Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 54: Desire

“…Finally, we’re home…”  

“It’s rare to see you dozing off, Sora-nii!”  

“Guess I had too much fun.”  

“You’re just like a kid, haha!”  

“How embarrassing!”

Stumbling in exhaustion, we finally made it back home. Was this heaven? Because I’d been longing for this moment.  

I hadn’t felt this worn out in ages. It reminded me of those grueling practice sessions back when I was in the club.  

Maybe yesterday’s… “activity” was catching up to me.  

Or maybe it was the early start today and the lack of proper sleep.  

“Welcome back, Akari, Sora.”  

“We’re home!”  

“Yeah, we’re back. Huh, where’s Mom (or Fake Mom)?”  

“She’s staying overnight at the office today…”  

“Whoa.”  

Judging by her tired face last time, I could already tell her workload was intense, but now she was doing overnight shifts at the office? Things must really be rough for her.  

“You look exhausted too, Sora.”  

“Haha, yeah, but it’s the fun kind of tired.”  

“We had so much fun!”  

“Glad to hear that. Thanks, Sora.”  

“No problem. I’m her brother, after all.”  

“You’re so dependable. Well then, let’s get dinner started.”  

Dad’s (Fake Dad’s) cooking was always great.  

Back in my old world, Dad would announce he was making fried rice, only for it to turn into a catastrophe. Why the dust particles, Dad?  

Ah, those were the days. The contrast was stark.  

“Let’s eat!”  

“Thanks for the food!”  

And Akari, for some reason, was still full of energy.  

After all that time at the pool, she didn’t seem tired at all. No sign of drowsiness either.  

Was I just getting old?  

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“Because its radiance is so beautiful that it pierces even clothing… Kojiki (the Records of Ancient Matters) is tough… though it’s fascinating and interesting.” (T/N: The title “Kojiki” means “Records of Ancient Affairs” or “Accounts of Ancient Matters.” The text itself conveys that there is a connection between the Japanese imperial lineage and the kami (the revered sacred spirits of indigenous Japanese religions))

But seriously, trying to tackle homework after a day at the pool was pointless.  

After my bath, I got sleepy right away.  

I think I spent an hour just dozing off. What a waste of time!  

“…This isn’t working. I’ll do it tomorrow.”  

Yeah, might as well just sleep and deal with it in the morning. Time to call it quits! 

“Sora-nii, I’m done with my bath~”  

“Ah, time for hair-drying duty, huh?”  

“Yup!”  

“You love this, don’t you? Since we just went swimming, let’s take extra care today.”  

“Yay!”  

This had become part of our daily routine by now. I plugged in the high-end hair dryer that Old Sora Sato had apparently begged for, walking with her to the sink.  

Vwoooom

“Any itchy spots?”  

“My crown!”

“Got it.”  

“♪”  

I gently massaged her scalp, and her body swayed slightly, as if it felt really good.  

Man, she’d really come to trust me. It made me genuinely happy. Whether as her brother or just as a person, I wasn’t sure.  

“…Alright, all done. I think I’ll head to bed now.”  

“Already?”  

“Yeah, I’m exhausted. I’ll put on an eye mask, so leave the light on if you need to.”  

“Okay. I think I’ll sleep too!”  

“Really?”  

“Yup!”  

She was such a good kid.  

Old Sora Sato, are you watching this? 

“Alright then, goodnight.”  

“…Goodnight, Sora-nii.”  

Our shared room had become so normal now. Two futons laid out on the six-tatami mat floor. Just the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the surroundings as usual. And with that, I drifted off.  

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Sora-nii looked exhausted.  

It was like he couldn’t hold on any longer before falling asleep.  

“…”  

Meanwhile, I wasn’t sleepy at all.  

The soft orange glow of the small ceiling lamp lit up his sleeping figure.  

I could hear his gentle breathing as he lay there, sound asleep.  

And I was watching him… directly from above.  

“Sora-nii.”  

I whispered, but he didn’t even stir. By now, I was already in his futon.  

He wouldn’t wake up.  

I knew this was wrong.  

Sora-nii and I were “technically” siblings.  

So this… this was probably strange.  

But still—  

“…Who cares anymore.”  

With that murmur, the brakes were off.  

I leaned into his chest—the chest of Sora-nii, the “man”. 

The rhythm of his heartbeat began to sync with mine.  

It was an indescribably blissful feeling.  

And… I could go further.  

“…”  

I pushed the bothersome blanket aside.  

Chest.  

One by one, I undid the buttons of his pajamas.  

A black garment, typical of Sora-nii.  

The image of him in his swimsuit earlier flashed through my mind.  

“…”  

My hands were trembling.  

I couldn’t do it smoothly.  

I was terrified at how excited I was.  

After all, beneath the swimsuit that had captivated so many gazes at the pool today… his body was something only I could see.  

“Fuu… fuu…”  

Only me.  

Only I got to see this.  

Nothing could stop me anymore.  

“…”  

I pressed my lips against his.  

My first kiss.  

It wasn’t enough.  

Just touching wasn’t enough to satisfy me.  

I had only ever read about it in manga or seen it in dramas—the kind of deep kisses where tongues intertwined, exchanging something more intimate.  

I did that again, and again, until my head felt like it was going to boil over.  

Finally, I stopped.  

Even then, he showed no signs of waking up.  

“…Heheh… Sorry, Sora-nii.”  

But I couldn’t help it, right?  

Something like this was bound to happen, right?  

Sora-nii was always so kind to me.  

Sora-nii always cared for me.  

That’s why I… I ended up like this.  

“It’s your fault, Sora-nii.”  

And, riding that momentum, I reached for the waistband of his pants—