A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 24: In the Bath with My Sister, and My Turmoil ☆

Chapter 24: In the Bath with My Sister, and My Turmoil ☆

I start washing Yuki’s body from her back, slowly. Her skin is so fresh and soft, it makes my heart race, and I hesitate to touch her with my unworthy fingers.

“…Shun-nii, your hands are big, huh?”

My sister speaks her honest thoughts, but I’m desperately trying to suppress myself. Washing a girl’s body isn’t something I’m allowed to do.

I manage to get through her neck and back, but my hands lack the courage to move further. Rubbing her shoulder blades aimlessly, she turns to me.

“Hey, Shun-nii, could you wash my front too… is that okay?”

Did she notice me flinch? Will she think I’m a coward or pathetic? Those thoughts swirl in my head.

Still, there’s no escape, and her words force me to resolve myself.

Steeling myself, I move to her front, only to find her expression different from what I expected. I thought she’d be relaxed, but she looks tense.

“Y-Yuki… if you don’t want this, I can stop… is it okay?”

“N-no way, I don’t mind! I’m just a bit nervous… please!”

Cowardly, I ask, and she responds, seeming to steel herself too. She takes my right hand and places it on her shoulder.

Maybe she found my hesitation frustrating. Either way, I have no choice but to move. Trembling, I stretch my left hand to her neck, starting to rub gently.

“…! Ehehe, Fufu…”

Washing her body brings us closer. Her occasional sounds, her breathing, each one shakes my heart.

Facing my beautiful sister’s naked body, my mental state is anything but normal. Her soft skin and glossy black hair aren’t things someone like me should touch.

Yet, she looks at me with pure eyes.

“Shun-nii, you can wash anywhere you like… okay?”

Her words are too direct. “Anywhere you like” draws my gaze to her sexual parts.

Her budding breasts, though still growing, would undeniably make me feel her femininity if I touched them, and my hand inches closer.

If I touch them, I might not stop, rubbing them endlessly. Giving in to lust could hurt her.

“…Shun-nii, you okay?”

But her voice doesn’t reject me. It’s my selfish interpretation, but her body feels so dear to me.

“I-I’m gonna touch…” I say, voice nearly cracking, and she nods. Breathing deeply, I start rubbing her budding breasts, trembling.

I feel firm elasticity beneath her taut skin. Groping my cute sister’s breasts, living under the same roof, makes my heart pound. The occasional brush of her peach-colored nipples feels slightly hard.

“…Nn, ah…”

Her occasional moans sound so sensual, threatening to steal my reason. The urge to fully feel her soft breasts grows with their touch.

“Nha, fuu…”

Glancing at her, her eyes seem to melt. A girl I’d turn to see on the street, showing me such a softened expression.

Drowning in lust, I reach my limit. Despite my inner worry if it’s okay, I grab her breast with a muniri.

“Hyau!” comes from her. She doesn’t push me away, making me clearly aroused, savoring the softness.

“Nhaa, Sh-Shun-nii… that, fua!”

Her flushed cheeks, in my selfish imagination, seem to feel pleasure. Maybe it’s a man’s convenient thinking, but she speaks in a sweet tone without blaming me.

“Sh-Shun-nii, I… want you to keep going… is that okay?”

Her lowered eyes seem to burn with desire. Overwhelmed by her feminine aura, my filthy penis regains its hardness.

Still, I can’t just devour my sister’s body. I force my hands from her breasts, starting to rub her stomach.

Her slim waist has soft flesh around it, her navel gentle. Despite my selfish touching, she laughs, “K-kinda ticklish… ehehe…”

But my focus shifts to the triangle below. My base self nearly reaches for that forbidden feminine place.

“Yuki, um… is it okay…?”

For the umpteenth time today, I check. She nods, slightly spreading her legs, guiding me to her slit.

“Yeah, wash it… Shun-nii.”

Her slit is a single line, hinting at her youth. Hairless, it’s almost doll-like, intensifying my sense of doing something wrong.

“Uuu, Shun-nii, it’s… kinda embarrassing… h-hurry and wash it…?”

Her voice snaps me back. The alluring triangle tempts me to stare, but washing her is priority, not my lewd thoughts.

With trembling hands, I lather around her secret place gently, careful not to hurt her, my fingers brushing near her slit.

Washing is priority, I think, but my reason crumbles. Feeling her slit, it’s soft and squishy.

This is Yuki’s pure, innocent pussy, untouched in my old world. As I think this, she lets out a “Yaan!” with a loud moan.

She stares at me, breathing heavily. Her erotic expression and unfamiliar voice make my penis surge upward.

“S-sorry, Shun-nii… I’m too sensitive… I’m not usually like this, nha… it’s okay to touch…”

Her provocative words make me press my fingers harder against her slit. I tried not to hurt her, but wanting to hear her moans and know her pussy overwhelms me.

I’ve lost reason, aroused by her squishy slit. Her moans become continuous.

“Hyaan! Shun-nii… that’s bad, aah, it feels too good… it’s bad…!”

Her body trembles, drool escaping her mouth. My lustful self keeps fondling her breasts and navel.

“…Aah! No, I… I’m gonna come…! I’m coming, nhaaa!”

My disgusting actions end as she trembles violently. With a bikun, liquid flows from her pussy, and I realize she’s climaxed.

“Ah, Yuki… are you okay? Does it hurt…?”

I did it. I couldn’t control my lust. I didn’t even check if she was okay at the end.

Selfish, I hold her trembling body on the chair, her fragile yet erotic aura overwhelming.

“S-sorry, Shun-nii… I-I was too sensitive, I came…”

Her speech is slurred but conscious. I’m undeniably the one who did this.

“…I-I took advantage of your kindness… your body, it’s not painful, is it…?”

I know I’m shameless. Trampling her trust to wash her, playing with her body, expecting forgiveness is too much.

I wait for her response, fearing anger or rejection.

“…Haa, Sh-Shun-nii, you didn’t do anything wrong…? You made me feel so good… haa, fuu.”

She speaks, catching her breath, sitting on the chair.

“My body’s a bit floaty, but not painful. You touched me so much… it felt good… ehehe, maybe I was too loud. If you’re okay with it… I’d wanna feel it again…”

She wants to soak in the tub now, handing me the shower. I carefully rinse the soap off her.

When the water hits her pussy, her slight moan shakes me, but I endure. Finally, we enter the tub.

I get in first, then Yuki dives in with a zabun, facing me. I try not to see her sexually, but after everything, it feels impossible.

“…In the bath with Shun-nii… Fufu, I’m so happy.”

She shows a childlike expression, but I’m struggling to suppress another erection.

Bathing with a girl, a dream I thought unattainable, is happening naked with Yuki, who’s completely unguarded.

Her beautiful 80cm breasts, which I groped, are before me, distorted by the water. Even her pussy, which I touched, is fully exposed.

“…Ah, Shun-nii, it’s big again.”

In the tub, it’s obvious. Despite coming once, my penis is rock-hard, an uncontrollable failure.

“I heard guys can’t come again for a while after… but maybe not for you, Shun-nii…?”

Saying this, she confirms, “I’m gonna touch it,” and grabs my penis in the water. I let out an “Ugh” at the sudden sensation, but she grips it softly, curiously.

Her soft fingers and the water’s pressure drive me wild. Then she stops.

“…Hey, Shun-nii, if it’s okay… I wanna try licking it…”

Letting my sister do that—my belated hesitation is overwritten by my penis’s anticipation. I’m weak to a girl’s upturned gaze, especially to a blowjob’s pleasure.

“Yuki, you don’t mind…?”

“Nuh-uh, it’s yours, so I wanna try.”

I can only comply. Sitting on the tub’s edge, she approaches. Like before, she licks the tip, and I struggle to endure.

Letting a girl taste my penis is too intense. Then she engulfs the head, rolling it in her mouth.

“Nfufu, is this okay?”

Confirming, her mouth takes my shaft to the base. The sight of her sucking is utterly immoral, her blowjob face undeniably fueling my urge to come.

“Shun-nii’s… mfu, kinda tasty… nn, fufu.”

Speaking with it in her mouth, she moves up and down, her upturned eyes seeing my pleasure-drowned face.

Her mouth’s walls and saliva-coated tongue push my penis to the edge.

“Y-Yuki… I’m gonna come… pull away…!”

I shout, trying not to dirty her mouth. She pauses briefly, then takes it deeper, almost to her throat.

“Nn, nn, fuu, fufu, nku.”

The bathroom echoes with vulgar sounds unlike her. Swallowed by the lasciviousness and her tongue’s vigor, I can’t hold back.

“S-sorry, I’m coming, pull away, ugh, I’m coming!”

With a bursting sensation, a torrent of semen floods her mouth. Despite multiple ejaculations, her mouth seems to milk it all.

She flinches briefly but keeps sucking, trying to swallow. The volume overwhelms her, some leaking from her mouth.

“Uah… Yuki… sorry! I can’t stop…!”

I apologize while coming, knowing I’m unloading in my cute sister’s mouth, unable to stop.

The long ejaculation ends, my penis returning to normal. She licks it reluctantly, sucking the remaining semen.

“…Like before, it’s really bitter… but I don’t hate it.”

Wiping semen from her mouth, she looks at me.

“I’m the one licking you, so if anyone should apologize, it’s me. You don’t need to worry at all.”

My lovely sister, not spitting out my semen, smiles. Exhausted, I slide into the tub, and she leans her small back against me, like lovers.

Her full weight isn’t heavy in the water. I’ve longed for such lover-like acts.

But I, unable to communicate normally, despaired of ever reaching this. Doing it with my sister was unthinkable, yet it’s happening, making my heart race.

A cute girl rests unguarded in my arms. I sense no malice or lies, just her affection for me as her brother.

Wanting to act on my longing, I tremble, wrapping my arms lightly around her stomach.

“Shun-nii… ehehe, so warm…”

She shifts closer, floating slightly. Even in water, her touch feels comforting.

We spend quiet time without words, my penis brushing her waist but only half-erect after multiple ejaculations. This moment feels like silently feeling each other.

After soaking, we leave the bath, returning to the changing room. Her wiping her body with a towel is picturesque, and I stare.

“Being watched by Shun-nii… it’s nice, but a bit…”

Her words snap me back. I regret possibly making her uncomfortable with my gaze.

I think she glanced at me while I dressed, maybe curious about male clothing. I lack the courage to ask.

In pajamas, we climb the stairs to our rooms.

“Th-then… see you tomorrow…?”

“Ehehe, goodnight, Shun-nii.”

This casual exchange is precious to me, and I want to cherish it. With that, I fall asleep, exhaustion from ejaculation pulling me under quickly.

That night, for the first time in this world, I dream while sleeping.

Classmates scorn and mock me behind my back. Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san aren’t there, and no one befriends me.

I eat lunch alone, return home alone. No family is there.

I think it’s a dream, my body feeling floaty, like with a fever.

But making dinner from fridge scraps and eating, I’m gripped by an unknown fear.

Is this my true self? As I think this, a mirror appears before me.

Reflected is my old world’s self, nearing 30.

Morning comes, and I wake earlier than usual. The clock shows before 6 a.m., too early to rise.

Half-sitting in bed, I open the curtain. The rising sun faintly lights a cloudless sky.

Realizing it was a dream, I’m relieved. No floaty feeling, my mind clear.

But I wonder if I’m worthy of happiness in this world, a constant nagging doubt surfacing.

I’m not someone admirable enough to be liked, a man deserving scorn.

Whether it’s my low self-esteem or others’ gazes, I can’t recall or muster the energy to think.

Yet now, everyone—Yuki, Yukari-san, Mom, Asagi-san, Yamamoto-san—wants to be close to me.

I want to trust them but fear betrayal, making me cynical, wanting to escape.

I search for reasons to doubt their intentions.

Do I have the right to be close to them? Even if they trust me, I can’t match their worth.

I can only despair alone—that’s who I am.

Reflecting, I grieve in bed. I thought my tears had dried long ago, but in this world, my tear ducts still work.

Face down, I sob at my patheticness, unable to stop like a child.

“…Shun-sama, what’s wrong…?”

I didn’t notice the knock or the door opening. There stands a familiar woman in an apron, looking at me with concern.