After Gender Swapping, I Became the Daughter of a Yandere Mother with Animal Ears—With the Help of My Yandere Mom and Powerful Sister, I'll Live as a Fox Girl

“Alright, I’ll start wiping your back now…”

“Okay…”

The cold towel traces down my spine… With each movement, a chilling pleasure assaults me.

“Hyah…”

“What’s wrong?” Kohaku asks with a mischievous tone, gently rubbing around my shoulder blades next.

I can easily picture Kohaku’s grinning face. She definitely knows what she’s doing…

“Stop making weird noises. It makes me want to do more when you’re like that.”

Lies! You were eager from the start!

“Ah, your neck area is all sticky with sweat. I’ll clean that up too…”

“Ah…”

A cool sensation spreads along my neck. The stimulus grows stronger, reaching my brain, and I can’t help but shiver uncontrollably.

“Ahaha. Onee-chan, you’re too sensitive. I’m just wiping off sweat with a towel.”

Kohaku laughs joyfully, persistently attacking my neck.

“Ugh…”

Sure, Mashiro’s skin is sensitive, but Kohaku is clearly targeting my weak spots on purpose. I can’t handle this… It feels too good…

“Ah… Ah…”

I can’t… I feel like I’m going to lose consciousness… I must resist somehow to avoid playing into Kohaku’s hands…

“Okay! Back is done! Next is the front.”

“Ah, okay…”

Wait a minute. Isn’t the front dangerous? My stomach is soft and squishy, and if she touches my chest…

“Here I go~”

Kohaku’s hands move to the front, slowly reaching my stomach.

“Hyahn…”

The towel touches my stomach, sending an indescribable pleasure through my body.

“What’s wrong? Making such a sweet sound… Want me to continue?”

The towel moves back and forth across my stomach… My body reacts with small jumps.

“Ah…”

When she moves the towel around my navel as if stirring it, I can’t help but moan softly.

“What are you doing…”

“What do you mean? Sweat accumulates in your navel, right? So, I’m scraping it out.”

Kohaku dismisses my question and starts to fiddle with my navel with the towel again.

“That place… No…”

“Why~? If I don’t wipe it properly, you’ll get a rash.”

While grinning, Kohaku pushes the towel into my navel, moving it left and right.

“Ah… Ah…”

Being tormented like this, I unintentionally let out a voice.

“Ah… Ah…”

Kohaku’s assault doesn’t stop.

“Stop it, please…”

“Eh~ But we’ve just started… Well, I guess that’s enough for the navel.”

Finally released, I let out a sigh of relief. But Kohaku’s attack wasn’t over yet.

“Next is your chest!”

“Eh, wait a second!”

Sensing danger, I instinctively cover my chest with my hands.

“Hmm? Why are you covering up?”

“Because… it’s embarrassing… and my chest is fine…”

“No way! Sweat accumulates in the cleavage! You have to wipe it properly!”

“I don’t have enough to form a cleavage!”

“Uh… Still! I don’t want Onee-chan’s modest breasts to get sticky!”

“Why does Kohaku care if my chest gets sticky!? That doesn’t make sense! Besides, I can wipe the front myself if I think about it!”

“Wow… You just realized?”

“Don’t give me that look after hiding it!”

Damn… I shouldn’t have shown any weakness to Kohaku… But… now is not the time for regret. I need to figure out how to get out of this critical situation…!

“Anyway, Onee-chan, just stay quiet and leave it to me! If you don’t wipe properly, you’ll live as a woman with sticky breasts!”

“That won’t happen!”

“It will!”

“It won’… Hyah!”

Suddenly, Kohaku reaches for my chest. My arms, weakened by the cold, are easily brushed aside, and the towel is pressed against the center of my chest.

“Fufufu, you can’t escape now…”

“Ah, ahhh…”

“Okay, I’ll start wiping… Huh? Onee-chan? Hey. Are you not moving? Onee-chan?”

“Ahh…”

“Hmm? This smell is… Ah…”

Drip, drip…

Exposed to intense fear, my groin was more damp than any other part of my body.

Of course, it wasn’t damp with sweat…

“Sorry, sorry… I didn’t realize you were that scared…”

“Ugh…”

Suddenly, Kohaku’s expression turns apologetic, and my face is probably flushed with shame.

It’s too late for apologies now…