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One night, while practicing some magic, I heard the lascivious sounds of a creaking bedframe and lurid moaning coming from somewhere. Well, not “somewhere,” really—it was coming from Paul and Zenith’s bedroom. And my, were the sounds vigorous. In the not-too-distant future, I might be welcoming a little brother or sister.

Hopefully a sister. No more younger brothers for me. In my mind’s eye, I could still see my past life’s younger brother winding up for a full swing with his bat, smashing my belovedPCto bits. I didn’t need a younger brother.

But a kid sister would be nice.

“Oh, man…”

In my old life, I’d just stay put and bang on either the wall or the floor to shut people up whenever I was disturbed by sounds like these. Thanks to that, my older sister stopped bringing guys home entirely. Man, that brought back memories.

At the same time, I’d always thought people who did that sort of thing were blights on the world. It reminded me of the people who used to bully me, sneering down at me from a position out of my reach, filling me with an anger I had no outlet for. Even if the perpetrator was somehow brought low to my level, he’d still look at me and ask, “What, you’re still here?”

It was the worst.

But things weren’t like that anymore. Maybe because I was now a child, or because it was my parents going at it, or just because I was more focused on my future, hearing them doing their business actually brightened my mood. I could tell roughly what they were getting up to just from the sounds.

It seemed that Paul was pretty good in bed, too. Even though Zenith was out of breath, I heard him say, “Oh, I’m just getting warmed up,” before he went back to thrusting. He sounded like the main character from a pretty rapey adult dating sim, boundless virility and all.

Hmm. As Paul’s son, maybe I’d inherited some of that sexual prowess? And one day, I would awaken to my powers, find my heroine, and make my way into the pink.

That sort of thing excited me at first, but it had recently grown stale, and I’d casually make my way down the hall to the toilet with the sounds of creaking resonating through the walls. Also, the creaking and moaning would stop as soon as I approached their room, which was pretty damn amusing.

Tonight was the same. I headed for the toilet, wondering whether I should let them know that their son, now capable of walking, was there. Maybe this time I should try saying something. Maybe something like, “Mooom? Daaad? What are you doin’ naked?”

It’d be fun hearing what excuses they came up with.

Heheheh.

With that in mind, I slipped out of my room as quietly as I could—except someone had already beaten me to the punch. The blue-haired girl was hunched in the dark hallway, peeking into the bedroom through the gap in the door. Her cheeks were flushed bright red, and her breathing had sunk to a low, rough panting, her gaze locked on the inside of the room.

One of her hands was inside her robes, moving about rather suggestively. I quietly crept back to my own room. Roxy was in the grip of adolescence, after all, and I had the decency to pretend that I hadn’t seen anything.

Or, well, something like that. I definitely liked what I had seen, anyway.