"Alright, alright, it's study time now. I'll be counting on you, Onii-chan."
Komiya Kaho took her textbooks out of her bag, piled them on the table, and then obediently waited for Kaoru.
Kaoru had no choice but to sit beside her and flip through her textbooks and notes.
The handwriting in her notes looked quite neat, though he wasn't sure about her actual academic level.
"How is it?"
"What subjects is Kaho struggling with now?"
"Math, social studies, and science... I wouldn't say I'm terrible at them, but I always feel like I'm in a fog."
"Let me give you some practice problems."
Kaoru began writing in his notebook.
Komiya Kaho leaned in close, her shoulder almost nestling against his as she watched the questions take form under his pen.
"These seem a bit difficult."
"If they're hard, I'll teach you."
"I really do love you the most, Producer-san."
Kaoru had long given up correcting how she addressed him - sometimes it was "dear Onii-chan," other times "Producer-san," basically changing according to her whims.
"Try solving them first. I'll teach you after you finish."
Kaoru slid the notebook toward her.
Komiya Kaho pushed the notebook back toward Kaoru, then moved closer to settle into his embrace, sitting in front of him.
This gesture made Kaoru momentarily dazed.
He had held Komiya Kaho like this before, letting her sit on his lap - children often liked clinging to adults they adored like this.
But that was when she was just a child.
The current Komiya Kaho was no longer a little girl.
Perhaps it was the angle, but with her this close, Kaoru could vaguely see glimpses of the young woman's skin.
She had removed her small suit jacket, leaving only a thin white shirt.
Her delicate, snow-white collarbones were visible before his eyes, while her full chest partially blocked his view, preventing him from seeing her stomach below.
To be honest, seeing her in high school uniform gave Kaoru a fresh feeling.
The fragrance coming from her body felt both familiar and unfamiliar to Kaoru, faintly teasing his desires.
Even when he tried to deliberately ignore it, the sensation from below drew his attention.
The young girl's pert bottom touched against him. He could only see her skirt wrapping around her rounded, full curves, pressed tightly against his thighs.
He couldn't see the scenery further within, only feeling the soft yet elastic sensation.
Kaoru instinctively tried to look away, but accidentally caught sight of her thighs. Her slender legs were clad in black knee-high socks.
With her slightly tall figure, her slim calves appeared delicate yet well-proportioned - neither overly fleshy nor too thin.
Between her knee-high socks and skirt lay an expanse of snow-white skin - the absolute territory of an idol.
Although the agency didn't strictly manage everyone's figures, how could they not pay attention to their own bodies?
When he first saw Komiya Kaho, Kaoru had mistaken her for a high school student.
The young girl's prematurely mature figure was already captivating, let alone now.
"Kaho, aren't you going to ask why?"
Kaoru could only use conversation to distract himself.
"You mean why onii-chan left us?"
Komiya Kaho held her pen, diligently studying the problems while answering somewhat absentmindedly.
"As long as onii-chan has returned, I don't care about that anymore."
Kaoru was taken aback, yet could understand her feelings - she didn't want to learn a truth that might frighten her.
"Does Kaho not care about what I look like now either?"
"Onii-chan's appearance hasn't changed, has it? You just look younger than before."
Komiya Kaho frowned as if feeling uncomfortable, wriggling slightly, "Though before, you looked like a very reliable uncle."
The more she moved, the harder it became for Kaoru to suppress his reaction.
The girl's body had already developed into an incredibly alluring form, and her perky bottom occasionally rubbed against him—something no normal man could endure.
"I wasn't that old before, just in my twenties."
"To me, an uncle is an uncle. Thinking about it now, being approached by a strange uncle in the park was actually pretty scary."
"Getting fooled by an uncle on the first meeting is even scarier, Kaho."
"That's not true! It's only because Producer-san insisted on meeting Mom and Dad that I reluctantly trusted you."
Kaoru patted her head.
She pouted slightly in dissatisfaction before snuggling closer into his embrace a few times, as if adjusting her position.
The girl's soft body kept shifting, and Kaoru could no longer hold back.
Perhaps due to pent-up frustration lately, he unconsciously arched his waist.
"Kaho, could you get down?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I need to use the restroom."
Kaoru fabricated an excuse.
In the past, he would never have passed up such an opportunity with a young girl, but now he had to restrain himself—or risk turning this high school life into an indecent free-for-all.
However, Komiya Kaho replied without even turning her head.
"You can go to the restroom, but honestly, I'm starting to feel a bit overwhelmed too. You've been pressing against me this whole time."
No matter how thick-skinned Kaoru was, he froze at this.
He thought he had hidden it well, never expecting the girl to be fully aware.
What surprised him even more was that the once innocent and adorable Komiya Kaho now understood such matters.
"Onii-chan, don't tell me you thought I didn't know what was happening?"
At some point, Komiya Kaho lifted her charming face, revealing a mischievous smile.
"I am a girl, after all. I know exactly what Onii-chan is thinking here~"
As she spoke, she deliberately or unintentionally rubbed against Kaoru's thigh, as if emphasizing that [here] was precisely where their bodies were pressed together.
"Wait, who taught you these things?"
Kaoru could no longer hold back.
He gripped her shoulders to prevent her from squirming further.
"You did. Even the entire industry knows you engage in backroom deals with your own idols."
Komiya Kaho pursed her lips helplessly—the hero she admired happened to be this kind of person.
"Hold on, am I really that terrible?"
Kaoru tried to defend himself, then recalled another question, his face filled with shock.
"Kaho, aren't you even embarrassed anymore?"
"Mmm, that depends on whether Producer-san sees me as an attractive woman or not."
Komiya Kaho suddenly became bashful. "Madoka-senpai said Producer-san's gaze lingers on chests, bottoms, and thighs, and sometimes he even sneaks glances at others' feet."
"..."
Kaoru fell silent.
'What exactly have you all been teaching her in private?'
"I may not be very confident, but would it really be okay if you made a move on me?"
Komiya Kaho lowered her head. "Even if Producer-san wants multiple girlfriends, I'd still want to date you."
Kaoru could no longer tell whether she was teasing him or speaking from the heart.