A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 131-135
Chapter 131: Brother and Sister, Embracing Each Other ☆
“N! Haa, Shun-nii… So much is coming out… ♡”
Even the brief pause of our kiss feels lonely, a thought that shows how spoiled I’ve become. Yuki, with a dazed expression, asks me.
“…Hehe, did it feel good?”
Her breath is heavy, and her slightly devilish tone makes me think of her as an incredibly erotic girl.
“…It felt absolutely incredible… But, um.”
Even so, I have things to reflect on.
“Sorry, I came so quickly, and inside, all of a sudden, so much.”
The pleasure of having sex with Yuki made me release semen so easily, so frantically, that I feel my shoulders slump.
“Mufufu, nn, if you felt good, Shun-nii, there’s absolutely no problem at all… ♡ N, and I know you cherish me, getting so excited for me, even now.”
Despite my quick finish, Yuki places a hand on her lower abdomen, saying happily, “It’s all still inside, it makes me so happy.”
As Yuki moves, my dick slides out with a zuru. Even her “N!” during that moment becomes fuel for my arousal.
Finally free of the intrusion, she checks her crotch, then looks at my face and dick.
“…Even after all that, your dick is still hard, Shun-nii. You’re still doki doki for me.”
Yes, despite ejaculating so much, my dick remains hard right in front of her. The rod, coated in her love juices, seems to demand more release—a shameless reflection of my insatiable desire.
I can’t lie in this situation, not to Yuki.
“…Yeah, honestly, your pussy, your kisses, everything is so erotic, I can’t calm down at all. I came so fast, I’m really sorry.”
As I say this, Yuki places a finger on my lips, whispering “Shh” with a small voice, grinning at me.
“I won’t let you say sorry, Shun-nii! ♡”
Her gesture is irresistibly cute and kind.
“You stayed hard inside me, always so excited, there’s not a single bad thing about that! ♡”
In the end, her emotions always surpass mine. Receiving kindness from someone I just had sex with makes me anxious about whether I deserve it.
“Actually, I held you down with my legs, which could be called forceful sex… But I was feeling good.”
Her worry about being “forceful” might be something to be cautious about in this world. But I blurt out, “No, it wasn’t forceful at all. If anything, it excited me.”
“…But I came inside you again. Was that okay? And it doesn’t hurt now, does it?”
“Fufun, I’m properly taking the pill, Shun-nii! ♡ For girls, starting around my age to lighten periods is common, they say.”
Taking the pill for contraception—Asagi-san, Maki-san, and Yukari-san have mentioned it. Asagi-san told me she started the pill before our second time.
“My periods aren’t that heavy, so I thought I didn’t need it last year. But to do erotic things with you, I have to be responsible!”
I know it’s not the morning-after pill from our first time but a daily one. Still, she’s the one thinking about contraception, while I’m just indulging in raw creampies.
A pregnancy at her age could ruin her life. Yet she keeps smiling at me.
“…Thank you, Yuki. I’m putting a burden on you.”
My dick, messy with her juices and my semen, feels more vivid with the word “pill.” That’s surely due to her care.
“No way, being close to you, my head all floaty while you cum, feels like a lifetime of happiness, so it’s completely fine!”
Talking with my dick still hard, the conversation itself is stimulating.
“…From now on, when you’re doki doki for me, wondering if I’m okay, you don’t need to worry. I’m always kissing you, clinging to you.”
As if I’d ever settle for thinking she’s “just okay.”
“And the only time it hurt was that one moment during our first time. After that, your dick has only made me feel good… ♡”
She gives me not just kind words but lascivious ones too. With her usual innocence, she’s now fully a captivating girl craving sex with me.
“…I’m always feeling good too.”
“Then we’re the same! ♡”
My emotions are shaken.
“…I’m already doki doki again. Can I be just a bit more selfish, Shun-nii?”
Her words make my spine tingle. My dick stays hard, and her selfishness, possibly including erotic things, keeps my excitement from fading.
“…Yeah, I want you to say lots…!”
No matter the situation, I want to meet her gaze. Not just as a brother, but as a man wanting to make her happy, even if it’s small.
“Good! ♡ There’s still time, so I want to do just a bit more with you…”
Her clock shows 9:56 p.m., meaning we have about 30 minutes, I realize.
Even after insertion, my just-ejaculated dick swells easily. The idea that we can have sex because there’s time—a possibly depraved logic—is presented.
“…Yeah, Yuki, I want more too.”
But I can’t think it’s bad because it’s depraved. If Yuki, my delicate and lascivious sister, allows it, I want to feel good more.
My perhaps unworthy, overconfident, too-blunt words earn her smile. She hugs me, pressing my erect dick against her stomach.
“Ah, n, hehe, your big dick, Shun-nii… It’s selfish, but just for now, haa, I hope you cum lots inside me… ♡”
Called big, told to cum—it shouldn’t be. Yet her words, implying vaginal ejaculation, blow away my reason, an angelic whisper urging me to give everything to the girl before me.
※
We kiss repeatedly, and each time, Yuki gives me a soft smile. Adored by a guy like me, we start having sex again.
“If possible, I want to do it where we can kiss… Is that okay?”
Her proposal pushes past doki doki to shatter my rationality. No, cumming inside her already means my rationality’s gone. I respond to her “request.” Of course I do.
So, without flair, I choose the missionary position.
“Your dick’s already twitching again, Shun-nii! ♡”
With a pillow under her head, happily watching my dick, she waits. Naturally, I can see her cute face, small breasts, and perfect navel.
“…If it hurts, Yuki, tell me.”
“Yup, but it’s yours, so it won’t hurt! ♡”
Driven wild, my dick endlessly erect, in this syrupy situation, I harden further.
Despite being my sister, smaller than me, she’s steps ahead, grinning at my rod. The distance to her pussy, just penetrated, shrinks to centimeters.
“Nihehe, I’ll make you feel good again, Shun-nii… Like our first time, same position! ♡”
Like our first time, I’m about to thrust into her bare body. I slowly place both hands on her waist, ready to stop if she seems in pain, checking her slit.
This time, I’ll hold back properly, make Yuki feel good.
“…Here I go.”
“Yup, let’s have sex, Shun-nii! ♡”
With her words melting me, I slowly push my dick in.
“N! ♡ Yours, it’s going in, ah, au! ♡”
Even her tight pussy feels amazing. As I push slowly, her “Ah, n” moans keep my dick rock-hard.
“Ugh, Sh-Shun-nii’s, ugh, ah! ♡ It’s deep again… ♡”
Like before, the base doesn’t fully enter. Her pussy’s depths kiss my tip.
“Fuhehe, Shun-nii, come here… ♡”
Despite possible pain, she keeps her lascivious smile, reaching out. Her action is cute, but accepting it presses our naked bodies together.
“Yuki, does it hurt…?”
“Yup, no pain at all, it’s so, ah, doki doki again… ♡”
She wraps her arms around my back, hugging me tightly.
“My hugs might not feel great, sorry, but I really wanted to…”
Her words, though genuine, include something I must deny.
“No, Yuki, that’s not true, your breasts, everything, so soft…!”
Her budding breasts squish, their tiny peaks rubbing my skin. It’s like learning the differences in our bodies through wildly erotic sex.
“…Inside feels good too, so it’s, really, erotic…!”
Erotic—a simplistic word. I wish I could find prettier ones.
“Ah, Shun-nii, ah, with me, aa! ♡ I’m, weird, I might break… Ehehe! ♡”
She moves to kiss me again but stops, as if struck by an idea.
“N, Shun-nii! ♡”
Feeling pleasure, her innocent self is always before me.
“…Then, don’t ever hold back… ♡”
“Yuki, that’s…!”
No rough sex, I must cherish her, not hurt her—my thoughts are preempted by her.
“N, I’m with you like this, au, hehe, hugging, having sex, it’s always so good, so…”
“…Move your dick, feel good! ♡ With you, I’ll always feel good, no matter what… ♡”
Another kiss from her, as if sucking up my restraint, sweet and melting.
“N, nn, nnn! N, puha, ah, aa! ♡”
I’m broken, that’s all I realize.
When our lips part briefly, hugging her, I say, “Sorry, Yuki,” but then I drown in her pussy.
“Ah! ♡ Shun-nii! ♡ Aa, yan, your dick, auu! ♡”
Thrusting, not wanting to let go. I don’t move too fast or could. Her pussy dominates me with the desire to feel good together.
“Yuki, feels good, ugh, sorry…”
“Aa, don’t apologize, ah! ♡ Yaa, Shun-nii, hyau! ♡ Already, Shun-nii, aa! ♡”
My simple movements earn her moans, feeling like they’re just for me, fueling my possessiveness, though I shouldn’t.
“Haa, ah, I love this! ♡”
Her “love” makes my hips move, my dick harden. In her increasingly slick pussy, I’m probably leaking precum too.
But I’ll hold back. This time, to make her feel good.
“Ah! ♡ Yaa, I’m, c-cumming, ah, nnn! ♡”
Her body trembles slightly, her pussy loosening a bit, my dick sensing it. It’s still tight, but she might have climaxed.
“Ugh, haa, Yuki…!”
Moaning pathetically, I check her face, hidden by our hug.
I can’t help but tense.
“Fuhehe… Your dick made me cum again, Shun-nii… So happy… ♡”
Her melted eyes, half-open mouth, flushed cheeks—she shows me a woman’s expression.
“Ah, you’re looking, Shun-nii… Ehehe, my face is awful, right, but you’re looking… ♡”
Noticing my gaze, catching her breath, she returns it, both sexual and earnest.
“No way, Yuki, you’re always, absolutely, cute…!”
Praising a girl isn’t something I’m 100% confident in. But for a captivating woman belittling herself, if I’m enough, I must call her captivating.
“Cute, that’s too much…”
Accepting my words, she pulls me closer.
“…Saying that, I’m gonna kiss you again, Shun-nii… N! ♡”
Her sweet words and kiss overwhelm my emotions and desire, an extraordinary act.
Chapter 132: Brother and Sister, Love, Lust, and Conversation ☆
“N! ♡ Nn! ♡ Fuu! ♡ Shun-nii… ♡”
Her voice calling my name pours directly into my mouth. The tight yet slick interior of my precious sister’s pussy, lubricated by her love juices, glides over my dick.
“Yuki… N, ugh…”
The sensation of her budding breasts pressing against my chest is something I’ll never get used to. This adorable girl’s body, a developing figure brimming with allure, is one any man from my old world would yearn to touch.
Yet here I am, greedily claiming Yuki’s body all for myself. Even though I intend to be gentle, the act of staying pressed together, kissing continuously, fuels my desire to ejaculate inside the sister I should cherish.
Each thrust of my dick elicits a “N! ♡ Nn! ♡” from Yuki. Our tongues entwine repeatedly, and this brother-sister sex is now unstoppable—only Yuki herself could halt it.
“N! ♡ N! ♡ Haa, haa, Shun-nii… ♡”
For a moment, she breaks away from my lips to catch her breath.
“I’m being made to feel so good by you, Shun-nii… You, who I need to cherish, are spreading my tummy… ♡”
Those words are lethal, igniting an overwhelming excitement. Her still-developing pussy is being stretched by a man like me—a brother lusting after his sister.
“Fuhehe, but it has to be you, Shun-nii, or I don’t want it… ♡”
She pulls me close for another kiss, and I can’t help but resume thrusting into her.
“N! ♡ Nn! ♡ N, nnn! ♡”
As her body trembles slightly, her pussy becomes easier to move in. Like before, is she reaching climax? If so, I’m thrilled, my heart racing as I continue moving my dick.
“Fuu! ♡ N, nmu, Shun-nii, nn! ♡”
“N, Yuki…”
My intent to be gentle remains firm. Yet, in her loosening pussy, my desire is exploding, and semen is already starting to build.
I’m still holding back at the tip. It’s okay, I can still make Yuki feel good.
“N, haa, faa, Shun-nii…”
But.
When Yuki breaks the kiss, it’s a moment of catching breath and giving me words. That’s when I can’t resist wanting to see her face.
“It’s selfish, but right now, I just want to hold you tight, Shun-nii… ♡”
My delicate sister, who keeps stealing my gaze, moves her legs to wrap around my waist. Just like our previous sex, it’s to keep my dick from pulling out.
“Sorry for being a selfish little sister… ♡ I want my tummy filled with you, Shun-nii… ♡”
I want to say it’s not selfish, but my lips are sealed again by hers.
There’s no escape, and thinking of escape is absurd. I want to fulfill everything Yuki desires.
“N! ♡ Nn! ♡ I love you, Shun-nii… ♡”
“Ugh, Yuki, I’m, cumming…”
Though I held out longer this time, in the face of Yuki’s intense emotions and eroticism, my dick is powerless. Cumming too soon risks disappointing her, yet she effortlessly crosses that line of restraint.
When I say I’m about to cum, her arms tighten around me, her lips pressing to mine until I can barely breathe. It feels like she’s trying to break my restraint, telling me I don’t need to hold back.
And my desire reaches its breaking point.
“!”
Spilling semen like something’s snapped, it’s no different from our last sex. And doing so while our tongues entwine is exactly the same.
“Nn! ♡ Shun-nii, n, fuu! ♡ Again, it’s coming… ♡”
It might be hitting her deepest part, maybe even her cervix, but I’m pouring thick, viscous semen into her. It’s supposed to be a deeply immoral act.
Yet, being held so tightly by Yuki makes me feel it’s not. I know it’s my own indulgence.
I know, and yet.
“Love, you… ♡”
With her boundless emotions and my hopeless desire, I keep unloading deep inside her pussy.
※
Kissing endlessly, losing track of time, Yuki and I naturally part our lips. Thinking we’re in sync might be presumptuous.
She looks at me with a dazed expression. Receiving the full force of my captivating sister’s gaze, with my dick still inside her, feels like a situation I don’t deserve.
“Mufufu, I love being looked at by you, Shun-nii… ♡”
“…Yeah, I get doki doki when you look at me, Yuki…”
Even that anxiety is erased by her. That’s why my raw emotions spill out.
As my finally softening dick withdraws, she lets out an “N, ah!” Not a moan, yet it stirs my feelings again.
When my rod slides out, her slightly stretched slit and oozing semen come into view. It’s undeniable proof I came inside her.
“…Wow, your dick got all messy with me, Shun-nii.”
Staring curiously at my juice-coated dick, she doesn’t let the sweetness fade even after ejaculation.
“Looking like this, it’s clear we had lots of sex, stirring up my insides.”
Her words, even if driven by curiosity, pierce my heart. Sitting up slowly, matching my position on the futon, she even says, “…Nihihi, thank you! ♡”
“…I’m the one who’s grateful, Yuki. It felt so good, and you’re so kind, I really mean it.”
To my indulgent self, she makes a thoughtful gesture. Even that makes me want to call her cute.
“Hmm, you don’t need to thank me at all. But since it’s your feelings, I’ll accept them.”
Amid her overflowing kindness, she glances at the clock and lets out an “Ah.”
“Muu, about 15 minutes left, huh. I’d love to do more, but I shouldn’t push you, so for the last thing…”
Her gaze shifts back to my dick.
“…Your dick got dirty with me, so I’ll wipe it clean, okay?”
Saying that, she takes a few tissues from her pack on the desk. I realize I’m letting a girl handle post-sex cleanup again.
“Ah, I-I should do it myself, it’s, um, not fair to you, Yuki…”
Like Yukari-san, she not only doesn’t complain about cleaning my post-ejaculation dick but is eager. Still, it’s clearly me being spoiled.
“Come on, you can’t think it’s unfair to me, Shun-nii! ♡”
Even when I try to decline out of guilt, my sister won’t allow it.
“And, when you cum twice, it gets this soft, huh? I gotta remember that.”
As she starts cleaning my dick, her startling words make me think she’s studying our sex.
Too soft to call erect, she handles it with care.
“Does it hurt, Shun-nii?”
“…No, not at all, but sorry, Yuki.”
“Fufu, no apologizing now, Shun-nii! ♡”
Using a few tissues, she removes the juices from my dick. After consecutive ejaculations, no easy erection returns, which might be timely.
“All done, I think!”
Handling my dick, she acts so brightly, truly my carefree sister.
The long-feeling sex is drawing to a close, a sentiment I feel on my own.
“…Chuu! ♡”
In that instant, a sweet sensation jolts my tip.
“Thank you for doing it for me, Shun-nii! ♡”
A fleeting kiss on my dick’s tip, the place that kept spilling semen, comes with her beaming smile, melting me.
※
In the sweet atmosphere, we redress in our yukatas. Even then, she looks at me, saying, “Seeing you like that gets me doki doki, Shun-nii.”
I’m the one doki doki watching her put on panties and cover her breasts with just the yukata. Belatedly, realizing we’ll face each other braless in yukatas, my emotions are bound to shift.
But for now, we lie side by side on her futon, cuddling. When she says she wants to talk alone until the last moment, I can’t help but comply. I need to rein in my desire this time.
“…Ah, I really need to work harder to get into your school, Shun-nii!”
With a face full of cuteness, holding my hand, she explains why.
“I want to be in the same place as you during the day, go home together, and talk a lot—that kind of life. I wanna call Asagi-san and Maki-san ‘senpai’ too.”
I nod slightly as she grips my hand tightly. It’s heartwarming that she’s aiming for my school, but I feel a tinge of guilt.
“And I want to see for myself that you’re enjoying life. I hear from Asagi-san and others, but still.”
If she has other dreams or schools in mind, I might be taking away her future.
“…Yuki, do you have, like, things you want to do in the future? Like high school or college?”
“Hmm, I haven’t thought much about it, more like I hope to find something. I haven’t decided on arts or sciences either, but, oh!”
She grins again.
“…I’ve decided I want to be with you forever, if possible, Shun-nii! ♡”
Her habit of slipping sweetness into every moment draws out my honest feelings.
“…I’d be happy if I could be with you, if you’re there.”
“Hehe, yay! ♡”
Wanting to be together as brother and sister, and as man and woman. She accepts it, giving me another light kiss.
“I think I’ve gotten really good at balancing time with you, Mom, Neechan, and studying. So I’m learning a lot, and my grades are going up.”
“Yeah, I think you’re working hard, Yuki.”
“Hehe, so I’ll keep studying hard, but also cherish our time, and push forward from here!”
Lately, she’s said she studies efficiently when focused, even earning praise from her tutor, so her skills are growing.
“…So, Shun-nii, when I’m studying, spend time with Asagi-san or other girls, doing happy things! ♡ I said it before, but yeah.”
She even affirms my time with Asagi-san, Maki-san, and other women. “Happy things” shows she fully understands my actions.
“…Yeah, but, Yuki, if you ever get tired of what I do…”
I start to say she should say so, but her “Shh” and index finger stop me.
“I’ll never get tired of it! ♡ I want to see you feel good and make everyone happy!”
My thoughts are always unraveled by her words, and by this beaming smile that melts me.
“…So let’s be happy with everyone, Shun-nii! ♡”
And by the light, firm press of her lips.
※
Until the promised 10:30, we talk, sitting together on one chair like at the start. What Mom and Yukari-san are talking about, never playing darts—wholesome, calm topics.
Yuki, nestled in my arms, smiles with complete ease. Her lascivious self from earlier was captivating, but this Yuki, spending time with me, is equally cute and kind.
During a pause in our conversation, like an angel passing by, the front door’s lock clicks open.
Mom and Yukari-san are back, I think, and Yuki meets my gaze.
“…Hey, wanna kiss?”
One last kiss before they enter the room. I don’t even question accepting it naturally—I’m utterly smitten with her.
Our lips touch lightly and part. Her grinning face is something I’ll never get used to.
“Alright, let’s go to the door! I wanna say ‘Welcome back!’”
She stands energetically, turning to take my hand.
Wanting to protect her smaller hand is, perhaps, my selfish sentiment. Thinking I’m a man capable of that might be too conceited.
I know that.
“…Yeah, together.”
Yet I take her offered hand, gripping it firmly.
Chapter 133: A Family Night, a Night of Being Stroked
Our welcome, or more precisely, Yuki’s cheerful “Welcome back!” seems to catch Mom and Yukari-san slightly off guard, their expressions tinged with surprise.
“It feels a bit strange to hear that in a place like this, but I suppose it’s like saying ‘I’m home,’ isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s right! It’s somehow… makes my heart race. Thank you so much…!”
Mom responds calmly, while Yukari-san speaks with her head slightly lowered, yet both take it positively. I want to believe it’s the same for me, even though I could only manage a small voice.
“Fufun, we’re family, so I always want to say ‘welcome back’!”
“Yes, yes, but since we’re here, let’s go back to the room to talk. It’s getting late, and we’re probably not going to play in the main building anymore, right?”
“Yup, we can do that in the morning if there’s time. For now, let’s stay in the room until bedtime!”
Yuki and Mom’s exchange sets our course of action. In the midst of this, Yukari-san glances at me, only to lower her face again.
“S-Sorry…”
Her words, muttered softly, are barely a fragment I can catch.
“N-No, it’s okay.”
I’m not even sure what I mean by “okay.” What did she and Mom talk about? What feelings does she have toward me and Yuki? I still can’t know everything.
※
Back in the tatami room, we sit on rattan chairs, gazing outside while sipping tea, spending a peaceful time. That said, it’s already 11:30 p.m., and we’re approaching the time to think about sleep.
“Yuki, you seem kind of sleepy.”
Mom’s comment to Yuki echoes something I’ve vaguely noticed too.
“…I really want to stay up a bit more, but… I’m getting sleepy…”
Indeed, Yuki, who’s been chatting animatedly, is gradually showing a sleepy demeanor. Mom says, “You’ve been so excited all day. No wonder you’re tired.” But for me, a pang of guilt creeps in, wondering if I exhausted her with our sex.
“Muu, Mom and Yukari-neechan don’t seem sleepy at all…”
“That’s because adults get used to staying up late. Anyway, Yuki, if you want to talk, let’s do it on the futons, okay?”
“Maybe… Oh, I’m taking that futon!”
“The one that’s obviously all messed up? Got it.”
Even Mom’s innocent remark makes my heart skip. We’re not hiding my relationship with Yuki, yet it still startles me.
“But, Yuki, are you sure about the one on the edge? I thought you’d want the middle one.”
“It’s fine! When I sleep, I want Mom, Neechan, and Shun-nii to talk together… That’s what I was thinking…”
Even though she’s sleepy, her words carry genuine feeling. In other words, among the four futons lined up side by side, she wants me, Mom, and Yukari-san to be next to each other.
“I kinda hogged Shun-nii earlier, so now I want you two to have him all to yourselves… Fuwaa…”
Seeing her nod off in the chair reveals the depth of her sleepiness.
“Oh, Yuki. That aside, I was thinking it’s about time for bed anyway.”
With Mom’s words, our conversation shifts to the futon room. The four futons are lined up side by side, and while they could be moved, the mood doesn’t call for rearranging them.
“This one’s mine!”
Yuki slowly makes her way to her futon and immediately lies down. “Nn, I’m still okay, I’m awake…” she says, but her voice’s volume and the way her eyes are barely open suggest she’s on the verge of snoring.
She probably wants to keep chatting, but I can’t force her to stay awake.
“Okay, okay, you can talk more when you wake up.”
“Nn, yeah, I’ll do that…”
As she says this, her eyelids seem to close. If she’s pushing herself for me, I absolutely need to let her rest. I might’ve messed up by not saying “good night,” though.
“Well, it looks like Yuki’s pretty much asleep. If we moved her spot without asking, she’d probably get mad.”
Looking at Yuki, now sleeping on her side, Mom adds, “Besides, I can’t wake her when she’s sleeping so peacefully.” It’s the same feeling I have.
“So, I’ll take this spot, and Yukari-chan, you’ll be on the other side, on the edge, okay?”
“Y-Yes! That’s completely fine with me!”
After Yukari-san responds, Mom turns to me.
“Shun-kun, since Yuki went out of her way to say that, would you like to talk a bit more if you’re up for it? Oh, but if you’re sleepy, that’s totally fine, and Yukari-chan, I hope I’m not dragging you into my chatter.”
I’m still only mildly sleepy. The physical toll of ejaculating twice with Yuki is there, but it’s no reason to refuse talking with Mom or Yukari-san.
“I’m okay.”
“I’m the one who should say, um, thank you…”
To our responses, Mom gives a smile filled with gratitude. We sit on Mom’s futon, positioned so we can all see Yuki sleeping on the one beside us.
“…She really looks happy, doesn’t she, Yuki?”
And so, our three-way conversation begins. As Mom says, Yuki’s sleeping face looks somehow content, perhaps seeing sweet dreams.
“…I think so too. Not just today, but these past few months especially, Yuki-sama has seemed truly happy. It really gives me so much energy.”
Yukari-san’s heartfelt words resonate with me, though mine are tainted by sexual undertones.
“Ufufu, she adores you too, Yukari-chan. I feel like you’re getting closer, and everyone’s bonding.”
After saying this, Mom looks at me again.
“It’s really thanks to you, Shun-kun. You’ve spent so much time talking and sharing moments with Yuki, creating this warm atmosphere that’s reached Yukari-chan too.”
“Y-Yes… I think Shun-sama’s closeness with Yuki-sama has spread this cozy feeling more and more…”
I always feel everyone overestimates me.
“…I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, I get anxious, but, um…”
To my honest words, Mom replies, “Oh, really?”
“You’re doing great, facing everyone and talking with them. Being able to connect with girls is pretty rare in today’s world.”
In this world, it seems there’s hardly any pattern of guys confidently wooing girls. The dynamic of assertive women and passive men is strong.
“And you know, Shun-kun, I don’t think you need to focus on ‘doing it right.’”
Mom continues, offering more words.
“What matters is who you want to talk to, what you want to talk about, what you want to do together. Yuki and Yukari-chan are probably thrilled just that you’re engaging with them.”
Beside her, Yukari-san nods vigorously. Seeing this, Mom adds, “See, I’m right,” and asks me further.
“Of course, it’s not just us—Asagi-chan and Maki-chan too. Are you able to talk with them, Shun-kun?”
“…Yeah, they both seem happy to talk with me. I don’t know if my stories are interesting, but I’m trying.”
Hearing me, Mom smiles, “I see, hehe. I’d love to chat with them again too, maybe cook them a meal.”
“But, Shun-kun, I think you can be more natural. Trying hard is great, but your honest feelings are what matter to everyone.”
That everyone wants my natural self is heartwarming, but I’m unsure if my feelings are that valuable.
“…Shun-sama seems to overthink things a lot. So, I think it’s okay to rely on others more, whether it’s Kaori-sama, Yuki-sama, or, of course, me…!”
Yukari-san echoes Mom’s affirmation.
“Exactly. No matter how you express it, there’ll always be someone to respond, Shun-kun. For me, causing a bit of trouble feels just right.”
Her kind, insightful words resonate deeply. The fact that people respond to me has been driven home these past few months.
“…Is it okay if I’m selfish sometimes? Everyone keeps saying that.”
From my old world’s mindset, I’m not a guy who deserves to be selfish or helped. Even with everyone easing that, it lingers.
“Ufufu, of course. Everyone’s waiting for your selfishness. At least for me, unless it’s something extreme, listening to my child’s wishes is a mother’s job.”
Waiting for me—something I’d never normally believe.
“I-I too, please, be selfish anytime…!”
Telling me to be selfish—something I shouldn’t accept.
“…Thank you, Mom, Yukari-san.”
As I bow slightly, Yukari-san lets out an “Ah, no need for that.”
“When I’m anxious, I might need your help again.”
I find their words comforting once more.
“Hehe, thank you, Shun-kun. You used to struggle with how to live as a boy, and I might not have helped much then. That’s why now, I want to support you in doing what you love.”
“Y-Yes, always, that’s how it is…”
Mom considers my past emotions, while Yukari-san seems to reaffirm it to herself. Their tones differ, but their feelings for me are the same—soft and warm.
“…Any little thing is fine. You might have secrets you want to keep, but bottling up too much could overwhelm you, Shun-kun. If it feels like too much, it’s okay to let it out.”
Secrets in my heart—naturally, I think of how my personality inhabits this body.
It’s a secret, but to others, it’d sound like a lie. Considering how Mom, Yuki, or Yukari-san would feel, blurting it all out seems like a bad move.
…Can I bear this secret? Do I even have the right to live so vaguely?
“First, focus on enjoying each day.”
Mom places her hand on my head, gently stroking it. It’s as if she’s affirming my entire past, with such kindness, truly tender.
“When you feel like you can’t, ask for help anytime. That’s surely part of a mother’s job too.”
I’ll have worries, but for now, all I can do is accept Mom’s and others’ words, living while caring for them. I’m fortunate to have such a forgiving environment around me.
“Got it, Mom.”
Seeing my expression, Mom, as if satisfied, lightly pats my head twice.
“Ufufu, you used to hate this kind of thing, Shun-kun. You seem to have let go of a lot, but are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It makes me really happy, and it calms me.”
Being stroked by an older beauty does make my heart race a bit. But more than that, the gratitude and comfort of her not judging me for my relationships with other women outweigh it.
“Honestly, hearing you say that is the greatest joy as a mother.”
Her loving smile suits her perfectly. An expression almost too precious for me keeps stirring my emotions.
“Oh, Yukari-chan, you’re looking over here all jealous, aren’t you?”
“N-No! I wouldn’t interrupt your moment…”
Amid this, Mom notices Yukari-san. When I glance at her, she’s looking down again.
“It’s fine, you want to stroke Shun-kun too, right?”
“…Uuu… I’m sorry, that’s exactly it…”
There’s no need for her to apologize for wanting to touch me, so I need to turn to her too.
“Hey, Shun-kun.”
When Mom seeks my response, I have to answer.
“I don’t want Yukari-san to feel sorry about this.”
Am I too blunt, throwing out such raw feelings?
“Y-Yes… If you say so, I’ll take the liberty…”
Even so, after Mom’s hand moves away, Yukari-san’s follows, resting on my head. Even as a lover’s affection, doing this in front of Mom makes my heart race.
“…Shun-sama, thank you, always… And, um, for earlier too, despite my sudden request…”
She meets my eyes, then shyly looks away. Her demeanor is so kind, beautiful, and cute.
“…Everyone’s really getting along so well.”
Mom, watching us, looks satisfied.
“Shun-nii… Nn…”
At the same time, Yuki’s sleep-talk reaches us. Mom’s gentle smile at “Oh, Yuki” completes it—this is, I can’t help but think, the shape of a happy family.
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Around midnight, at Mom’s suggestion, we decide to sleep to prepare for tomorrow. We don’t need to wake up too early, but she’s likely considering my and Yukari-san’s fatigue.
Yuki’s already asleep, so we settle in: Yuki, Mom, me, Yukari-san. Though, technically, I’m lying down, while Mom and Yukari-san sit on their futons.
“Shun-kun, don’t worry about us, sleep whenever you want, okay?”
“…But if Yuki wakes up…”
“That should be fine. Once she’s out, she stays asleep for a while, and she’s not the type to complain if you’re sleeping.”
I think so too. I’m spoiled by her forgiveness, but still.
“Rather than forcing yourself to stay up, resting well would make Yuki happier, don’t you think?”
Seeing Mom’s kindness and Yukari-san’s small nod, I strongly feel their wish for me to rest.
“…Got it, I’ll sleep first then.”
“Hehe, let’s do that.”
Mom strokes my head again as I start to drift off. There’s a hint of embarrassment, but it’s something Mom might feel more.
“Look, Yukari-chan, Shun-kun said it himself earlier.”
“Y-Yes! I-I’ll take the liberty…!”
From the other side, Yukari-san’s voice comes, along with the soft touch of her hand. It’s something to be grateful for, but being stroked from both sides lulls me into a gentle sleepiness.
“Good job today, Shun-kun,” Mom’s voice sounds faintly hazy. I should respond, but it’s such an irresponsible sleep, yet neither blames me.
As I’m overtaken by drowsiness, Mom’s words continue.
“…How long has it been since I watched your sleeping face like this? It’s kind of making my heart race.”
“M-Me too…”
I can’t see my own sleeping face. They might be reacting because they think I’m asleep.
I register this, and feel that I’m the one whose heart is racing. But in the end, no words come out, and my eyelids fall completely.
Chapter 134: Family Fun, Though the Trip Ends
No alarm was set, but the morning sunlight streaming in chases away my sleepiness. Checking the clock, I see it’s 7:30 a.m. Looking around, I notice everyone’s futons are already empty, showing they’ve gotten up.
I might’ve overslept, I think, hurriedly throwing off the covers and sitting up.
“Oh, Shun-nii, you’re awake!”
Perhaps reacting to the sound, Yuki’s voice calls out to me. My sister, coming from the next room, has already styled her hair, her usual side ponytail neatly in place.
“Good morning, Shun-nii. Sleep well?”
She gives me a soft smile, undeterred by my late wake-up.
“Yeah, I slept well, but sorry for getting up late.”
“Fufu, it’s totally fine! We’re just about to get ready to head to breakfast soon.”
I recall breakfast is a buffet at the main building’s café restaurant. I remember thinking hotels often have buffets for breakfast, and we reserved a slot after 8 a.m.
“Take your time, maybe wash your face first!”
Urged by Yuki, I start to leave the futon room for the bathroom. But then she says, “Oh, and one more thing,” so I turn my gaze back to her.
“You’re still banned from apologizing to me today, Shun-nii, nihihi! ♡”
Her words, as if recalling yesterday, carry the same sweetness even in the morning.
※
Mom and Yukari-san, who woke up earlier, don’t scold me for being late. In fact, Mom says, “You could’ve slept in a bit more.”
“No, I didn’t want to keep everyone waiting.”
Even though I’ve been told it’s okay to be selfish, making them wait for me feels like becoming a tyrant, and that scares me.
“I’m happy you say that, but don’t push yourself.”
I nod, wondering if I’m responding adequately. Exchanging these words with Mom, we head to the breakfast venue.
At the main building’s restaurant, a few other guests are present, but it’s not crowded.
“Wow, it’s really all-you-can-eat! I’m suddenly starving!”
Yuki’s heart leaps at the “all-you-can-eat” sign. As soon as we sit, she declares, “I’m eating pancakes!” and dashes to grab food.
“I fell asleep early yesterday, which was a bummer, but now I’m full of energy!”
“Hehe, that’s good, but don’t overeat. Didn’t you say you wanted to try darts later?”
While Yuki stuffs her face with pancakes and more, Mom confirms the schedule. Last night, we planned for me and Yuki to try darts for the first time.
“Shooting games were tough, but I feel like I can do darts!”
“Oh, Yuki, do you have any basis for that?”
“I’m good at ring toss!”
“That’s a bit weak for confidence.”
“Ugh.”
Their gentle banter piles up in any setting. Playing darts together feels like proof we’re getting along, an event that warms my heart.
“I could eat a bit more, so, Shun-nii, wanna grab some food together?”
Her carefree smile turns to me. Grateful to spend the morning like this, I reply, “Yeah, I wanted a bit more too.”
Looking at her, I’m struck again by how cute she is. Even though she’s my sister I see every day, her endearing expressions are something I’ll never get used to.
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As expected, at the main building’s darts room after breakfast, Yuki and I struggle. In my old world, a cooler person might’ve played darts, but alas, that’s not me.
“Ugh, I can’t hit anything! Why’s Mom so good at this?”
“Like last night, I’m pretty decent at these things. But Yukari-chan’s score is higher—amazing control!”
“Th-Thank you. I used to play a lot with friends in college.”
Indeed, Yukari-san hits high-scoring spots even better than Mom. We’re playing count-up, a simple point-accumulating game, but Mom throws in the towel, saying, “I can’t beat that.”
“Oooh, got it. Women who can play darts are so cool!”
“I-I’m flattered.”
She’s definitely cool, and with yesterday’s festival games, Yukari-san seems multitalented. Watching her play, Yuki lets out a cute “Nn” hum.
“If I throw, like, 100 more times, I might get good.”
“Your arm would hurt first. It’s like bowling.”
“Oh, good point. I’ll hold off then.”
“Was that not a joke?”
Their playful exchange, mixed with light banter, shows our closeness. Seeing them, I can’t help but smile.
“Well, Shun-nii looked like he had fun, so it’s all good!”
Yuki doesn’t miss my small reactions. I try to compose my face, but in front of her, I can’t quite manage it.
“…Hmm, and maybe I’d like to practice with Yukari-chan alone sometime, Mom. I feel like I could get better… I’d pay you, how about it?”
“Eh, if Kaori-sama wishes, money isn’t—”
“Ufufu, we have to do it properly, you know.”
Mom and Yukari-san’s exchange creates a natural, warm family moment.
※
“Playing table tennis at a hot spring in the morning is kinda fun. Mom wasn’t great at it, so it was a close match.”
“Table tennis is tough for me; I’m not good with constant movement.”
“I’m not that skilled either…”
After darts, we played table tennis in yukatas, and now we’re heading back to the room. We played a few games, rotating players, and it was surprisingly even among the four of us.
I’ve always been bad at sports, but this body isn’t terrible at them, and I can keep up with table tennis. There wasn’t a big skill gap with Mom or Yukari-san.
“Learning everyone’s strengths and weaknesses feels like we’re bonding! Right, Shun-nii?”
“…Yeah, it does. But I didn’t have much to stand out.”
“Hmm, maybe you’re an all-rounder, Shun-nii?”
I think I was average at everything, which might’ve been boring for Yuki. It’d be nice to have something exciting, but I’m not sly enough to play poorly on purpose.
“I’ve gotta keep learning more about you, Shun-nii.”
“…Thanks, Yuki.”
Even so, she keeps me in the conversation.
“Mufufu, and you looked cool swinging the paddle seriously, Shun-nii.”
The word “cool” makes my heart race. She throws it at me so directly.
After all this fun, it’s nearly 11 a.m. by the time we return to the room. Our plan allows a leisurely departure by 1 p.m., but that’s only about two hours away.
“Haa, we played a lot. With packing and changing, it’s sad, but I guess it’s over.”
“Right, it was just one night, but this inn’s worth coming back to. Maybe when you’re in high school, Yuki?”
“Hehe, if I get into Shun-nii’s high school, I wanna come back to celebrate!”
I nod at Yuki, who speaks with such joyful enthusiasm.
“You nod so naturally now, Shun-kun. You’ve really changed.”
Mom’s impressed comment prompts me to express my feelings.
“Yeah, it’s… really special that you want to be in the same place as me.”
“Mufufu, I wanna be where you are, Shun-nii! But since you said that, it’s settled! ♡”
“Yes, yes, let’s think about next year?”
Our family promise, though not detailed, is taking shape, born from Yuki’s enthusiasm and Mom’s enveloping kindness.
“And with Yukari-neechan next time too!”
“A-Ah, such an honor…!”
With Yukari-san’s feelings included, our family forms. Not just on trips, their presence in my life soothes my heart.
※
Leaving the room after one night brings a touch of loneliness. It seems shared, as Yuki’s “If a place like this was closer, that’d be great” resonates with us all.
“I’d probably stay near school twice a week.”
“Oh my, at that rate, I’d need to work harder and earn more.”
“Muu, then I wouldn’t eat with you as much, so no way.”
Their exchange on the way to the front desk is endlessly kind to me.
Even in the lobby, plans stack up.
“Oh, I forgot to take a photo on that terrace! Shun-nii, I want you in it!”
Yuki’s expectant gaze always pierces my heart.
After nodding, I nearly say, “If I’m okay.” But she genuinely wants to take it with me at the two-person table and chairs. Swallowing those words, I express a perhaps presumptuous feeling.
“Yeah, I want to be in it too.”
I used to hate being photographed, loathing my image being recorded, almost to the point of resentment.
Now, it’s just something I’m “not good at.” Thanks to Yuki, Mom, Yukari-san, Asagi-san, and Maki-san, I’ve been in photos with them many times.
At the terrace’s round table, I sit across from Yuki.
“Oooh, doesn’t this feel kinda fancy?”
She flashes a peace sign at the camera, leaning over the table toward me. “Do a peace sign too, Shun-nii!” she says, so I make an awkward one beside her.
“Hehe, send it to me and Shun-nii later!”
“Ufufu, got it.”
Yuki’s used to photos, while I’m not, and I’m always nervous about how they turn out. But I can’t help thinking she’s my sister who doesn’t mind being photographed with me.
We depart the inn and head home. Mom, not Yukari-san, drives, murmuring, “The roads aren’t as busy as I thought.”
“…I’m so sorry, Kaori-sama.”
“Oh, let me work a bit at the end! That’s an order, hehe.”
Mom never acts superior toward Yukari-san, our housekeeper. Using “order” is clearly to ease her reluctance.
“Next time, instead of a set place like an inn, a carefree drive could be fun.”
“Oh, that sounds awesome!”
Family plans keep piling up. Feeling people’s warmth, something I wanted but couldn’t do well, is being set up for me.
“That feels so grown-up, right, Shun-nii?”
“…Yeah, I’d like to try it.”
“Hehe, we’ll do it as a family, and when I get my license, I’ll drive with you in the passenger seat!”
Yuki pulls me into her plans, scooting as close as her seatbelt allows. Her loose top reveals glimpses of simple white underwear, yet she’s completely unbothered.
She fills not just the gaps in my heart but even my fleeting sexual desires, seeing them as desirable.
“…I’m looking forward to it. Maybe I should get a license too.”
I reply, careful not to let my gaze on her chest be noticed.
“Hmm, then we could take turns driving—that’d be cool!”
Whether she knows my gaze or not, she leans in sweeter, making me think I’ll never match my sister in my lifetime.
Spending my life exchanging words with Yuki shouldn’t be taken for granted—it’s a luxury.
“…Nihehe, together with you, Shun-nii… ♡”
Her words, making it feel not like a luxury, echo in the car on the way home. Mom smiles, Yukari-san shyly glances at us from the passenger seat—is it arrogant to think this is our family’s shape?
※
“Phew, just one night, but it feels like it’s been ages.”
“Yeah! That room was nice, but home’s the most relaxing!”
The two-hour drive home is handled entirely by Mom. Despite Yukari-san’s “I’m so sorry…”, Mom keeps the wheel until we arrive.
“As I said, Yukari-chan, tomorrow afternoon is enough. You joined our trip, so I’ll handle breakfast myself. Let’s rest at home today, okay?”
“…Y-Yes…”
Mom’s care leaves Yukari-san perpetually flustered, wondering if it’s okay. There’s no employer vibe—just Mom’s kindness toward family.
Meanwhile, Yuki plops onto the sofa with a bofun, saying, “Haa, now I gotta study, right?” Yet, with no hint of reluctance, she sinks into the cushions.
“…But I gotta work hard, hehe.”
She glances at me, a small smile blooming. Her words and grin set her afternoon plans, tilting our present back toward daily life.
Chapter 135: The End of Summer, Searching for Books
Returning to daily life doesn’t mean much when only three days of summer break remain. Even now, Yuki says, “Once school starts, I won’t get to have lunch or spend as much time with you, Shun-nii,” as she slips between my legs while I sit on the sofa.
Even after the trip, Yuki’s affectionate habits during lunchtime continue as if nothing has changed. Yet, when she’s studying in her room in the morning or afternoon, she maintains intense focus without breaking concentration.
“I really feel like I’ve gotten good at switching gears.”
My sister, perched snugly in my lap.
“…Yeah, you’re working really hard, Yuki.”
“Fufufu, that’s because you’re here, Shun-nii!”
As her brother, I’m grateful she shares this precious time with me, trying to start conversations or make it meaningful. At the same time, I’m mindful not to let my excitement over her girlish charm disrupt these moments.
Meanwhile, it’s also a period to check for anything left undone before the second semester.
School homework is finished, and daily studying is on track. Without daytime plans, I preview and review material, and at night, I exchange messages with Asagi-san and others—a fulfilling routine.
Being in such a rich, real-life situation is undoubtedly thanks to everyone around me. Fun outings, physical intimacy with Asagi-san, Yukari-san, and Yuki—all of it fills my heart.
However, one pressing task remains: writing for the literature club’s magazine for the cultural festival.
“…Haa.”
After Yuki returns to her room, I sit in front of my laptop in my bedroom, letting out a sigh. Despite researching idea generation online and referencing novels and essays from the library, creating original writing isn’t easy. Since the club’s training camp, I’ve tried various styles, but even at the end of August, I still haven’t decided what to focus on.
When I asked Maki-san about her progress, she messaged, “I’m still unsure, but I’m thinking of writing a short story I want to tell.”
“Sato-kun, maybe you should search for what you want to write, and once you find it, just go with it, I think.”
She’s likely writing her own piece that way. I’m grateful for her advice, but I hesitated to take ideas from her directly.
The deadline is over a month away, but I can’t afford to be too relaxed. Deciding that overthinking at home won’t help, I opt to seek new inspiration.
“Um, Yukari-san, is it okay if I go to the bookstore by the station? I want to look for new books.”
“Y-Yes! It’s fine! Please be careful and have a good trip!”
I inform Yukari-san in her room, as I do each time. Yuki’s already at her tutoring session, so I’d be leaving Yukari-san alone, but asking her to come along feels presumptuous.
“…Shun-sama, thank you for always letting me know…!”
“N-No, it’s just normal! I might not have done it before, but…”
Yukari-san, thanking me, bows her head again. It’s appreciated, but I also think about not making her feel uneasy.
※
Walking alone to the station feels a bit lonely, a luxurious thought given how I’ve been with someone lately, making the solitude noticeable.
But now is the time to find inspiration. That’s why I’ve come to the decently sized bookstore near the station, planning to start with the new releases section.
When I joined the literature club, I think I wanted to write romance novels. In my old world, I had no romantic experience, so I likely thought I could at least explore it in fiction.
Now, it’s different. When it comes to romance, I inevitably think of Asagi-san, Maki-san, Yukari-san, and Yuki, making it hard to create fictional characters without their influence.
I’ve been told not to tie reality to fiction, and that makes sense. But with such deep emotions in my heart, they inevitably shape my writing.
Perhaps I should pivot to a diary, essays, or writing about something I love. But for the latter, while I’ve learned about this world in a few months, I’m not confident enough to write about it authoritatively.
So, regardless of the genre or using personal experiences, I want to gather new information.
I can afford a few books, so as I browse new releases, several covers catch my eye. Titles like How to Speak to Move People or How to Connect with Your Crush might be useful for me. The latter seems aimed at women, though.
There’s such a variety of books, an obvious fact, but I’m now curious about things I wouldn’t have considered in my old world.
Among them, a title, Aikotoba (Words of Love), with a tagline “A collection of sweet romance short stories,” grabs my attention. The fine print on the cover confirms it’s definitely for women.
While Asagi-san and others teach me what women in this world value in men, I need to learn more. If I do, it could create moments where they feel their hearts race with me.
I haven’t ruled out romance novels, and the book’s design resonates with me. Deciding to take a look, I reach for a copy from the stack.
A sensation of touching someone’s hand.
“Ah, s-sorry!”
“N-No, my fault!”
The clichéd, careless contact is, unsurprisingly, with a woman. I immediately apologize for touching a stranger, something that would’ve earned a glare in my old world.
But I was mistaken.
Far from glaring, she speaks to me.
“Uh, Sa-Sato-kun…?”
A woman calling me by my surname, but not Maki-san.
Tall, with short, boyish hair, she’s a familiar senior.
“Shina-senpai.”
“Y-Yeah, what a coincidence, um…”
Shina Aoi-senpai, the literature club president. This is our first encounter since the camp, when I saw her half-naked and she saw my erection.
Since we met in a bookstore, we can’t exactly chat there. Our voices drew glances in the quiet space.
But instead of hurrying off, Shina-senpai, without buying her book, says, “Wanna step outside for a bit?”
“…Sorry for suddenly asking if we can talk.”
Despite disrupting her plans, she asks if it’s okay to talk, and there’s no way I’d refuse.
She even says, “Since you were heading to the station, maybe just until then,” considerate of my plans. Dressed in a white shirt and long pants, her boyish coolness stands out, but her chest’s prominence and faintly visible white underwear catch my eye.
At the camp, I got an erection from her half-naked body, and she noticed. Hoping she sees it as a mere physical reaction is a long shot.
I’m a guy overflowing with desire, yet I accept her kindness. I’m not a worthy junior for her to be so considerate of.
“N-No, it’s totally fine. Sorry, I didn’t notice you earlier.”
The earlier incident was my clumsiness.
Reaching for the book, I didn’t see her approaching from an angle, causing the contact. Yet she says, “That’s not a problem at all.”
“I should’ve left since you might’ve wanted that book, but I got flustered. And I was curious if you read books like that, but asking in there would’ve stood out.”
Her curiosity about me makes my heart race.
“…So, do you read stuff like that?”
Not teasing, but genuine interest prompts her question, repeated exactly.
Walking slowly, I answer her beside me.
“Um, I don’t usually read those, but I’m stuck on the club magazine for the festival, so I was looking for inspiration, and that book caught my eye.”
I try not to ramble, but my words feel unnatural, left hanging.
“I see,” Shina-senpai says, nodding, crossing her arms at her waist, thinking.
“For now, don’t stress too much about the magazine. You said you’re doing the reading performance, so that alone is enough.”
The solo reading performance—indeed, we were told one or the other is fine for the festival. But I want to do both, however clumsily, for the club that gave me a place.
“…Thank you. For the reading, I’ve chosen a story and am practicing at home, but I also want to write something for the magazine.”
I’ve selected a story that moved me, fitting the allotted time. I practice in my room, and it’s progressing better than the writing.
“You’re really putting in effort, and that makes me happy.”
Her sincere, joyful words make her popularity—rumored to rival receiving love letters—understandable. Her kindness is evident too.
“Honestly, when a guy joined the club, we welcomed it, but I wasn’t sure how you’d fit in. Seeing you think so seriously about it makes it easier for me.”
I’m not doing anything grand, just trying to contribute to the club that gave me a home.
“No, I’m the one who’s grateful. I joined on a whim when I was struggling with club choices, and you all accepted me.”
“…Saying that so casually, you’re different from the guys I imagined.”
I’m not confident I said it smoothly, but since she says so, I bow slightly. Talking with Shina-senpai like this isn’t ordinary for me.
“You might be overthinking it. Like I said before, last year, Ami tried submitting a game review.”
She talks about Asai-senpai with a “Her passion was great, but…” vibe. Nodding along, I walk slowly with her toward the station. I had no other plans beyond the bookstore, and walking won’t make me late.
Along the way, she brings up topics—homework, where I live—safe questions I can answer easily.
“But, about something we talked about before…”
Her final topic, just before reaching the station, is different. As our conversation holds, she asks.
“Do you remember me saying I write novels and submit them?”
“Y-Yes, I think, at the bath…!”
Answering recalls the scene. I accidentally walked in, saw her half-naked, and she didn’t judge me, instead talking about her novels.
“Th-That time, I’m really sorry.”
“N-No, no, I was too careless. It’s not something you need to apologize for.”
The guilt of seeing her half-naked and the heart-racing memory of her squished chest linger vividly. I can’t forget it, a shameful part of me.
I clearly remember her writing novels, wanting real-life experiences for her youth stories, and asking me and Maki-san for help.
“Y-Yes, um, about that… I checked with Maki-san, and she said it’s okay for me to talk about us.”
“…Oh, r-right. Thank you, and I need to thank Yamamoto-san too.”
I might’ve steered the conversation back on track. In unexpected situations, my words glitch, making it hard to convey.
“Sorry for taking so long to tell you.”
“No, really, I’m the one who feels bad.”
It’s not something she should apologize for, and I’m unsure if my private life is useful. I’m just spoiled by Maki-san, living day by day.
As the station nears, our time approaches its end. I didn’t ask, but she’s likely catching a train.
But Shina-senpai murmurs, “…Yeah,” stops, and looks at me. Slightly taller, she makes me look up at her.
“…If you’re struggling, it might sound odd to call it thanks, but I think I can offer some advice on the magazine or reading. Could I help?”
Her proposal catches me off guard, and she adds.
“I can at least listen, and I was planning to relax at that café. Plus, I’d like to hear a bit about you and Yamamoto-san, if that’s okay.”
She points to a café on the second floor of a building.
“…Only if you’re okay with it, Sato-kun. And about the other girls too.”
Is she considering that I’m a guy? There’s no need for that.
Normally, a guy with a girlfriend accepting a senior girl’s invitation might be frowned upon. In my old world, a guy hanging out with a female friend could be seen as wrong.
“Sato-kun?”
Even so, I can’t reject Shina-senpai, who wants to talk with me, standing right here.
“…I think it’s okay.”
She lets out a small “Eh” at my answer. I mentally confirm this won’t betray Asagi-san and the others.
Everyone allows me to do what I want. I’m spoiled, but my desire to talk with Shina-senpai and not refuse her invitation is something I can’t suppress.
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