Chapter 8 – The Wolf Is Not Amused

“Hakuto, you were totally stretching your nose out there.”

“I wasn’t. I was just having a normal conversation with a new classmate.”

“No way, that was definitely you seeing that bitch as the opposite sex!”

It was lunch break.

Ina-nee and I were eating lunch on the school rooftop. The rooftop was turned into a garden and was open during lunch break. Besides us, there were a few other groups here too.

But there were fewer people than usual. It was probably partly due to the heat, but also because of Ina-nee and me.

“That’s why I’m making it up to you by clinging to you and feeding each other like this.”

“Well, I’m happy right now, but my jealousy isn’t so weak that it would disappear over something like this… I’d reluctantly allow it with auntie if I had to give a hundred steps, but I wouldn’t like it. Even if you get along. After all, she’s done a lot of good things for me since long ago. But still, you can’t just easily open your heart to some random transfer student.”

“I don’t even have any awareness of getting along with her. First of all, Ina-nee and I aren’t even lovers…”

“Being non-blood-related siblings born on the same day is basically like being husband and wife, right?”

“No, it’s not.”

She clung to me, feeding me the bento mouth-to-mouth while the flames of jealousy burned in her.

From our perspective, mouth-to-mouth feeding was something our parents did every day, so it didn’t feel that strange. If anything, it felt like just normal skinship. But to complete strangers, we would obviously look like messed-up people. It couldn’t be helped that they kept their distance.

That said, even doing it myself, this really looks like a bird feeding its chick.

Today’s bento was made by Ina-nee who woke up early. That probably connected to this morning’s sexual harassment wake-up call. It looked really delicious, and it tasted delicious too, but somehow had a strange aftertaste.

“…By the way, this bento has a weird feel to it… Did you put something in it?”

“Ah, you noticed? I added a little of my blood as a secret ingredient…”

“It’s a great iron-rich secret ingredient. But I can’t overlook self-harm. Stop putting blood in it. I don’t want to see Ina-nee getting hurt.”

When I looked, there was a bandage wrapped around her fingertip. She had probably squeezed it out from there.

When I said that in a scolding tone, Ina-nee reluctantly nodded.

“Next time I’ll use my period blood instead of cutting my finger directly.”

“Please do that. I’m looking forward to it.”

I think that spoiling her like this even though I have no intention of becoming lovers is what makes her get more carried away, but this is just my nature. In the end, my siscon side is probably inherited from Mom.

“Anyway, going back to the topic. That transfer student. She was clinging quite a lot, but there really wasn’t anything suspicious, right?”

“There wasn’t. She just hadn’t prepared her textbooks yet, so I was showing her mine.”

“You looked like you were having fun talking?”

“It was just within the scope of normal greetings. Like ‘let’s get along from now on.'”

“…”

Ina-nee, while clinging to me, stared intently at my eyes with her highlight-less pupils.

“It doesn’t look like you’re lying… When Hakuto lies, your eyes swim around so obviously.”

“You’re observing me really well, huh.”

“Of course. You’re my beloved little brother. I can tell. Like that time a few months ago when you tried to make excuses for hiding those ecchi manga. You said they were left by a friend while your eyes were swimming all over.”

Ina-nee reminisced about the incident from a few months ago. Though calling it an incident was overkill; it was the usual thing where Ina-nee came to rummage through my room’s trash can and happened to dig up the perverted manga I had hidden.

“That was because I was terrified of what you’d do if you found something like that…”

“Fufu… Contrary to how I look, I’m generous, so I’ll allow two-dimensional stuff. In fact, I haven’t touched a single book in your collection.”

“Well, yeah, that’s appreciated.”

“Besides, they were all super hardcore contents, so I kind of lost the will to get angry… What is it, why are all the hidden ecchi manga about brutal confinement and violation? Is it Dad’s bad influence?”

“Can you stop exposing someone’s fetishes in broad daylight…”

I said it with a straight face. No, seriously, if this kind of talk spread, my image would take a massive hit. In a way, you could say she had a huge weakness on me.

“…Of course, I don’t like the ones that leave scars or cause mental breakdown either, but I’ll go along with confinement and restraint, okay?”

“I didn’t really need that kind of consideration…”