Chapter 70: Afterstory & Prequel – 23: Aftermath

Knock me up, Maika!! Fill your womb with my brat!!

Gonna get pregnant! Gonna have Kyuugo’s baby!

I dumped load after load into Maika. Even after creampieing her brains out earlier, somehow I was back to flooding her insides again. Freakin’ amazing.

Years of both of us bottling up our feelings—hell, being forced to bottle ’em up—finally exploded into this unstoppable mess. Freakin’ amazing.

……Seriously, teenage me was such a trainwreck. Telling her not to manage the girls’ team? Way to max out the cringe, past self.

Love youuuu, Kyuugo. Your wifey. Gonna pop out sooo many babies. Fifteen. Your wifey.

Love you too, Maika. My wife. I’ll keep pumpin’ you full. Keep breedin’ you. My wife… Wait, hold up.

No holding up. Getting pregnant.

Not sayin’ stop that, but hold up! Weren’t we just having a whole deep talk about the past, like, 30 minutes ago?! How’d we end up back in mushy creampie fest mode?!

True.

On the bed, I teased her between sloppy kisses. I’d bulked up since back then, but Maika? She’d leveled up to full-on thicc.

…You were thinkin’ about that time, right, Kyuugo?

Yeah. You too, huh?

Uh-huh. Time to spill the beans… Remember around June of first year? We’d… totally coincidentally sync up our “me time.” Even set up our beds with a paper-thin wall between ’em. You’d blast your junk against the wall sometimes. Totally knew about that, by the way.

Nah, not that. The incident before all that. The one that made us start… y’know. That’s why I got all fired up again and went full I-must-impregnate mode.

Sure, we did that weirdo stuff. But back then? Couldn’t say squat, so we just vibed our way into synchronized jerk sessions. Never even knew if Maika was actually doin’ it too. Now we’re here, airing our cringe. What the hell were we thinking? Peak twisted siblings.

…Oh, before the wall-banging… Wait, you mean the Nakano chick?

Duh. That mess left a crater in our relationship.

Yeah, but… wasn’t that our super-secret never-mention-again pact? Quit it.

Nah, that was just us pretending to forget ’cause things got too dangerous after we made up. But now we’re married—spill the tea!

Objectively? Mega cringe-worthy. Not exactly a bedtime story for the kids. But between us? Total nostalgia bait.

But Maika’s eyes darted like a cornered raccoon:

Ehhh, but I don’t wanna hear that skank’s name…

…You’re hidin’ something. About Nakano.

Looking back, Maika acted sus as hell back then. Her chats with Nakano were like a bad sitcom script—zero chemistry. She was desperate to dodge something.

Oi, Maika. What’d you and Nakano—

Drop it! Ancient history! Who cares?!

Same shutdown as back then. Definitely hiding something. Wasn’t even gonna push, but now I’m itchy to know.

It matters, and that’s why it’s time to fess up. Spill. Free yourself.

Sweaty Maika went paler, then muttered:

…Wasn’t me. Riko’s scheming butt set up Nakano.

Huh? The hell’s that mean—

No proof, but… yeah. Totally her. Riko’s the type to pull underhanded crap. After recent events? No doubt. She’d die to sabotage us and become your #1. Manipulating Nakano from the shadows? Child’s play for her.

Wait… Zero sense. Explain better.

Ugh! Every time I moved up a grade, Riko lost ground in her “Kyuugo #1 War”! I got to stick with you in middle and high school, but she was stuck a year behind!

Right, she’d sulk like a puffed-up mochi about that.

Exactly! By the time I hit high school, she went nuclear! Planted a spy to cockblock us from afar! Threw some I heart Kyuugo chick between us to start drama!

“E-Eh…? That’s way too scary…! S-So, Nakano was the pawn…?”

“Yep. Of course, Nakano-san herself never realized it. She probably thought Riko was just giving her a little push in her love life. Well, in the end, she figured out she was being used. Even called them the ‘lying sisters.'”

Maika says it like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

It’s true that Riko is the kind of person who’d pull something like this… but even if that’s the case, it only makes things more confusing. No—actually, it raises even more questions.

“Hold up, Maika. So basically, if Nakano came after me with romantic feelings, you’d sulk, our relationship would get messed up, and that was Riko’s plan?”

“You’re making it sound like I was the reason we fought, but let’s not forget, you were already a full-blown siscon mess to begin with.”

Yeah. That’s fair.

“But that means the same goes for Riko. I mean, she liked me just as much as you did. She wanted to be my number one more than anything. There’s no way she’d be okay with another girl getting close to me.”

It sounded ridiculously narcissistic, but facts are facts.

“Well, that’s the difference between me and Riko. Unlike me, she could completely separate her feelings. I mean, Kyugo, you were a hardcore siscon, right? You only ever saw me and Riko, right?”

“Yeah.”

Yeah.

“So, I knew too. My only rival was Riko. No other girl even counted. But even so, I still hated it. I still sulked. Especially back then. If you got closer to another girl, I’d get mad and we’d fight.”

“Yeah. We fought. A lot. Yeah.”

Yeah.

“But Riko wasn’t like that. If she knew no other girl stood a chance, she could use them as pawns without a second thought. In other words, she never believed for a second that someone like Nakano could actually break us apart. She just needed to buy time—make sure that in the year before she got into high school, our relationship didn’t develop to the point of no return. That’s why she didn’t care much when Nakano crashed and burned so easily. Even though we had the same goal—to be your number one—while my emotions always ran ahead, Riko could be ruthlessly rational.”

“I-I see…”

Her understanding of our own little sister’s actions and motives is scarily detailed. Gross.

So Riko never imagined she’d end up hospitalized in that year… Well, of course she didn’t.

“Besides, she probably thought she had plenty of other options anyway. Not that it mattered, since I had already taken care of them. Nakano-san was just the only one with high enough endurance—or rather, regeneration—to be recycled.”

“…Huh?”

“Ah.”

“Ah, what? What do you mean, ‘other options’? And what do you mean, ‘you had already taken care of them’?”

“Oh, that reminds me, Kyugo. I heard from Mom that even after we… you know, reincarnated, Ogikubo-senpai and the former captain visited our house. And apparently, Ogikubo-senpai’s belly was a bit round. Since there was all that drama with Riko, and then we disappeared, they didn’t bring up anything about their happiness, but it sounds like they’re doing well. Good for the former captain, huh? He finally got to ejaculate properly.”

“Don’t try to change the subject with some random irrelevant info.”

“Fair enough. It is irrelevant.”

We were the ones who set them up, and yet, how irresponsible of us. Now that I think about it, in both our past and present lives, we’ve been pairing up seemingly prim and proper perverts with guys who probably reek of sweaty balls. What kind of karma is this?

“Alright, no more dodging. Spill everything.”

“…Well, it’s not really that big a deal, you know? Since middle school, whenever a girl seemed interested in you, I just made sure they lost their will to fight beforehand.”

“You… did what…?”

“Oh, shut up! You did the same thing! You kept intimidating every guy who showed interest in me!”

“That’s true. But when you say ‘lost their will to fight’… how exactly? You’re not the type to glare people into submission like I am…”

“Let’s not dwell on the details.”

“Oh, we’re dwelling.”

“Anyway, what’s important is that even though I supposedly broke Nakano’s spirit like all the others, Riko managed to revive her by telling her ‘that rumor’ was fake. And once Nakano’s feelings for you reignited, Riko just kept pushing her forward.”

She glossed over the most incriminating parts as if it were nothing.

But more importantly, something else caught my attention.

“That rumor… you mean the one about me being uncircumcised? That was awful of Nakano, honestly. But… wait. Something doesn’t add up… Oh. Right. At that time, Riko shouldn’t have even known what that meant.”

There’s a timeline inconsistency. She didn’t even know what “uncircumcised” meant back then, so there’s no way she could’ve told Nakano, “That rumor about my brother being uncut is a lie! The truth is, he’s fully exposed!” If my beloved little sister had done that, I’d die of shame.

“Ah.”

“Ah, what? You’re still hiding something, aren’t you?”

She tries to keep secrets, but thankfully, she’s an open book. She’s covering her mouth with an “Oh shit” expression.

“I-I’m not hiding anything… I-I mean, it’s just about that rumor, right…?”

“Coming from you, that’s definitely a lie. Now that I think about it, Nakano’s case was weird in a lot of ways. There’s no way I’d forget being confessed to in middle school… Wait. When you said you made ‘girls who liked me lose their will to fight’… There’s something more to it, isn’t there?”

Now that I think about it—wait. She just said “girls who liked me”—plural?! There were multiple?! I had no idea! I was supposed to be completely unpopular!

“…Well, does it really matter? It’s all in the past.”

“If you confess everything now, I’ll let it slide.”

“……”

“If you spill everything, I’ll buy you a Miele steam oven and a Vermicular rice pot with my pro contract money.”

“I threw away all the love letters Nakano-san wrote for you. I also replied to them myself and brutally rejected her. Oh, and I’d also like a Vermicular frying pan.”

She caved instantly. I’ll buy her as many as she wants—because I’m the one eating the food. Besides, since I’m married, I don’t have to stay in the team dorms. Thank god.

…Wait, no. Not thank god!

“You…! That’s why Nakano thought I had rejected her so harshly?!”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, in this world, Vermicular is called ‘Vacuumra,’ so don’t get it mixed up.”

“I don’t give a damn about that right now! Wait, so you’re saying there were other girls who liked me? And you just… rejected them all on my behalf?”

“Yep, lots. But Nakano-san was the only one whose letters I destroyed and personally rejected. The others, I just wiped out with rumors. I spread a story that you and I were in an incestuous relationship. That was enough to make them lose their will to fight—and in some cases, outright despise you.”

“…You… did what?!”

“Adolescence.”

“That’s not an excuse! We were siblings, dammit!”

“No, we weren’t.”

“We thought we were! Which means we were, in every practical sense!”

“And?”

“And?! What do you mean, ‘and’?! I worked so hard to suppress my feelings for you! What the hell was all that effort for?!”