Art is the ladder of human progress.

Yet among the continent’s major races, the most artistically gifted weren’t humans—they were the Elves. Naturally long-lived, their age and wisdom cultivated profound artistry.

Thus, Elves almost always led the continent’s artistic trends.

Born artists, even their casual sketches became abstract masterpieces auctioned worldwide. But the moment they entered the “realm of art,” these gentle, peace-loving Elves would instantly unleash their inner demons, transforming into artistic fiends.

Today, I finally experienced this firsthand—in little Flan, crystal clear and undeniable!

…

Ever since Flan, fresh as a post-rain sky, dragged me from the bedroom, this seemingly harmless, sickly sister had become an “art hunter.” She issued bizarre commands to Fuu and me, calling it “reference gathering.”

“Yes, yes! Brother Arisa, hold that pose! And you too, brother—if you want me to forgive your earlier words, obey me, got it!?”

Right now, Fuu lay flat on the table, face flushed, legs spread. His hands hesitated, reaching to lift his skirt.

I stood between his legs, palms braced on Fuu’s cheeks, leaning down slightly.

“Master, what would you like for lunch today? Uwaa~ So~ so rough!”

“Hmph. Not hungry. Lunch will be your body~”

“Ah~”

Heh heh. No wonder Whisper Teacher—her grasp of “human body art” truly surpassed vulgar human authors by leaps and bounds…

Like hell it did!

“Flan, what are you doing?! We agreed no more weird drawings!”

I shot Flan a glare over my shoulder.

Whisper Teacher, the underground legend and erotic artist, sketched fiercely on her board, eyes blazing with unmatched brilliance.

Her dream-chasing glow was dazzling—even mesmerizing. Pity the dream itself was… shameful.

“I-it’s not weird!” Flan peeked from behind her board. “Brother’s just a model. No one else is home—Mom’s not back.”

No, even when she returns, don’t use her as a model!

“Just treat him like wood or a lifelike doll, Brother Arisa!”

Wood…

“Flan, you make it sound easy…” I glanced at Fuu.

He’d win an Oscar if he ever acted.

“Ugh… but you promised to support my dream. Do you actually think…”

“Ahhh! N-no!” Ignoring Fuu’s whimpers, I leaned lower for the “pose effect.”

Scolding Flan earlier left me guilty. To make amends, I gritted my teeth and agreed to this “reference.”

“S-sure! S-so finish quickly…”

Fuu… your sister is terrifying.

I sighed inwardly.

And don’t close your eyes—I’m not kissing you.

…

Reference gathering went smoothly.

Flan truly heeded my warning—no more slimy, greasy art. Fuu and I struck “intense” poses occasionally, but kept it tasteful.

Except Fuu looked awful—especially when I sat him on my lap. The Elf nearly fainted.

“Fuu, Flan?” Turning my face away to calm him—and ease my worries—I spoke slowly.

“If your tribe’s Discipline Elder asks about manga, don’t slip up, okay?”

My only fear: rumors reaching the Elf Discipline Elder. To stay safe, I needed the siblings unified.

We’d all say “no comment,” “never heard of it,” and “no comment!”

“Ah~ Elder Beren?” Flan sketched lightly, smiling. “No problem! She’s a kind, beautiful Elf.”

Whoa! Kind and beautiful!? Teacher Serica’s attitude about her had scared me stiff!

But if Flan said so… maybe Elder Beren was gentle? A mature older-sister type?

“Don’t move. Let me inspect your discipline.”

This is great!

“Mm!” Fuu blushed in my arms. “Elder Beren is so good to us Elves, Master. Listen…”

Mhm!

“Before, a shameless human tried courting an Elf girl.”

Oh! So Elder Beren gently persuaded him to back off, right?

“Then she cut off his dick under Elf Law Article 9.”

Whoa! Cut off!

…

Huh?

“Fuu, what was cut off?” I doubted my ears.

“His dick! His balls!” Furide explained earnestly. “Elder Beren kindly removed only his male parts, preserving his humanity. Ah~ such kindness, even to that human… Huh? Master, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing…” Just a chill in my lower half.

I glanced fearfully at Flan. Their eyes held no hint of joking.

Calm down, Arisa! It can’t be that bad!

I hadn’t done anything outrageous to them lately.

At most, I’d “trained” Fuu to wear girls’ clothes willingly.

Then, for deep reasons, drugged them both and saw them naked after they woke.

Even if wise Elder Beren knew these trivial things…

…

I’d die!!

What’s happening!? Why can’t I understand this!?

After destroying so many erotic manga, why must I face humane destruction by an Elf Elder!?

Mother in heaven, explain this!

My heart screamed—but the oblivious siblings cheerfully chatted about “Elder Beren.”

“Brother, since becoming Discipline Elder, she’s dealt with thousands of insolent humans. Hmph~ Why don’t they learn? They stare at me weirdly in class—so gross…”

“Just tell Elder Beren, Flan. She’ll stop the harassment. Only one human ever escaped her.”

Snap out of it! Stop dragging an innocent teen into trouble! Flan, you’re cute—act like it!

Wait…

“One… one person?” I asked hopefully.

If someone escaped, her grip wasn’t absolute. I might have a chance.

“Who… who was it?”

Furide smiled innocently, uttering something terrifying.

“Ah~ Zerola, I think?”

“Elder Beren carved his name on her wall—a lifelong shame. At night, she mutters curses in her sleep.”

“Zerola! If I don’t kill you today, watch your son on his way to school tomorrow!!!”

…

Dad, I thank your ancestors for eight generations.