kept slipping into the gutter like this, I might do something truly regrettable.
【I think she’d be fine with you, Master. Actually, if you did something now, she might not even notice. She's still sound asleep.】
<“…Are you seriously suggesting I take advantage of her right now?”>
【Why not? I want to feel good too.】
She said it so casually—like she was just asking for a snack, not encouraging divine-level degeneracy.
<“…You’re a damn perverted angel.”>
【Ehe~】
Her voice chimed sweetly in my head, the sound so saccharine it gave me cavities. And probably a headache.
If she had a physical form, I imagined she'd be poking her cheek with a finger, tilting her head with that innocent “oopsie” look, maybe even sticking out her tongue with a soft “Ehe~”.
I ignored Aza’s pervy little celebration and placed my hands gently on Selena’s upper chest, just above her heart. As I channeled my Light mana into her, a soft glow pulsed beneath my palms, and Aza began her analysis.
<“How’s her condition?”>
【She’s fine. The curse is completely gone. But… since her soul was nearly devoured, she’ll need time to recover.】
<“…Her soul? Is she really going to be okay?”>
【Yes. Her soul is recuperating, just slowly.】
<“…How long until she wakes up?”>
【Approximately one to three years.】
<“…Wait, what?”>
【One year, minimum. Possibly up to three. Her soul needs that long to fully stabilize.】
<“…Are you absolutely sure she’ll be okay? I mean, that’s like… a coma, right? Doesn’t she need nutrients or something? I’m no doctor, but I know people can’t just sleep for years without, well… dying.>
【She’ll be fine. Her aura passively aids in regeneration, and it recycles energy while she sleeps.】
<“…I see.”>
【If you're really that worried, you could speed up her recovery by transferring mana to her every day. And…】
<“And?”>
【She needs water.】
<“…Of course she does.”>
It made sense—she was still a living being, no matter how magical her recovery was. I paused, glancing at her peaceful face.
<“…But how exactly do I give her water if she’s in this state?”>
【Naturally, mouth-to-mouth.】
<“…You’re lying. You just want to feel good through me, don’t you?”>
【Tch.】
So she was lying!
【But! I wasn’t entirely wrong. She does need water. You can give her a glass a day—more, if possible.】
<“Haa… fine. I’ll figure it out.”>
【Yay~!】
…This girl was seriously something else.
<“Anyway, I remember you said burning the curse might cost her powers. Is that true?”>
【Yes. You should confirm it yourself—use your appraisal.】
<“Ah. Right. I totally forgot I even had that skill after training nonstop for a year…”>
With a small sigh, I activated my appraisal skill and turned my gaze back to Selena.
⟦ STATUS WINDOW ⟧
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Name: Selena Calytrix
Age: 398
Race: Half-Elf
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⟬ Essence ⟭
Vitality: 1775
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⟬ Attributes ⟭
Strength: 1555
Agility: 1912
Dexterity: 1826
Status Points: 23236
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⟬ Element Affinity ⟭
Light, Fire, Heavenfire, Dark, Hellfire
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*You need the target’s consent to manipulate the target's status.
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<“…That’s a huge drop in her stats.”>
【Approximately 98 percent of her stats are gone, Master.】
<“…Ninety-eight percent? Seriously?”>
【Yes. About 98 percent of her soul had been devoured. The curse had intertwined with her essence so deeply that it became a source of her strength—like a second soul. When it was burned away, so was the power it had granted.】
So that’s why she lost so much…
People commonly believe that power only comes from the body, and while that’s not entirely wrong, it’s far from the full truth. The soul is just as vital. Sometimes, even more so.
<“Then… once her soul fully recovers, will her strength return?”>
【Unfortunately, no. Her body will recover, and her soul will mend—but the power she had while cursed is gone for good.】
<“…I see. That’s a shame. But still… she has her status points. She could probably jump straight to B-Rank if she allocates them wisely.”>
【Yes.】
<“Now, there’s something else I’ve been wondering about… Why does she have two new elements?”>
Her elemental affinity now included Dark and Hellfire, alongside her original Light, Fire, and Heavenfire.
That definitely wasn’t there before.
【It’s because that curse was associated with Dark, Fire, and Hellfire elements. And she has accepted their souls—the essence of the curse.】
<“Huh? Their souls? Who?”>
【The souls of those individuals you encountered in the Imaginary World. In fact, they appear to be aiding in the recovery of her own soul.】
<“... What?”>
【Didn’t you two take them into your bodies? It’s not only inside her, they are also inside your body.】
Tinkle!
A faint chime echoed inside my chest—like the gentle ring of silver bells in a still wind. A quiet presence made itself known, as if someone was whispering a soft, playful “Hi” directly into my soul.
“Are you the first kid who called me ‘Big Brother’?”
Tinkle!
A giddy pulse of energy responded—cheerful, innocent. I could almost hear her voice in my mind, gleefully answering, “Yes! Big Brother Freed!”
She felt young, full of laughter and brightness, like a girl forever frozen in her seventeenth year. Yet her spirit bore a strange maturity. She wasn't human. A demon—specifically, from the Alp race.
If I remember her appearance correctly, long snow-white hair tumbled past her shoulders, catching the light like woven silk. Her crimson eyes glowed softly, like polished gems. Two graceful, pale horns curved slightly from her head, giving her an ethereal allure. A playful black tail swayed behind her, slender and tipped like an arrow.
At first, I thought demons were inherently evil… But seeing her smile, and remembering the joy in her kin’s eyes back then, it changed me. They had hearts, just like us. Joys, sorrows—just people, trying to live.
Hmn!
“Huh? This one feels… different. Are you her younger sister?”
Hmn.
Another pulse, this one steadier, calmer. Though they weren’t blood-related—nor even the same race—they’d lived and suffered side by side as test subjects. In time, they’d come to call each other sisters.
The younger one was of the Demonic Beastkin race. Her appearance suggested she was around sixteen. She had short, tousled black hair that framed her face with a wild sort of charm, and fierce golden eyes slit like a predator’s—untamed, unblinking. Her two thick horns curved from her temples and forward over her head, their tips pointing upward like a battle-ready ram. Her tail mirrored her sister’s—black, flexible, and ending in a pointed tip that swayed with latent energy.
Where the older sister was more dreamlike, this one radiated strength—a quiet ferocity hidden behind a protective instinct. I could feel that she had always stood between her sister and the worst of the world.
Tinkle!
Hmn!
The elder sister gently nudged me with a clear Tinkle, reminding me to wipe the dried blood from big sister Selena’s body and dress her properly so she wouldn’t catch a chill. At the same time, her younger sister added a disapproving Hmn, pointing out the uncomfortable truth: I hadn’t bathed in months.
“Y-Yeah… good point,” I muttered.
I’m getting hygiene advice from ghost girls now. What’s next, a shampoo tutorial?
Bracing myself, I carried Selena in a princess carry toward the bathroom. Of course, I had to use my aura to boost my strength—there’s no way a kid like me could lift an adult otherwise. Her raw stats might be low now, but her physique still outclassed mine. One accidental roll, and I’d become floor paste.
Ah, right. I still hadn’t checked my status since waking up.
Eh… Well, I’ll do it later. Let me survive this bath first.
Thankfully, the bathroom had a long magic-tool bathtub, designed for comfort and luxury. I gently laid Selena down, resting her shoulders and head against the edge of the tub.
Then came the real challenge.
I stripped off my own clothes first. No big deal. Just cleaning up. Totally normal.
Then… I looked at her pajama pants.
“…This is for hygiene,” I whispered like a monk reciting a sacred chant.
I slowly reached for the pants—And I saw cute bears beneath it.
I gulped hard and pulled it down too.
And the moment I saw more than I should have—
Snap!
My “sword” sprang to attention like it was ready for war.
I shook my head rapidly, trying to banish all impure thoughts from my mind. I focused on turning the faucet and letting the water flow into the tub instead. Steam rose gently as the warm water filled the space.
Hmn...
Tinkle!
The sisters chimed in again. The younger one sighed sympathetically, “It must be hard for you, big brother…”
The elder sister, however, decided now was the perfect time to get cheeky. “Don’t worry! I can give you as many wet dreams as you like, big brother!”
“Oi! Don’t start teasing me like Aza does! Wait—so it was you?! You’re the one who gave me the dream—who made me…!!?”
Tinkle!
“…Don’t ‘Ehe’ me!!”
【Why are you suddenly dragging my name into this as if I’m some kind of pest, Master?】
I sighed. “Because I’m surrounded by teasing women… even the dead ones…”
In an attempt to calm my flustered heart, I focused on wiping down Selena’s body gently with a wet cloth. I figured chatting with the soul sisters would help take my mind off things. Yeah. Distraction. Safe, non-horny distraction. Please.
“Can I just talk to you both through my mind? I feel like a lunatic talking out loud to myself like this.”
【Yes, Master.】
Aza answered instantly, as if she’d been waiting for me to realize it.
<“Test, test. Can you hear me?”>
Tinkle!
Hmn!
Apparently, mind-chat was fully operational. Now I could keep up the conversation without looking like a kid with imaginary friends.
<“So… are you two the only ones who ended up inside me? What about the others?”>
Hmn.
Tinkle!
The younger sister calmly conveyed that all 523 others were present too—yep, every single one of them. Meanwhile, the elder sister added that the two of them had been chosen as the “representatives.”
Hah… probably for the best.
I mean, trying to process input from 525 different souls at once would make anyone go completely insane. They didn’t exactly “speak” in words like Aza, either. It was more like emotions or impressions, maybe? I don’t know. But strangely, I could understand everything they meant.
<“Still, isn’t it a little weird? Shouldn’t someone older or more experienced be the representative?”>
Tinkle!
<“…Wait. Selena told all of you I have a fetish for younger legal girls, so that’s why you two were picked?”>
My jaw dropped in real-time.
What the hell has she been teaching them!?
That’s not even close to being true!
I don’t remember having any such preference in my past life either!
In the first place, I’ve yet to reach adulthood and they are definitely older than me—W-Well… they knew my past life was over twenty five years old—not older than their true ages, but older in natural growth.
But still…!
Tinkle…?
Hmn…?
Both of them sent out a wave of sadness—like two puppies asking if I hated them now for being chosen.
Ugh… why do they have to hit me with the guilty feels?
<“No, no, that’s not it. I’m totally fine with you two. Really. Let’s just get along from now on, alright?”>
Tinkle!
Hmn!
Their joy sparkled in response. I could practically feel spectral tails wagging like happy puppies.
I’ve somehow ended up with two ghostly little sisters as emotional support reps. My life just keeps getting weirder.
<“By the way… I still don’t know your names. Back then, there were over a thousand people, and I didn’t think I could remember that many names in such a short time.”>
Tinkle!
Hmn!
Their cheerful chimes rang in unison.
<“Huh? You want me to name you?”>
Tinkle…
Hmn…
Their tones softened, delicate and almost wistful.
I see now…
Their current names weren’t really names at all—just cold, lifeless numbers. Number 13 for the older sister. Number 44 for the younger. Labels assigned by researchers who treated them as nothing more than data points in an experiment. They want to cast those numbers away, to abandon the chains of the past along with them.
They’re asking me to give them something new—something that truly belongs to them.
A real name.
Even now, I remember the fragments they shared—the flickers of memories that flowed into me in that dreamlike world. Their earliest days were a blur, filled with cold cages, sterile rooms, and shadows that loomed like nightmares. They couldn’t recall how it all began, only the unshakable feeling of being unwanted. No names. No family. No warmth. Just experiments, silence, and the ache of being treated like objects—stripped of any sense of self.
Numbers… They were only ever numbers to the humans who did that to them.
<“But… I’m also human. Are you really okay living inside me?”>
I hesitated, my heart tightening.
<“I mean, those researchers… they were human too.”>
Tinkle!
Hmn!
Their reply came quickly and without hesitation.
A warm, reassuring acceptance. They didn’t see me as the same. Not because I was special—but because I saw them. Not only me but Selena too. We treated them as people. As a family.
They sensed the sincerity in our hearts. And besides, they’d known other test subjects who were human too—ones who tried to comfort them, to help them smile in that bleak place.
<“…I see. Thank you.”>
A soft wave of warmth washed over me from within. They trusted me—no, they believed in me. And that alone…
That alone made me want to be someone worthy of their trust.
And so, if they no longer wished to carry the weight of their numbered past, then I would give them something new—something that belonged only to them.
Names not born from cages, but from care.
Names they could smile to.