T/N: So someone complained MC is disgusting,Meh Did he even read the title.
—Severe pain—
—Tearing—
—Bleeding—
Numerous sensations intertwined in Pierre's head, jolting him awake.
After that, what came into the boy's eyes was a pale yellow wooden ceiling.
This was a very common architectural structure in this era.
[You realized you hadn't died—this was a miraculous survival.]
[But you could clearly feel the piercing pain that occasionally came from your body.]
[This was the aftereffect left by the great dragon battle.]
"Finally awake?" Fafnir's voice came from the black dragon-shaped pendant.
"I thought you'd never wake up," he added, his tone laced with relief.
"Impossible," Pierre replied to his dragon side, enduring the pain that covered his entire body.
"I told you... Jeanne hasn't had a good life yet, I won't die no matter what," he declared, his voice hoarse but firm.
"I hope you keep your word," Fafnir's voice sounded somewhat heavy.
"By the way—"
"Since you're awake... there's something I must tell you too," he added, his tone serious.
"What is it?" Pierre vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
"It's nothing major," the black dragon-shaped pendant on the boy's neck emitted a faint light.
"The battle in Orléans has already made me manifest too much power—your current existence is already very thin," Fafnir explained, his voice grave.
"If you transform into a dragon again... you will definitely disappear completely," he warned, his tone filled with concern.
"So—"
"From now on, forget about my existence, don't think about turning into a dragon again... never," he concluded, his voice resolute.
[Talent Dragon's Erosion has been replaced by Dragon's Erosion EX: The battle of Orléans allowed the dragon side to display unimaginable power. The next time you transform into Fafnir, you might disappear completely.]
[Talent Endless Rage + has been strengthened to Endless Rage EX: This is genuine dragon's rage, you no longer doubt it.]
[You realized that Fafnir really didn't want you to disappear—after all, he could have said nothing and just taken over your body.]
"Thank you, Fafnir," Pierre said, holding the black dragon-shaped pendant around his neck.
"However—"
"I won't forget you," he declared, his voice filled with emotion.
"You said it... I am you, and you are me, how could I possibly forget myself?" he added, a faint smile on his lips.
"..."
Fafnir chuckled softly.
"You're right," he agreed gently.
"Then let's keep in touch," he suggested, his tone warm.
After saying these words, the dragon side gave no further response.
Just then, a noise came from the door—someone was about to enter.
But Pierre already knew who it would be.
The wooden door was gently pushed open.
Jeanne's figure appeared there.
Her head was lowered, and she was holding a basin of hot water, her eyes filled with an inner gloom.
[You knew what was going on.]
[As your younger sister and lover—Jeanne cared deeply about you.]
[Knowing that you were unconscious like this, her mood naturally couldn't be good.]
"Jeanne, if you keep frowning, your brother won't like it," Pierre said gently, a warm smile on his face.
"Eh?" Jeanne raised her head, and the moment she saw Pierre sitting up, her sea-blue eyes began to tremble.
Clatter—
The basin full of hot water fell to the ground.
The girl couldn't believe what she was seeing.
But her body had already subconsciously run towards where he was.
"Brother~"
With a thud, Jeanne pushed Pierre back down onto the bed.
She hugged him tightly, the one she had been longing for day and night, and began to sob.
"Brother, you're finally awake!" she cried, her voice choked with tears.
"I was so scared... I was so scared you'd never wake up again!" she confessed, her grip tightening.
"..."
Pierre didn't say anything, but gently stroked his younger sister's back.
He knew how she felt at this moment—he could even say he felt the same way.
The siblings embraced on the bed, letting everything around them fall into a heartwarming reunion.
However—
"Um, Jeanne," Pierre began hesitantly.
"What is it?" Jeanne asked, her voice still trembling slightly.
"Could you let go of your brother a little... my body hurts a lot," he said gently, wincing slightly.
Hearing Pierre's words, Jeanne realized that her older brother's injuries hadn't completely healed yet.
She quickly let go of him and then apologized repeatedly.
"Brother, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes filled with remorse.
"It's nothing," Pierre said, reaching out to gently stroke his younger sister's head.
"I know Jeanne did that because you were worried about me," he said softly, his gaze kind.
"However—"
"Could you first tell me, what exactly is going on now?" he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
"Mmm-hmm!" Jeanne nodded like an obedient little cat.
"Brother, it's like this..."
[Jeanne told you about what had happened after you lost consciousness.]
[You, who were seriously injured, were brought back to the French army by Jeanne.]
[As Royal Commander, she ordered all resources to be concentrated on treating you, but the results were not very good.]
[You fell into a deep coma, and no sound could wake you up.]
[Everyone thought you would never wake up again.]
[Some people began to persuade Jeanne to give up on treating you—the road to the revival of France was still long, and too many resources couldn't be wasted on one person.]
[But this young girl was unwilling to do so.]
[She made a promise to everyone that was like a bet—she, as the commander, would give up on treating you when she lost her first battle.]
[Everyone thought Jeanne had listened to the advice.]
[After all, there had never been an undefeated commander in French history.]
[However, the result was exactly the opposite.]
[As if she had truly received guidance from the Lord and instructions from the angels, she won all of the next nine battles.]
[This was a miracle in French history—no one other than Jeanne had ever achieved such a feat.]
[And your awakening at this moment brought the event to a perfect conclusion.]
"So you're saying—" Pierre looked around the room he was in.
"Where are we now?" he asked, his gaze questioning.
"Reims," Jeanne replied directly.
"We escorted His Highness to Reims... he will receive his coronation ceremony here later and become the new King," she explained, her voice filled with pride.
"In this way, that bastard from England will have no right to say that France is his land," she added, her blue eyes shining with determination.
"Is that so?!" Pierre looked very happy upon hearing this.
After all, in a sense, the accession of Charles VII was equivalent to washing away a past humiliation for France.
A king from England would absolutely not be allowed to do whatever he wanted on French soil!
However, before Pierre could be happy for long, Jeanne's next question made him freeze.
The younger sister, who had now fully blossomed into a beauty, looked at her older brother and moved her lips slightly.
"Speaking of which—"
"Brother, why... were you in Orléans City?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him intently.
"Isn't that a little strange?" she added, her brow furrowed slightly.
"..."
[Although you knew this was a question you couldn't avoid after waking up, when Jeanne really asked it, you were still somewhat guilty.]
[However, you quickly adjusted your mindset.]
[You absolutely couldn't let Jeanne know what you had done.]
[Otherwise, she would definitely feel guilty because of it, and might even begin to deny everything she had done in the past.]
[You decided to tell a lie.]
"Jeanne... I was actually captured by a dragon," Pierre said, his voice calm.
"Captured by a dragon?" Jeanne frowned slightly, a look of doubt on her face.
"Mmm," Pierre nodded. "I was captured by a black dragon... and then got caught up in a battle between dragons," he explained, his gaze earnest.
"Black dragon?" Jeanne looked very confused. "I've never heard of such a dragon in France before," she said, her brow furrowed.
"Maybe the angels couldn't stand the English anymore... so they sent a dragon over," Pierre said, trying to sound convincing.
When he said this, Pierre felt extremely guilty.
After all, this reason sounded too far-fetched no matter how one heard it.
However—
Jeanne didn't seem to want to doubt her older brother at all.
She nodded thoughtfully, then continued:
"So that's how it is... it seems everyone misunderstood," she said softly.
"Misunderstood?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Mmm," Jeanne looked at her older brother and explained seriously, "They insisted that it was because I arrived in Orléans that those dragons died there."
"Now it seems—"
"The Lord is still protecting us!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes shining with conviction.
"God bless France!"
"..."
Pierre breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily, there was a Lord who never appeared... otherwise, it might not have been so easy to brush things off.
As he thought this, a sharp pain spread through Pierre's body—his injuries hadn't completely healed yet.
He inhaled sharply, trying to endure the pain.
[However, pain was not something that could be easily endured.]
[Jeanne quickly noticed your abnormality.]
"Brother!" Jeanne suddenly became nervous. "Has the medicine worn off?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Maybe," Pierre said, his mouth trembling as he spoke.
The damage left by the dragon side's battle was much more severe than he had imagined.
"Then I'll change your dressing right now!" Jeanne hurriedly rummaged through a box nearby.
Soon, she took out the previously prepared medicine.
The girl didn't think much about it and directly started to take off her older brother's clothes. After he was completely exposed, she carefully began to change the dressing on each wound.
Looking at his younger sister's serious appearance, Pierre couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.
"Jeanne... did you do this every time when I was unconscious?" he asked softly, his gaze gentle.
"Yeah," Jeanne replied to Pierre casually, as if everything was extremely simple for her.
"I wouldn't feel comfortable letting anyone else take care of Brother... they definitely wouldn't try their best," she explained, her blue eyes looking at him with affection.
Hearing this, Pierre sighed.
"I'm sorry, I've troubled you, Jeanne," he said apologetically.
"If Brother says that... I'll be unhappy," Jeanne muttered softly, a slight pout on her lips.
"I'm Brother's girlfriend... and also Brother's younger sister, isn't it natural for me to take care of Brother?" she asked, her blue eyes looking up at him.
"Are you thanking me now because you want to say I'm neither your girlfriend nor your younger sister?" she teased playfully.
"I didn't mean that," Pierre replied immediately, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"That's good then~" Jeanne looked at her older brother, her eyes smiling.
"Brother has always been the one taking care of me," she said softly, her gaze warm.
"I've actually wanted to take care of Brother for a long time!" she confessed, her cheeks slightly red.
"..."
"Pfft," Pierre laughed. "Alright, it seems it really was my problem," he admitted, a smile on his face.
"Good that you know!" Jeanne said playfully.
"By the way—" Jeanne looked down between Pierre's legs, her face flushing slightly.
"Brother... you seem to be hard," she pointed out, her voice a little shy.
"..."
"Cough cough," Pierre coughed lightly twice, trying to cover up this awkward topic. "After all, Jeanne, you were just treating the wound on my inner thigh," he explained, his cheeks slightly red.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine later," he added, trying to sound nonchalant.
"No way!" Jeanne shook her head, her face red.
"As Brother's girlfriend... I have a duty to help Brother deal with his lust!" she declared, her voice filled with determination.
"I'll help Brother shoot it out right now!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Wait, no!" Before Pierre could refuse his younger sister, she had already straddled his thigh.
Jeanne seemed to be afraid that too much movement would hurt Pierre, so she looked very careful.
She gently took the tip of his brotherly rod into her mouth and licked the rather sensitive head with her soft tongue like a kitten.
It was a tingling sensation of numbness.
Pierre was instantly drawn into Jeanne's rhythm of dealing with his lust.
His hand rested on her head and began to stroke it gently, as if he were petting a cute little cat.
The blonde girl went deeper.
With half of his brotherly rod in her mouth, she began to suck on the horse's eye at the tip of the soft flesh, as if she wanted to empty everything inside.
Hoo—
This was something that a man couldn't endure at all.
Even though the occasion might not have been so appropriate, Pierre had no choice but to go along with his younger sister's wishes.
He held down her soft blonde hair, which was tied into a large ponytail, and slowly pressed her head down along his brotherly rod.
After she had taken it all in, Jeanne would shake her head and slowly return to the top.
After several back and forth movements, the siblings reached an extremely harmonious pace.
He couldn't hold back anymore.
Pierre asked softly, "Jeanne, can I cum inside?"
The girl's slight up and down movement of her head was the best response—Pierre pressed her head tightly between his legs.
Glug glug.
The younger sister's handling of his lust was a great success.
"Hoo—~" Pierre released his hand, and Jeanne slowly raised her head.
With white threads at the corners of her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, happily showing off the great achievement left behind by her older brother.
"Brother shot so much~" the girl said happily.
"Because Jeanne is really amazing... it feels like it's hitting all the right spots, just like you've tried it many times," Pierre complimented her, a warm smile on his face.
"Mmm~ you guessed right," Jeanne swallowed the love from her older brother. "When Brother was unconscious, he often had these instinctive erections," she explained, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Wait, you wouldn't have..." Pierre began, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Hehe~" Jeanne took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the traces from the corners of her mouth.
"But let's not worry about that for now, okay~" she said playfully.
"Brother, come with me to see His Highness the Prince... oh, we should call him His Majesty the King now!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.
"Hmm?" Pierre asked, a little confused. "Are you going to congratulate him?"
"Congratulating him is part of it, but there's something more important to do," Jeanne said, her gaze determined.
Jeanne began to wipe his rod clean.
"I want to ask His Majesty the King to be our witness," she declared, her cheeks slightly red.
"Witness?" Pierre repeated, his brow furrowed in surprise.
"Mmm," Jeanne looked at her older brother, tilted her head slightly, and smiled sweetly.
"I—"
"Want to marry Brother!" she confessed, her blue eyes filled with love and determination.