I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

It was late at night when he returned to the treehouse that Vera had arranged for him.

Lynn pushed open the door and was surprised to find that there was still light inside.

A small fluorescent mushroom lamp sits on the table, emitting a soft glow.

And Leah was sitting by the lamp.

She had clearly drunk quite a bit, her cheeks were flushed.

His platinum-gray eyes were veiled with a layer of mist, and his gaze was somewhat unfocused.

At this moment, Leah was clearly still drunk.

She was still wearing the light blue fairy dress she wore to the celebration, which showed off her long and straight legs.

just.

The hem of her skirt was a little messy.

"elder brother…"

Hearing the door open, Leah looked up.

Her voice, soft and sweet with the tinge of alcohol, said, "You're back...so late."

"Lia? Why aren't you resting yet?" Lynn closed the door and walked to her side.

"Wait... Brother..." Leah stood up unsteadily.

She walked unsteadily toward him: "Sister Vera said my brother went to the inauguration ceremony... I've been waiting for so long..."

"Brother...Lia misses you so much."

She walked up to Lynn and looked up at her.

Then, her nose suddenly twitched.

His platinum-gray eyes narrowed, and the hazy, intoxicating mist within them dissipated slightly.

She seemed to have sensed something.

Like a cat that has caught the scent of a mouse stealing fish.

"My brother's body..." Leah's voice lowered, carrying a certain suppressed emotion.

"It smells unfamiliar..."

She leaned closer, her nose almost touching Lynn's collar, and sniffed carefully.

Lynn's body stiffened slightly.

He did indeed still carry the scent of Elune's treehouse—that cool, plant fragrance.

And... the sweet floral fragrance after the two were in close contact.

"The scent of elves..." Leah continued sniffing, her voice growing softer, "The scent of a woman... the scent of wine... and..."

She looked up, her eyes misty, but her gaze pierced straight into Lynn's eyes: "A... very intimate, very natural feeling."

No.

Leah, you weren't born in the Year of the Dog.

Lynn was speechless.

I got married out of nowhere.

She was also caught cheating by her sister.

"Lia, let me explain—" Lynn was on the verge of tears.

But Leah, slightly tipsy, didn't listen to his explanation.

She pinned Lynn against the wooden wall behind her.

Leah tiptoed and brought her face close to his.

His breathing quickened, and a warm, fruity, sweet scent sprayed onto his lips.

"My brother said... he would marry me..." Her voice had a touch of the coldness she had in the game from her past life.

"My brother promised... so why... why do you smell like another woman..."

"This is a misunderstanding." Lynn tried to press down on her shoulder.

But Leah's strength at that moment was astonishing.

Her platinum-gray eyes churned with complex emotions—resentment, unease, and a strong possessiveness.

I saw the look in Leah's eyes.

Lynn knew something was wrong.

The bad ending is about to be triggered.

Lynn reached out to hug Leah: "Leah, calm down, I—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Leah suddenly raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him fiercely.

It wasn't a gentle touch, but a rough and clumsy kiss, tinged with tears.

She kissed his lips haphazardly, their teeth clashing.

Her tongue frantically tried to pry open his teeth, the movement so urgent it was as if she were confirming something, marking something, or declaring something.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Lynn...

He chose to close his eyes.

Since we can't resist, let's just enjoy it.

He let Leah kiss him as she vented her frustration, until her strength loosened slightly due to lack of oxygen, then he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away a little.

When their lips parted, a thin strand of saliva appeared.

Leah gasped for breath.

Her cheeks were flushed from lack of oxygen and emotional distress, and her platinum gray eyes glistened with tears.

She stared straight at Lynn, her expression icy as she slowly spoke, "Why do your lips smell like someone else's flowers?"

She kissed him again without hesitation: "Leah was here first."

Whether you like someone, fall in love with someone, or are together, it's all good.

"Why does it smell like someone else?"

"Only Lydia's taste can remain on my brother's lips."

a long time.

Lip points.

I gently inhaled the scent of lily of the valley on Lynn's lips.

Leah seemed satisfied.

Her voice was hoarse, tinged with a hazy intoxication: "Brother, you are mine."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then finally pulled her into his arms.

"Go to sleep, I'm here," he whispered.

Leah calmed down in his arms.

The alcohol, the emotional highs and lows, and that impulsive kiss had drained too much of her energy.

She leaned against Lynn's chest, mumbled a few indistinct words, and finally closed her eyes.

Even breathing sounds soon filled the air.

Lynn remained in the embracing position, leaning against the wall, without moving for a long time.

Moonlight streamed through the treehouse windows, enveloping the two figures embracing.

At this moment, it was quiet outside the window.

Only the sigh of the summer breeze passing through the gaps in the leaves.