Former Hero, Solo Play Oriented-Chapter 201

Buzz!

"Let go of me...!"

"Absolutely not...!"

Chris's grip on the wheelchair's leg frame left me unable to move forward.

Her strength was incredible. She did mention working out regularly at her company gym, and her well-toned figure was proof enough. While I hadn’t gotten a good look at her abs beneath her occasionally rolled-up shirt, it was clear she had a taut, muscular core.

It made sense—this was the same Chris who could easily lift °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° me without breaking a sweat. Just now, she wasn’t even trying to push me back; she was merely holding her ground.

I was so close—just a few more steps and I could slip into the capsule. Once inside, no external interference, save for emergency disconnect protocols, could affect me. Even Chris wouldn’t risk forcing a disconnect, knowing the potential for brain shock.

Yet, here I was, completely unable to get my way.

The frailty of Isulbi’s body felt like a curse.

Why am I so weak in this world?

Tears threatened to well up.

After what felt like an eternity of struggle, I gave up and disengaged the wheelchair’s motor.

Wobble.

"Ah!"

Without the motor holding it steady, the wheelchair tipped backward from Chris’s pulling force.

I closed my eyes tightly, bracing for the inevitable crash.

Thud! Poof.

Instead of hitting the floor, I found myself caught securely in Chris’s arms. Only the wheelchair tumbled over, lying sprawled out on the floor.

And so, we ended up like this—me sprawled atop Chris, both of us collapsed on the ground.

"Haah... haah... Be careful, will you?"

"I... I don’t care anymore."

In the aftermath of the storm, the room fell silent except for our heavy breathing.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of our breaths mingling.

"...Sniffle."

"...Unnie, are you crying?"

Chris, who was still holding me tightly from behind, suddenly let out a small sob.

If anyone had a reason to cry, it was me. Why was Chris crying instead?

"Snrk... Just..."

"...I’m sorry."

"It’s okay, I understand."

Feeling the warmth of Chris’s embrace against my back, I murmured my apology.

Pat, pat.

Still lying on the floor, Chris gently patted my stomach, comforting me.

As if trying to ease the tension, she began speaking softly.

"You know, I just want you to like this world too."

"It’s your world, Unnie. Of course I like it."

"It’s also the world where you’ll have to live."

"...I know."

I understood.

Even though I’d grown more accustomed to this world, I still felt detached from it.

There was no real reason why I couldn’t live here. With Chris’s help, most of the challenges I faced were manageable.

But...

"I can’t walk freely here."

"..."

I wasn’t one to cry over such things.

I had endured enough sorrow and pain already.

And yet...

Even with all the advanced technology of this futuristic era, nothing could fix the condition of Isulbi’s legs.

Rustle.

Chris’s hand, which had been gently patting my stomach, began to move lower.

Following the curve of my slender waist...

Down to my thigh.

"What about here?"

"Mm... It feels strange."

I let out a small noise as her fingers brushed over me. It tickled, and yet it was warm.

Her hand moved further down, tracing along the top of my thigh.

And then... nothing.

"What about here?"

"...I can’t feel it."

Below that point, my legs weren’t truly mine anymore.

Past the top of my thighs, I couldn’t feel Chris’s touch.

"That’s enough."

Lift.

Chris suddenly hoisted me up, cradling me as if I weighed nothing, and turned me to face her.

Swoosh.

"I’ll be your legs."

"...What does that even mean?"

Her effortless lifting of my body was embarrassing.

I turned red, completely flustered, as Chris hugged me tightly, gently stroking my hair with her slender fingers.

At this point, nothing mattered anymore.

If I could just stay like this, I didn’t have to think about anything.

"...Sniff."

Burying my face in the crook of Chris’s neck, I caught the faint scent of her sweat.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"Sniffing Unnie’s scent."

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"You’re unbelievable. Hah... Did I sweat that much? Sniff, sniff. Heh, seems like you’ve been sweating too, Rain."

"Wha—what are you doing?!"

"Smelling my baby sister’s scent, of course."

Heat flushed through my entire face.

She’d turned the tables on me.

Chris had been growing bolder lately.

But I wasn’t about to let this slide. I had an idea.

"Well, since we’ve both been sweating..."

I tilted my head, flashing her a playful smile as I met her gaze.

"How about we take a bath together?"

Chris’s eyes widened in shock.

Ssshhh.

The bathroom attached to my room had a ridiculously large tub, big enough for two adults to fit comfortably.

I lay naked in the filling tub, letting the water rise around me.

Today, Chris and I were bathing together.

This was a chance to follow through on something we hadn’t done last time.

Even in this futuristic era, shared baths weren’t that unusual—women’s saunas were still a thing, after all.

When the water reached an adequate level, I called out to her.

"Unnie, you can come in now."

"J-just a moment! Fixing my hair! Ugh, have I gained weight from all the snacks we’ve been eating lately? What if I look terrible?!"

From outside the door, I heard Chris’s frantic muttering and the clatter of her movements.

I blew bubbles into the water, my face half-submerged.

How much preparation did she need for a bath?

"Alright, I’m coming in! For real this time! I’m completely undressed, okay?!"

"Come on in."

Click.

The door creaked open, and Chris entered, arms crossed over her chest.

My eyes widened.

She was stunning.

Her bare skin glowed faintly in the steam, her figure a masterpiece.

Her ample chest, her toned waist, and her defined abs—all of it was captivating.

It felt like I was dreaming.

Raising my hand from the water, I pressed it to my flushed cheek.

It must be the steam.

"Unnie... you’re beautiful."

"Hah... hah..."

Chris’s face turned bright red, and I could see visible wisps of steam rising from her. That must be from the bath, right?

Splash.

She carefully stepped into the tub, water spilling over as she sat down behind me, wrapping her legs around mine.

The feeling of her body pressed against my back was overwhelming.

Skin to skin, without a single barrier between us.

"...Eek."

A small sound escaped me.

This was far more embarrassing than I’d expected.

What was I thinking?

I had underestimated her.

Chris was far bolder than I had imagined.

"Rain. Isulbi."

"...Yes?"

Her fingers gently brushed aside the wet strands of my silver hair clinging to my face.

"You’ll listen to me from now on, won’t you?"

"...Yes."

My mind drifted off into the clouds.

This feeling... I’d experienced it before.

Chris-unnie was amazing.

She had a knack for reducing me to a puddle of helplessness.

Could this be considered a skill?

"Don’t do anything reckless. Even if you don’t actually die, no sister could bear to see their loved one in pain like that."

"...I won’t. I promise."

"And we’ll face Melissa together. If she needs to be defeated, we’ll do it. But don’t overthink it, alright?"

"...Okay."

"You’ve been through so much, in such a small, fragile body..."

Her fingers trailed softly down my bare skin, the sensation tickling me and sending shivers through my already overloaded senses.

"...Rain? Are you okay? Rain!"

I fainted right there in the bathtub.