novelraw Chapter 106 – The Ghostly Beastkin Sisters
Chapter 106 – The Ghostly Beastkin Sisters
“Yawn…”
【Good morning, Master! It’s now 6:00 AM sharp!】
I blinked at the ceiling, groggy and disoriented. Ten full hours of sleep… and my body still felt sore. But not from training. No, this was the special brand of fatigue born from housework and culinary disasters.
<“Morning, Aza. You sound… unusually energetic.”>
【Yes! Because I finally had someone to talk to while you were snoring away!】
<“Someone?”>
Tinkle!
Hmn.
<“...Oh. You two. Good morning.”>
Alfia and Nyxia chimed in like cheerful background instruments, floating around my soul space.
Right… I forgot. Even when I’m sleeping, they’re not. While they could rest, their waking hours may also differ from mine. They could probably have tea parties in my head while I drooled on a pillow. No wonder Aza was excited—she used to be stuck with only me.
I sat up and turned toward Selena, still sleeping beside me like a snow-white doll carved from porcelain. Her lips looked dry under the soft morning light. I remembered Aza’s warning yesterday about how her body needed mana and hydration.
I headed to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, then returned and sat beside her again.
And just like that, I realized something embarrassing: this might be my first kiss in this life—if the one that happened unintentionally at Imaginary World doesn’t count.
<“…It still doesn’t count if it’s for medical reasons, right?”>
Still, I swallowed hard at the thought.
I took a mouthful and leaned over. Gently, I parted her lips with my fingers and passed the water into her mouth.
【Mmm…】
My heart skipped.
Wait. That wasn’t Selena.
That was—
【Mmmhh…】
Aza.
<“…Why are you the one moaning?”>
I tried to ignore her and focused on watching Selena’s throat. She swallowed softly. Once it went down, I leaned back, refilled my mouth, and went in for round two.
【W-Wait… Mmmmhh—】
Aza was doing it again, probably she is trying to mess my mind. So I ignored her.
【G-Give me a break, it’s too much—Mmmnnn…】
I glared at nothing in particular.
<”Can you just shut up!? Do you intend to turn me on with your voice!?”>
【I-I’m not! I-It’s just—your sensations are syncing too strongly—it’s involuntary! Nnnaahh…♥】
This time, she didn’t even try to hide the moan.
<“You're literally making it worse!”>
I dunked the rest of the water into Selena with all the composure I could manage, trying very hard to ignore the heavenly voice actress stuck in my soul.
【T-The rhythm…! N-Not so rough…! It’s too… stimulating! Aaahhhh—♥】
<“Aza! Please! This is a hydration process! A wholesome act!”>
I finally emptied the glass and leaned back with a sigh.
【Haa… Ha… Haaah…】
I stared at the ceiling, completely exhausted—not physically, but emotionally.
<“…Are you okay? You sound like you just ran a marathon through a sauna in high heels.”>
【Ha… I-I need… a moment… Just five minutes… no, ten…】
She was panting like she’d just come back from war.
Unbelievable.
I wiped my lips dry and turned back to Selena, brushing a lock of silver hair from her cheek.
Without saying a word, I reached for her hand and began channeling mana into her body.
Unlike the… other process, this one was quiet and focused. My mana flowed gently through our contact, transferring into her system like a steady stream of water.
At least this part was peaceful.
Pom!
A soft pop echoed in my soul—light, bouncy, and full of energy. It was similar to Alfia’s cheerful “Tinkle!” but with a springier feel. I felt the sensation ripple not through my body… but through Selena’s.
<“Hmm? Are you the soul that resides in Selena’s body?”>
Pom!
A surge of confirmation pulsed warmly from her—the presence was gentle, light, and bubbly, like a skipping stone across calm water. I could sense the link only formed because I was holding Selena’s hand. Physical contact, huh?
<“Are you the only one? Or is there someone else?”>
Pom!
A slight pause, followed by another bounce of energy. She said there is another representative, but she seemed shy.
<“Why isn’t the other one speaking?”>
Pom…
A bashful pause. Then the answer floated to me like a whisper carried by wind.
Apparently… it was their first time experiencing so many affectionate kisses. Pom—the one I was speaking with—was fine with it. But the second one was overwhelmed. Not in a bad way—just… embarrassed.
I blinked.
<“…Umm. Sorry? I didn’t mean to make things awkward. I’ll try to find another way to help Selena drink water next time.”>
Pom!
Pii—!
A second chime joined in unison with the first one, soft and delicate, like a bird’s gentle coo.
That had to be the second representative.
They sounded flustered, but the feelings behind it were warm. They didn’t dislike it at all. In fact, they liked it. It made them feel loved—cared for. Something they’d never experienced while they were alive.
Right… they were test subjects too. These girls had lived in cages, starved of affection. No wonder something as small as a shared drink could mean so much to them.
Pii…
Her modest hum was shy but appreciative. They explained they couldn’t talk yesterday because they were fully focused on helping Selena recover. My mana made it easier now, so they could spare a moment.
<”Ah, that’s fine. You can prioritize her. I’m glad if my mana can help you. I’ll keep sending mana every day. Does it have to be at a specific time?”>
Pom!
Once every 24 hours. Got it.
<“I can’t promise it’ll be exactly every 24 hours, but I’ll send it every morning when I wake up. Is that okay?”>
Pom!
The energy pulse that followed was full of joy and relief.
Good. In the first place, they were doing well even without additional mana from me. I don’t know the details of how her recovery works though.
<“By the way… why are you two the ones who became representatives? Just curious.”>
In Alfia’s and Nyxia’s case, it was because Selena had jokingly claimed I liked legal lolis. (I still haven’t forgiven her for that baseless claim.)
As far as I remembered, the girls I sensed in her body also looked young—maybe around eighteen and fifteen by appearance. Not that looks meant much for ancient souls.
I suspected Selena’s hand was at play again.
Pom!
Pii.
This time, they responded together.
It wasn’t what I expected.
They said… Selena had mentioned, back in the Imaginary World, that she always wanted younger sisters.
<“…Ah. So it wasn’t about me this time?”>
Pom!
The first one confirmed it proudly. They had volunteered to fulfill her wish. That simple.
<“But there are a lot of little kids among the souls, right? Wouldn’t they make more fitting little sisters?”>
Pom!
Not according to Selena.
They explained—Selena also said she didn’t want me turning into a lolicon.
So they, as adult souls in younger-looking bodies, stepped up to play the role instead.
I facepalmed.
<“…I knew it. I knew Selena had something to do with this.”>
Selena’s influence… truly knew no bounds.
<“Haa… Anyway, if I remember correctly, you two are from the werewolf and black cat races, right?”>
Pom!
Pii!
Their presences pulsed brightly in response—cheerful and shy, respectively.
Unlike Nyxia, who was born of a mixed lineage, both of them were pure beastkin.
Pom—the werewolf—had an energetic presence that radiated like sunlight. In the Imaginary World back then, her form was: thick, snowy-blue hair that shimmered faintly under imagined moonlight, perked wolf ears standing proudly atop her head, and a bushy tail that swayed with enthusiasm behind her. Her light-blue eyes gleamed with playful mischief, and her limbs were covered in soft fur that thickened at the wrists and ankles, giving her the look of someone always ready to pounce—or dash headfirst into fun.
Pii, in contrast, was a quiet shadow at her side. A black cat girl with smooth obsidian fur and wide, watchful eyes like midnight sapphires. Her short hair curled softly around her face, and her tail curled tightly around her ankles like a shy child clutching her blanket. Compared to Pom’s bold stance, Pii always looked like she was half a step behind—close enough to listen, but far enough to hide if things got overwhelming.
Tinkle!
Hmn!
Pom!
Pii!
Ah, Alfia and Nyxia greeted them. The spiritual space around me buzzed gently with the sound of four gentle souls acknowledging one another. A warm moment passed between them like a calm breeze brushing through spring grass.
It was then that I realized—I still didn’t know their names.
<“By the way, do either of you have names?”>
Pom…
Pii…
They both lowered their presence slightly—timid, uncertain.
<“I see. You don’t have names yet. I’d love to give you some, but…”>
I glanced down at Selena’s sleeping face, her expression as calm as moonlit water.
<“I think it’s better if Selena does that herself. She’s the one who wished for younger sisters, after all. I think she’d be happy to name you both.”>
Pom!
Pii!
Their spiritual signals bounced with delight, like tiny bells ringing approval.
<“Then, we’ll talk again later. Please take care of Selena for me, alright?”>
Pom!
Pii!
“Leave it to us!”—their words weren’t verbal, but the feelings were loud and clear. A promise.
I gently let go of Selena’s hand, and their presence faded into a soft spiritual hum. My gaze lingered on her sleeping face. There was something dreamlike about it—the way her silver hair fanned out across the pillow, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful warmth in her presence.
She really was like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale.
And no matter how many times I kissed her… she still wouldn’t wake up.
I stepped out quietly to prepare breakfast—but paused, remembering something.
I turned back, let out a soft sigh, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her cheek. Then, gently, I patted her head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“…Sleep well.”