A Night of Unspoken Feelings and a Morning of Judgment

I and my senior sister were playing on the bed, and then we got tired and stopped. Suddenly, I realized that my senior sister was lying on top of me.

Her body heat, through the thin fabric of our clothes, merged with mine. Her face was close to mine, her hair falling onto my cheek, her chest pressing softly against my small breasts.

I could feel her breath, slow but deep. Our lips were close, and I felt a desire for her to lean down and kiss me. If she did, it would be the third time the same girl had taken my first kiss.

I could fall in love with her… My senior sister’s eyes were full of affection, and I thought she would kiss me with her experienced lips. “Senior sister, do anything to me…” My eyes seemed to say.

Just as she was about to kiss me, she stopped. She looked at me with a vacant expression, and I felt her heart beating faster against my chest. Her face turned red, and she suddenly sat up, breathing deeply, and refused to look at me anymore.

I was ready for her to do anything, but she didn’t. She got up and ran out of the door, leaving it open. I lay on the bed, my clothes wrinkled and disheveled, one side of my skirt lifted up. I didn’t know if I had been exposed to anyone passing by in the hallway.

Despite her sudden stop, I sensed her hesitation, which didn’t seem to be out of hatred. After a while, my senior sister came back, closing the door. I noticed her hair and face were wet, as if she had cooled herself with cold water. What happened, senior sister? Why didn’t you tell me?

That night, we slept in the same bed, but with separate blankets. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our thoughts. It was an unusual silence, despite the normalcy of two girls sharing a bed.

“Senior sister, I promise I’ll save those two sisters! I swear it.” I said in the dead of night. “Thank you,” she replied. I didn’t look at her, afraid that her eyes would trouble me again. It was the first time she had thanked me, and I cried silently, tears streaming down my face.

Senior sister, why didn’t you continue with the kiss? If you kissed me again, I might have fallen in love with you. Then, I wouldn’t need you to bully or seduce me to comply with your wishes. I felt for the first time that being a girl didn’t matter, even if I couldn’t turn back. If you only liked girls, what was the point of me turning back into a boy?

I still couldn’t remember the memories before and after my transformation, but having my senior sister next to me seemed enough.

Beirut’s breakfast was as gloomy as usual, with the old streets filled with the sounds of chickens and ducks, the grunting of pigs, and the curses of a fat woman at a senile old man across the street. Everyone was living a mundane life, no different from the ducks wandering aimlessly in the streets. Two kind and beautiful girls were about to be executed, but the women’s faces were only filled with contempt for the senile man.

My senior sister and I, two who stood out in this mundane scene, walked through the narrow, crowded streets. Children ran around with their grandmothers, and it seemed like a festival to them. At the village entrance, a large wooden pillar was piled with firewood, and two lines of red-uniformed soldiers formed a path. There were more soldiers than yesterday, wearing the emblem of Redfang Fortress on their chests. On the other side, under a temporary pavilion, sat a fat, richly dressed bishop and a middle-aged nobleman with a goatee. Behind the nobleman stood a knight as tall and strong as a black tower, wearing a black, heavy armor and a full-face helmet. This knight exuded a dangerous and violent aura. Asta and Leona were kneeling on each side of the pavilion, bound and guarded by four masked men. There were many villagers watching, their clothes torn and faces dirty, their apathetic eyes reflecting a simple cruelty.

“The trial begins!” The fat bishop announced, standing up.

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