After sending Otome and Rinka home, Sasaki closed the door and walked into the living room.
He had barely started unbuttoning the collar of his outer shirt when Tachibana Yuka, who was lounging on the long sofa, called out.
"Hey, hey, don't sit down yet. Go to the fridge and get me another bottle of cola. Oh, and grab a bag of cucumber-flavored chips too. And a few of those little buns."
Sasaki rolled his eyes in exasperation, stopped unbuttoning, and headed for the fridge.
But he had only taken a few steps…when...
"Wait, one more thing. Clean up the stuff on the table first, otherwise she'll nag me again when she gets back."
Although, previously, Sister Yuka liked ordering people around, but she wouldn't start bossing him the moment he walked in the door.
The main reason she used to order him around wasn't just laziness, it was to get his attention.
Now she was speaking to him in such a harsh tone…
It was hard for Sasaki not to overthink it.
Remembering what Otome had told him earlier about Sister Yuka being in a bad mood because he came home late,
Sasaki turned around and looked at the black-haired girl sprawled on the sofa.
Her waist-length, ink-black hair that was as smooth as silk was casually scattered.
Though mostly neat, some strands hung like broken strings across her chest and waist, looking from a distance like a small black blanket draped over her.
Perhaps she really was deliberately picking a fight, just as Sasaki suspected.
The moment he looked at her, their eyes met.
Unlike the gentle, approachable eyes of Aunt Kyouka and Sister Koharu, Yuka's slightly upturned eye corners gave her a sharp, serious, and intimidating first impression.
Anyone even slightly timid would probably panic and flee under her casual gaze.
Because of her fierce eyes and strong presence, most people overlooked how beautiful her face and figure actually were.
In fact, Tachibana Yuka's looks and body were excellent and lost to no one.
Though her brows and eyes were sharp, they were also watery and bright, full of cleverness with every blink.
Her delicate oval face had full lips, a small elegant nose, and refined features that mixed a girl's charm with a light mature woman's sexiness.
Her skin was fair, smooth, and glowing with the healthy vitality unique to a young woman.
Since it was close to bedtime, she was dressed lightly and casually.
She wore a black short ice-silk pajama top with gold trim.
The top only had four buttons in total.
Whether because she was hot or for some other reason, she had boldly undone one.
This was Sasaki's pajama…
It was already loose on her, and with one button undone plus her side-lying posture…
The snowy white fullness that spilled out, firm and not the slightest bit saggy, reminded Sasaki of a cherry-topped milk-flavored ice cream cone that had started melting and dripping.
Equally eye-catching were her long, waxed-looking snowy white legs exposed by the matching short pajama bottoms.
Tachibana Yuka was unusually tall for a woman, so her legs were impressively long.
But they weren't just long…
They were well-proportioned, snowy white, slender, and toned with beautiful muscle lines.
Those legs were flawless perfection.
People could criticize her personality all they wanted, but no one could deny that she was a stunner in every possible way.
Noticing her idiot little brother's lingering gaze on her body,
Sister Yuka's lips curved up in a barely noticeable smirk.
At least he was still looking at her, which meant he still cared and hadn't just slept and forgotten…
But that didn't mean she was forgiving him for coming home late.
They had only just confirmed their relationship.
It was supposed to be the sweetest time, when they were deeply immersed in each other's affection…
Because of the heavy rain and study reports, she couldn't come home for several days.
She had been missing him terribly, and the moment she finally got back, he spent the whole day fooling around outside!
Even if it was for work and thanking someone, she didn't care!
He should have been home with her!
Thinking about it, the slight smile that had just formed on Sister Yuka's lips instantly disappeared, replaced by an impatient expression.
"What are you looking at! Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out. I told you to clean up, didn't you hear me?"
Well well well...
Whether Sasaki indulged her or not depended on his mood.
When he was in a good mood, he didn't mind letting her bully him a little.
But...right now, her words had soured his mood… so he felt like teasing her.
Without hesitation, Sasaki withdrew his gaze and pretended not to hear her.
Instead, he looked toward Tachibana Koharu, who was warming food for him, and started walking over.
?!!
"Hey, where are you going?
Don't you dare walk away!"
Seeing him silently heading toward Koharu, Yuka, thinking he was angry because of her tone, instantly sat up, clumsily crawled to the other end of the sofa, and grabbed his hand.
Although she didn't want to lose face, she also didn't want him to be mad at her.
But the words had already been spoken.
In the end, Yuka looked up at him.
Her words were tough, but her tone was soft. "Fine, don't clean up if you don't want to. It's no big deal. I'll do it myself later. Why are you ignoring me?"
As she spoke, Yuka's soft white nose started turning red and stinging.
They hadn't seen each other for several days.
She had only used a slightly harsh tone because she was venting her grievances, and he…
Because her body was in a dangerous, fertile state today, her emotions were extra sensitive and prone to overthinking.
And not feeling his care, instead, seeing him ignore her, Yuka started to feel sad.
Seeing that she was about to cry, Sasaki felt a bit panicked.
After all, his original intention was only to tease her a bit.
He had no desire to make her cry.
He didn't like girls crying, except in bed, especially this lovely sister, who had loved him for years.
Hearing her voice begin to tremble with grievance, Sasaki quickly turned around and sat down beside her.
Without pulling away from her tightly gripping hand, he stroked her soft, smooth cheek with his other hand and asked soothingly:
"What's wrong? Why are you about to cry? Weren't you the one who told me to get you a drink?"
From childhood until now, Sister Yuka had rarely cried in front of him.
Only on that night a few days ago had she cried more.
But that was a special case and didn't count.
Hearing him seemingly "accusing" her, Yuka reflexively retorted stubbornly:
"You're the one who's about to cry!
I'm not crying! It's all your fault for ignoring me and making me angry, and you still have the nerve to say that."
Sasaki knew that the only hard part on Sister Yuka's entire body was her words.
Everything else was soft.
He naturally wouldn't take her words seriously.
It seemed like she was really hurt from his actions.
Thinking about it, he lost the urge to tease her.
They were no longer like before.
Her being a Tsundere and him being a little brother.
There were boundaries between them and things he couldn't do.
Now that they had a real relationship, he could comfort her openly and without restraint.
His hand that had been stroking her cheek slid down to her slender, fair neck as he pulled her closer.
After giving some light kisses down on her collarbone, which looked especially sexy because of her tension, soothing her emotions, he said. "I'm not ignoring you. I just didn't speak because I'm really tired."
"I've been accommodating Ayumi-nee's thanks all day and discussing work with Akane-nee… It's all very draining."
Hearing his words and the tired tone, Tachibana Yuka also felt that she was the one being unreasonable.
But even if she was wrong, didn't this rascal bear any responsibility?
She had given him everything of hers, and even… even served him together with...
Couldn't he take better care of her feelings?
And here she was tonight, planning to have Koharu and… serve him together.
Afraid he would ignore her again but still very resentful about his earlier behavior, Sister Yuka pushed him hard.
"Couldn't you even manage a single 'mm' or 'oh'? Do you know how I…"
Not wanting to say something embarrassing like how she had almost cried earlier, Yuka suddenly stopped.
However, stopping halfway made it very uncomfortable for the listener.
Sasaki gently bit her collarbone, leaving a small wet mark and red hickey, then pressed.
"Know what? Say it~"
"It's… it's nothing."
The heat gradually rising in her chest made Tachibana Yuka start paying attention to his kisses.
Tonight her body was very dangerous and easily aroused.
After he kissed her neck a few times, her breathing had already become messy.
But he said he was really tired…
Although she really wanted it, Yuka was worried his body couldn't handle it.
A shy red flush spread across her fair face as she hesitated and asked.
"Um… are you really very tired tonight?"
Hearing this, Sasaki slowly lifted his head.
Tired?
That was just talk.
A young man in his prime was never truly tired.
Sister Yuka might as well have written "I'm in heat, I need your cock" on her face.
Looking at her like that, even if Sasaki was actually tired, he would stubbornly say he wasn't.
In this regard, a man's mouth was always the hardest part.
Seeing through her thoughts,
Sasaki's hand on her neck applied a bit more force and gently laid her flat on the sofa, then looked down at her beauty from above:
"Originally I was really tired, but the moment I came back and saw Sister Yuka I stopped being tired. I missed Sister Yuka a lot too."
Hearing his words, Yuka's face and neck, already dotted with red marks, flushed completely red.
However, she really liked the way his hot possessive gaze slid over her body and liked even even more how he craved her.
However being shy as she was,
Yuka rarely avoided his strong gaze as she looked away and asked in a shy, delighted voice:
"Really?"
Lying flat on the sofa, the dazzling fullness spilling out from her short top looked like piled-up snow and full of lively vitality, like a cool, bouncy pudding, making him parch as Sasaki buried himself into her embrace, rested his chin on her and smiled as he spoke. "Yeah."
Although her face and heart burned from his words, Yuka, not wanting to appear too shy and weak in front of him, let out a light huff and raised her sharp, smooth chin in displeasure.
"If you really missed me, you wouldn't have ignored me earlier and tried to go to Koharu."
Hm...if he honestly admitted he had just been teasing her… once they went back to the room, she definitely wouldn't let him take the lead again.
Although that wasn't bad either after all, he would have to take the lead eventually, but Sasaki couldn't let it always be that way…
So, after weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he decided and said.
"I already told you, I was too tired earlier."
"Also, I wasn't going to Sister Koharu. The fridge is over there, and you told me to get the drink."
"You had the energy to kiss me but not to talk to me?"
"After I told you to get the drink, didn't I also tell you to clean the table? Why didn't I see you move at all!"
"..."
Well..
He was wrong.
He should never try to reason with Sister Yuka.
Realizing this, Sasaki knew that actions worked far better than words on her.
So, he stopped talking, pressed tightly against her curvaceous body, and shifted forward a little.
Not understanding what her idiot little brother was rubbing against her for, Sister Yuka was about to speak when he sealed her lips.
"Mmm~"
The moment his lips touched hers, the sharp brows, which had become fierce from scolding him, instantly melted and became as soft and sweet as cotton candy.
She tilted her slender, beautiful neck and responded to his kiss with eager passion, their lips overlapping and tongues wrestling against each other.
The sloppy kiss continued for a while, soothing Yuka's resentment and making her feel hot all over as Sasaki lifted his head.
He thought that after the kiss, Sister Yuka wouldn't mention anything like "more" or at least wouldn't keep harping on what happened earlier.
But…
As this hazy, watery eyes, looked at him, the words he heard were a mix of shyness and dissatisfaction.
"Such a lewd kiss, and so skilled…
I don't even want to know how many times you've practiced it with her.
Just thinking about it pisses me off. I was clearly the first one who liked you."
Sasaki wanted to retort to that.
He wasn't sure if Sister Yuka was truly the first to like him.
But Otome was the first girl who said she wanted to become his bride.
Because she had been there during their childhood play house game,
Yuka immediately saw what he was thinking while he was dazed as she clenched her small fist and lightly punched him.
The displeasure on her face was obvious:
"Idiot! Have you forgotten who suggested playing house in the first place? It should have been me saying I wanted to… Hmph, that sly pink-haired fox!"
"..."
With Sister Yuka bringing up this not-so-pleasant memory,
Sasaki recalled that it was because of that incident that her relationship with Otome had soured.
Because Otome had stolen Sister Yuka's line, and Sister Yuka had denied Otome's words.
Although it was just children's play, because Sister Yuka made Otome cry, she naturally got lectured by Aunt Kyouka afterward.
After that, the two started seeing each other as rivals.
And because Sister Yuka always ordered him around,
Otome had argued with her many times.
But as they grew older, their fights decreased and their relationship became neither good nor bad.
Now that she was bringing up this old memory, Sasaki was about to gloss over it when she asked:
"Speaking of her, what do you think? You said before that you wanted all of us… How is the progress now?"
Progress… how was it?
Sasaki didn't know how to answer.
Not only had she achieved mastery in hand and throat exercises, there are chest and leg exercises too.
In terms of unlocking new yoga-like sexual positions, Otome was far ahead of Sister Yuka or anyone else for that matter of fact...besides Rinka.
Although she wasn't quirky and curious as Rinka, wanting to experience everything, no matter what he asked, Otome would never refuse him.
But...
Saying that out loud would definitely get him beaten, right?
To be honest, Sasaki didn't expect her to care about Otome's matters.
So, he didn't know how to reply.
In the end, Sasaki could only answer vaguely.
"Progress… is okay, I guess. It's going fine."
"Okay?"
Although she had some unpleasantness with the pink-haired girl because of their childhood incident, she knew Otome truly liked her idiot little brother.
Now that Yuka had already gotten what she wanted.
If possible, she didn't mind giving the pink-haired girl a helping hand.
Taking advantage of the topic being on Otome, she pressed.
"What do you mean 'okay'? If it's good, say good. If it's bad, say bad. What does 'okay' mean?"
"Don't tell me that pink… cough, Otome already knows about us?"
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(End of the Chapter)