The newly manufactured body, although already completed, still lacked one necessary element before it could be put to use.
Namely, the pilot.
Kaito reached out and gently pressed the top of the girl's head.
As the second personality of Mutsumi, Mortis was not a spiritual entity. She was born within Mutsumi's mental space, another facet of her personality.
If separated rashly, and a small mistake occurred midway, it could cause extremely serious damage to Mutsumi's mind, and Mortis wouldn't get off easy either, possibly ending in a double fatality.
Fortunately, for him, this wasn't a problem. Don't ask why, just divine power of the Nascent Soul Celestial Lord.
"Eh, eh, eh?"
Pulled out of Mutsumi's body by her brother, Mortis floated midair, looked down at her semi-transparent body, and hadn't recovered from the shock, "Did I... turn into a spirit? I feel like I'm floating"
"Just temporary."
Kaito didn't keep it secret, "After all, spirit form makes possession easier. Alright, Mortis, come try out your brand-new body now. Just slip into it."
Perhaps because it was her first time as a spirit, Mortis found her current state novel, but after hearing her brother's words, she didn't waste more time, she lightly floated into that petite body that looked as if it had been carved from the same mold as Mutsumi.
"Like this is it done?", Regaining control of her body, Mutsumi couldn't help asking.
"Don't worry."
As if to verify Kaito's words, after a few seconds, the newborn girl who had her eyes tightly shut let out a soft "mm," then opened her eyes like a robot being activated, her dull pupils gradually gained iridescent light.
She had been lying flat on the sofa, but now sat up on her own, blinked her eyes, twisted her arms, tilted her head, the movements were a bit stiff at first, but quickly became natural.
"Looks like you're adapting pretty well."
Kaito let out a sigh of relief. After all, it was his first time making a person, he had worried something might go wrong, but thankfully, it went smoothly.
Just as he was about to say something more, a petite figure dove into his arms. Mortis buried her little head deeply in his chest, her voice somewhat muffled, "...Onii-chan, thank you."
Kaito fell silent for a while. Not because he was moved, but because he suddenly realized a very serious problem.
The body he condensed for Mortis wasn't simple. Composed of the purest moon essence, it would not age, would not get sick, and its lifespan would be unimaginably long.
Only one flaw.
This body, unlike newly created game characters, didn't come with default clothing. Even if you started with nothing in a game, at least you'd get some rags for decency.
'A miscalculation.'
Kaito had a bit of a headache. He really lacked experience in this area and hadn't considered preparing clothes for Mortis in advance.
The petite girl in his arms had a warm body. Even the blooming flower bud closely pressed to his chest emitted a faintly cold and quiet fragrance, not from petal, not from calyx, but a fragrance that seeped from her very bones.
"Onii-chan, your clothes something is poking me," Mortis lay on her brother's chest, completely forgetting the matter of changing clothes, just indulging in the reassuring warmth.
But she quickly raised her head, her small hands feeling downward curiously as she asked in confusion, "Is it your phone? It feels really hard."
"It is the phone," Kaito coughed lightly and grabbed that restless little hand, "Anyway, let's get off me first. Mutsumi, could you go to the room and pick out a set of clothes for Mortis to wear? You two have similar body types, there shouldn't be a size problem."
Mutsumi quietly glanced at the green-haired girl occupying her brother's embrace. Mortis had the same face as her, and at the moment, wore nothing, which gave her the illusion that she herself was lying in her brother's arms.
This strange thought caused a faint blush to rise on the girl's delicate face. She gave a soft "mm" and turned to walk toward the bedroom.
Once Mutsumi left, Mortis still wasn't willing to get off him. She truly had a knack for being spoiled and cute. With that adorable face, Kaito was helpless against her. So he had to make three ground rules with her: no random movements, no random touches, no random groping.
Somehow gave him dj vu from dealing with Raana in the past.
But thinking about it carefully, these two really had a lot in common: Raana had a childlike innocence, only cared about what interested her, and lacked common sense. Mortis was also only born recently, not even two months old. Her personality was like a childish kid, always asking adults for candy.
Like right now.
Faced with Kaito's three rules, Mortis rolled her eyes but didn't agree right away, instead, she bargained, "Then can I take a bath with Onii-chan tonight?"
After the experience with Mutsumi and Raana, Kaito had become much more accepting of such matters. So he nodded, "You can."
"Then at night, can I sleep with Onii-chan too?"
That was even less of an issue. He had already shared a bed with Mutsumi before, adding one more person wouldn't matter. Kaito nodded again.
"And also, I want Onii-chan to hold me while, mm! That hurts!"
Enough was enough. One request, two requests, asking for three and beyond was pushing it.
Facing the girl's aggrieved and resentful gaze, Kaito calmly withdrew the right hand he had used to flick her forehead, "There's an old saying: 'Stop while you're ahead.'"
Mortis pouted, though she didn't really feel disappointed deep down.
Rather, having gotten this far, she was already quite satisfied.
Now that she had her own body, she could bathe with Onii-chan like Mutsumi, scrub his back, or the other way around, and sleep on the same bed at night. What more could she ask for?
She couldn't recall where she had seen it, but there was once a definition of marriage: living under the same roof, being close enough to be naked together, sleeping in the same bed at night, and most importantly, having the same surname Looking at it this way, hadn't she already achieved most of it?
The only thing that didn't meet the requirement was the surname, but that wasn't really a problem. As long as Onii-chan gave the word, she was ready to change her name anytime. She has long since dreamt of it.
As for Mutsumi? "Wakaba" was actually a pretty good surname. While the Wakaba family didn't have an imperial throne to inherit, Minami had built a tremendous foundation for her daughter in the entertainment industry, those connections needed to be passed on.
So as for the calm and uneventful daily life with Onii-chan, she could enjoy that in a small scope, it was better for Mutsumi to peacefully go and be a superstar in the entertainment world.
'Thy brother I shall raise, worry not.'
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Chapter 215: Wah, There's Side Dishes Too
Mortis is a very easy girl to deal with. But Mortis being very easy to deal with is also not too likely.
That sounds like a sentence with a grammatical error, left brain attacking right brain, pointy ends replacing thoughts, making people instinctively question, "Then let me ask you, let me ask you"...
But at least at this moment, that really was Kaito's genuine thought.
The "easy to deal with" part lies in the fact that Mortis hasn't been born for long, lacking common sense, suffering from the disadvantage of being uneducated, just like those fresh graduates who just walked out of the ivory tower, eyes full of pure stupidity. For someone with ulterior motives, she could be tricked into bed ten times in one night.
The "not easy to deal with" part lies in, she doesn't need to be tricked, she'll stick to you on her own.
Even when taking a bath, she'd rather cling onto him, and even if Kaito forcibly pulled her off, she'd still insist on sitting in his lap.
Of course, saying "insist" was more like acting spoiled.
Mortis very much knew how to use her modeling advantage. She was a master in the field of being cute. Add that to her naturally childish personality, so she didn't come off as fake at all. It felt more like her true self coming out, and her genuine emotional expression was a peak some nearly washed-up internet celebrity could never hope to reach in a lifetime.
Kaito had a personality that could be swayed by softness but not force. If he was dealing with a brat, he wouldn't spoil them endlessly. But Miss Mortis didn't do anything extreme, she simply clung to his arm and softly called "Onii-chan," "Onii-chan," "Please~" and the like. And just when he was about to give in, Mutsumi stepped forward.
"Mortis."
The girl with light green long hair sat at the other end of the bathtub. That face, cold as winter snow, finally showed a rare ripple of emotion. Her voice wasn't loud, but very serious, "Don't do things that put Onii-chan in a difficult position."
"I'm not making Onii-chan uncomfortable," That tone, like an older sister scolding her younger sister not to cause trouble, made Mortis a little unhappy. She wasn't a child.
But she thought for a moment and still didn't force her brother. Instead, she made a small concession and sat down beside him.
She really couldn't be too reckless. Although she admired the courage of that silver-haired, sickly anime little sister who boldly confessed to her brother, even using her as a role model, the girl in the show also got slapped in return, didn't she?
So it proved that charging forward was necessary, but also had to be at the right moment.
Just like she once coaxed Mutsumi to do: gradually close the distance between her and her Onii-chan, subtly influence him until his guard was almost entirely down, and his body was used to her close contact, then would be the time for her final assault.
Moreover
Thinking back to that scene she had once personally witnessed, the close contact between her brother and Soyo, Mortis bit her lip. She still hadn't forgotten Soyo's expression from back then.
'It looked like happiness, but even more like pain.'
'Is there really no other method that can replace "that kind of thing"?'
Thinking of that, the girl wrinkled her little nose involuntarily, looking a bit troubled and pouty.
She had a feeling, 'It probably hurts a lot.'
She really hated pain.
The exhausting bath session ended, and what followed was the usual rest time.
No one knew what exactly Mortis was thinking about, but ever since earlier, she had suddenly gone quiet. She didn't cling to him either, just seemed deep in thought.
Kaito found it strange but didn't think too much. He said goodnight to the sisters and was about to turn off the lights.
The bed he bought back then was big enough, even with three people sleeping on it, there would still be a bit of open space. If they squeezed a little, four wouldn't be a problem.
A bed this large was already enough to satisfy 99% of buyers in the world, but for some reason, Kaito always had a premonition that it would soon not be enough.
Once the secretary found a suitable place and they moved into a new home, he'd better get an even bigger bed.
He trusted his instincts, they never failed.
Buzz~
The phone on the bedside table vibrated.
Kaito unlocked the screen. The contact labeled [Nagasaki Soyo] with her profile picture popped up, message notifications were appearing one after another.
[Nagasaki Soyo: Kaito-kun, is our Saturday date still on schedule?]
[Nagasaki Soyo: You haven't taken the initiative to message me for two whole days.]
Even through the screen, he could feel that thick air of grievance.
'Ah, right.'
Kaito thought about it, 'And yeah, that seems to be true.'
He wasn't someone who liked chatting to begin with. Saturday, he had to accompany Yumiko and Bocchi, and even the evening was busy. Sunday, he had to work with the secretary on an exorcism commission, and then soon after, got dragged into trouble by that old man Togawa, and even saved Sakiko-chan's mom.
His schedule was completely packed. He didn't even have time to send a message.
But neglecting one's lover was indeed wrong. Usually, it was Soyo who initiated the conversations more. In a healthy romantic relationship, both sides should make an effort. If only one person kept initiating conversations, the other would inevitably feel hurt and lonely.
[Sorry, I was busy with some things these two days.]
Kaito's fingers paused slightly over the screen. Thinking girls probably liked hearing sweet talk, he added another message:
[I didn't text you, but I did think of you.]
'Hmm'
In a duplex high-rise apartment by the sea, a girl in silk pajamas lay on her side in bed. Seeing the latest message pop up on screen, she blushed and buried her phone against her chest, rolling around like a little caterpillar.
Her boyfriend was great in every way, just a little too dull. Even in front of her, he didn't talk much, always just listening.
But it was precisely because of that reason, when he suddenly spoke words of affection, the impact was that much stronger.
Like a usually cold, aloof young lady showing only you a tender, watery side, the contrast brought such a thrill, it made Soyo unconsciously press her snow-white thighs tightly together beneath her nightgown.
Plain text messages could no longer satisfy her. She initiated a voice call.
["Soyo, what's wrong?"]
Upon hearing that familiar, clear teenage voice, the fire in her heart was suppressed a little, no longer spreading like wild grass.
"There really is something important."
Soyo said shyly and a bit awkwardly, "Mom already knows we're dating, so next Saturday, she wants to invite you over for dinner."
It wasn't the first time Mrs. Nagasaki invited him, but their relationship status had undergone a fundamental shift.
If before, it was just a meal between friends, this time, it was clearly a mother-in-law meeting the son-in-law.
Kaito understood Mrs. Nagasaki's intention and didn't refuse, ["I understand. Does Mrs. Nagasaki have any particular preferences? I'll prepare a suitable gift."]
"No need, really. Right now, Mom likes you the most. Just coming over is the best gift."
Soyo didn't want him to spend money. And she wasn't lying either. Her mom was one thousand percent satisfied with Kaito as a son-in-law, wouldn't care about trivial things like this.
