Pseudo-Villaines

Eight Years Later

The sound of the crying of the baby was heard in the mother's house. After she saw that what was inside the box was a cute baby boy, she could not act as if it was none of her business. So he took the baby boy home.

"Mom, mama! Look Jean crying! Is he thirsty?"

Jeanne, who was a girl, accompanied a baby boy named Jean, to her mother in the kitchen. With a cute five-year-old girl-style gesture, she pulled on the dress her mother was wearing.

"Oh, you're right, Jeanne. Jean must be thirsty and hungry. Would you like to accompany your mother to breastfeed your sister?"

"Yes, I want to!"

Jeanne happily accompanied her mother to the room. Her mother lifted Jean up and opened the top of her clothes to the bottom of her breasts. With pleasure, Jean suckled.

"He looks adorable....."

"Is that so, Jeanne?"

"Unnn! Because Jean is cute, Jeanne will take good care of her!"

The mother smiled gently at Jeanne and patted her small head. It's been about a week since she found Jean and during that time, Jeanne helped her take care of Jean. She was sure Jeanne would be a good sister.

As she and Jeanne were chatting and joking, while breastfeeding Jean, a man's voice rang out from the living room.

"Svetlana, Jeanne! Where're y'all?"

That's right, the mother's name is Svetlana. Svetlana then told Jeanne to approach her father in the living room. Fortunately Jean did not breastfeed for long. After the little boy felt full, he removed his mouth from Peach Svetlana and fell asleep.

Svetlana smiled gently and touched Jean's little cheeks. She looks so adorable. Svetlana assumes that Jean is her own son. After putting Jean in the cradle, she immediately approached her husband.

"Nurin, Nicholai. You're back. Tumben once, usually at night you just come home."

"Yes. The meeting at the village hall ended sooner than usual. Oh yeah, what about Jean? Does that kid keep whining when I'm not home?"

Svetlana who had just finished brewing tea for Nicholai, her husband, shook her head.

"No. He only cries when he is hungry and poops. Beyond that, he was always smiling, calm, and not fussy. It's the opposite of Jeanne when she was a baby, right?"

Svetlana giggled and turned towards Jeanne, who was being held by Nicholai. Jeanne felt so embarrassed at that time that her face became so red. Even she would have cried had Svetlana not held her lap and patted her head gently.

Svetlana, Nicholai, Jeanne, and now Jean. They are a happy little family. It felt like they needed nothing but to maintain this kind of harmony.

Eight years later.........

An eight-year-old boy was trying to avoid the slash of a 13-year-old girl's sword. After dodging, he looked for an opening to counterattack. With an agile movement, the man immediately reached the back of the girl's body and stabbed her wooden sword.

"This time I won, Jeanne!"

The boy managed to pour out the movements of the girl who became his opponent. The girl, Jeanne, finally raised her hand because she had lost.

"OK, okay. Jean won this time. But next time, I will definitely give you up!"

Jean and Jeanne just finished sparring. This is a routine activity that Jean has to live. He has been trained to fight since the age of five. Three years earlier when compared to Jeanne who was just taught fighting techniques at the age of eight.

Of course that wasn't Jean's request. Svetlana, Jean's mother, said a man must be strong to protect what is precious to him. Of course, Jean, who was five at the time, had no idea what she was saying. Even until now, he still did not understand.

So far, Jean has been trained hard. Even the training portion is more than Jeanne. From then on, he had to run around the field near his house a hundred times, ten times more than Jeanne.

He also had to practice swinging his sword a thousand times each day. Not to mention push-ups, sit-ups, and others a thousand times as well. Inevitably, Jean must obey her mother's orders or her dinner rations will be reduced.

"Well, since today Jean won the match, you'll add to your dinner. Be happy, Jean!"

Svetlana who was daritadi watching the two of them came to them with a satisfied smile on her face. She hugged Jean without hesitation despite the heavy sweat running down her body.

Meanwhile, Jeanne showed a dissatisfied expression. Piss bulging. This defeat caused Jeanne's authority to collapse. She was a typical possessive older sister who had always wanted to protect her precious little brother.

Jean approaches Jeanne when Svetlana lets go of her embrace. He then tiptoed slightly and patted Jeanne on the head gently, which made the girl very embarrassed.

"Hmmmpphh! Don't pat my head like that!"

"Eh...do..kakak hate me?"

Jean's face was pinched. This surprised Jeanne and immediately apologized to Jean in a nearly tearful tone.

"Easy-after. You two don't fight okay? Let's help me prepare dinner. I'll be home in a minute."

The two nodded and followed Svetlana from behind. As usual, their lives today were also peaceful.