My third younger brother, Killua, is already on his way.
After discovering she was pregnant, Kikyo excitedly told me the news before informing Silva.
Thank you, Kikyo, for letting me experience the feeling of being a father at a young age (12 years old), and the feeling of being Killua's dad.
Then again, less than a week since our last conversation, and it's already done?! This fast?! In the "real world," so many people struggle with infertility, resorting to expensive treatments and IVF, but for you, it's just a matter of deciding, like playing a game?!
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Because I was out on a mission, Illumi was the last to receive news of a new brother. He didn't know how astonishingly talented this brother would be. Upon his return and hearing the news, he was simply happy, not as excited as Milluki about his new brother.
Poor Milluki, he has no idea how powerful his new brother will be. Once he grows up a bit, he'll pin his brother to the ground and obliterate him, leaving no dignity for an older brother.
Ah, knowing the future is wonderful. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I have no intention of altering the original plot.
"Watching Doraemon?" Illumi straightened the askew sofa cushion and sat down on the sofa.
Hmph, Illumi, you wouldn't understand this.
Doraemon is the blue cat, and Milluki will also be a chubby guy in the future.
Doraemon has gadgets, and Milluki will also make gadgets in the future.
Doraemon is a robot cat, and Milluki's family also has a cat-like attribute.
If you think about it, Doraemon = Milluki. I'm subtly influencing Milluki to take the path of a tech geek!
I have high hopes for you, Milluki! Bamboo-copter, Anywhere Door, and the Time Machine are all in your hands!
"Mm," Milluki, sitting next to Illumi, replied, "Brother Illumi, you were out for much longer this time. Was the mission successful?"
"A bit troublesome, but it was fine," Illumi pulled another cushion behind him and leaned back lazily, tilting his head up.
The blue sky is a pocket~ a pocket filled with happiness~ whistling, let's go~
As Doraemon's ending theme song played on the TV, Milluki got up to go to the restroom.
The space in the middle of the sofa suddenly became vacant. I couldn't help but glance at the gap and saw Illumi lying back against the sofa's backrest. The curve from his chin to his neck was more slender than I imagined, like a swan's neck.
He had his eyes closed, seeming to be catching up on sleep.
A mission that he would admit was "a bit troublesome" must have been genuinely troublesome. That's why Kikyo didn't allow me, whose abilities weren't sufficient, to take on such a task, saying it would be a loss.
If you look closely, that curve isn't perfectly smooth; there's a slight bulge near the upper part.
The cartilage protuberance in the throat area, that's an Adam's apple.
It suddenly occurred to me that Illumi was already about as tall as me.
"..." No, I need to drink more milk regularly.
The Zoldyck family's nutrition is just too good. Phinks, who was three or four years older than me back then, was only half a head taller. Recently, when I met Phinks, he was about my height, his voice hadn't changed much, and his voice change seemed very delayed. No wonder his adult height is 155cm. Sigh, pathetic, truly pathetic.
Before I knew it, I had held my breath and touched the protruding curve on his neck with my finger.
According to what I've learned, this is a vital point of a human, capable of delivering a fatal blow with a single strike.
I really want to try it.
Stroking the cartilage in Illumi's throat, I remembered the broken neck of my first hawk.
"Kill him, kill Illumi."
A slight tremor transmitted to my fingertips through the thin skin.
"Sister." Illumi opened his eyes.
Before he could grab my finger, I retracted my hand.
Illumi's back lifted from the sofa, and he sat up, looking at me. "Sister, you..."
"..." I put on a righteous expression.
"Sister, are you in heat?" Illumi asked.
"..." I grabbed the sofa cushion beside me.
"You seem more agitated than usual." Before I could throw the cushion, Illumi caught the other side of it. "Am I guessing correctly?"
"Mm." Illumi examined me closely and, in an elder's tone, said with seriousness, "Yes, it's indeed around that age."
"..." Can you stop talking like your father! What do you know! You little brat! If I were your father, I'd beat you up!
"I know, it's training, right?" Illumi asked with curiosity. "What does it feel like?"
"..." Do you mean how Kikyo put aphrodisiacs in my favorite chocolate and then secretly observed my reaction?
That felt terrible, of course. Learning the truth ruined my fond impression of that chocolate.
After eating it, I felt an added sense of agitation. It felt less like an aphrodisiac and more like entering menopause (mistake).
"..." I definitely didn't find even the strapping Silva to be handsome! When I realized my heart was racing, I quickly slipped away. kuAiδugg
I need a handsome boy or a dashing hunk to salvage my once-firm aesthetic preferences... Illumi, can you get out of the way? You have vacant eyes, no charm, you're no good, deductions! Deductions!
Must I look to the Zoldyck butlers for any good-looking ones to fuel my wild imagination of a melodramatic elopement?
After looking around, they were all generic NPCs, which greatly disappointed me.
Finally, I searched online for photos of the male celebrity rankings in this world and then looked at boy band music videos, which finally soothed my wavering girlish heart.
The unpleasant memories concluded, and I grabbed another cushion.
Killua's birth is on schedule. I've already decided I don't want Illumi as a brother.
Milluki, returning from the restroom, saw me pinning Illumi down and covering his face entirely with a cushion.
"I-I didn't see anything!" Milluki defended himself with strong survival instincts and turned to flee.
Hey, even through a closed door, I could hear you telling the butler to notify Kikyo.
Tch—
Kancho won't die today. Hmph, lucky for you.