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Chapter 293: Do you mind.
🕑 Added 2024-12-16 15:12:31 +0000 UTCSorry about that.
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"Aunt Kyouka's face is so red. Do you need your temperature checked again?”
In the kitchen, Sakuragi Otome, who was helping serve the rice, asked with concern as Kyouka walked in slowly.
Her body was fine—just her legs felt weak.
Unconsciously pressing her thighs together under her sleeping robe, Tachibana Kyouka walked over to the kitchen with a slightly awkward gait.
“No, it’s nothing. The air conditioner wasn’t on, and I slept for a long time, so it feels a bit warm…”
Already coming up with an excuse for later when she’d need to wash the bedsheets, she reached out to take the rice porridge Otome handed over. “Thank you, Otome, Koharu. I didn’t help much~”
“Aunt Kyouka, please don’t say that. It’s no trouble at all…”
It felt as though Aunt Kyouka had undergone some sort of change, though Sakura Otome couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was.
So, after blinking a few times, she brushed off this seemingly baseless suspicion and asked casually:
“Fuyumi, he…”
“Fuyumi went upstairs to call Yuka.”
Kyouka felt a pang of guilt toward these younger ones.
After all, as an older woman, here she was…
It was clear to her that Yuka and Otome both had special feelings for Fuyumi.
Not wanting to stand in their way, Kyouka tentatively asked:
“Otome, would you mind living with us… uh, together like this? Would it feel like too much trouble for you?”
Her lover lived here, so meeting him often meant she would need to come by frequently.
As long as Aunt Kyouka, the elder, wasn’t annoyed by it, how could Otome possibly feel burdened?
Shaking her head quickly, Otome carried the last plate of food to the table and replied, “Not at all! Everyone being together is so lively—how could that be troublesome~?”
“On the contrary, this is just perfect…”
“…”
Looking at the girl who had always taken care of Fuyumi, Kyouka had no idea how to tell Otome about her plans with Reika.
In the end, she could only mask her unease with a smile.
Sitting nearby and waiting for the meal, Rinka Okino caught sight of her hesitant expression.
Remembering what Brother Fuyumi had told her that night about Aunt Kyouka’s plans, she began piecing things together.
Brother Fuyumi hadn’t given her a signal yet, so now clearly wasn’t the time to tell Otome about it.
Judging by Aunt Kyouka’s demeanor, she didn’t seem ready either.
After quickly analyzing the situation, the clever girl pulled Aunt Kyouka down to sit in a chair, cheerfully sayingz "Exactly! Everyone should always stay as one big family~.”
“Mhm, mhm.” Tachibana Koharu nodded in agreement.
Wanting to keep things harmonious, Aunt Kyouka smiled and gently stroked Rinka’s soft hair.
This matter would have to be left to Fuyumi.
It was up to his abilities now; she really didn’t know how to handle it herself.
If she were to explain it, it would feel too formal, almost cruel, like delivering a stern announcement to the girls.
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Unaware of Kyouka’s helplessness—nor worried about it even if they did know,
Sasaki lay on his bed, receiving a video from someone in his contacts saved as "Kirishima."
The video was short, only about ten minutes long.
He had no intention of reviewing or commenting on it yet.
Instead, he sent her a message:
[Aside from the video, take some casual photos of you guys hanging out, like when you go shopping. If possible, also get some shots when you check into hotels.]
21:10 [Read]
After reading the message, she didn’t reply immediately.
So, Sasaki wasn’t sure if she was busy or simply annoyed at his requests, but he didn’t press or rush her, and waited patiently.
A few minutes later, she responded:
[Got it.]
21:13
Glancing at the timestamp, Sasaki sent a brief message to several girls, including Sakura, Natsuha, Momo, and Yukiha, saying:
"A friend asked me to play games."
He then ended those casual conversations, grabbed a workbook from his desk, and headed to Koharu-nee’s room.
Standing at her door, where her nameplate read “Koharu,” Sasaki felt a bit strange.
Given Koharu-nee’s lack of resistance toward him and their earlier mutual understanding, Sasaki felt there was a strong chance that their tutoring session might eventually delve into… biology.
But since he was quite confident in his self-control, Sasaki firmly pressed down the door handle.
“Koharu-nee, I’m coming in~.”
Since Koharu-nee and Yuka-nee didn’t live at home all the time due to their classes, their rooms weren’t particularly personalized.
After glancing around the room briefly, Sasaki focused on the girl lying on the bed.
Unlike the graceful image she exuded while cooking, with her long hair tied up, Koharu-nee now had her hair down and was wearing glasses, giving her an air of intelligence and elegance.
This intellectual charm stood in stark contrast to her plump figure, which exuded an irresistible allure.
It was the weekend, so naturally, her attire wasn’t overly formal.
She was wearing a loose, oversized pink graphic T-shirt.
With her back straight and her phone placed on a pillow, Sasaki could see from the doorway the cherry cream pudding on a pink plate partially exposed on the bed.
Tracing his gaze downward from the white pudding, Sasaki’s eyes moved to her soft, flat stomach pressed against the bed.
Opposite to this was her slender neck and the perfect curve at the end of her supple waist.
Despite not arching her back intentionally, her petite shorts revealed a full and round figure beneath, one that seemed almost impossibly perfect.
The bit of pale skin exposed at the edge of her shorts resembled freshly cooked rice dumplings—just a gentle pinch with chopsticks, and the sugary filling inside would ooze out slowly.
Speaking of chopsticks… Sasaki’s gaze drifted again, this time to the smooth, shapely legs extending from the bed.
Koharu-nee and Yuka-nee were about the same height, with legs of similar length.
However, Koharu-nee, who usually wore long skirts, rarely showed off this particular asset.
So when Sasaki occasionally thought of who had the longest, straightest legs, Yuka-nee would come to mind first.
Hmm if he were being honest, though, Aunt Kyouka’s legs were the longest.
His thoughts began wandering to others.
But because of their strikingly similar appearances, despite not being related by blood, the image of Aunt Kyouka and Sister Koharu gradually overlapped in his mind.
Sasaki’s heartbeat quickened slightly.
Suppressing a likely inevitable fantasy, he closed the door and, under the girl's gentle smile, sat at the edge of the bed.
“Did I disturb you, Koharu-nee?”
“Not at all~.”
Sitting up without minding the pale skin revealed by her movements, Tachibana Koharu held her phone and leaned close to Sasaki.
“Fuyumi, listen to this song. Isn’t it beautiful?”
She was always like this, making seductive gestures unintentionally.
Her smooth, snow-white shoulder gleamed under the soft, warm overhead light, exposed by the loose, slanted neckline of her clothing.
As Sasaki glanced at her, noticing the slight rise of soft whiteness near her underarm, he couldn’t help but feel something was missing.
It seemed—or rather, it was certain—she wasn’t…
The two of them had already confessed their feelings to each other, yet she still acted so defenseless.
In moments of solitude like this, her behavior almost felt like she was deliberately tempting him to cross the line.
Sasaki wrapped his arm around her waist, which was softer and plumper compared to Yuka-nee’s and scooped her legs up, cradling her in his lap.
“It’s a nice song, but it doesn’t compare to how beautiful Koharu-nee’s singing was earlier~.”
Tachibana Koharu as if oblivious to how intimate their posture was, showed no reaction to being held, and sat comfortably in Sasaki’s lap, laughing softly in a gentle voice:
“Really? Fuyumi is such a sweet talker~.”
Don’t be so unresisting… You’re making this…
Her gentle and obedient demeanor, combined with the soft, plump and perky sensation of her ass pressing against his cock, made Sasaki’s breath hitch and his meat rod to pulse.
His thoughts, like a car with failed brakes, hurtled uncontrollably toward a mental “No Trespassing” sign.
Despite having already exerted himself physically several times today, his inner tension was still unrelieved which could be clearly felt from his hardening substance.
Muttering to himself about becoming like a “pile driver,” Sasaki gently laid the dazed and confused Koharu-nee onto the bed.
Modesty and shyness made Tachibana Koharu clasp her smooth, soft legs tightly together.
Her pale hands, tinged with a faint pink hue, were clenched like little buns in front of her chest as she gazed up shyly and timidly at Sasaki, whose face could not be seen clearly due to the overhead light behind him.
“Fuyumi~?”
Though she didn’t fully understand what Sasaki intended to do, Koharu could sense from his gaze, her own intuition and the sudden hardness she felt beneath her butt before he laid her down that he wanted to do something intimate with her.
Thinking about it, petite toes curled up adorably in nervous anticipation.
However, not knowing what she should do, Koharu blinked her watery eyes, her soft lips parting and closing as she repeatedly called his name:
“Fuyumi~ Fuyumi~.”
Sasaki, gazing at her adorably dazed expression, let his arms, which were propped on either side of her head, relax as he leaned in gently until their foreheads touched.
"Do you like me?” he asked softly.
“Mm~,” Koharu answered without hesitation, her tone firm and decisive.
His hands moved slowly upward, from her belly and then resting on one of her soft melons as he asked again:
“Do you mind?”
“Mm~~ No, I don’t mind.”
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