Little Sister, Don't Use Me as Your Fap Material! ~Operation to Capture the Perverted Brother-Sister's Special Fetish Girl~ - Chapter 7: Judgment at a Certain Academy

Chapter 7: Judgment at a Certain Academy

The morning after that turbulent night — the night I witnessed my little sister masturbating and was told she had awakened superpowers.

…That stuff yesterday wasn’t a dream, right…?

No, maybe it really was all just a dream…

Such thoughts crossed my mind as I watched the extremely unrealistic and bizarre scene of “pouring sauce on a fried egg” happening right in front of me — something that should only exist in dreams.

“I’ve always been Team Sauce with fried eggs. Is there a problem?”

“No, the Soy Sauce faction loses. I’m sorry.”

Come to think of it, that’s right.

This girl has been a die-hard Sauce Party member since she was little. She puts sauce on everything.

I remember once when we were arguing about something stupid, I questioned whether she even had any sauce, and she proudly pulled out a bottle of “medium-thick sauce” from the fridge with a smug look.

Even now, she’s pouring Worcestershire sauce into her natto pack.

She stirs it exactly 30 times, puts it on steaming hot rice, opens her mouth wide, and takes a big bite.

Isn’t “sauce natto” still a pretty rare preference?

I’ve never tried it, but is it actually good?

“You really love sauce, huh…”

“…I mistook it for soy sauce.”

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It has already been a month since Madoka enrolled, and we’ve gotten somewhat used to walking to school together.

In the same unchanging scenery as yesterday, the only thing that had changed was the “distance between me and my little sister.”

Until yesterday, she would walk slightly ahead of me, letting her skirt flutter and occasionally giving me panty flashes.

But today, she was tightly hugging my left arm, walking right beside me.

She let out a big yawn with her mouth wide open.

Even her sleepy face is cute. That’s honestly a bit unfair.

“…Sleepy…”

“Did you stay up late last night?”

“Yeah. After that, I got a little too carried away…”

“…So, how many times did you do it in the end?”

“Hmm~ I don’t really remember after the fifth time.”

“I-I see… Well, just don’t overdo it…”

While feeling stunned by my little sister’s sex drive, and feeling the heavy, soft sensation of her F-cup breasts pressing against me even through her thick blazer, we arrived at the school gate.

*

“What is with you two and that way of commuting!? Stop this immoral heterosexual interaction immediately!”

A beautiful black-haired girl sharply pointed her index finger at us.

The one scolding our “arm-in-arm commuting” was Midorigawa Kaede — the Vice President of the Disciplinary Committee and a third-year student like me.

She possessed such overwhelming beauty that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call her “one in a thousand years.”

In addition to her stunning looks, she had a voluptuous bust that rivaled even Madoka’s, a tighter and more defined waist, and a peach-shaped ass that was even plumper and firmer than Madoka’s. She was truly the “perfect embodiment of beauty.”

I have never met a girl more beautiful than her, and I’m certain I never will in the future either.

Her appearance and figure were simply too “perfect.”

Not only was she blessed with looks, but she was also extremely talented academically. From her first year up until now in her third year, she has consistently maintained the second-highest grades in her year.

It should be enough to say that as of early May in her third year of high school, she can easily pass the entrance exam for the most difficult national medical school.

People say “God doesn’t give two gifts,” but that’s a big lie.

She is the very incarnation of “talent and beauty combined.”

Midorigawa Kaede is clearly God’s favorite.

I’m convinced that all the good stats that were originally supposed to be given to me were rerouted straight to her instead.

If you add up the bonus points to her appearance and the penalty points to mine, it probably balances out to a pretty fair level.

*

It seems our “conduct” during her morning gate duty as part of the Disciplinary Committee caught her eye.

What an honor it is to be noticed by the great Midorigawa-sama.

“We are not engaging in any immoral ‘interstellar’ interaction! Could you please stop judging Onii-chan as an ‘extraterrestrial lifeform’ based on his appearance!? He may not look like it, but he is a pure Earthling, born and raised on Earth!”

Madoka-chan… So deep down, you’ve always thought of me as having an alien-like face…?

“W-Wait, you two are siblings!? But your appearances are way too different…”

“We are real blood-related siblings! Onii-chan is just a sudden ‘mutant’ that appeared from our otherwise good-looking parents! Please don’t say cruel things like comparing a super beautiful girl like me to him — it’s like comparing the moon to a snapping turtle, or a jewel beetle to a cockroach! You’ll hurt Onii-chan’s feelings!”

No, you’re the one saying the cruelest things here.

Though, as someone who hates bugs, I personally don’t see much difference between a jewel beetle and a cockroach.

“I see… I can’t help but suspect you might be different species…”

This woman is way too rude to someone’s mother.

…Though to be honest, I’ve had my doubts a few times too.

*

“You two are acting rather suspicious… Just to be safe, I’ll have to inspect your belongings for any suspicious or dangerous items.”

“I’m not carrying anything suspicious!”

Madoka boldly talked back to Midorigawa without any fear.

“My bag only contains essential daily items like ‘Onii-chan’s secret filming camera,’ ‘Onii-chan’s leftover item collection kit,’ and the ‘main unit for the wiretap and GPS I attached to Onii-chan’!”

……It was nothing but a bag full of criminal evidence.

No one’s daily life needs those kinds of items.

“…Well, you’re fine, I guess.”

Oh, she already gave up on Madoka.

She saw through Madoka’s stupidity in such a short time. As expected of someone so intelligent — she has quite the sharp eye.

“As for the brother — what about you? If you’re carrying anything suspicious or dangerous, confess obediently.”

Shit… Inside my bag is that grey panty with the big stain that Madoka gave me yesterday… If she finds it, I’m screwed…

*

“How rude! Onii-chan is not hiding any dangerous items!”

Nice assist, Madoka.

“Onii-chan’s thing isn’t anything so grand that it could be called ‘dangerous’! Here, why don’t you see for yourself!”

Madoka suddenly pulled down my pants and underwear right in front of Midorigawa.

Boing.

What appeared was my usual flaccid, foreskin-covered “inari sushi.”

“Nuwaaa!!! Madoka, what the hell are you doing!?”

“How is it? Surely something of ‘this level’ cannot be called a ‘dangerous item,’ right!? I’d like the Disciplinary Committee’s official opinion!”

“…Indeed. Something of ‘that level’ cannot be called a dangerous item.”

“Yay! Onii-chan’s innocence has been proven! That’s great!”

“…For some reason, I can’t honestly feel happy about this…”

While it may look like a cute little “inari sushi” when soft, once it expands, it turns into quite a menacing shape, you know…

*

As if responding to my inner thoughts, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

Midorigawa’s skirt fluttered lightly upward.

This commuting route is known as the number one panty-viewing spot in the city (according to my research).

As if to prove it, her panties were revealed right before my eyes.

They were elegant “adult panties” with a light purple base and intricate black embroidery — perfectly suited for the beautiful Midorigawa.

“W-Wait, you just saw my panties, didn’t you!?”

I saw them. I didn’t look at them.

This was force majeure. Dehehe♡

“Kyaa! Onii-chan, you saw my panties too, didn’t you!? Pervert! Deviant! Lewd!!”

Sorry for raining on your parade, little sister, but I’m too busy being entranced by Midorigawa’s adult panties. I didn’t catch even a glimpse of your “piece of cloth.”

The excitement from witnessing Midorigawa Kaede’s raw panties caused an inevitable reaction in my body.

Throb throb throb throb— Ping!

My crotch underwent a terrifying transformation, expanding to four times its normal size.

Dehehe, my “beloved steed” is quite the ferocious one♡

“Oh no! Onii-chan is showing his erect dick to a JK! Having a blood-related exhibitionist sex offender is the absolute worst…”

Hey, while I may be showing it, the actual exposure crime was committed by you.

*

“Don’t show me something so disgusting!”

Slap!!

A powerful smack landed on my left cheek.

“Owwwww!!! What the hell was that for!?”

Even while cursing, I felt a strange excitement from the sensation of Midorigawa’s hand touching my cheek.

I was directly touched by that Midorigawa… Dehehe♡

“Stop it! Onii-chan’s face is already bad enough — you’re making it even worse!”

“Hmph. I think it actually improved a little after being slapped.”

“Let me see~ Oh, you’re right. It really does look a bit better! That’s great, Onii-chan!”

For now, I suppose I should thank Midorigawa’s God Hand.

“Onii-chan, since we have the chance, maybe you should let her slap your right cheek too?”

“Good point! Hey Midorigawa, can I get a hard one on the right cheek too♡?”

“What on earth are you two saying? Are your heads really that empty?”

“This sister is the one with the bad head!”

“This brother is the one with the bad head!”

“…At least you two seem to have a good sibling relationship.”

*

Ding-dong-dang-dong♪

“Oh, it’s already this late. Very well, I’ll let you off the hook for today. But next time, be prepared!”

With the preliminary bell ringing, Midorigawa ended her gate duty and quickly walked off toward the school building.

“Alright, let’s go too.”

“Before that, maybe you should put that thing between your legs away?”

*

While deliberately looking away from my little sister’s bag — which contained something far more dangerous than illegal drugs — we walked toward the school building when she suddenly spoke.

“Onii-chan, actually… it’s her.”

“What is?”

“The Spell Master… Disciplinary Committee Vice President, Midorigawa Kaede. She’s the girl with the abnormal fetish. In other words, she’s our first target.”

While rubbing my cheek — which had turned bright red like autumn leaves after being slapped — I let out a deep sigh.