Today was another busy day.
Following the masquerade ball held the night before last, I attended a formal baptism at the Asgard Holy Church, where Archbishop Lorenz personally bestowed upon me my baptismal name.
However, my baptismal name turned out to be the rather suggestive “Harem”—a result of divine revelation, making it impossible to change.
To vent my frustration, I visited the high-class brothel *Rose Bud* in the noble district of the imperial capital, Granza. There, I requested Air, known as the *White Rose*, one of the five elite young prostitutes called the *Rose Sisters*.
Now, Air had entered the guest room where I was seated, playing the role of my stepsister as we enjoyed black tea together.
Glancing out the window, I saw night had already fallen.
It was about time for more… adult activities to begin.
Air leaned against my right shoulder, her softness and scent enveloping me.
“Ah! Brother Hal—please be gentle…”
“Your body is so soft, Air…”
I stopped stroking her head and instead wrapped my arms around her.
At that moment, Air gasped lightly, her surprised voice escaping her lips.
Her reaction—uncharacteristic of a *Rosenknaben*—was more like that of an innocent maiden, secretly exciting me.
The illicit thrill of our stepsibling roleplay felt fresh, immoral, and even somewhat erotic.
Two conflicting desires warred within me: the urge to conquer her, to make her moan, and the protective instinct to gently caress her delicate body, affirming her presence.
Yet, Air was still the *Rosenknaben* I had chosen for tonight’s pleasure.
“…Hal… Brother… I-I…”
The sofa in the living room was upholstered in luxurious black leather, adorned with rose-embroidered cushions.
Currently, Air and I sat pressed together on the same sofa.
Sliding my right arm around her, I gently pried her crossed arms away from her chest.
Then, I moved my hand toward the bodice of her pale blue, modest dress and began fondling her chest through the fabric.
The dress had multiple layers of frills, making it impossible to gauge the size of her breasts.
“…Nn… Hal… Brother… Ah… My… chest…”
“Even through the dress, I can feel the soft swell of your breasts. About the size of my palm, perhaps?”
“B-Brother… That tickles…”
Rubbing her chest through the fabric, I could indeed feel the gentle curves of her budding breasts.
They weren’t voluptuous, but they seemed about the same size as Alicia’s.
Air was fifteen, the same age as me—just entering the stage of secondary sexual characteristics, likely one or two years into puberty.
I noticed Air’s hands were clenched tightly on her lap, enduring my touch.
She truly seemed inexperienced as a *Rosenknaben*.
Madame Delfina had explained that the *Rosenknaben* of the high-class brothel *Rose Drop* were girls who hadn’t yet reached menarche—still in their so-called “fairy time.”
Once they began menstruating, they would be considered full-fledged prostitutes and transferred to affiliated brothels.
The only way for a *Rosenknaben* to escape this fate was to be bought out by a sincere patron.
Judging by Air’s reactions, despite being a *Rosenknaben*, she still retained the innocence of a maiden.
Girls her age sometimes suffered from excessive fastidiousness.
Perhaps her body wasn’t as tainted as she believed.
If so… could I stain the *White Rose* with my own colors?
“…Hya!? That tickles… Brother Hal… Hyaan… Ah…”
While imagining Air’s naked body beneath the dress, I savored her adorable reactions—uncharacteristic of a *Rosenknaben*—as my hand trailed down from her chest to her stomach.
Her abdomen was firm yet soft, and she squirmed at my touch.
Given the lack of resistance, she likely wasn’t wearing a corset.
Meaning her waist was naturally slender—almost fragile.
Maintaining such a delicate figure required a disciplined lifestyle and ample wealth.
Perhaps Air had once lived as a noble’s daughter…
In our war-torn world, even noblewomen and merchant daughters could fall into slavery or prostitution.
Air must have suffered such a fate before ending up in my bed tonight.
Her circumstances weren’t unlike those of the *Princess Harem* party members I’d rescued—but even I couldn’t save everyone.
I’d come here tonight to vent my frustration over my baptismal name, but Air’s innocent reactions were muddling my thoughts.
“…Ah… Aahn… Brother Hal… N-Not there…”
Lost in thought, my left hand had wandered lower, teasing her crotch through the dress.
The layers of fabric—likely reinforced with a pannier—made it impossible to discern details.
Naturally, my fingers grew more insistent, pinching and kneading firmly.
Tears welled in Air’s eyes as she weakly tried to push my hand away, but she lacked the strength to resist.
Though obscured by fabric, I could roughly trace the contours of her thighs and crotch as she writhed.
Her reactions were unbearably cute…
As the *White Rose*, one of the elite *Rose Sisters* at *Rose Bud*, buying out Air would require an exorbitant sum.
I’d already used an unorthodox method to rescue Liliana at *Rose Drop*—so repeating it here was unlikely.
“…Haah… Haah… Haah…”
Just from being groped through her dress, Air’s face flushed crimson, her breathing ragged.
I released her momentarily, letting her calm down.
“You seem sensitive even through your clothes, Air.”
“Brother Hal… you’re wicked! Did you enjoy tormenting my delicate body?”
“Playing with a beautiful girl posing as a noblewoman was quite entertaining.”
“You can’t have much experience with women, can you?”
“Is that so? You’ve calmed down now… Shall we continue?”
“Yes… Brother Hal. But… should I undress myself, or will you do it?”
After a brief exchange, Air regained some spirit.
When I mentioned resuming foreplay, she shot me a slightly provocative look, asking whether she should strip or be stripped.
“Then stand up. I’ll undress you.”
“I wonder if Brother Hal can handle a dress properly… Show me your skill.”
Air stood—her height just half a head shorter than mine.
Her slender frame stood straight before me.
Her pale blue dress was now wrinkled around the chest and crotch from our earlier play, betraying the nature of our encounter.
“Now, how to undress you… Air, slowly lift the hem of your dress.”
“Brother Hal, you’re so lewd… But I have to obey, don’t I?”
Gripping her skirt, Air gradually raised it, revealing small black leather boots and glimpses of white socks.
“Brother Hal… higher?”
“The fun is just beginning, isn’t it?”
“…Yes.”
So far, only her ankles were visible.
At my urging, the hem rose further, exposing her slender calves and knees.
As the fabric ascended, Air’s cheeks burned redder, and her legs trembled slightly.
The socks reached just below her knees.
“Brother Hal… please, this is enough…”
“Enough? We’ve only seen your knees. I want to reveal the pannier you’re wearing. Surely that’s not too embarrassing?”
“Brother Hal… you’re a demon!”
“Air, what am I to you?”
“You’re… my client tonight… and I’m… a *Rosenknaben*…”
Bowing her head in shame, she continued lifting her skirt until the lacy pannier came into view, sparing her thighs from full exposure.
Still, the translucent chemise beneath was also being raised.
Eventually, Air hiked the dress up to her waist—and burst into tears.
Guilt pricked at me, but she was still the *Rosenknaben* I’d chosen.
“…Uu… Uu… Hyaaah!? N-Nooo!”
Ignoring her sobs, I hooked my fingers under the elastic holding her pannier and yanked it down.
The moment my fingers touched her bare skin, Air stiffened, letting out a cute, breathy scream before a full-blown shriek echoed through the room.
“Your legs are so smooth and lovely. Now, just your chemise and drawers remain. But first, let’s remove your boots and socks.”
“Brother Hal… I’m so embarrassed… Can’t I lower my skirt?”
“First, lift your right foot slightly.”
“…Yes.”
After removing her right boot and sock, I repeated the process with her left.
Now, her bare legs were fully exposed.
Glancing up, I saw her drawers—thick fabric with lace trim—covering her most private area, though no contours were visible.
“You can lower your skirt now.”
“…Uu… Uu…”
The dress cascaded back down, concealing her lower half again.
I embraced her gently, then began unfastening the hooks and buttons at the back of her dress.
“Air, raise your arms. I’ll take off your dress.”
“…Uu… Hyaa!? Brother Hal… Nn…”
With some effort, I pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto the sofa.
Now, Air stood covering her chest with her arms, wearing only a translucent chemise and drawers.
Even so, the curves of her breasts peeked through—enough to stir desire.
“Just two pieces left. Lower your arms, Air.”
Though stiff with shame, I pried her arms down, revealing her breasts through the sheer chemise.
They were slightly smaller than Alicia’s, but their youthful shape was exquisite.
Her delicate collarbones led to soft mounds, with faint pink areolae and nipples that hadn’t yet stiffened.
Unable to resist, I slid the chemise off her shoulders, leaving only her drawers.
“Your breasts are beautiful, Air.”
“……”
Silent now, she covered herself again.
Further intimacy would be difficult under the bright magical lighting of the living room.
“Air, be a good girl and let me carry you.”
“…Yes… Brother Hal… This is… so embarrassing…”
Scooping her up bridal-style, I carried the nearly naked Air to the bedroom.
She clung to me tightly.
Truly… she was the cutest stepsister.
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Thank you for reading.
Episode 27-9: *What Color Will the White Rose Be Dyed? (Part 2)* is scheduled for release on December 19th at midnight.
