????In the ground floor kitchen.

  The three of us sit at the table.

  My chopsticks rest beside my pte, unused. I stare down at the chunks of cooked monster flesh.

  There's a hollow feeling in my stomach, but it isn't hunger. It's a deeper exhaustion, a weariness that settles in my bones and dulls my senses.

  Eating this... again... feels like an insurmountable task. The very thought makes me tired.

  Reluctantly, I pick up my chopsticks.

  I lift a piece, the motion slow??disconnected.

  I bring it to my mouth, chewing without really tasting.

  Across from me, Touko is eating with her usual appetite, already halfway through her portion.

  Beside her, Lenah eats with quiet efficiency, but I feel her gaze shift towards me.

  It's not a soft look, but a sharp, assessing look. Her violet eyes narrow slightly as she observes my ck of engagement with the food.

  "Your focus is elsewhere, Horikita," Lenah states, her voice cuts through the quiet chewing.

  "You've barely touched your meal."

  I flinch slightly at being called out.

  I shake my head, keeping my eyes down.

  "...It's nothing, master. I'm just not hungry."

  "Are you still thinking about that voice?" Touko asks, pausing mid-bite.

  I sigh softly, finally meeting Lenah's steady gaze.

  "Yeah..."

  Lenah's violet eyes fixed on mine.

  "Master? Do you have any idea what it might be?" I ask.

  She is quiet, thinking...

  "...No." Lenah says.

  "But I can sense something is troubling you, Horikita."

  "Don't push yourself."

  I nod slowly.

  "Understood."

  ...

  I suppose I should give some proper introductions.

  My name is Horikita Kurotsukihime Mizuhana???I'm a half demon with pink eyes and bck hair that reaches down to my thighs.

  Every bit of strength I possess is hard-won through training... and genetics, I suppose. My breasts are undeniably rge.

  They bounce and jiggle a lot, which is both irritating and embarrassing.

  And I want to be strong so that I can take back what was taken from me.

  In front of me on the right is my Onee-chan. She's my older sister, and her name is Touko.

  She has silver hair that reaches down to her thighs like mine and heterochromatic eyes; the left eye is green, and the right eye is red.

  There's also a small dark mole in the corner of her red eye.

  Her breasts are rger than mine, always pushing against the dark blue kimono she wears.

  ...Sometimes it's hard for me to stop staring at them.

  She's overly attached to me, but I suppose I'm thankful that she's always looking out for me... though I wish she would stop touching me without my permission.

  Onee-chan is strong, but she's also reckless. She's always willing to put herself in danger to protect me, even if it's not strategically sound. It worries me sometimes.

  Touko is also a half demon, like me.

  But the difference between us is that she has perfect control of her demonic powers.

  Though???I suppose her beauty is often a weapon in itself.

  Touko seems to notice my staring.

  "Ara ara, Kita, do you like my breasts so much?" Touko teases, her red eye winking.

  "Mou, you can just ask to touch them, you know?"

  I flush red and look away.

  "S-shut up! I wasn't looking at your breasts!" I say, stammering slightly.

  "You're so cute when you're flustered, Kita~" Touko says with a giggle.

  I gre at her.

  "I'm going to kill you." I tell her in a ft tone.

  "Fufu, try me~"

  Before things get out of hand, Lenah breaks the tension.

  "Enough, you two," Lenah says, her voice stern.

  Touko and I immediately stop our arguing and turn to Lenah.

  "Save your energy. We don't know what this voice means yet," She adds, gncing pointedly at me,

  "And pointless distractions won't help either of you."

  I nod in agreement.

  Onee-chan always knows how to get under my skin. It's both frustrating and... strangely endearing. She's always been like this, teasing me relentlessly, but always with a genuine affection that I can't deny.

  The one who broke our little argument, is Lenah… She's the one who found me, and Touko, after we escaped from our father.

  Despite us being demons, she still accepted us without hesitation. I can't begin to describe how grateful I am for that.

  I can still remember her violet eyes when we first met... How she effortlessly brought down the monster in front of me, protecting us… Lenah possesses long, sleek bck hair styled in a sophisticated half-up, half-down braid, and a bandage in her nose.

  She's a stern, but caring person. Her strong sense of justice always puts us in check, and without her, I don't know where we would be right now...

  Of course... It goes without saying, that Lenah is beautiful... She has a lean athletic build, and her breasts while not as big as Onee-chan's, or mine, are still… nicely shaped.

  Sometimes when she's fighting, the upper part of her breasts peeks out, and I have to resist the urge to stare.

  I often find myself staring at the scars on her left breast... Not because they're ugly or anything, but because they're super sexy.

  I wonder how she got them?

  A desperate longing to touch them washes over me...

  Forcing down another bite of monster flesh, I try to ignore these swirling thoughts.

  The voice may be silent now, but it’ll return—it always does.

  Somewhere, something broken is calling for me.