"Brother-in-law… are you… telling the truth? Do you just tell whoever asks that you love them most? If it were my second sister asking, you'd say you love her most, right? If it were my eldest sister, you'd say the same, wouldn't you?" Elena looked up at Harry suspiciously, as if searching for honesty in his eyes.
Harry was naturally skilled at handling a young girl like Elena. Facing her doubt, he immediately met her gaze with a firm, serious expression. "Little sister, how could you think of me like that? All three of you are my treasures, but if you ask who I love most, of course it's you—because you're the youngest, the cutest, and especially your breasts… your brother-in-law adores them! Though your eldest and second sister's are big too, they're not as enchanting as yours!"
Elena glanced down at her breasts and nodded proudly. If Harry had said anything else, she might not have believed him—but when it came to her breasts… she did.
