"Wha—?! You'd better not be lying to me!"
As Sayuri leaned in closer, expecting Nanaya to whisper some sweet little secret, the words that reached her ears struck like a bolt of lightning!
"Sis, it gets really swollen down there... If I don't take care of it regularly, it gets unbearable—like it's about to explode!"
Not only that, Nanaya even casually mentioned his 25cm dragon.
No wonder Sayuri shrieked in shock.
Her first instinct was to call him a liar—to accuse him of messing with her. But then she remembered how she had misunderstood him earlier.
So, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
When she met his eyes again, she found them just as clear and pure as before—not a trace of deceit.
"How could...?"
"No way..."
As a fujoshi, Sayuri was no stranger to certain... knowledge. But even in the most exaggerated doujinshi, she had never seen something this outrageous!
"Sayuri-nee... You don't believe me?"
Nanaya pouted, looking dejected. He even started to stand up, as if ready to leave.
"W-Wait! I-I do believe you! It's just... shocking, that's all!"
Sayuri was completely fooled by his act—she now saw him as nothing but an innocent, inexperienced boy.
If it were anyone else—whether it was Kato Ran or even Kirigaya—they'd never buy it. After all, this was the same guy who stole her first kiss on their first date and had his hands all over her!
But Sayuri was different.
Nanaya had tailored his approach perfectly, slotting himself right into her "weak spot."
As her affection for him grew, so did her maternal instincts.
And so, she couldn't just let him leave. In fact, the more he spoke, the more she believed him.
"If... if Sayuri-nee really doesn't believe me... you can check for yourself!"
With that, Nanaya took Sayuri's hand and placed it on his belt.
"H-Huh...? W-Wait?!"
The moment her fingers touched the cold leather, Sayuri froze.
Her earlier confidence vanished. Her entire demeanor toward him had done a complete 180.
"I-I do believe you! Why wouldn't I?"
She subtly pulled her hand back. "I just... wanted to understand better, that's all~"
"It's kind of embarrassing to say this..." —Nanaya internally clicked his tongue as he saw her regain her composure— "But you really feel like family to me."
"Even though I like Eriri-senpai... I can't bring myself to get closer. I'm all alone in this world, so... I guess I'm just insecure."
"Don't worry! Like I said, treat this place like your own home. That means you're my little brother now, okay? Just think of me as your sister~"
Of all the women Nanaya had manipulated, Sayuri had the strongest reaction.
He wasn't sure what her exact "type" was, but her "motherly instincts" alone gave him plenty of ways to play her.
Hearing about his "tragic, lonely life," Sayuri could hold back no longer. She wrapped her soft arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Nee-san... you smell so nice..."
Nanaya's head rested against the curve of her chest, the thin fabric of her elegant kimono barely masking the sweet, intoxicating scent beneath.
If he just opened his mouth a little, he could taste the soft, pillowy flesh.
It was tempting.
"Mmm~!"
With just a slight nudge of his head, Sayuri let out a sharp, breathy moan.
Huh? I didn't even do anything yet.
All he'd done was adjust his position, but Sayuri seemed extremely sensitive to even that.
Is this her weak spot?
Nanaya mentally filed that information away for later.
"Nanaya, don't squirm..."
Sayuri lightly patted his head, stopping his movements.
The fact that his hands remained perfectly still only further dissolved her lingering doubts.
Perhaps sensing something, Sayuri shifted him onto her lap, gazing down at him with pure adoration.
"But... nee-san, I'm getting excited..."
The way his voice slipped out from between her thighs made Sayuri's hand freeze mid-air.
"Hm? What do you mean, little brother?"
"I mean... that. Maybe it's because you smell too good..."
Nanaya feigned innocence. "If this bothers you, I should probably go... And I should probably clear things up with Eriri-senpai too..."
He made as if to stand up.
"No! Don't you trust me?"
Sayuri's face instantly crumpled, tears welling up in her eyes. When she saw the hesitation in Nanaya's gaze, she even managed to squeeze out a few drops.
The moment he obediently settled back onto her lap, a strange sense of triumph bloomed in her chest.
"D-Does it really hurt that much?"
"Mhm. I've always had to endure it alone..."
You little fox!
At this point, Sayuri didn't even care whether the things he'd said about Machida Sonoko and the others were true. Right now, all she wanted was to help her "little brother" relieve his "pain."
"Then... close your eyes."
"Huh?"
"Just do it!"
For once, Sayuri put on a stern face—though Nanaya didn't miss the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
Seems even my "big sis" isn't as composed as she pretends.
Under her watchful gaze, Nanaya obediently shut his eyes.
Then came the sound of his belt buckle being undone, the metallic clink ringing in the air.
"Zzzip—"
The zipper being pulled down.
"Rustle... rustle..."
The friction of fabric.
"Haaah...?!"
Sayuri's sharp intake of breath.
It's not even fully grown yet, and it's already this... majestic!
Now she understood why Nanaya had said he was doing this for Eriri's sake.
He really is... such a thoughtful boy.
Sayuri stared in fascination, her fingers lightly brushing against it.
And as it grew even more under her touch, an odd sense of pride swelled in her chest—like a gardener watching her prized plant thrive.
But Sayuri was a terrible gardener.
Because instead of nurturing it properly, she was yanking at it like she wanted to rip it out by the roots!
Yank—yank—
Are you trying to kill the poor thing?!
Nanaya could feel her trembling, inexperienced hands clumsily working up and down.
But...
Why is she so bad at this?
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