First, I visited the elf siblings’ home to gather evidence that “Whisper Teacher is Flan.”
Then, while both siblings were away, I poured the medicine Lorian had prepared into their bowls.
Finally, after Fuu and Flan passed out, I’d search Flan’s room for irrefutable proof that “she’s the ero manga artist Whisper Teacher!”
Such meticulous thinking! Such a flawless plan! Only someone raised by my scheming dad and stepmoms could pull this off! Protagonist privilege!
So why did Step One go wrong…?
I definitely saw Furide and Flan collapse. But after that, my own head grew heavy…
…
Thanks to my birth mother being a genuine Goddess, my body resists most drugs.
Yet when I rubbed my blurry eyes awake, I faced a horrifying truth!
My coat was gone. All that remained was a crumpled shirt—and my panties!
That alone wasn’t alarming. My restless sleeping habits sometimes strip me bare.
But that wasn’t the problem.
“Master~ there~ no more~”
“Reference… reference~ I need cowgirl position shots~”
Fuu and Flan were muttering bizarre things in their sleep!
Still, that wasn’t critical.
The real crisis was…
Why were they half-naked beside me!?
It took me a while to grasp the scene.
While drugging the elf siblings, I’d somehow passed out too. Now, all three of us looked like we’d just… *finished*.
Never mind me—Fuu’s shirt was torn open, baring half his chest. A pure-white pair of panties dangled from his calf.
As for Flan, her usually pale cheeks burned crimson. Her skirt lay discarded. Her legs clamped my arm, her pink tongue tangled in my hair…
Their flushed, disheveled states screamed what had happened.
Ahahaha! So I got drugged too and had a wild scuffle with the elf siblings! Ahahaha…
*Sniffle*
L-Lorian! I’m sorry! I can’t give you marital bliss below the waist anymore! Just find a decent man to marry!
H-Hill! Goddess! Will the trial’s punishment be physical castration or chemical? I-I’d prefer chemical… for keepsakes…
“KEEPSAKES MY ASS!!”
My inner turmoil burst out as a shout.
Lorian’s medicine was terrifyingly potent—Fuu and Flan didn’t stir.
I forced myself to think.
C-calm down, Arisa! It might not be that bad! If I truly broke my vow, the great Goddess Hill would’ve already appeared to “handle after-sales service”!
F-first, I need proof!
I felt my panties. Little Arisa was eager, but not tearfully so.
Holding my breath, I checked Flan’s pale thighs.
G-good! No suspicious red stains! And Flan’s a proper girl—meaning I hadn’t “crossed the line”!
Relieved, I pried apart Fuu’s half-bare buttocks.
His panties hung loose on his leg, revealing something both beautiful and horrifying.
But luckily, no suspicious white fluids stained his cheeks. I’d not only kept my trial vow—I’d kept my manhood intact.
T-thank goodness…
*Phew…*
I exhaled deeply.
Though… while checking Fuu’s butt, I glimpsed something monstrous under his skirt—no! Bad Arisa! Now’s not the time to ogle Fuu’s under-skirt monsters! Clean up this mess!
I stared at the defenseless, sleeping elf siblings and clutched my forehead in despair.
…
After agonizing, I decided to stage a scene where both siblings had simply “slept through” the night.
Carrying Fuu to his room was easy—just sling him over my shoulder and dump him on the bed. I ignored the suspicious notebooks scattered there.
But when I princess-carried Flan into her bedroom, I froze.
Not from lust—but from shock.
“This… this is… spectacular.”
I sighed at Flan’s bedroom—or rather, her art studio.
Flan was indeed the ero artist drawing doujins of her brother and me.
Unfinished sketches covered the floor, desk, and walls. Even the bed was littered with crumpled drafts.
Though uncolored, I recognized myself and Fuu in shamelessly twisted poses. Just the rough lines made my face burn.
On her desk lay a familiar “artwork”:
*Crossdressing Boy X Crossdressing Girl! Volume 2 (Draft)*
I only knew of Volume 1. Flan having Volume 2’s draft spoke volumes.
“Flan…”
I set down the girl in my arms—now awake, face scarlet, head bowed.
“So you’re… the artist behind those manga?”
Not just that. She’d likely been stalking Furide and me since our “reconciliation,” treating us as “new material.”
Then why…?
These works strained relations between our races! Did Flan feel no remorse? Would she keep drawing anyway!?
“I-I’m sorry, big brother…”
“SORRY WON’T FIX THIS! WHY SHOW YOUR CHEST IF SORRY’S ENOUGH!?”
I clenched my fists, fighting my rage.
Honestly, if the artist were some creepy guy, I’d have punched him already.
But Flan was Selica’s daughter. Fuu’s sister. One of the few girls I’d met as a child…
“Flan, why draw these…? You must know how damaging they are…”
“Because you taught me!”
Flan suddenly sobbed, tears streaming from her crimson eyes—unlike any elf’s.
“I was useless back then. Couldn’t even walk in sunlight… I thought dying might be better. But don’t you remember!?”
She grabbed my hands.
“I’ll never forget that night! Before you left, you said…”
W-wait, Flan! Don’t say it…
“You said my eyes held no dreams! So you’d show me a ‘man’s’ dreams! The ero manga you gave me—I still treasure it! See? That copy of *Elf Siblings in Heat!* on the desk!”
N-no! I won’t look!
And why *Elf Siblings*!? Did I have weird fetishes back then…?
In my hesitation, Flan surged up with sudden strength, crashing her shoulder into mine.
Flying sketches jolted a memory from long ago.
That final visit to Selica’s house… I *had* given Flan my prized “teenage reading material.”
Because I wanted her to have dreams—even if they were “human anatomy art.”
I never imagined she’d become this terrifying artist for my words.
“That book… I kept it like a treasure. Big brother… you gave me dreams. You said you wanted to see my doujins someday…”
“I’ve worked so hard… been called a filthy pervert, mocked as an ugly old man… hiding my dream from Mom and Fuu…”
“I became like this… all for you, Arisa-nii!”
The true root of all evil…
Was me all along!!
