Chapter 769: Why Does She Look Like A Peeping Pervert?

Aqua really wanted to stop this.

This was not what she had come here for.

She had come to advance her magic, to take another step toward becoming a Supreme Mage, to secure her freedom from the engagement that loomed over her like a storm cloud.

She wanted to work with her brother, to spend time with him, to feel his guidance and support.

Not watch him devour her former student!

Maybe in the past before she had realized the true nature of her feelings, such a sight would have amused her.

She would have been embarrassed, certainly, but also curious.

She would have watched with a mixture of shock and fascination, unable to look away.

But now?

Now she had fallen for her brother. Completely. Irrevocably. And with that love came jealousy—a burning, possessive jealousy that made her want to tear apart any woman who touched him.

Especially when he was ignoring her.

So, seeing Cassius kiss Aisha, touch her body, whisper sweet words into her ear—it was absolutely aggravating!

Her blood boiled. Her hands clenched into fists.

She wanted to march over there, grab them both by their hair, and tear them apart.

But she couldn’t.

Her feet were rooted to the floor. Her throat was tight.

It felt too shameful to approach them while they were like this. And despite her frustration, her eyes still held the same innocent look that made her feel like an intruder in her own brother’s life.

Meanwhile, Aisha was making such loud noises.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Moans and whimpers that seemed to echo off the walls, growing louder as Cassius played with her body.

Their kissing became more passionate, more desperate, as if their lives depended on it.

Their tongues tangled, their breath mingled, their bodies pressed together so tightly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

It was too much for someone as innocent as Aqua to handle.

She hoped they would break apart. She willed them to stop, silently begging the universe to intervene.

But time dragged on.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes felt like hours.

Cassius kept kissing Aisha, kept touching her, kept making her moan.

They showed no sign of stopping, no awareness that anyone else existed in the room.

Finally, Aqua’s patience snapped.

"THAT’S IT!"

Both of them froze.

Cassius pulled his lips away from Aisha’s before they turned to look at Aqua with matching expressions of surprise, as if they had genuinely forgotten she was there.

Aqua pointed at them in an accusatory manner, her finger trembling with barely contained rage.

"We came here to help me! To make me a Supreme Mage! And instead—"

She gestured wildly at their entangled bodies.

"You’re kissing my disciple right before my eyes!"

She spread her arms in utter confusion and dismay.

"What the hell is going on?! What exactly is happening here!? Someone explain this to be since I really have no clue!"

Her voice cracked in frustration. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

She looked almost ready to cry—and not from anger, but from sadness. Deep, aching sadness that came from watching her brother give another woman the affection she desperately wanted for herself.

It was a pitiful sight.

But it worked.

Cassius finally let Aisha down. She slid off his body, her legs unsteady, her entire frame flushed red from the intensity of their embrace.

She looked utterly satisfied, her eyes half-lidded, a content smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry about that, Aqua." She said, not sounding sorry at all.

Seeing how smug she was, Aqua wanted to pounce on her twist her car ears

"Aisha, you little—"

But before she could, Cassius stepped in front of her and grabbed her hand.

He looked at her with genuine sincerity and said,

"I’m sorry, Aqua. I’m so sorry for what I showed you" His voice heavy with guilt. "It’s just that...I really couldn’t hold myself back."

He glanced back at Aisha.

"Whenever I see Aisha’s sexy little body out in the open like that—" Aisha blushed, but a proud look spread across her face "—I just can’t help myself. I want to get my hands all over it."

He looked back at Aqua.

"I sincerely apologize for showing you such a sight."

Aqua didn’t know how to respond.

Her brother was apologizing so sincerely. So earnestly. She couldn’t even scold him properly—not when he looked at her like that, not when his words seemed so genuine.

But the small, dark part of her mind, the part that had been growing stronger every day—decided to use this to her advantage.

She put her hands underneath her breasts and pushed them out.

Her milky, full, tempting breasts—the kind that made men go crazy—presented themselves to him like an offering.

She smiled endearingly.

"It’s alright, Cassius. But other than that..." She tilted her head. "Do you have anything else to say about my body?"

She spoke in a bold manner, her voice dripping with confidence.

"I’m pretty sure you have some comments on your mind as well. Just like you did with Aisha."

She knew she was being shameless. Basically asking her brother to compliment her figure right in front of the other two.

But right now, she didn’t care. She was so frustrated, so desperate for his attention, that her possessiveness had taken over completely.

Surely, with her beautiful breasts practically scraping against his chest, he would have no choice but to say something.

Anything. Even a single word would satisfy her aching ego.

But to her shock, Cassius did none of that.

Instead, he assessed her body. His gaze swept over her curves, her breasts, her hips—but there was no lust in his eyes. No hunger. No desire.

He was examining her like she was an artifact. Cold. Analytical. Clinical.

It felt completely wrong.

Finally, he spoke in a lecturing tone.

"Aqua, I think you should go out in the sun more."

She blinked. "What?"

He nodded as if it made perfect sense.

"Look at your skin."

He grabbed her hand—not her breasts, not her hips, not any of the places she wanted him to touch—and held it up for her to see.

"It’s so pale. It looks even pastier than the rice the farmers in our fields produce."

He shook his head in dismay.

"That’s really unhealthy for you. I know you like to stay cooped up in your room studying magic all the time—" He placed a hand over her shoulder "—but I still think you need to go out more. Get a much better complexion."

"For example..." He pointed toward Julie. "...Julie over there also has naturally pale skin."

"But because she stays out so long—training, patrolling, leading her troops, her complexion has grown quite healthy. Rosy. You should strive to become like her."

Julie, who had suddenly been thrown into the spotlight, quickly stopped touching herself. She nodded in a mechanical, almost robotic manner.

"Yeah! Yeah, Aqua! You should come along with me on some missions from time to time. As long as you do that, you can become just like me!"

She was clearly trying to cover up the fact that she had been pleasuring herself moments ago—but her voice was too high, her nods too frantic, her smile too forced.

Aqua simply stared at her brother in utter dismay.

She had expected lewd comments. She had expected a derogatory look at her body.

She had even braced herself for the worst, even if he called her a slut or a whore, she wouldn’t have minded.

Instead, he was acting like some sort of older brother giving her health advice.

It was the worst thing he could have done.

But before she could beg him for some other comments, Cassius completely ignored her and moved on.

He walked over to the side of the room, picked up a bowl of what appeared to be white paint along with a fine-tipped brush, and crouched down toward the ground.

"Anyway." He said. "We’ve delayed enough. I think it’s about time we start this process."

He dipped the brush into the paint.

"But before you two actually do anything, I need to put down some runes. They’ll make sure everything goes safely and prevent any accidents. I’ll be able to pull you both back if anything goes wrong."

He began painting.

Beautifully intricate runes spread across the floor—complex, elegant, mesmerizing.

Normally, Aqua would have been fascinated. She would have studied each symbol, traced each line with her eyes, pestered her brother for an explanation of their meaning and purpose.

But right now, she was not in the state to ask questions.

Instead, she was sorting through her own emotions. Feeling left out. Feeling ignored. Feeling like a spectator in her own life.

And more than that—she couldn’t help but glance at Julie with a suspicious gaze.

Julie was acting so innocent. She had picked up a book and was pretending to read it, her eyes fixed on the pages.

But every few seconds, her gaze flicked over to Aqua and Aisha, as if she were waiting for something to start.

Her expression was awkward, suspicious.

Aqua then looked over at Aisha, who was admiring the runes with genuine fascination. She leaned in and whispered into Aisha’s ear.

"Aisha...can I ask you something?"

Aisha nodded absently, still watching Cassius paint.

"It’s a bit weird." Aqua continued. "and I don’t even know what I’m asking. But I feel like something is wrong, and I have to ask."

Aisha finally turned her attention to Aqua. "Sure. Fire away."

Aqua hesitated. Then she gathered her courage.

"It’s about Julie."

Aisha’s ears perked up.

Aqua continued, her voice soft and uncertain.

"I feel like her presence in this room is...strange. Not only do I not know why she’s here, but I feel like she’s doing something...unusual."

She glanced back at Julie, then back at Aisha.

"Her hands keep moving all over her body. She’s obviously trying to hide it, but it’s not working. And the way she’s looking at us—it’s like she’s creeping on us."

She shook her head in dismay.

"But that doesn’t feel right either. She’s my close friend. A dignified knight whose reputation is known throughout the land."

"I don’t understand why she’s making me feel so uncomfortable. Like she’s some sort of weird pervert."

She had only said the last part as a joke. She didn’t really mean it.

But Aisha sighed.

"It’s exactly as you said, Aqua."

Aqua’s eyes widened. "What?"

Aisha’s expression was matter-of-fact.

"My dear Captain really is a pervert just like you think."

Aqua stared at her in disbelief.

"What do you mean?! How can Julie of all people be a pervert?! She’s so dignified!"

"In the past, she was so pure she didn’t even want a husband. She just wanted to serve the estate."

She shook her head firmly.

"I refuse to believe that she of all people can be a pervert!"

Aisha gave her a pitying smile.

"How naive, Aqua." She folded her arms and shook her head. "How utterly naive."

Aqua felt a chill run down her spine.

There was something in Aisha’s tone, something that suggested there was far more to this story than she knew.

Aisha looked up with a knowing gaze.

"Of course, to everyone else in the world, the Captain seems like a knight who spends her life protecting others. And she still is."

A look of awe appeared in her eyes.

"She hasn’t lost any of that reputation. She’s still the most righteous knight I know to this day, and that will never change."

She leaned in close, lowering her voice.

"But there’s another side to the Captain. One that not many people know about."

Aqua leaned in too, her heart pounding. This felt like gossip. The kind of secret that could ruin reputations.

Aisha’s gaze softened.

"Normally, I wouldn’t say anything about this. It’s top secret. But you’re family and we’re all in this together in one way or another."

She took a breath.

"So let me tell you the truth."

Aqua held her breath.

"Julie...the Captain...she is actually..."

She looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers.

"Someone who gets off on seeing the person she loves be with other women."