This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.19 – The Eldest Sister I

Unsurprisingly, it was Delta who broke the shocked silence.

"That's one way to meet the family," she mused. "She seems nice, though? Doesn't have a stick up her ass like the other one, at least."

Rosalie jerked out of her horrified statue-like state. The girl made a sort of screaming noise in the back of her throat. Zoey learned that, just like how slimegirls could blush, they could also go pale. The light blue goo making up Rosalie's face went several shades whiter.

"I—I need to catch up to her. Before she says something."

She scrambled from where she was hanging between Zoey and Delta, and both girls shuddered at their cocks leaving the tight holes that had been squeezing them. Zoey might have been disappointed if not for her own concern at Elodie's abrupt introduction. And that she'd already been satisfied multiple times. Another would've been nice, yes, but she wouldn't die if she was denied her last climax.

Rosalie was so flustered she almost rushed out the door as she was: naked, and still a slimegirl. She spun in a one-eighty and rushed for the clothes discarded on the floor. Picking up her bra, she froze a second time.

"Don't think you should go out like that," Delta said, leaning back on both elbows and grinning—enjoying the unfolding disaster, clearly less concerned with the possible consequences than her two partners. "Unless you wanna explain to everyone why you're made out of slime, at least. And the white globs floating inside your stomach," she snickered, pointing at Rosalie's midriff. "We've done a number on you, princess."

Rosalie's mouth opened and closed, her brain obviously running at maximum speed as she tried to figure out what to do.

Zoey, at least, came to her rescue, unlike the purple slime kicking her feet on the bed as she cackled in amusement. She pulled out a potion and tossed it to Rosalie.

"Effect cleanser. Should turn you back." They were expensive, but 'expensive' didn't mean much to the heiress of the d'Celestin family, and this was an emergency. "She's not gonna go and tell anyone, will she?"

"Probably not?" Rosalie said, downing the potion in one frantic gulp. She shivered as her gooey form did, indeed, slowly revert back to her more human self—which Zoey appreciated in its own right. "Not my father at least. Elodie … wouldn’t. But then again, it's Elodie. There's no saying what she'll do. She's worse than Delta, in some ways."

"Hey. What’s that supposed to mean?"

Worse than Delta? If it was Rosalie saying that, her older sister really must be chaotic. Then again, she had kicked down their bedroom door on a whim.

"I'll be back," Rosalie said, yanking her clothes on and disappearing into the bathroom to spray perfume and freshen up in whatever quick way she could. She hurried out thirty seconds later. "I can't believe she just kicked her way in. The door was locked for a reason. Elodie! I can’t believe her." Growling, the second of the d'Celestin sisters disappeared into the hallway.

"That was hilarious," Delta said. "Should we go after her?"

"Probably best she handles her sister alone." They, obviously, wouldn't know how to deal with her. They hadn't even met yet. Officially.

"Hm. In that case, wanna keep going?"

Zoey paused.

Well, she had already done what she could, and it was in Rosalie’s hands now. No reason to waste the potions, she supposed.

***

Rosalie rushed out into the hallway, head pivoting left and right while she tried to catch sight of that annoying, no-respect-for-privacy, troublesome woman she called a sister. But there wasn't a trace. Running to the room in the royal wing reserved for Elodie, she skidded to a stop, about to fling the door open—but there was a note plastered to the wood, black ink scrawled hastily to form a few sentences.

Dear perverted sister of mine,

We have so much to talk about. Meet me in the garden?

p.s. Two at once?! You work fast. I'm so proud of you <3

Rosalie blanched, then yanked the paper off the door and vanished it into her inventory.

She silently fumed. What if she hadn't come to check on Elodie's room first? That note would have been hanging there for anyone to see. And it wasn't subtle; the meaning would have been deduced by anyone.

"I'm going to kill her," Rosalie announced. "She can never mind her own damn business, can she?"

She was sprinting down the hall before the words finished leaving her mouth. Taking the corner at the full speed of a fourth advancement wayfarer, she nearly rocketed into a servant with enough momentum to cause real, permanent damage. She veered away, nearly tripping, but thankfully avoided the young woman—who squeaked in surprise, holding a bundle of linens.

"L-Lady d'Celestin?"

Rosalie, unfortunately, only had time to call out a 'my apologies' as she continued sprinting. Every second Elodie was on the loose represented potential massive consequences. There really was no saying what she would do until Rosalie had extracted assurances. Elodie did, thankfully, keep her word—she could trust that. But she had no promises yet, no word to hold Elodie to.

In what was probably the fastest she’d ever moved, she sprinted through winding hallways, seeking the gardens which were, unfortunately, on the opposite side of their expansive estate. Dashing madly through the halls would create some rumors among the staff by itself, and perhaps even get back to her father, but that was a problem for later.

Bursting out into the lush green gardens—

Rosalie went sprawling as something solid caught her legs. Instantly, she recovered, turning the uncontrolled fall into a roll, popping back up and spinning to face whatever had tripped her. Reflexively, she even drew her spear. Pure instinct to an ambush. She skidded across the grass as she came to a stop, eyes locking onto the target.

It was, of course, her.

"Aw," Elodie said, clapping delightedly, a huge grin on her face. "Look at those reflexes—she really is all grown up. I thought for sure you'd be flustered enough you'd go sprawling. Would've been hilarious."

"Elodie." The fact her sister had tried to trip her didn't faze her in the slightest. Ambushing each other was all but ritual greeting in this household. Her spear vanished as she straightened out, losing her battle stance. "We—we need to talk. You haven't told anyone, have you?"

"Told anyone?" Her amusement visibly grew. "It's been, what, two whole minutes? And you shouldn't have stopped on my account, I didn't mean to interrupt." The grin took on a devious hint, and her eyes sparkled. "So it's a secret, is it? My little sister is screwing not one, but two—"

"Elodie!" Rosalie hissed. "Do you mind?"

She rolled her eyes. "What? We're in private." She tapped a ring. "I put up a sound bubble, obviously. I wouldn't go announcing to the entire world my sister is fucking her teammates—" she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled the words into the sky, making Rosalie go pale. Elodie looked back down with a grin. "Without protection, would I?"

Rosalie stilled her galloping heart. For as much as Elodie was viciously teasing her, she was pretty sure she would keep the secret if she asked. Elodie was antagonistic in a friendly way. Really, she had more to worry about when it came to Charlotte, so long as Rosalie made her intentions clear: that she did want this kept a secret.

Rosalie took a deep breath. It didn't work to calm her.

"I can't believe you kicked my door down," she growled. "Seriously, Elodie? At least knock first."

"I did. Lots. Was basically pounding it down, but you were distracted." She smirked. "I know why, now. So I made my own way in. To be fair, I didn't think you'd be doing that."

"If my door is locked, it's for a reason."

"Yeah, as in, there's something interesting happening inside. I thought you'd be scheming, or, I dunno what, really. Training a new skill, that you wanted to keep private? You never lock your door."

Rosalie glared at her. "But either way, I did want privacy, and you knew it."

"Oh, stop with the glowering," Elodie said, rolling her eyes. "It's just me. Your gross perversions are safe, I promise. And yes, I'm sorry, I acted on impulse." She threw her arms open. "Enough of that! Come give your sister a hug. It's been, what, two months? I missed you!"

Elodie was probably the only person in the family who could say something like that so earnestly, with genuine warmth in her voice. However mad she might be—and she was definitely genuinely upset, to some degree—she wavered at seeing Elodie standing there, arms spread wide, beaming smile on her face, earnestly waiting for her welcome-home hug. She really wasn't a d'Celestin at all.

Rosalie groaned, sighed, then stepped forward into her sister's embrace. The taller girl squeezed her tightly, lifting her off the ground and shaking her side to side as she laughed in delight. As expected, Rosalie had gotten more than she'd bargained for.

"Stop that! Put me down! Do you mind?"

Elodie did, and Rosalie huffed and straightened out her blouse. She eyed her sister.

"It's good to see you too, Elodie. However much of a headache you can be."

"That's no way to talk to family," she tutted, crossing her arms and giving her a scolding look. It lasted less than a second before the grin was back. "Okay, but seriously, spill it. How did that happen? And were you made out of slime?" Elodie's smile morphed abruptly into a distraught expression. "Please tell me I'm not the second most adventurous d'Celestin now. I have a reputation to maintain, Rosalie! It's all I have!"

Rosalie rubbed her forehead. Elodie was a cyclone in the best of cases—she meant that halfway endearingly, and only halfway—and she really did want answers, she could tell.

This talk wasn't going to be easy, was it?