"Have we finally arrived?" I asked, my voice flat.
"Yes, we're here. Give me a moment, I'm going to bring some clothes for you two." Onee San replied, her voice a gentle melody.
"Okay," Sarah and I echoed in unison, my response devoid of any real enthusiasm.
We stood on the outskirts of a bustling demihuman village, a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds that seemed to wash over me without making much of an impression. The journey had been arduous, filled with perilous encounters with monstrous creatures. Thankfully, Sarah, ever the skilled adventurer, and Onee San, a whirlwind of arrows that decimated entire packs of enemies, had seen us through. My own contributions felt insignificant in comparison, a mere shadow of their efforts.
Onee San, a master archer with an uncanny ability to rain down death upon her foes, could have swiftly dispatched Kaz the previous day. However, Kaz, anticipating her attack, had somehow activated a powerful spell. This arcane ability allowed him to predict the trajectory of her arrows with uncanny accuracy, forcing her to resort to her sword. The sheer audacity of Kaz's spell, requiring months of dedicated practice to master, left me unimpressed. It was merely a display of skill, nothing more.
Onee San remained largely silent, a palpable awkwardness hanging heavy between us. Sarah, ever the chatterbox, attempted to fill the void with lame jokes, her voice a cheerful counterpoint to the somber mood. I barely registered her words, my mind drifting off to more… interesting thoughts.
"I wonder how long she'll be," Sarah mused, breaking the silence. "Why don't we do something in the meantime?"
"There's no need," I declined, my indifference evident.
"You should at least ask!" Sarah retorted, a hint of playful annoyance in her tone. "Instead of just shutting me down."
"Alright, what do you suggest?" I conceded, the effort of engaging in the conversation feeling like a chore.
"A kiss," she declared, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Think about it, if I hadn't saved you back there, your 'Onee San' wouldn't know you were her brother. You probably would have died. And for my bravery, I deserve a reward."
"That's… quite an unusual reward. this whole thing is so strange in the first place." I stammered, my voice flat. The idea of physical intimacy held no appeal, no spark of excitement.
"What's so strange?" She asked
"Earlier, you wanted to do it with me there. When the need arose, he should have taken you from there because you are very beautiful and cute. He is a boy and you are a girl, but he took me. And now you are a girl and asking for a kiss." I said
"Yes, you are right. So what will you do?" She asked
"I don't have any problem. But you have to go quickly because Onee san can come here. By the way, I don't think she will come in the next few hours, but we can't take the risk." I said
"Then how about this?" she proposed, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You come and kiss me. We'll roleplay. You're the bad boy, you'll kiss me forcefully, and I'll try to resist, but you won't stop kissing me."
"Huh, you're quite the one yourself," I chuckled, the sound hollow and mirthless. "Fine, I'm ready. I'm not like those wimpy anime boys who shy away from a kiss."
"Really? You're not joking?" she challenged, her eyes gleaming with playful disbelief. "Then prove it."
"Alright, let's do this," I declared, my voice devoid of any real conviction.
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and damp earth as Sarah perched on a moss-covered boulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I began to approach, a slow, deliberate stride. In response, she erupted in a playful barrage of leaves and twigs, a shower of green confetti raining down upon me. I continued my advance, unfazed.
"You pedophile, leave me alone!" she whispered, her voice laced with mock indignation.
"Huh? Sorry, not an option," I replied, my voice flat. I closed the distance between us, my gaze fixed on her.
She feebly pushed against my chest, a playful gesture that did little to deter me. I reached behind her, gently grasping a strand of her silken hair, and began to lean in.
To my surprise, I felt no surge of excitement, no flutter of anticipation. My face remained impassive, a mask of indifference. I'm going to kiss possibly the most beautiful girl in Japan but I am not feeling excited at all, there is an indifferent expression on my face.
She covered her lips with one of her hands. I looked at her as if I'm asking her whether she wanted the kiss or not.
She quickly removed her hand from her lips and closed her eyes. Just as our lips were about to meet
Bloodlust? a searing pain erupted in my ribs. I staggered back, gasping. The blow, though weak, had landed with surprising force.
"Oh, it seems I underestimated your strength," a voice drawled, a figure emerging from the shadows.
I'm tired if these misunderstandings.
"Oh Leon, I told you to wait! We can go all the way, at night. But you just can't control your libido." Sarah exclaimed, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation.
"Don't lie to me, Sarah. He was forcing himself on you, wasn't he?" Onee San, the source of the unexpected blow, demanded, her voice laced with concern.
"Absolutely not!" Sarah declared, her voice rising. "I love Leon, truly. But he can be… persistent. And since I love him, it's my duty to fulfill his desires, isn't it?"
My gaze fell upon a brightly colored bag discarded near the boulder. It must be from my sister. Curiosity piqued, I unzipped it, revealing a treasure trove of feminine delights: flowing dresses, delicate blouses, sandals, gloves, necklace... Necklace? What is necklace doing here? Let's see the other things. skirts in a rainbow of hues, many different coloured socks, panties, bras etc. Buried amongst the feminine finery, I found a single set of clothes for myself – a simple shirt and trouser.
Alright, I didn't saw anything. my stuffs were on top of them and I just took them.
"So, are these our clothes?" I asked, a hint of exasperation in my voice. "You bought a mountain of stuffs for Sarah and just one set for me? Are you my sister or hers?"
It's not like I'm jealous. But literally, she brought enough clothes for sarah to last a month, no, a year. And what's the use of makeup items for survival? On the other hand, did she even thought what would I wear If I were to wash my clothes?
"How do you think an older sister should treat her little brother, especially one with a penchant for… inappropriate behavior?" Onee San replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Besides," she added dismissively, "boys don't need a lot of choices when it comes to clothing."
"I'm not a rapist!" I exclaimed, feeling a surge of indignation. "I always kept my distance from Sarah. But yesterday, she accused me of being afraid of… you know… and called me a coward. To scare her, I… I pushed her down and… well, things got a bit out of hand. But then she said that if she were to rape someone, she'd tie them up first to prevent them from screaming. She even offered to let me tie her up!"
"Leon, I know you want to save yourself from your sister's wrath, but this doesn't mean you make up any story." Sarah said
What was she playing at? Was this some twisted game, a roleplaying scenario where I was the beast and she was the sacrificial lamb?
"Sarah-" I began, about to demand an explanation for her bizarre behavior, but Onee San cut me off.
"Enough. I don't want to discuss this any further. And Sarah, if he tries anything again, you tell me immediately."
The last thing I wanted was to continue this absurd conversation. Let things play out as they may.
"O-okay," Sarah conceded, her voice laced with a mischievous glint. "But I don't think he can resist for long. So I'll keep… satisfying his… needs… from time to time."
My needs? Or hers?
"Absolutely not!" Onee San declared, her voice sharp. "Leon has become too spoiled. Don't encourage him, or he'll never learn to respect boundaries."
"Don't worry, Leon," Sarah said, her gaze lingering on me with an unsettling intensity. "When onee san won't be around you, you can do... Me."
"No need." I said.