Chapter 30: small or big

When Smith finished viewing Brenda’s panel, he began contemplating how to use her effectively in battle. Suddenly, a change occurred. Brenda, who was still clad in her armor, dismissed it.

​Now that her armor was gone, Smith could properly see her. Previously, everything had happened in such a rush that he hadn’t had the time to examine her closely. Without her armor, she was stunning. She had a breathtakingly beautiful face framed by long blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and skin as delicate as a flower. To say she looked like a fairy was no exaggeration.

​She wore a loose robe that clearly attempted to hide her figure, but it failed entirely. Her chest was far larger than Smith could have ever imagined. While she couldn’t quite compare to Scarlet’s figure yet, in two or three years—once she fully developed—she might leave even Scarlet in the dust. Her waist was incredibly slim, her hips were wide, and Smith recalled how long her legs looked when she was running through the corridor earlier. Imagining the explosive figure hidden beneath those loose clothes made Smith feel as though the room’s AC had suddenly stopped working. He felt a sudden wave of heat.

​Just as Smith opened his mouth to greet her, Brenda launched forward and hugged him tightly. Because Smith was sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed without his wheelchair nearby, Brenda assumed he was normally. She wrapped herself around him like a koala, sending them both tumbling backward onto the mattress.

​The sudden action stunned Smith, but what truly threw him off was the sensation of two soft mounds pressing directly against his chest. Since he was only wearing a thin shirt, the tactile feeling made it obvious that Brenda wasn’t wearing anything beneath her robe.

​Smith froze, unsure of how to react as she clung to him. The natural, sweet scent of a young woman filled his senses, leaving him slightly dazed.

​Suddenly, Velvet’s voice echoed through their mental link.

​"Hey, Smith! Have you already forgotten about me just because you found a new playmate?"

​Although Velvet tried to sound furious, Smith could hear the playful undertone in her voice and knew she wasn’t truly upset. Smith summoned Velvet, and she materialized directly into the room.

​Taking in the scene, Velvet teased, "Oh, I see our lazy head is suddenly very proactive!"

​Hearing Velvet’s voice, Brenda scrambled off Smith and stood awkwardly on the floor, caught red-handed. "O-Oh, Velvet! You’re here..."

​Shaking her head at the awkward situation, Velvet chuckled. "Okay, okay, let’s stop with the jokes. Brenda, welcome to the family. Since you’ve probably guessed what’s going on, I won’t waste any time."

​For the next half hour, Velvet brought Brenda up to speed on their current situation—from their battles in the dungeon to their status as honorary guests of the Seven Families.

​When Velvet finished speaking, Brenda looked at Smith with a serious expression. "So, Smith... you’re telling me that from now on, we have to follow someone else’s orders and let them command us as they please?"

​Smith was caught off guard by the question, but then he remembered that despite how casually Brenda and Velvet acted around him, they were daughters of high-ranking noble families used to luxury. Even though they had trained hard for the battlefield, noble blood still ran through their veins. To Brenda, the concept of an "honorary guest"—taking on assigned tasks for pay—felt less like a noble partnership and more like becoming a mercenary for hire.

​Understanding her concern, Smith clarified, "No, no, it’s not like that. Think of it as a mutual partnership. We help them perform tasks, and they compensate us for our services. There’s no rigid hierarchy between us."

​Brenda calmed down, though Smith knew that even if he framed it as an equal partnership, the other party still held the upper hand. However, since everyone present was smart enough to recognize the reality, they didn’t press the matter further.

​Shifting the topic, Smith said, "Alright, it’s getting late. I should get ready for sleep. I have a feeling things are going to get very busy from here on out."

​Velvet nodded in agreement. The three took turns showering, with Smith going first. After finishing, he returned to the bedroom and said, "Velvet, why don’t you show Brenda to the bathroom and explain how to use everything"

Then he suddenly remembered something and asked"or is it a problem?"

​Velvet waved her hand dismissively. "You don’t need to worry about that! We grew up together, so bathing together is completely normal for us. We still do it all the time."

​With that, Velvet linked arms with Brenda, and the two walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Smith lay back on the bed, waiting for them to finish.

​Before long, a commotion erupted from the bathroom.

​"Hey, Velvet! I swear, if I catch you pinching my boobs again, I’m going to tickle you until you cry for mercy!" Brenda barked.

​Smith chuckled softly. Having spent the last few days around Velvet, he knew how mischievous she was. She loved playing jokes, and her lively personality always brightened up the place.

​Velvet’s voice shot back playfully, "You think you can catch me with those heavy things holding you back? Honestly, when we were heading home earlier, I saw you trip! I knew you were going to fall because your top half is way heavier than your bottom half—it makes you clumsy! If you want revenge, you have to catch me first, which is impossible!"

​"Hey! What are you talking about?!" Brenda stammered, clearly embarrassed. "You’re embarrassing me! Smith is right outside—he can probably hear every word! And for your information, men actually prefer them bigger! Even Smith would agree with that!"

​"Oh really?" Velvet retorted. "How do you know what Smith likes? I bet he prefers them smaller, just like mine!"

​Listening to their banter mixed with the sound of splashing water and laughter, Smith buried his face deep into his pillow. He was completely speechless. His mind involuntarily began to wonder what both of them actually looked like and whether he truly preferred larger or smaller... Scared by his own stray thoughts, he pressed his face harder into the pillow and waited for them to finish.

​Eventually, the bathroom door opened. Still chatting happily, the two girls stepped out and saw Smith pretending to be asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, they quietly began getting ready for bed.

​Since Brenda didn’t have a change of clothes, Velvet lent her a pair of her own pajamas.

​As Smith kept his eyes closed, he heard Brenda mutter, "These are a little tight around the chest... Will I even be able to sleep comfortably like this?"

​Driven by curiosity, Smith cracked one eye open.

​Velvet’s pajamas were indeed far too tight for Brenda’s voluptuous figure. The fabric stretched taut, and the buttons looked as though they were on the verge of popping off her chest. Since she wasn’t wearing an undergarment beneath, her shape was fully outlined, giving Smith a sudden surge of heat that nearly caused a nosebleed.

​To make matters worse, Brenda unbuttoned the top button to loosen the fit. "Ah, that’s better..."

​The single unbuttoned button exposed a breathtaking view of her cleavage. Smith felt as though his eyes were being drawn into an abyss. His blood ran hot, and realizing he was on the verge of losing his composure, he immediately closed his eye and buried his face back into the pillow, determined to ignore the view.

​Her actions didn’t escape Velvet’s notice. Velvet smirked, knowing Brenda was intentionally showing off to get a reaction out of Smith. Brenda, on the other hand, felt a wave of pride seeing how flustered Smith had gotten.

​Satisfied, both girls finally climbed into the king-sized bed to sleep.