“What is this brat doing, groping in his sleep!” Remilia felt Kars’s hand on her chest and reached out to move it away. Otherwise, how could she sleep? More importantly, when did he develop the habit of groping people in his sleep? He used to be such a steady sleeper.
After placing Kars’s hand on her waist, Remilia prepared to close her eyes and rest again. However, after a short while, she felt the hand reappear on her chest. Remilia opened her eyes, looking annoyed at Kars, who was still sound asleep. If she wasn’t certain he was sleeping, she would suspect he was playing a prank.
After trying a few more tis and the situation persisted, Remilia reluctantly gave up. She decided to pretend she hadn't noticed Kars’s chest-kneading habit and waited for Kars to get tired and stop on his own. However, she also felt a slight comfort from it. A faint sound escaped Remilia’s mouth, but she carefully controlled the volu. Having this happen for the first ti felt strange to Remilia. She also felt Kars’s hand seed to be getting slightly hotter, and this wasn’t her imagination.
She knew that when the weather started getting cold, Kars’s body would naturally increase its temperature to maintain a stable warmth. Since her body temperature was naturally low, the feeling beca particularly noticeable as Kars’s temperature rose. The warmth of his hand touching her like this made Remilia feel very comfortable. She gradually got used to the sensation, deciding it was a rather pleasant, unexpected experience.
“Hmm… so small…” Kars’s sleep talk instantly changed Remilia’s comfortable expression. Although she knew Kars was talking in his sleep, his direct comnt about her small chest inevitably affected her mood. This comnt also revealed sothing: Kars must have been kneading larger ones before, gotten used to that big feeling, and was now criticizing her small size.
Thinking this, Remilia expressionlessly put her hand on Kars’s face. The slightly cold hand instinctively made the sleeping Kars frown. Just as he tried to move the cold hand away from his face, Remilia instantly pulled hard. The pain stopped Kars’s movent imdiately. His expression beca one of discomfort, muttering about the pain. He woke up slightly, confused about what was happening, and saw Remilia looking at him with a cold face, still not understanding the situation.
“Little Auntie, why are you pulling my face?” Kars couldn't understand why his Little Auntie would pull his face and wake him up when he was sleeping so soundly. Is this a prank?
“Don’t you dare ask! You weren't well-behaved in your sleep, and you’re asking what I’m doing! I’m asking you, have you been kneading soone’s chest recently? Otherwise, why would you do that in your sleep!”
I kneaded Little Auntie's chest? Hearing this, Kars’s mind completely cleared. He silently looked at his hand, then at Remilia’s chest.
“Little Auntie, I don’t think I could possibly knead anything, could I?” Kars answered honestly. He thought that with his flat-chested Little Auntie, his hand couldn't possibly knead anything even if he wanted to.
“What do you an, couldn’t knead! I have them here, alright! Feel properly! Is this nothing!” Remilia beca even angrier, pressing Kars’s hand firmly onto her chest, forcing him to feel if she had a chest or not!
“Uh… well…” Kars felt a touch in his palm that resembled small stead buns. That certainly counted as having sothing.
“I was wrong.” Kars conceded that he had spoken incorrectly when faced with Remilia's intense stare, and Remilia scoffed.
“So you still haven’t said whose you were kneading? Was it Patchouli’s?” The most likely answer was undoubtedly Patchouli. Remilia had seen Patchouli’s chest pressing on Kars’s head when they were together, though she stopped watching because she didn't want to see it. It wasn't impossible for this to escalate to kneading.
Oh great, another thing I can't tell. Kars didn't understand why his Little Aunties all knew about things he was supposed to keep secret. It was truly complicated.
“Y-yes… I did knead Patchouli’s.” Kars quietly nodded in response to Remilia’s gaze. Remilia wasn’t surprised, as this was within the range of her speculation. She didn't overthink it, assuming that Kars had simply kneaded Patchouli's chest in his sleep while sleeping with her, and Patchouli had then inford him.
“Well, at your age, you might be curious about so things.” Remilia thought Kars was doing this because he was at the age when he would be curious about a girl’s body.
“No… I’m actually not that curious…” Kars weakly replied. He really didn’t have much curiosity about these things; everything happened passively.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Little Auntie knows this is a rather shy secret to be found out, but it's completely normal. Don’t be too shy talking to Little Auntie about this. As your elder, I have a duty to teach you so things.” Kars saw that Remilia seed to think he was just too shy to talk, and he wanted to explain but didn't know how to make her believe him.
“Alright, alright, I know. Let’s just go back to sleep, Little Auntie.” If she thinks that, then so be it. Kars thought the topic was closed and prepared to go back to sleep.
“If you want to know anything in the future, just ask Little Auntie, understood?”
“I know, Little Auntie, go to sleep now.” Hearing Kars's reply, Remilia thought he was still feeling shy, but she knew everyone felt this way when their little secrets were first discovered. It would get better with ti and communication.
She then hugged Kars, closed her eyes, and began to sleep. After a while, Remilia felt the familiar sensation on her chest, but she kept her eyes closed, pretending not to notice. She continued to sleep peacefully, enjoying the comfortable, warm sensation.
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