"Sister, do you have to make Kars face your side when he's sleeping?" Flandre wanted a change in this regard, but Remilia still didn't agree.
"Flandre, wait until I feel it's appropriate before we change that." Although Remilia didn't understand the source of her uneasy feeling earlier, she felt she couldn't relax her vigilance in this matter.
"Fine." Flandre looked quite disappointed that Remilia hadn't agreed, but since she and Kars had already made their own plans, the refusal didn't affect her mood too much. In fact, doing things secretly with Kars made it even more fun for her.
Seeing Flandre not persisting with the issue, Remilia felt slightly relieved. This situation suggested Flandre might be losing interest in the matter. If she held firm for a little longer, everything should be fine. Remilia was quite satisfied with this thought; her efforts were yielding good results.
When it was time to rest that night, Remilia felt a sense of relief watching Flandre obediently lying next to Kars, hugging his body, and sleeping soundly.
However, when she lay down next to Kars, face-to-face, she didn't rush to close her eyes and rest. After a while, Remilia felt the same sensation as the night before. Regarding this chest-kneading, she felt it did make her chest slightly bigger, even if there was a suspicion of swelling involved. More importantly, the kneading felt truly comfortable. The warm hand resting on her chest felt quite nice.
As for her nephew kneading her chest, Remilia didn't dwell on it too much. She didn't mind Kars seeing her when she changed clothes, and the kneading itself hadn't led her to suspect anything more sinister. Remilia was silently enjoying the sensation, feeling ready to fall asleep, when a strong sensation suddenly erupted from her chest. It made her open her eyes and clap her hand over her mouth, muffling any sound that might wake the sleeping Flandre.
She looked down and saw that the hand that had been kneading her chest was now pinching the tiny bud on her nipple. The intensity of the stimulation was too much for her. She immediately reached out and pinched Kars's face, waking him up.
Kars woke up in a daze, his eyes confused, trying to figure out what was happening. Then he saw Remilia, whose face was flushed with embarrassment and whose eyes were slightly watery, and the pain on his face made him instantly snap to full alertness. He looked down at her chest and saw his hand still pinching the small bud on her nipple. He immediately snatched his hand back.
"L-Little Auntie, I didn't mean it! I was asleep! I truly didn't know what I was doing!" Kars quickly tried to defend himself, assuring her that he hadn't done it on purpose.
"Of course, I know you didn't do it on purpose! I just want to know why, when you were kneading so well, you suddenly started pinching!" Faced with Remilia's question, Kars couldn't answer because Patchouli had taught him this, and he had promised not to tell.
"I think it must have been… just curiosity."
Remilia didn't doubt this answer. She had previously assumed Kars was at the age of curiosity, so this behavior was normal.
"True. You even do this in your sleep, so you really must be interested in this. Never mind. I did promise to let you learn a bit about it." Saying this, Remilia pulled up her shirt, revealing her small, flat chest. "Do you know that when you were little, you grew up drinking milk that came from here?"
Remilia pointed to her chest and began to explain things to Kars. Kars listened attentively to the related topics Remilia was discussing. However, one point puzzled him: he hadn't gotten any milk from Patchouli, who was much bigger. Could his mother, who was only slightly bigger than his Little Auntie, have had any?
Remilia noticed Kars's puzzled expression and asked, "Is there anything you don't understand?"
"Little Auntie, do you really think there's something in here? It really doesn't look like it, does it?" Kars's question made Remilia silent. She didn't know the answer either. All she remembered was seeing Kars drinking milk, but whether it came from her or not, she genuinely didn't know.
"Anyway, I am telling you some important facts, not answering the question of what is in here, understood?"
"Oh, I see." Kars nodded. Indeed, that wasn't the most important thing to worry about, and asking too much wouldn't help.
"Alright, that's enough discussion. You should go back to sleep now."
"Okay. But Little Auntie, if this happens again, please just wake me up normally. Don't pinch my face to wake me up; that really hurts." Kars requested. Remilia nodded, agreeing, and watched him close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Waking up the next morning, Kars felt the weight of the limbs on him. As he tried to move them, he realized his hand was blocked by something. He looked to see where his hand was.
He found his hand tucked inside Remilia's clothes. Seeing this, he didn't panic. Since he already knew he did this in his sleep, there was no need to get nervous. Besides, Remilia also knew about this.
When Remilia woke up later, she once again felt her chest, looking for any changes, but the overall feeling was the same as the day before.
"The feeling is no different from yesterday." Remilia stroked her chest. There was no difference from yesterday. She felt very disappointed. Did they really not get bigger?
"Mistress, why do you suddenly think your chest might have grown recently?" Sakuya, who was wiping her nosebleed, asked this question. She had never seen Remilia like this before, so there had to be a reason for her sudden concern.
Remilia didn't answer. Instead, she countered with a question for Sakuya.
"Sakuya, do you think kneading can make a chest bigger?"
Sakuya: Õ_Õ
Huh? Kneading… kneading a chest?! Wait, wait, wait!!